Chapter 3

I awoke with a massive headache several hours later, realizing that I wasn’t at home or alone. I grabbed my forehead and tried to keep out the Saturday morning sunlight as I remembered what day of the week this was. Yep, it was Saturday, because I had a vague memory of coming back from my date with Angel, taking her back into her room. That was followed by another hazy recollection of some beverage in a red solo cup, which we both impulsively accepted. Was that a mistake? Probably, I thought as I arose and darted for the john, the pressure in my bladder now overwhelming me.

Which was when I realized that I was naked ... in a unisex necessary at a co-ed college dorm. It wasn’t a tiny facility, either. There were plenty of students there, co-eds, more female than male, in fact. They were all in various states of dress ... and undress, and didn’t seem fazed by my own presence for a hot minute there. I waited for signs of people being uncomfortable with me, but the it occurred to me that most of these folks were in a daze or hungover or something of that sort. They had bigger fish to fry than a naked, middle-aged man in their dorm.

My first feedback came in the form of a whistle from one of the male students, in fact. He winked at me and I got the distinction that he wasn’t being facetious or whatever. He had that distinct vibe about him ... and his hand gestures only reinforced that notion. I also noticed that he limped a little, suggesting that he was less prone to give than he was to receive. I smiled shyly and he snickered as he raced for a stall. I wasn’t sure why, and I wasn’t in the mood to inquire.

“Ooh, a shy guy! Let me guess, married for a while, divorced or widowed, not used to this whole ... college scene. Probably a bit wary, due to stupid drama constantly blasted on the internet and social media. Chill ... some of us still like a good time! You don’t have to worry about me.

“I can’t stand prudes ... conservative, Redpill, or feminist! They all take some things way out of proportion. If I could create my own world, well, you can guess what it would be like,” the curly-haired brunette who stood there with me in her bath towel, fresh from the shower, encouraged me.

“Shouldn’t we at least know each other’s first name before I get too chummy or flirty or whatever? I’ll go first ... I’m ... Simon March. I didn’t screw anyone last night ... that I know of, I mean. I actually came up to the room with my daughter, and then her roommate, one of them, anyway, gave us both something in a red solo cup to drink.

“It didn’t smell like booze, as I recall, but it zonked me out ... I’m not sure about Angel. I’m also not sure about the status of my clothes. I rushed over here in a real bustle,” I blushed a little at that detail.

“Stacey ... Stacey Bright. Wait, if your daughter is Angel March, she’s in Room 69. Of course, she is! That’s Janine Peroni’s room. Don’t worry too much about Janine ... she’s ... weird and everything, but she’s not one of those man-hating types. There’s too many of those, but thankfully, they’re not subtle anymore. You can spot them a mile away. I’m originally from Toledo, by the way. You?” Stacey suddenly dropped her bath towel in a way that screamed intent.

“So, not to worry about Janine ... is she Angel’s only roommate ... I couldn’t be sure. There’s been a lot of change this last semester. She’ll just slip me some acid-laced drink?” I thought with a mixture of appreciation for the advice ... and sarcasm because of her remark.

“No, there’s one other roommate. Three to a room, what a lucky bitch she is, not having four. The other roommate’s a dude. Same dude that was busy checking you out, in fact. Andrew Cranham, originally from Provincetown, Massachusetts. Evidently, he has ancestors dating back to the Salem Witch Trials or something like that. True blue WASPy crew. I guess that it will be up to any siblings to carry on the family line,” Stacey encouraged me, even as she stood there in all of her naked glory, her sleek skin on display.

“Well, if you can point me in the direction of my daughter’s room, hopefully in a way that doesn’t draw too much attention to me, so much the better. Then I can get my clothes, hug my Angel goodbye, and head home. I very much appreciate any help you can give me,” I started to say, somewhat awkwardly, not having been inside a co-ed dorm until recently...

This time was a bit stranger than before.

“Sure ... I’d still like to know how you lost your clothes, anyway. And any excuse to stare at your naked flesh ... yum ... yum ... yum ... Angel was in my psychology class for two years and never told me what a stud her father was! Naughty girl!” Stacey was a bit more brazen in her own appreciation of my manly physique or whatever, than I expected.

We passed by several ladies and gents, all of them in whatever states of clothing or nudity they preferred. By now, more of them noted my own nakedness and there were many different responses. I heard a few horrified screams or shrieks, which unnerved me a bit, but I also heard more catcalls and wolf whistles, which reminded me of what hypocrites the feminists really were. I couldn’t imagine that something as natural as expressing desire could be inherently harmful or destructive. Apparently, my attitude was shared by others, including some of the ladies, some of whom uttered them.

“Oh, stone cold silver fox time, huh? You are here for Angel or Janine ... or Andy, for that matter! You have the right bod ... it could be any of them! If they ever drop you or get bored or move on or whatever, feel free to try out some brown sugar!” a cute, obviously biracial girl exiting Angel’s room stated as she sized me up now.

“Angel ... and Janine,” I stated calmly, not necessarily meaning it how she did.

The wide-eyed look on Stacey’s face made it clear that she took it differently than I meant it, too. She didn’t walk away in disgust, however, which I would have expected. Nor did she say anything to anyone else, shaming or blasting me or anything of the sort.

“Oh, studmuffin! I didn’t know that Angel swung that way ... Janine, sure, but Angel, she’s full of surprises, ain’t she?” the mixed-race beauty reacted while I walked inside the room alone.

Stacey and she stayed just outside the room’s doorway, for whatever reason might motivate them. Maybe they just wanted to hear details or whatever. They certainly kept staring at my naked butt, which left me a bit anxious. The kiss that I got from Angel, however, before she bothered to notice my nudity ... or hers ... that was worth it. She didn’t even try to hold back, either.