That Maddie didn’t immediately walk away, well, that wasn’t a shock. She hurried to get us fresh drinks, including water, but only after standing there for a moment. She seemed to drink us in, both of us, much to my astonishment. I still had to adjust to that kind of scenario, one of a lusty young lass like her seemingly having the hots for me… and apparently my daughter, at once.
We stared at each other for a little longer, no words left to say right then, and certainly no way to say things without altering our relationship in some way. We had said quite a bit as it was, so we silently ate and my stomach rumbled a little, but I kept eating, but switched to ginger ale instead of the cold brew at this point. I took an antacid, a chewable, and counted that as my likely dessert, since it had a sweet, if chalky flavor and texture.
As quietly and efficiently as we both consumed our dinner, it wasn’t much longer before Maddie was back, having drunk the extra cold brew that she had mistakenly given me (at my own insistence). It was almost an anticlimax, that meal, but then I paid the check and gave Maddie a very lavish tip for such a meal. She looked at me with such gratitude and delight, not to mention still showed me considerable desire. It was evident that she really did like me that way, quite sincerely.
As we rose and walked away, my hands lightly caressed Maddie’s, and so did Angel’s. We headed to the pickup and then drove away, both of us a bit nervous to the point of laughter. We kept stealing glances at each other and raced our way to her dorm. I didn’t know if I should walk inside her room or not, Angel took my hand and urged me to join her there. Somehow, I don’t recall, we ended up sharing some kind of adult beverage in a red solo cup that was handed to us by her roommate. What was her name again?
Things got a little hazy after that… for both of us. What happened next, well, I shall relate that in the next chapter of my tale. It was quite the revelation, certainly for me. It definitely shook me to my core.
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…