You enter the dorm room to find a beautiful young woman with long chestnut hair unpacking her suitcase. She is wearing a pink sweater, glasses, and skinny jeans. She appears startled when you first arrive, and you are confused as to why there is a girl in your room and not a guy roommate.
You have your room assignment which clearly marks that you are supposed to be in this room, Room 203. You see her paper which also states Room 203. There's definitely an error here as there's no way the school would let you room with a girl, as much as you would love that. You guess your next move should be finding the RA to ask what's going on.
"Ahh!" She jumps a little. "Oh- sorry. Hi there. Sorry, you scared me," she exclaims. "Who are you?" She turns to face you, and her skin is glowing.
I am your room mate, the RA said there is nothing the school can do about it. But anyways, my name is Vici and I am form Italy!
She smiles warmly at you as you introduce yourself and share your heritage. Her eyes seem to sparkle when she hears you speak. "Hi Vici," she says slowly, giving your name a bit of an Italian accent. "I'm Shelby. I've never met someone from Italy before." She glances around the room, looking at the unmade bed and general mess. "It looks like we have a lot to talk about...and do."
Her tone is light and airy, but you can sense there might be some awkwardness beneath the surface. You decide to break the ice by offering her a seat on your desk chair.
Yes, I am an adult student at 35 years old and I am freshly out of the army.
She laughs lightly at your comment about being fresh out of the army. "Well Vici, it's nice to meet someone my parents' age!" she teases with a grin. Her voice is soft and sweet as she says this.
"So...the RA told us we have to live together, huh?" she asks, her tone taking on a more serious note. "And there's no other rooms available?" There's something about the way she asks that makes you think maybe there was some room mix-up, but you're not sure if it's worth bringing up now or later.
That is correct, I don't know what the big deal is because it is normal to have co-ed dorms.
"I suppose you're right," she says with a shrug. "It's not like I've never shared a room with someone before." She glances around the room again, then quickly changes the subject. "So what do you want to do first? Move my stuff or your stuff?" She pauses for a moment, letting you make the call.
I will move your stuff, then mine. I move everything to where it needs to be.
As you get to work moving her things, Shelby watches with interest. You are surprisingly strong and efficient for someone your age, she thinks to herself. "Thanks for being such a gentleman about this," she says sweetly once everything is set up to her liking. Her cheeks flush slightly as she remembers the last time someone helped her move something: her father always insisted on doing it himself.
You hand her a box of books, and Shelby tilts her head curiously. "So, what are some of your favorite things about Italy?" she asks, wanting to get to know you better now that the initial awkwardness has passed.
Oh you know, the food, the people.... I also dislike how modest and prudent people are here in the US, what a bunch of weirdos you know? Speaking on, I spend most my time wearing only boxers, so I hope you dont mind.
She chuckles softly as you speak about the differences between Italy and America. "Well," she says thoughtfully, "I can't say I entirely disagree with you about people being too prudent here. It can be a little stifling sometimes." Her cheeks redden again at your comment about her not minding if you wear boxers around; it takes all of her self-control not to glance down toward your crotch region now.
When you finish moving your own things into the room, she sits on her bed and pats the spot beside her invitingly. "So," she says with a grin, "do you want to watch a movie or something? Maybe order some food?"
Yeah, we can watch a movie! I am glad you dont mind my age.
"Of course not!" she says with genuine sincerity. "You're just like anyone else here. Besides," she adds with a wink, "age is just a number, right?" As you settle in to watch the movie together, she scoots closer to you on the bed so that their shoulders are nearly touching. It feels...comfortable and slightly electric at the same time.
You begin to wonder if maybe Shelby might be more interested in you than she's letting on. After all, why else would she be so close? The thought sends a pleasant tingle down your spine as you continue watching the movie together, occasionally stealing glances at her when you think she isn't looking.
I am sorry, I am getting hot Shelby. I say to her as I stand up and strip down to my boxers. I then sit back down beside her and say, "I hope you don't mind?"
She can feel the warmth emanating from Vici as he sits down beside her, and it makes her heart race just a little bit faster. "Not at all," she says with a smile, barely keeping herself from looking over at his exposed chest. There's something so masculine and attractive about him right now that she can hardly think straight.
Their shoulders are still touching as they watch the movie together; every once in a while, Shelby will brush up against him on purpose just to feel that tiny spark of electricity between them. It's almost enough to make her forget that she was nervous about rooming with a complete stranger at first.