CHAPTER 16

A week went by before my next encounter with Tommy. I was walking back from the library to my room late one night when I ran into him. He said he had been studying too and needed a break. I offered to make him a cup of hot chocolate in my room.

As I was boiling water in the boiler jug, Tommy explained that he was having problems with his French and wondered if I would be kind enough to help. I said I would be glad to, but if he needed professional help, he could go to the French Club room where a tutor was readily available to help students in his position.

Later, when he rose to go, I told Tommy that he could spend the night in my room. If he wanted to, he could have Ben's bed, as Ben had gone home for the weekend for his sister's birthday. Tommy needed no persuasion. But instead of taking Ben's bed, he took the liberty of setting himself next to me in my bed. I gladly made room for him, having noticed earlier the same look he had given me on my birthday.

We didn't do anything at first, only contented ourselves with lying in each other's arms, fully clothed. With light fingers, I traced the outline of his body, his skin taut to the touch. Tommy caressed my face with the back of his palm, his index finger gently touching my eyes and lips.

The inevitable had to happen. Looking into each other's eyes, we began to undress. I gasped with anticipation as he slipped out of his jock strap.

Tommy was indeed big, but great he certainly wasn't. He might have been a snarling tiger on the rugby field, but in bed he was a whimpering, simpering old cat.