Will and I in moved in together when we both started college in September. We had found the place separately and didn't meet each other until the day we moved in. My first look at him comprised mostly of his ass, and I had to admit it was pretty easy on the eye. When he stood up and turned to look at me I saw that his top half was just as impressive. In that first conversation I took in his spiky brown hair and stubble covered chin. I couldn't help but notice his deep brown eyes, that old cliché that still got me every time. I knew that I was checking him out with that sweeping look women hated so much from chauvinistic men but I was sure I was being subtle. I was wondering what kind of shape he was in beneath his shirt when he asked if I had a boyfriend. That woke me up and I blushed as I remembered poor Harry who I hadn't called in three days. I internally scolded myself for checking out another guy and walked into the house with the first of my boxes.
The first few weeks living together went by relatively peacefully. We were on different courses so we didn't see that much of each other and when we did things were friendly but distant. He seemed to forget I was there sometimes. Perhaps it was all those busty blondes he'd bring home every weekend that made him overlook my presence. I was still with Harry who strangely took an immediate dislike to Will. He saw the weights in his room and pronounced him "vain". I secretly thought that Harry could use some exercise himself but bit my lip and kept quiet. I seemed to be biting my lip around him a lot and Will noticed things weren't so peachy.
He asked me one night what was going on and I was immediately defensive. I knew myself that things weren't going well but for some reason I didn't want Will with his one-girl-a-week habit to comment on it.
"Everything's fine." I retorted, turning back to the TV.
"Well things don't seem fine. I haven't heard your bed squeak for at least a few weeks." He said laughter in his voice.
We had never discussed sex before and his bringing it up made me blush. I immediately thought of the bangs and moans and even the screams I would hear coming from his bedroom. I was trying to ignore him and he knew it so instead of leaving me alone he started to tickle me. His hands were dangerously close to my breasts so feigning laughter I ran out of the room and into my bedroom. I sat in my room breathing heavily wondering why his hands on my skin freaked me out so much. I went to bed about 15 minutes later but didn't sleep for a long time.
The next day everything changed. Will found a girlfriend much to my ill-disguised surprise. She was a brunette for one and didn't have massive breasts although she did have a great figure. I was still with Harry so sometimes the four of us would watch a movie together. Seeing Will and Emily together made me scrutinize my own relationship. It was getting old and boring and I knew it was time for a change, so, I broke up with poor Harry. He actually took it very well and after a fortnight it felt like I'd been single forever. I was having a great time; getting dressed up, going to clubs and best of all bringing home hot guys. I felt like I was giving Will a taste of his own medicine and I was sure those scowls he was giving me every Sunday morning were because he was tied down now and I was having all the fun.
Scowls were one thing but as time went on he became more and more withdrawn around me. I would get ready for a night out and ask his opinion but instead of his usual lewd remarks he would look me over once and leave the room. I didn't know what his problem was but next thing I knew Emily was giving me dirty looks too whenever she thought I wasn't looking. A week later they had split up and as she left our place for the last time she looked at me like it was all my fault. I brushed it off. I had a date that night and I intended to bring my guy home and make some noises of my own.
The next morning after the lovely Steve had left with a pair of my panties in his pocket I strolled into the kitchen in a long t-shirt and not much else. Will usually slept in on a Saturday morning so I wasn't expecting him to be sitting at the table with a cup of coffee. I immediately felt self conscious but I ignored it remembering how ignorant he had been towards me. We scowled at each other as I made myself a cup of coffee. I turned away from him and was sure I could feel his eyes on my back making me wish I had worn a longer t-shirt. I turned round to see him leaning back in his chair openly eyeing me up and down.
"What is your problem?" I asked him.
"Just thinking how much of a slut you've been acting recently." He replied calmly.
I was so fucking angry. How dare he speak to me like that? It had nothing to do with him anyway and I told him as much. He just gave me a look and there was something in his eyes I couldn't quite make out. He looked me up and down one last time and walked back to his room, leaving his empty coffee cup behind him. I decided that if he thought I was a slut I would do the thing properly. I went back to my room and started to get ready for my second date with Steve.
