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My name is David and I go to a college in a nearby city. I've been dorming on campus since I started, always rooming with a girl. I had some good looking roommates but I was constantly nervous about asking them out. Therefore, I focused on my studies.
I am now a senior and set to graduate with a degree in history. I am also no longer shy around girls and actually have slept with many of the beautiful ladies around campus. This is the story of how that began.
In the middle of my sophomore year I got a new roommate, Kelly. Kelly was an incoming freshman and asked me lots of questions about classes, teachers and general dorm life. It also turned out that she was going to be taking the freshmen history class and so I sometimes helped her study for tests or just explained little bits of information.
In addition to liking history, I also worked for the counseling office at the college and so I knew about lots of people and their academic, as well as social, problems. I liked my job and liked helping people, and those two combined to lead to a change in our relationship.
One night late in the semester Kelly was working on a paper but was having trouble with it. I was doing my own homework and was oblivious to her, but through my job I knew that she was having a hard time adjusting to college life. Eventually, she gave up and went to bed even though her essay was due the next day and she was only half finished. I decided to be nice and help her write the rest of it. I walked over to her laptop and stayed up for a few extra hours writing the rest of her paper.
I had an early class the next morning, so I did not see Kelly until I got back to the room at three that afternoon. When I walked in, Kelly was sitting on her bed looking at her laptop. I asked her what she was doing and she replied that she was just reading over her essay and that she did not remember writing certain parts of it.
"Well you were up pretty late last night working on it," I replied. She took this as the likely reason and nothing more was said on the matter for a couple of weeks.
About three weeks later, I was sitting in our room reading when Kelly burst in, smiling widely, and held her essay out for me to see.
"An A, my first one of the semester!" she happily said to me.
I got up, hugged her and replied, "Good for you, I knew you could do it."
She stepped back, and said, "I know what you did and I'm so grateful."
I played dumb and asked, "What did I do?"