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It was April. At the end of another long Wednesday, I sat on the grass outside my dormitory, reading the notes I had taken during today's Software Architecture class. Boring stuff, really. Diagrams and use cases and bla bla bla. It was probably the worst class in what was now my fourth semester here.
I was about to fall asleep when an alarm on my phone rang. It was half past six.
I got up and walked into the dormitory, then up the stairs, and then toward my room. I walked slowly, without any hurry to get to my room. A room that I shared with Matt.
Matt was a cool guy, there were no problems there. We met on what was the first day at this university for both of us and easily got along. He was easy-going, talkative, friendly, and a pretty good roommate.
On his fifth week here, Matt met a girl, Emily. They hit it off quickly and soon got into a serious relationship. If they weren't in class, or busy studying, then they were together. Which meant she spent a lot of time in our room, leading to me getting another good friend.
The problem, and the whole reason why I waited outside for half an hour every day and then slowly walked to my room, was that Matt and Emily had sex. A lot of sex. Daily. To the point where we decided that they had to end at half past six, so I could actually use my room. The slow walk was just me giving them extra time, in case they took longer.
I didn't mind that they used the room for that stuff. Obviously, Matt had his own bed and could do whatever he wanted with it. But I needed to study, play games, or just rest. Having these sex-crazed rabbits doing the deed, with me in the same room? No, thank you.
I knocked on the door, waited five seconds, then opened it. Our room was divided into two parts, mirroring each other. Each side had a closet next to the door, then a desk and a bed, both along the side wall. In between the beds, opposite the door, there was a window. We didn't decorate much, just a couple of posters and pictures on the walls.
The couple stood next to Matt's bed, on the left side of the room. Matt was shirtless, only wearing his normal gray sweatpants. I had gotten used to seeing him shirtless all the time as if it was his default mode indoors. He practiced a bunch of sports, so he had a well-defined body but wasn't overtly muscular. I couldn't deny that I liked seeing his body.
Emily was leaning on Matt, running her hands through his short dark hair, his hands grabbing her butt. She was about my height, which meant she was a bit shorter than Matt. He could rest his chin on her head. Fortunately, the brunette had put on more clothes than her boyfriend. Tight jeans that showed her round butt, and a shirt that barely hid her breasts. A bit more than a handful, I'd guess, but I only felt them when she hugged me. Which actually happened a lot.
"Hi guys," I said, closing the door and walking to my desk.
The couple separated as if only now noticing my presence.
Emily adjusted her glasses, before running up to me and hugging me.
"Roomie! I'm gonna miss you," she said, squeezing me, her breasts touching my chest.
I pushed her away while I said, "Come on, Em. I know what you two were doing, don't hug me. Ewww."
"Booooo, roomie, it's not like my hands are covered in cum," she said, waving her hands in front of my face. "Or are they?"
"No no no, Em! Em, don't," I cried out, as I ran away from her, evading her hands.
We ran around the room for a couple of seconds, Matt laughing as he watched us. Emily stopped when I ducked past her, but not before she managed to slap me in the butt.
"Ooh, you're still following my exercise plan, aren't you?" she asked. "You've got a nice butt now!"
"Yeah, thanks for getting me into it," I answered. Last year, Emily gave me an exercise plan that I started doing. I didn't want to have muscles or be super strong, I just wanted to be fit. Now I was, and I had a pretty good butt too.
Given what it had done to my body, it really was the same plan Emily used. Which, I guess, wasn't a bad thing.
"Wait, why did you say you were going to miss me?" I asked, only now registering what Emily said when she hugged me.
"She's going away for two weeks," Matt replied.
"Yeah. For our History of Art class, we're going on a trip to a bunch of museums," Emily said.
"Wow, so while we are stuck studying, you're going to have fun?" I asked. Why didn't I get to go to cool places?
"Hehe, perks of being an art student, roomie," she said, sticking her tongue out.
I looked at Matt. He seemed sad.
"And can you handle two weeks without your girl, Matt?" I asked.
"Sure, man, no problem," Matt replied. He didn't sound very convincing. "It's just two weeks."
"We'll text, and call, and I'll send him a lot pictures," Emily said.
"Spicy ones?" Matt asked, smiling.
"Very spicy," Emily replied.
"I'm still here," I said.
Emily turned back to me, and asked with a serious look, "You'll take good care of my Matt, right, roomie?"
"Sure, Em," I replied, chuckling.
After that, we spoke for a while before going out to dinner. At that point, I didn't know how much that question, and my answer, would affect the rest of my life.
***
The next day, during lunchtime, I saw Matt eating alone. He seemed distracted. I sat down next to him.
"Everything ok?" I asked.
"I miss Em," he answered.
"It hasn't even been a day," I said.
Matt sighed, and said, "I know..."
Damn, was he going to last the two weeks?
***
I waited for my phone alarm to ring at half past six. Emily wasn't around, but I guessed Matt might use this opportunity to talk to her on the phone or something.
When the time came, I walked to my room and entered it, closing the door behind me. Matt was lying on his side, facing away from me. Was he sleeping?
I dropped my bag on my desk and walked to my bed. That was when I saw that Matt was completely naked, and his arm seemed to be moving.
"Oh, shit," I said. "Sorry, Matt, I didn't know you were jacking off."
