A year had passed since Mark and I first met and started fooling around. Our first two semesters of college kept us very busy, but we still fucked like catholic rabbits every chance we got. And it wasn't always about sex with me and Mark. We were friends as well as lovers. We went to the movies, the gym, bowling, dinner, you name it. Sometimes we would just sit and talk. I guess it's safe to say we're dating now. We both stopped questioning our sexuality along the way and realized what we have is great and we should continue as long as we're both happy with it.
Although Mark and I were officially a thing, we were still in the closet. We haven't told anyone and our PDA is non-existent. We weren't exactly in the most progressive city or state. Plus, if our dorm advisor or anyone working for the school found out about us, there's no way they'd keep letting us room together. It really wasn't an option to be open about us, but we were okay with that. The secrecy made it that much hotter.
We made more friends from our dorm hall and classes, but we still mostly hung out with Sam and Alan. Alan and that girl from the party (her name is Jen, I found out later) started seeing each other. He spends most of his time with her, so Mark and I spend more time with Sam these days. Sam was still flirting with me, and he wasn't being subtle anymore. He even started flirting with Mark too. Always complimenting us on our clothes and appearance, saying we look hot, finding almost any excuse to touch us. But Mark and I didn't hate it. In fact, we welcomed it. Whether Sam meant to or not, he got us worked up whenever we saw him flirt with the other. So once Sam left, Mark and I would just rip our clothes off and attack each other.
I know you're probably thinking we could tell Sam about us. We talked about it, but we decided to still keep this a secret. This was something special between me and Mark, and we wanted to keep it that way right now. And besides, like I said before, the secrecy was a big turn-on for us.
This summer had been the longest one of my life. The dorms were closed while school was out, so Mark and I headed back to our hometowns during the break to see each other's families and get summer jobs to make a few bucks. I missed him every day. We texted constantly (and sexted almost as often) but it still hurt to be away from him for so long.
One thing we both looked forward to (besides the mind-blowing sex we were going to have when we finally saw each other again) was the fact that we could finally get apartments off-campus. We found a complex with student housing and Alan, Sam, Mark, and I applied for this spacious 4 bedroom apartment and got it. We were all going to be living together this fall and we were pretty excited. The downside was there was no way Mark and I could sleep in the same bed holding each other like we did in the dorm, but we were going to focus on the positives, like thicker walls, more freedom, and more privacy from nosy advisors.
Sam and Alan were going to move into our apartment 3 days before classes started, so Mark and I decided he would move our stuff in 2 days before that and I'd show up the next day to give us some privacy for....catching up. (That means sucking and fucking each other until we can't move, if you didn't get my meaning.)
My parents paid me to fly to and from Texas so I didn't have to drive, which I was grateful for. Mark volunteered to pick me up at the airport, which I happily accepted of course. The thought of seeing Mark made me so giddy. I couldn't stop fidgeting in my seat. I practically jumped out of my seat when the plane landed and I could leave.
