I inhaled the lovely crisp fall air. It was colder than usual for this time of year, and it definitely smelled like fall. This cold snap would certainly cause the leaves to begin changing. I began to walk across the campus having just left the bookstore after picking up a textbook that had arrived late after being on backorder. A third year university student, and I was thoroughly enjoying life. Single and taking full advantage. I admittedly let my hormones run wild and I admired the people I passed both male and female. It was what I liked, although no one knows. Not that I had really had the privilege of exploring the other desires in me. Having grown up in a very hetero-normative society, generally were I live we're considered liberal in comparison to a lot of countries, but I live in one of the pockets of highly conservative people.
Heather - My gorgeous roommate with amazingly thick dark blonde hair and the perfect even skin tone, not so fair that she burned and not so dark that she (think Halsey skin and shape). Definitely the Heather you wish you could be (more stories to come with her later)
I walked to the parkade, my grandfather let me borrow his truck this week to get everything I needed to be organized for the year. I would be taking transit for the year the cost of parking at the university was crazy. It was great to have the truck for some needed big items. I was about the head to the house to pick up my roommates and we were going out to pick up a few things for the house. A fun trip to ikea, then the grocery store. As I drove home my thoughts strayed to a conversation I had with a friend when we were out for drinks the previous night.
He's training to become a massage therapist. He had detailed the work he had left to complete his courses, including the hours of volunteer massage he was to complete. I of course enlisted to be a client of those volunteer hours. After several more drinks each and a few more hours of conversation our topics turned to the people around us. He described in detail how attractive he found one of the other men at the pub, he stopped himself part way through. He didn't look at me immediately, but when he did I just smiled at him. I wanted him to know I was completely ok with him as he was. He looked at me finally, "Ok, I am just going to say it, I'm gay, I hope you're ok with that." He didn't seem overly nervous, he seemed to expect me to be ok with it.
"Of course I am ok with that."
He moved on in conversation pretty quickly. I knew this would come up again, but now was not the time. We had enjoyed the rest of our night drinking and chatting.
Today I wondered if he suspected my own sexuality? Maybe that is why he was comfortable with me.
I pulled into the parking space in front of the house and took my books inside.
Heather was wondering around in sweats and a thin t-shirt. God that woman was beautiful. "Are you wearing that to Ikea?"
She laughed, and walked to her room without answering me. Her boyfriend sat on the couch. He was going to come along to help with the furniture. Later he would regularly pay for groceries as he was over often enough. Camille my other roommate was no where to be found. I called out for her as I headed downstairs to drop my university things in my room. Lucky enough to have two beautiful female roommates, I was looking forward to this year, it felt like it would be a good one.
The next week I arrived at Langdon's house for my massage. I was looking forward to it, but I was also a bit nervous. He lived alone in a small one story house. An old build from the 1940's with a huge heavily treed yard. He answered the door in scrub pants and a tank, barefoot.
Langdon gave me a quick tour of his place and the spaces that stood out to me the most were the private back yard with a hot tub, and the large bathroom with an elaborate spa shower and bathtub. Despite the fact that Langdon was a tall man with a thick Scandinavian build there was definitely room to share. I suggested we do a few shots, one to celebrate the start of a new school year, a second to celebrate friends, and a third for the hell of it.
At last we arrived in the room where the massage would take place. The large window was open, it was a warm afternoon, as temperatures had returned to normal for the time of year. The leaved had indeed began to turn and could be heard rustling outside.
There was a dark mesh blind that allowed us to see out but from the outside no one could see in. It was facing the tree lined street.
I had never been massaged by a man before so I was nervous, would it be uncomfortable? Would he be uncomfortable with any bodily response to his touch I may have? I knew he was gay, but he did not know that I was attracted to him. Maybe he did, maybe he suspected. I felt like I would be betraying my very conservative and catholic upbringing if I felt any sort of arousal, although I part of me knew it would happen. He seemed a bit nervous too. Was he concerned I would freak out and make everything uncomfortable?
"Should I remove my shirt?" I asked
He also seemed nervous, but replied with "you should and can wear as much or as little as you are comfortable wearing."
I laughed and told him to turn around as I began to undress. While I am normally comfortable undressing in front of men, I was not yet comfortable letting people in on my preference for mens thongs that I had recently started to wear when I could find them. I certainly wasn't ready to be seen in the mesh boxer-briefs I wore today.
I stripped completely nude, as I was comfortable with that and I would be covered by a towel. Which turned out to be much smaller than anticipated.
