It was a shock to see a man on this floor even less come out of the bathroom. He was dress in tight blue jeans and a black button up shirt that showed...the dark curly hair on his chest. As I came out of my door to see what the noise was he look straight into my eyes and smiled he looked me up and down. I felt his eyes looking at my bare legs. I was wear my baby blue boy shorts and tiny tank top that was so thread bearing that he could see my dark nipples grown and become hard just at the sight. I decided that I would take out a book about a specific battle in the American Revolution and see if it would trigger my sub-conscious to make that mystical jump back into the past in the same way I had done with the American Civil War. It seemed like a weird and ineffective plan but strangely I felt at ease with it and could not wait to finish the book and stretch out for my slumber thinking it was as good a plan as any I had previously considered.The book was all about the Battle in Monmouth,. ” I was so aroused that I was not in a condition to say anything. She applied soap on my penis ( literally stroking it) and went down to my balls and then slowly went towards my butt (I wanted her to continue and never stop). She then gave that naughty smile again and said: ” I told you that you will feel better and this is just the beginning.” With that sentence I got a fair idea of what will happen now. She washed every bit of soap from my body (with a special focus on my penis) and said: ”. “Okay, okay. I'll check it out. No promises. I know you mean well, but I don't know.” Jill nodded. “That's just it—you don't know. Try it, and you will. And I bet you'll be thanking me.” They chatted a little more, then Jill glanced at her phone. “Oh! It's almost 7:20. I'm heading out. Rob is coming over at 8.” Callie smiled in understanding. Jill seemed to have a new fuck-buddy every week, and she appeared to like it that way. It wasn't Callie's thing. She dated, but she hadn't met anyone that.