I remember back when we were living at home I would have to share a room with her, she’d be at one side of the room with her boyfriend while I w...s on the other side of the room with mine. It was a strange relationship but an open and honest one, which we both valued. It wasn’t until years later that I would find out that during the night the boys would switch beds. She knew though, she always did. I should’ve been able to put it together, when my boyfriend who did like. Behind the door was a small corridor with a dead end in front and two doors, one on each side, on one door it read "Men" and on the other it read "Club Break room" and "Store Customer testing room" which picked up my interest as i walked into the loos to clean myself up.On my way out i decided to poke my head into the other room to see what it was, it was obviously once the girls loos before it became a guys only club, but had been converted a little, from where i was standing I had a side view. His expression? Well, that's hard to say. He was glad to see me, and he obviously was GLAD to SEE ME, as the bulge in his jeans made perfectly obvious.What's that old joke? Is that a banana in your pocket, or are you glad to see me?On the other hand, I could see, too, that he was less than ecstatic at the idea of having to share me with the rest of the student population for the rest of the week. And how would he react the first time I had to respond to a "reasonable request" from someone?"Hi,". But it didn't happen. I didn't walk away. She was so vulnerable I just couldn't."Are you sure?" I asked."Philip, look at me. I'm naked. Does it look like I'm not sure?"And so I took her in my arms. The touch of her skin was electric. It sent tremors through us both. I kissed her. She kissed back. And all the repressed sexuality between us exploded in that kiss. And when it ended the universe had changed. The connection we had been growing for so long seemed complete now, and only the two of us.