I thought you were cute if not handsome, with a nice smile, and as we started talking the conversation was easy.But very quickly your eyes kept going ...rom my face to my legs, and looking down I noticed that you had developed a large bulge against your zipper.And not 15 minutes later I saw you looking at your watch and I asked what time you had to leave.You told me that unfortunately you were going to have to return to work that evening.And then you asked if I'd like to go somewhere quieter to. As I came out, Andy approached me with a pair of jeans. He quickly dismissed the pair I had on and told me to try on the ones he handed me. I noticed they were very tight fitting and low cut. I was struggling to fit into them. I squatted down to stretch them out just I could walk. My junk was easily visible since the jeans had no front pockets. Andy asked for me to step out. I felt a little exposed and covered my bulge as i showed them off. Andy stepped up close to me and gently put his hands. I started at Columbia a few months ago. So far, I was loving it. The campus was beautiful, the people were nice, kept to themselves, and I’d found a perfect apartment with an amazing roommate. I was falling in love with New York. ‘Hey, Kathy! Wait up!’ A female voice called behind me as I rushed out of the classroom. So much for not being Kathy anymore. I whirled to find my short, adorable roommate jogging to catch up with me. Nikki Greene, my roommate, was a student at Columbia too. She was. The train was a bit crowded because of the students, as it was the cheapest way for transport. I had met a red head who was eager to talk with me and began a nice conversation with that young man, he was on the first year of university and after a while I had to go to the toilette which was at the back of the compartment. I unzipped to pee and after five seconds or so there was a knock on the door. I called out “occupied”, but heard a familiar voice on the door asking me to open the door as the.