My eyes were wide open by now. Never knew Chelsea went this way. I watched as the girl slid her tongue into my roommate’s mouth and drove it as deep...as possible. Chelsea softly moaned and slipped her hands to the girls back. I saw the tongue go in and out, with the occasional licking of chels’ lips. She clamped her mouth as a decently tight seal every time she drove the tongue in. Chels’ hands going up and down her friends back, scratching a bit. Chelsea eventually pulled her friend down and. I had donned a white silk shirt under a black skirt suit with heels, black stockings and a silly little collar they wear. My dresser came in, Veronica or Ronny, a woman of about 45 and butch in a feminine sort of way. Don’t ask me to explain, you either get it or you don’t. She bore my wig like I was about to be crowned. She had a wicked sense of humour and, like me, was as gay as you like and in her words ‘loosely attached’ to a woman who lived in America but quite often ‘pops over for a bit. We entered the ladies showers. There were four shower bays and they had removable shower heads. Camryn lead me over to the one in the corner and turned it on. We both helped each other to undress. Once naked Camryn embraced me and whispered in my ear, “Have a close look at the wall behind me.” I did, and noticed two holes about an inch in size, about a metre off the floor, and half a metre from each other. “OMG, what’s on the other side?” I asked Camryn. “It’s the men’s shower rooms,” She. “ALEX! man do you remember me?” i said, he looked up at me and shook his head no. i sat back down in my seat by my self and was pretty embarrassed. Later on the bus trip, alex got up to use the rest room and walked passed his seat and sat next to me. “dude i remember you, but i just didn’t want all those guys to know that i used to be a boy scout. after all, i gotta stay clean, and cool.” and alex was cool, he was one of the preppy boys. he liked to wear hollister clothes and had a skinnier.