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Part 2: Dorm
It was 30 minutes till my Statistics Finals in Diliman and I needed to take the edge off. Some people would drink, some would meditate, I on the other hand (excuse the pun), decided to do “the thing”. I tiptoed to my small room at the end of the hall.
It was still early in the morning, and I could hear the soft snores of my dorm mates. I glanced at the hallway one more time before gingerly closing the door.
Click! The sound of the lock as it slid into place. It was quiet enough to hear the neighbor’s TV from my closed window. Some sort of morning show on. Crap. With my movements as slick as a hot knife through butter, I unzipped myself and lay on the bed.
Ok. Think of the hunky Law student two rooms down the hall. Remember he always walks around in his underwear?
I started to touch myself.
Oh yeah, I remember that afternoon when he slept with his door open. That was some feast for the eyes… Wait till I get my hands on that-
Without me noticing, my pace was getting quicker and my elbows started banging on the wall.
“So close, so close…”
“Shit!” I noticed the time: 10 minutes till my exam begins. I fixed myself hurriedly and ran all the way to the venue which was in the Law building.
Surprisingly, I was able to answer most of the questions (yeah, considering this was take two shhh!) with ease, and I finished ahead of time. I submitted my paper to the proctor and left.
Maybe it was because I fantasized about my lucky charm- my Law student dorm mate’s crotch- that I was able to do well in the exam. Hello, the venue was in the Law building too! I giggled to myself.
The guys were having the usual Friday boozefest when I got home later that day. I was about to refuse (as I normally did) when the landlord’s son invited me to join, but he suddenly pulled me to the center of the group.
He put his arm around my shoulder.
“Pare, narinig ka daw nila kanina nagja-jakol.”
Me, looking incredulous: “Excuse me?”
I put on my purest I’m-a-lamb-and-I-am-wholesome look to profess my innocence. Good thing I was saved from further inquisition and embarrassment when another dorm mate chimed in. He said his maid once caught him jerking off at home, and told his folks.
“Wala yan!” Another ones relates his own story.
The embarrassment was now gone. I picked up my first gin-pomelo drink and raised the glass.
Cheers, guys.
It was 30 minutes till my Statistics Finals in Diliman and I needed to take the edge off. Some people would drink, some would meditate, I on the other hand (excuse the pun), decided to do “the thing”. I tiptoed to my small room at the end of the hall.
It was still early in the morning, and I could hear the soft snores of my dorm mates. I glanced at the hallway one more time before gingerly closing the door.
Click! The sound of the lock as it slid into place. It was quiet enough to hear the neighbor’s TV from my closed window. Some sort of morning show on. Crap. With my movements as slick as a hot knife through butter, I unzipped myself and lay on the bed.
Ok. Think of the hunky Law student two rooms down the hall. Remember he always walks around in his underwear?
I started to touch myself.
Oh yeah, I remember that afternoon when he slept with his door open. That was some feast for the eyes… Wait till I get my hands on that-
Without me noticing, my pace was getting quicker and my elbows started banging on the wall.
“So close, so close…”
“Shit!” I noticed the time: 10 minutes till my exam begins. I fixed myself hurriedly and ran all the way to the venue which was in the Law building.
Surprisingly, I was able to answer most of the questions (yeah, considering this was take two shhh!) with ease, and I finished ahead of time. I submitted my paper to the proctor and left.
Maybe it was because I fantasized about my lucky charm- my Law student dorm mate’s crotch- that I was able to do well in the exam. Hello, the venue was in the Law building too! I giggled to myself.
The guys were having the usual Friday boozefest when I got home later that day. I was about to refuse (as I normally did) when the landlord’s son invited me to join, but he suddenly pulled me to the center of the group.
He put his arm around my shoulder.
“Pare, narinig ka daw nila kanina nagja-jakol.”
Me, looking incredulous: “Excuse me?”
I put on my purest I’m-a-lamb-and-I-am-wholesome look to profess my innocence. Good thing I was saved from further inquisition and embarrassment when another dorm mate chimed in. He said his maid once caught him jerking off at home, and told his folks.
“Wala yan!” Another ones relates his own story.
The embarrassment was now gone. I picked up my first gin-pomelo drink and raised the glass.
Cheers, guys.
5 comments:
hard to get out of a sticky situation. you did it with style though .. hehe
very sticky yeah...
;)
Narinig ba nila ang ungol mo or the shaking of the walls? Hehe. Cheers!
heheheh.. embarrassing situation.
buti nalng may boozE!!
@ jericho: indeed
@ mink: kamusta friendship!
@ rhodge: just the shaking of the walls
@ papa chase: it did put us at ease hehe
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