” Only after I had said it I realized, with horror, that I had already failed. I realized that here was a man, a seasoned warrior, brawny and tall, ...hardly past the prime of his years, and confronting him was a slim girl less than half his age and half his weight, naked, unarmed, his sperm slowly dripping down her thighs — but it was too late, there was no way out. I could not take back what I had said, I could not turn it into a joke for he was not a man to be joked with, I could not escape. He. Otherwise, admission was for members, or in the company of one, and rigidly enforced. I paid the yearly membership and spent countless nights up there. It was on one of those nights that I met Lydia. She was a tall, tanned brunette whose looks made her a much desired target of men, and some women, on the prowl.I tried to start a conversation and was ignored, I figured she had heard every pick-up line that started a simple conversation. So I ignored the cold shoulder she gave me. Later I just. .' Gilbert looked down at me and shouted back '...who the hell is the we bit...' The voice answered '...Calvin and Alvin, we got that thing you wanted...' Gilbert cursed under his breath '...damn inconsiderate bastards...' Gilbert pulled his softening penis from my bung causing me to wench, without another word Gilbert wrapped the sheet around his naked body and started to open the door. Once I knew what was happening I cried out in panic '...wait don't open that door...' Gilbert looked back as. I wanted him to grab one of his dirty towels and use it to wipe me off. I wanted him to pull his boxers up over his now-softening cock and climb back into bed. I wanted him to give me the kind of smile that meant "let's do this again" before we both drifted off to sleep.On several mornings, I would get up, only to realize that part of me had already risen. Brandon was usually still asleep. I'd walk across our dorm room, hoping he'd wake up to a view of my morning wood. He never did. .