I didn't have any Friday classes, so I woke up late that morning and had my shower. I had planned on going to a "welcome to school" party that Friday night maybe hang out with some people that weekend. Sam did everything but lick his lips, watching me coming out of the bathroom dripping wet. My face was kind of plain, I suppose, but I tried to keep my hair nice. I didn't get an athletic scholarship by being out of shape hell, I was cut. I mean, I knew I was all right to look at.
Oh, man, if I had only known then what I know now! I thought it was odd that he kept looking at me most guys would have gotten embarrassed and looked away. He was somehow always there when I was getting out of the shower, wearing only a towel. Sam was around a little more, kept asking me how things were going, if I was making friends and meeting people. It only started getting weird towards the end of the week. I settled into my classes all right, started meeting people. Sam was always out, working or at the bar with his buddies or something. I signed the lease about an hour after I saw the place, and my stuff was moved in that night. He worked late hours at an office building in town, so we'd hardly ever see each other. The place wasn't too far from the college and the apartment was huge - the biggest I'd seen the whole time I was looking. Sam was an older guy who was looking for a roommate. A young man, alone, far from home, naïve and vulnerable. I didn't know jack or shit about how things could be, and I didn't know that there were guys out there just waiting for an opportunity like me to come along. I figured I could work things out with whoever I rented with, and have my privacy. Sure, it meant having a roommate - the scholarship wasn't paying that much for housing - but at least it wasn't a regulated dorm. I was looking forward to having an apartment where I could have a little freedom.
I'd had a few girls in the back seat of my dad's car, but they were few and far between.
It made it hard to have a steady girlfriend, or at least steady pussy, when your door had no lock and your mom or dad walked in on you all the time. Oh, it hadn't been so bad, but there was no privacy. It wasn't every day that you got a chance to move to another city and get out of your parents' house. My folks were worried about me moving so far away to go to college, but I'd scored the scholarship and they really couldn't say much about it. I had just turned eighteen, and I thought I was ready to be out on my own.