Spilling the beans...
A long long time ago I was a sex starved student* sharing a flat (well shoebox built onto the top of a normal house) with five other sex starved students (unfortunately all male). I had just moved into a room at the rear of the house (it was agreed that we periodically rotate rooms to minimise the hell of shared rooms and the single roopms being different sizes) and I was trying to overcome extreme lack of interest, clashing loud rock and techno beats, the TV (also on full), arguments and mild cannabis intoxication and concentrate on reviving my terminally sick degree.

It was one of those hot, sultry summer London evenings, the night air full of strange scents (not all unpleasant) and everyone had their windows open. During one of my frankly quite frequent window gazing sessions I happened to spot the long shapely and unmistakeably female legs of a girl/woman lying on bed in a room about 2 floors below mine as she was watching TV. My essay now well and truly ignored I could not help notice during subsequent glances that the legs were getting further apart and a hand was idly heading towards her crotch. After much prayer, willpower and luck on my part the hand crept into the panties and much rummaging and writhing ensued. Now the dilemma - to share my good fortune with my housemates or a little self indulgence. The dilemma was resolved by her lasting considerably longer than me, me then spilling the beans after spilling the beans (so to speak) and her climaxing to a window full of spotty cheering students.

This episode explains 1. why Adrian (called student A to protect his identity) whilst originally demanding the room rotating rigmarole became strangely attached to his poky back room, and was not necessarily the book loving swot we once took him for, and 2. why you should never share a sexual experience with your mates - they will ruin it for you!

_{*I studied Physics at Imperialist College ratio 6:1 M to F (or just ask) hence the starvedness, not just me being a minger!}

Click "I like this" if you like this.
(jmaxi returned again on, Tue 16 Oct 2007, 16:17, 4 replies)

Begging
for "I like this" clicks is lame, dude.

Good story though!
( disasterprone "Pyjamas caused the Holocaust", Tue 16 Oct 2007, 16:22, closed)

I do like this story
Really, I do. I like your writing style too, but on principle, I can't click "I like this" because of the last line.

Take it as a compliment that, IMHO, it's good enough on its own merits to not need the thinly-disguised begging.

Also, I'm in a foul mood today. Sorry about that.

edit: you beat me to it DP :-)
( chart cat has an itch, Tue 16 Oct 2007, 16:31, closed)

"Click "I like this" if you like this."
was intended to be ironic, not begging!

Ta for the feedback.
(jmaxi returned again on, Tue 16 Oct 2007, 16:55, closed)

*clicks*
That's better. I never was very good at reverse psychology.
( chart cat has an itch, Tue 16 Oct 2007, 17:05, closed)