Accounting Supplies – A Road Taken by JTSuck
I believe it was Albert Einstein that said “The length of a minute depends upon which side of the bathroom door you’re on”.
Since I started on this metaphysical bent, I might as well quote a really great American philosopher: Yogi Berra. “If you come to a fork in the road…take it”.
While the confluence of these two separate, and seemingly unrelated, thoughts precisely posit where I am in my life.
Over the past six weeks or so, I’ve done an inordinate amount of soul searching, possible and/or potential scenario analysis, repercussions, and consequences. I think this might just qualify me for a Master’s Degree in Psychology.
Conclusions reached: One – I will extricate myself from any further involvement or participation in the Friday evening events no matter the cost…to me or my reputation. Two – I will move off campus to a small apartment near the college. I don’t want to risk any collateral damage to the college or my friends as a result of my actions.
I informed my parents of my desire to move off campus. We worked the numbers the cost of rent and food for and apartment is very close to what it costs for my campus based room-and-board. I received surprisingly little resistance from my parents.
I also informed them that I wouldn’t be coming home for the Thanksgiving holiday. With the public transportation schedules being what they are, I wouldn’t get home until sometime Thursday afternoon. Also, I’d have to leave Saturday to be back on campus for Monday classes.
That was the easy part. Now for the part I dreaded. I had to inform my host George of my intention and desire to withdraw from any further involvement and participation in the Friday evening events. I summoned up whatever courage I could muster and called him on the phone.
I said that since I haven’t heard from anyone in over a month I concluded that situations have changed. I explained that I completely understand the nature of these things and hold no ill will to anyone. I explained that although I found recent events “intriguing”, I didn’t wish to participate any longer.
To my surprise, George told me that yes…indeed the situation has changed. That things were in a state of flux, and that I wasn’t to take this as any dissatisfaction with my performance. He assured me that there would be no untoward repercussions to me or the school, we could remain friends, and maybe…if things changed there might further “opportunities”. We ended the conversation on a cordial note.
Phew!!!!!!!!
Classes done for the week. Time to unwind a bit. Friday evening dance tonight and I’m going. I actually enjoy the noise and commotion…and the girls. Although they all complain about the college food, it seems like none of them are exactly wasting away. In fact, some of them actually look good with a little “padding”. And…watching a little “bounce and jiggle” as they dance is good for the psyche. Watching the girl’s dance I noticed two of them dancing just a little bit closer than normal. Hmmmm…what could possibly be going on there?
Again, an after dance gathering in the student union. More chatter…a bit of teasing…a bit of flirting…laughter all around. Breakup around midnight. Some hugs exchanged…some kisses…some longing glances…and I’m sure some romances kindled…or hoped for.
Saturday morning and I’m headed to the dining hall for breakfast. As I entered I saw Tim at a table with two or three other guys. He stood up and waved for me to join them. I fixed a tray of scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, coffee…hmm..actually not bad this morning.
Tim was his usual chipper self and introduced me to the others at the table…Rick, Michael and Gary. The table talk revolved around classes, professors, campus life, and situations. Michael excused himself saying he was meeting his German language study group. Tim let it slip, almost off-handedly, that he, Rick and Gary had become “good” friends. I pretended not to pick up on the inference but rather filed it away for further elaboration.
We finished our meals and headed out to do whatever our plans called for. I asked Tim if we could go someplace and talk for a bit. We found an empty corner table in the student union. I told him about my plans to move off campus to the apartment house nearby. He seemed ok with my decision and opined that it wasn’t a long walk from here to there. He asked when I was going to move and I said at the end of the semester.
I mentioned that because of the transportation situation I wasn’t going home for Thanksgiving and possibly staying on during semester break to take a winter break course.
“Tim…I have to ask…what exactly do you mean that Rick and Gary are “good friends”.
He kind of blushed…stammered a few seconds…and just looked at me.
I told him he could be honest and frank with me…I wouldn’t be offended or upset.
He admitted that the three of them would, every so often, when possible, meet in one of their dorm rooms, get naked and exchange blowjobs. He said he really liked watching Rick and Gary take turns sucking each other. I asked if they did anal and he said no…none of them wanted to do that.
I told Tim that I was glad to see him develop a nice circle of like-minded friends so that sex wouldn’t become boring or hum-drum. He seemed relieved that I wasn’t angry or upset. He even suggested that perhaps I could join them sometime. I admitted that I would be agreeable.
As I had a couple of assignments to finish, I excused myself and left. Back in my room I finished typing up two papers, picked up a notebook and headed off to the library.
I guess things finally caught up with me as I actually fell asleep in one of the chairs. It did feel good though. To say that the past couple of days were stressful would be an understatement to say the least.
At dinner that evening I was joined by Tim, Rick, and Gary. The conversation was light…mostly about classes and such.
I did mention to Tim that I wasn’t going home for the Thanksgiving but was instead staying on campus. I learned that there were about eight or nine other students staying over also.
Rick asked if I would be interested in joining the three of them later this evening about eight o’clock in his room. He said there would be “friendship, good music, and scintillating conversation”. I replied that I would join them.
Could this be another fork in the road?