"Yes"

"Yes," I managed to say as I tore my eyes away from her's. Truthfully, I didn't know what I wanted but I knew that if I didn't speak up now and I regretted it later, I would have hated myself. So I created some distance from her by standing up from her bed and shook the messy clutter of thoughts out of my head.

"I, uh.... Need to... go to the, uh... Bathroom!" I managed to come up with an excuse, even if it was a pretty lame one.

"Okay, no worries," Amanda replied but she seemed at least a little bit bummed out. Tearing my eyes away from her again, I quickly made my way out of the door and headed off into the bathroom. When I reached the floor's bathroom, it was a large room with stalls in the front and showers in a separate, but conjoined, room in the back. I walked up to one of the stalls and collected a handful of water and splashed my face with it.

Geez, what was that? I mused. Was she really trying to get me to sleep with her? Or was I just imagining something that wasn't really there? And if she was, I almost let her continue. Those eyes and that hair, and her mouth and... I lost my train of thought thinking about all of her gorgeous features. Shaking my head again, I refocused on my own reflection in the mirror.

But what if I hadn't have stopped her? Would we be doing sex right now? Like together? How does that even work? Wow I am really wet behind the ears with all this kind of stuff. Taking a moment to recompose myself, I realized something. My ears weren't the only thing that was wet. Great, now I need new panties. The first day and I already need a change of panties. This may not going to be as easy as I though.

After another minute or two of focusing on myself and my current situation later, and I decided the best course of action was to take a nice hot shower and get ready for bed. Maybe this will all just be a memory tomorrow and the rest of the semester would sail on by without another incident. Maybe I can still be great friends with my roomie and not have her try and sleep with me. Heading back to the room, Amanda was laying down on her bed, phone in hand up above her. She didn't look at me when I came back in.

"Sorry about that back there," she said not daring to look at me. Was she embarrassed? "I have a habit of coming on a bit strong," she continued.

"It's okay," I said unsure of what else to say. I quickly gathered my shower things and made to leave the room as soon as possible.

"It's just.... I'm not.... Yeah," I stammered lamely as I rushed out the door and shut it with my last word. As I walked down the hall, I questioned what I was going to say? That I'm not gay? I never thought of myself like that, but five minutes with that girl and I needed a change of panties. That I'm not in the mood? Again my soaked panties begged to differ. That I wasn't ready? That seemed to be the best response I could give myself I climbed into the shower and turned it on. The water came down hot and hard, just how I like it. In the hot water, I got lost in thought, mind shifting from topic to topic, until Amanda was far out of mind. One thing that I did think about was my mom. I promised to call her today to let her know I'd made it here safely. I was already late on that but at least I would get it done today.

Finishing up in the shower, I dried off and re-collected all of my things before setting off back for my room. After arriving, it appeared that Amanda hadn't moved from her bed as she continued lounging. I got dressed and climbed into bed with my computer to unwind for a while. After a little while, Amanda got up and seemed to go to take her own shower. I took that time to call my mom and let her know I was okay. I didn't mention the part about Amanda coming on to me. Why should I? I barely understood it myself. I kept the conversation short as I wasn't exactly feeling chatty with my mother after what had happened. After I hung up, I had the room to myself for a short time before Amanda returned wrapped in a towel, her beautiful hair wet from the shower. Once we were both cleaned and ready for bed, she hit the light.

I laid in bed for a long time trying to fall asleep, but being too busy thinking about Amanda and what could have happened today if I'd answered differently. I questioned if I should have or if I made the right choice, but I don't have a time machine or magic eight ball to tell me the answers, so I gave up and really focused on trying to fall asleep. I almost made it to sleep too until I started hearing soft noises coming from Amanda's side of the room. Quietly rolling over in my bed until I was facing her, I saw her form rhythmically moving under a small blanket. Focusing my ears, I could make out little tiny moans escaping her lips, even though she was trying to be quiet. It wasn't hard to put two and two together and find the answer to what she was doing. She was masturbating! Right here in our SHARED room. Was there a rule against that? There has to be right? I mulled over the situation in my head for a little bit and while I was pondering what to do, Amanda let out a slightly louder, but still quiet moan of release as she finished. Her breathing was labored a bit for a little while but soon it slowed to a pace I could tell was only possible during a deep sleep. I guess bringing it up tonight was out of the question. I tried to banish the thoughts from my mind as I again attempted to fall asleep. Amanda's womanly scent was heavy in the air but it wasn't all together unpleasant. After what felt like an eternity, I finally fell asleep.