Chatting over Dinner

You walk side by side in silence as you head out onto the foot paths. You knew there was a campus pizza place, now you just had to find it.

Stopping a nearby group of girls you ask directions. You see as they give you both an approving thirsty look. You were used to it. You had natural manly chiseled good looks, you were in top physical condition, and you had free flowing shoulder length coppery brown-blonde hair and piercing hazel eyes. You knew you were a looker but you didn't let it get to your head. But these girls were checking you both out. You realize Charlie had an attraction all his own. That sort of effeminate boy band look, he was almost...pretty. Add to this his sulky quiet vulnerability and yeah, your roommate could drop some panties if he wanted to. No problem at all.

Had you not been happily connected with Samantha Charlie could have been one hell of a wingman through college. The girls give you directions then head on their way, looking back over their shoulders to check the pair of you out one last time before they leave.

You smile at Charlie and give him a knowing wink. He doesn't respond. You got the impression he had genuinely missed just how much those women had been checking him out.

The light of the day was rapidly fading and the path side lights were beginning to flicker to life. You eventually track down the restaraunt. It was in the basement of a rather plain looking stone building, you would have never found it had you not gotten directions. As you enter you are quickly greeted and shown to a table. Like the rest of the campus it was pretty dead in here. It was dimly lit and a stereotypical sort of nondescript campus rock played over the house speakers. The pair of you are shown to a booth. Charlie leaves his coat on as if he wanted to be ready to leave at a moments notice.

The waitress comes up. You smile. "I'll have a pint. Whatever you have on tap is fine."

"Sam Adams okay?" She asks. You nod. "I.D.?"

Shit. "I'll have a coke." You correct yourself.

She gives you a knowing sympathetic grin.

She turns to Charlie. "Same?"

Your roommate shakes his head and says softly. "No. Do you have any juice?"

She chuckles. "Speak up sweetie, I can barely hear you."

"Uh...orange juice please." Charlie says in an even more quiet voice.

"Sorry, what?" She leans in.

"He said Orange Juice." You say boldly in his stead. You then take the initiative. "And a large all dressed pizza. That good for you Charlie?"

Your roomie nods. The waitress smiles and heads on her way. You look around seeing what was happening. The answer was...absolutely nothing. Just a few other tables having supper like you two.

You look across and can actually watch as Charlie screws up his courage. He manages to speak up, his voice taking on a higher octave as he increases the volume. "Hey, so, uh, what are you studying? What's your major?"

You grin. "Kinesiology. Sports medicine and all that. I was going to try to go pro in soccer but...I'm just not that good if I'm honest. Even my girlfriend Samantha says so. What about you?"

He reaches out and begins playing with the salt shaker with fiddling nervous fingers. "Biology." He says. A pretty vague answer, you were getting used to that.

"Oh, that's cool. So many interesting disciplines in Biology." You chuckle. "I didn't do too bad in Biology actually. No genius mind you."

Even through his hair and the dim light you see another blush come to his face. He didn't like that, you remind yourself not to bring it up again. You say. "I did pretty good at the whole dissection stuff. Steady hands. Did you do stuff like that? Being home schooled?"

He shakes his head. "No. I don't hurt animals." Is all he says.

You shift. "Well, I didn't hurt anything, they were already dead ya know."

He hurries to say, obviously worried he'd offended you. "No, I didn't mean..." That awkward silence again as he clams up and looks off to the side.

You laugh if off. "It's okay man."

Mercifully the waitress is back with your drinks to interrupt the hitch in the conversation. You grab the frosted mug and down three big swallows. You were more parched than you realized.

You smack your lips and let out a satisfied "Ahhhh." Followed by a small belch. "Ha. Geez. Excuse me." You look across at him. "So, we're going to be roomies for a while. At least for the year, maybe more. Let's get off on the right foot. Anything I need to know about you? Anything you need from me?"

He looks left and right, he rarely kept eye contact for very long. He nods. "Good idea Jonathan. Um, yeah. My privacy. I need my privacy okay? Please don't look through my stuff or anything? Or walk in on me when I'm getting dressed."

You give him a single solid nod. "No problemo and understood. You have my word. And you can call me Jon if you want."

"Anything you need?" He asks.

You give him a sly smile. "Well, not really. I'm easy to get along with but...my girl, Samantha, she might come visit at some point. She's hoping to get into this school. And...he he he...if she does..." You trail off.

Charlie leans in. "If she does...if she does what?"

You let out an exasperated sound. How was he not picking this up? "If she does, well, you might want to make yourself scarce from time to time. Let me have the room to myself. Know what I mean?"

Yet another blush fills his cheeks, man this guy was a blusher. "Oh! Oh yes, of course. Of course."

You shoot him a look. "Hey, if you ever need the same, just let me know yeah? Text me or something, we'll trade numbers. Do you have a girl Charlie?"

Charlie shakes his head, his eyes suddenly become very focused on his orange juice.

"No little Canuck hottie waiting for you back home?"

He shakes his head again.

"Single huh?" You ask. Charlie nods. You think back to the interaction with the girls on the path. Something suddenly dawns on you. "Charlie...are you gay?"

Charlie looks up at you, a rare moment of connection with those huge chestnut brown eyes of his. "Um. No. No I'm not gay Jonathan."

You honestly weren't sure if he was telling the truth or just being defensive. You smile. "Okay. Cool either way. I was just curious."

You watch him nervously turn his drink glass and fidget. He was a virgin, you were one hundred percent sure. You could just see it. Well, college would probably be the time and place then. No where better. You thought college would be healthy for you to spread your wings, poor ol Charlie here needed it even more.

You offer, **** to keep the conversation moving. "Hey, want to see my Sam?" Without waiting for an answer you pull out your phone and find the right album. You open it up to see the latest picture of her. It was a close up from just before you left this morning. Her sky blue eyes twinkled in the morning light. You pass the phone over. Charlie reluctantly takes it and sets it in front of him on the table. You smile proudly. "Pretty hot huh?"

He stares at her on your phone screen, not touching it. "She's...she's beautiful." He says in a strange tone that you couldn't quite read.

"Ha ha! Isn't she though." You felt a bit weird doing this but it was at least something to talk about. Besides, you knew Samantha did it too. A big part of your connection was your shared good looks, you just looked good together. You were the best looking boy in town, she was the hottest girl, it seemed inevitable. You indicate a swipe motion. "You can look through there if you want."

He didn't seem particularly interested but he politely begins looking through your photo album of you and Samantha together. All the usual couple photos flash by. His big eyes taking in each happy photo. You notice him suddenly stiffen up, his eyes widening as his thick eyebrows raise. Looking down you see he was looking at a photo of a naked Sam on her knees looking up at the camera, her lips wrapped around your hard cock.

You burst out laughing. "Ha ha ha ha! Holy shit! I forgot I left that in there!" You snatch the phone back as Charlie looks up at you with stunned eyes. "Ha ha ha ha! Sorry dude. You saw a little more than I meant." Popping the phone back in your pocket you quip. "Glad it was you to stumble across that, and not my parents or something." It might have been your turn to blush but you didn't blush easily, you just thought it was funny.

Charlie starts to giggle and cover his face with his hand. Your grin widened, finally something that loosened this guy up. The pair of you sit laughing as the waitress arrives with your pizza. She sets it on a tray in the middle of the table. Taking up the pizza slice serving thingy you hive off two pieces for Charlie then serve yourself three.

"Thank you." He says. He picks up his knife and fork and begins eating. You watch him slicing it into bite size pieces and shake your head.

"Dude, just grab it, by the crust." You laugh. "Is that a Canadian thing?"

He looks up. "Uh, no. I just...uh...that's how I eat..." He suddenly smiles. "Okay!" Grabbing one of the slices he brushes his long bangs to the side and stuffs the pizza into his mouth. His cheeks bulging with pizza he smiles again as he starts chewing. It was a silly little moment, but it was a moment. You weren't sure why but you really liked Charlie. He was so odd but he seemed like a good guy. Also, he was even further away from home than you were and he was just as alone as you were. You felt an odd kinship with this strange little man.

"Ha! There ya go." You encourage him happily as you start scarfing down your own. It was pretty good.

Things ease up with Charlie as you continue to eat and drink together. You ate most of the pizza yourself but he didn't seem to mind. There wasn't much more conversation but what there was was pleasant.

You pay the bill and the pair of you are soon on the way back to the room. It was dark out now, only the regular lamps along the path and the lights of the building illuminating the way. Side by side you walk down the path together.