Sunday morning

You stir awake to the soft rustling of sheets as Jennifer slowly wakes up beside you. The warmth radiating from her body is like sunlight on a cold winter’s day, enveloping you in its comforting embrace. Last night was truly magical.

As you gaze down at Jennifer’s sleeping face, you can’t help but marvel at how lucky you are to have her in your life. Her soft sighs and gentle movements remind you just how perfect she is for you.

Your mind wanders back to last night as images of your passionate love-making flash through your head like a vivid dream: the way she moaned your name, her lithe body pressing against yours in sync with every thrust. You can still feel her tightness gripping you like no one ever has before, and it’s enough to make your breath hitch in anticipation of doing it all over again.

But wait, what’s this? Your peripheral vision catches something out of the corner of your eye: a pair of panties, navy blue and lacy, tangled up in the sheets next to you. Confused, you carefully extricate them from the mess without waking Jennifer.

As you examine the underwear closer, a wave of shame washes over you. These aren’t Jennifer’s panties; they belong to Mandy. You stuff them back into the mess, hoping against all odds that Jennifer didn’t notice anything suspicious.

“Those aren’t mine,” you hear come softly from Jennifer.

In a panic, you try desperately to come up with an explanation of how Mandy’s panties ended up in your bed. You know you have to come clean with Jennifer before it’s too late.

You take a deep breath and plunge right into it. “Well they belong to my roommate,” you blurt out in one breath, bracing yourself for the worst possible reaction. “She’s... well, she’s a girl.”

The room falls into stunned silence, punctuated only by Jennifer’s ragged breathing as her eyes widen. After what feels like an eternity, she sinks back onto the bed, her shoulders slumping in defeat. “You... you have a girl roommate?” Her voice cracks on the last word, barely more than a whisper.

“I... I’m sorry,” you stammer, unable to meet her gaze. “I just didn’t want it to be weird between us.”

But instead of exploding in anger or hurt like you expected, Jennifer bursts out laughing - not unkindly, but more from disbelief than anything else. “Well this certainly is a progressive university?” she chuckles.

You explain to get how you ended up sharing a room with Mandy.

“Really, you aren’t mad?” With hope flickering in your eyes.

She smiles reassuringly and nods. “Of course!”

Jennifer laughs again. “You have such a naive, charming personality,” she teases, reaching out to squeeze your hand comfortingly. “But seriously, John... I can handle it. Besides, I knew thing were going to change after high school. What we had was great, but let’s be honest, being 3-4 hours apart for 4 plus years will not be fun.”

“But...” you stammer.

Before you can say anything else Jennifer adds, “Look, I was planning on discussing this with you later, but why don’t we just keep it casual for now?”