Moral high ground

I decided to play cautious and slow, and let Cat come to me. I did lay back in my Cat-scented bed, however, and fantasize about what she would look like fully nude, kneeling beneath me or towering over me.

The rest of Tuesday passed, and then it was Wednesday with its mess of classes and classwork to be done. It was dark outside by the time I headed home from the library, my work for the day done. As I walked into the residence hall, I noticed Cat hanging out with a group of people in the lounge. She also saw me, I could tell from a brief moment of eye contact. I headed up to my room, greeted my roommate, and sat down to listen to the music he was playing.

About 15 minutes later, there was a knock on the door, and I opened it to find Cat standing on the other side. I stepped back, and introduced my roommate to her. He gave her a curt welcome, and me a quizzical look. Cat greeted him as well, then turned to face me. "I've got a question about one of my classes, I remember you saying you took the class last year." She jerked her head in the direction of her room down the hall as she said this. It is entirely possible that she was taking a class I had previously taken, but I had not mentioned any of my prior curriculum to her, so I knew something was up. "Yeah, sure," I said, and followed her down the hall to her room.

Once in the room, she turned to me and declared, "I've done a little research on you. It occurred to me that I might be napping with a total asshole, and that's no good. But I talked to my roommate, and she talked to some of the other people on the tennis squad, because she plays tennis, and apparently you're OK. Just though you'd like to know that you're an OK guy ... but I guess you probably already knew it. Now you know twice." She stetched up and kissed me on the cheek. When she did this, I could smell **** on her breath.

"You seem like a pretty OK person too, Cat. I'd go so far as to say pretty great." I smiled. Cat smiled back, and without warning, stuck her hand down the front of my pants. I was surprised, but not completely unprepared, due to smelling the liquor on her breath. I gently but firmly pulled her arm away from me, cursing myself at my morals, and tried to tactfully defuse the situation. Cat tried to kiss me again, and I let her, and even kissed back, until she stuck her tongue in my mouth and her hand down my pants again. "Listen, Cat," I said, "I'm flattered, I really am, and I'm turned on, but you're drunk."

Cat walked away from, and sat down on her bed, pouting. "Look, Cat, I'm sorry, really I am. Trust me, I'd like nothing more than to jump you right now, but this will have to wait." Cat nodded, and looked away. I felt like an idiot, and I probably was, but at least I was "doing the right thing," I told myself. I left her room, and headed back to mine.