Hot Moments

A reputation

INTRO: Very unplanned shower sex is a bit more public than desired

Welcome to another series of tales based on the consequences of a single, 'What if?' question. For new readers of mine, please don't expect realistic scenarios. I lean to the plausibly ridiculous.

Chapter 3

So the whole thing with Rachel turned out to be a mixed bag.

I mean, I had awesome, wet, loud, shower sex with a very attractive girl in my dorm, with the promise of the odd future encore, so no matter what else, I was chalking it up as one of the biggest wins of my life... But, there were consequences.

For instance, no matter how much I wanted to publicly ignore what happened, there had been multiple, obvious ear-witnesses. And when two people in the dorm put on the kind of audio performance that Rachel and I had, and those two people hitherto had not been on the general populace's mental list of 'people who had sex,' much less the on the far smaller list of 'people who have epic, freaky sex'... there was going to be talk. Thank God there had not been anyone ballsy enough to sneak into the bathroom and become an eye-witness.

As it was, we both suddenly had a reputation.

Rachel dealt with it in her own way, and perhaps more effectively. She certainly managed to defuse her own part in things, and avoided becoming a subject of discussion. First, she resolutely stayed away from me in the closely following days, while remaining open and friendly when we met by chance. She neither was, nor acted, hostile, but she made damned sure that the two of use were never so much as walking in the same direction in the same hall for quite a while after. Second, she rather irritatingly continued to hang out with Chad. It wasn't like she was suddenly his girlfriend, but you did see them hanging out more, in the dining hall and common rooms. She presented the face of a normal student who was mildly involved with someone else other than me. For people who heard about the shower second-, and especially third-hand or more, it was easy to dismiss her as really being the rumored female in question. She had a completely normal relationship that seemed to be utterly unaffected by what happened, so it didn't sound like her. How she persuaded Chad to act like nothing had happened, I don't know. But I had my suspicions.

Her process worked fairly well, I thought. She certainly avoided the dreaded S-word label.

As for me, I handled things differently--which is to say, I took no steps to handle the situation at all. Also, I had not slunk away in the immediate aftermath, but just owned my embarrassment. And I had no other casual relationship to hide in. Most importantly, I had a loud-mouthed roommate with impulse control issues.

*

Later that same Saturday, the evening after it went down with Rachel and me, I was in my dorm, having gotten dressed for the upcoming planned night of crashing frat parties and drinking their beer. I was way more relaxed about that prospect than I had ever been in the past. I had gotten quite thoroughly laid already that day. My dry spell was over, and I had no rush to go on the hunt again. I was finally going to be able to just relax from a hard week of work, get a buzz, and maybe meet some new friends.

The door to our room slammed open, and Mitch stood in the doorway, feet spread wide, one hand balled into a fist on his hip, and the other pointing dramatically at me. "You!" he said breathlessly. Honestly, from my vantage, sitting on the floor working on my shoe, he looked like someone in a dramatically over-wrought comic book panel from my vantage. I just bent back to putting a new showplace in my Nike. My roommate slammed the door behind him and flopped into his desk chair. "You!" he hissed a second time, exhausting his temporarily limited vocabulary.

I looked up at him passively. "It's usually me," I said, looking down at my shoe again. "I live here, you know?"

"You..." he sputtered. "You nailed Rachel!" I gave him no response. "In the showers!" He gathered himself to find more words. "In the middle of the after-fucking-noon!"