He and I worked out at the gym together 3 or 4 times a week, which meant we often showered together. Lisa and I hit it off big and finally I was no longer a virgin – making up for lost time going crazy with this chick as often as I could! It was really cool…īut while having sex constantly, and I mean constantly, it still started to seem odd to me how much I also kept noticing Mark’s sexy body too. I was much more experienced in most things (except sex oddly) since my parents were divorced early and drugs were rampant in the LA public schools… So Mark and I became buds – and showed each other our worlds… I got him high and taught him racquetball, he talked philosophy and helped me with Calculus… and best of all, his sexy girlfriend had a hottie friend of her own, Lisa that I totally hooked up with. I’m 5’ 10, 170 and blond / blue, so I guess I fit his image of what every LA surfer guy should be (though I confessed to him I’d never actually surfed!). Yet with all those smarts, I really liked how regular he seemed, considering he came from a rich family in New England and was going to this Ivy League… For his part, he seemed to admire me too, in a different way (more for my street smarts). I mean I’d had blow jobs and the usual makeout sessions with girlfriends, but just never really gotten the deed done. Maybe it was because, frustratingly, I was still a virgin. Going back east to college was my first time away from LA, and I was still surprisingly shy when meeting people considering I was pretty popular and adventurous in high school. His name was Mark – my new college roommate from Boston.