Blue Balls, Part 2

(Continuation of "Blue Balls, Part 1")

I didn't expect anything sexual to go down with Lala. After all, a good friend of mine was determined to get in her pants before anybody else on campus. I was happy to leave all of that to him. As sexy and pretty as she was, I had my eyes on something much bigger--graduation. Finishing my degree on time was of great importance since my dad was holding on to life by a thread with the hope that he'd get to see me graduate.

I don't remember the month or exact day of my encounter with Lala, but the sequence of events is still clear as day in my mind. It was likely a Thursday evening because that's the only night I would've entertained a late night guest at my spot during the week. Lala called to ask if we could watch a movie at my place because she was bored in her dorm room. Since I wasn't doing anything, I invited her over.

In college, "let's watch a movie" was code for let's get naked and see where it goes from there. Despite that, I didn't think anything of Lala asking me to watch a movie after 9 p.m. She never gave off the vibe of being interested in me, so I took her at face value. After all, there were more than a couple of instances where I just watched a movie with girls in college, but that was usually in a group setting.

Once Lala came over, we proceeded to the living room and watched the entire movie (sitting on the same sofa) without incident. She never put her head on my shoulder, nor did I attempt to prop a hand on her lap. There was no reason for me to think something was about to go down. After the movie was over, I assumed Lala would call the campus escort service to go home since it was so late. Instead, she asked if I had any brew. My stash was low, but it turned out that I had an unopened bottle of Pinot Grigio, so we proceeded up to my room for some drinks...

(To be continued)