Fair warning: there is no sex in this post. That said, this recounts an evening that was far sexier than some which involved hours of meaningless sex at which I don’t look back with as much fondness.
In college, my roommate Brad was a member of a coed student organization focused on volunteerism. Brad had transferred to my school from another larger school in state and had been a member of that school’s chapter. At his prior school, it was a fairly large and serious group; at our school, it was a small, ragtag group of quirky personalities. And, while coed, our school’s chapter was predominantly young, attractive women.
Soon after joining, Brad served a semester as president, and his term was fairly successful, growing the group from ten to nearly thirty members. He was unable to attract more male students, however, so the organization became even more predominantly female. It was a somewhat stressful position, so I helped him out with a lot of the operational things, such as driving people around and hosting gatherings at our apartment. Occasionally, the group traveled to conferences and volunteer events, and I, being a grad student, would manage some of the logistics, booking hotel rooms for students without credit cards and driving those in the organization who didn’t have cars on campus.