This one is short, because it actually was short. But it was the first time that I realized I had real power. We had now been fucking for a few months. He would text or I would text. My hall mates would give me looks, he could only show up when my roommate was out of town. I’m also pretty sure they could hear us each time. I tried to be quiet, but he wasn’t. He was laying in bed with me after a particularly long session and he asked point blank if I had ever thought about “branching out.”
I’ll never forget him calling it that, because it sounds like a word you use to describe taking a weird class in college or taking up pottery. By the end of the conversation, I’d agreed to help one of his fraternity brothers who had a lot of trouble with girls. It was simple, I would show up, talk to him for a while and then go upstairs. It wasn’t cheating, Kevin was okay with it – in fact, he said it turned him on.