The college was pretty strict about keeping on campus female and male dorms separate– key cards access and security at all entrances. Off campus apartments were more lax, but were more expensive despite being farther from classes.
He and I both lived on campus and it was hard to find private places for us to be alone. We might find time in between classes to make out in the depths of the library or in fire exit stairwells. Maybe a little hands stuff, but we could never get farther than that.
But one weekend we had an opportunity when I was able to sneak in. I wore one of his baggy sweatshirts and his coat and stuffed my hair into a hat. We casually walked up the stairs, him pretending to talk about our next exams. We passed a couple of guys who didn’t seem to acknowledge my presence. Continued the act up until we reached his room.
He had a shared room, but his roommate went back home for the long holiday weekend. It was just the two of us. I slipped out of the coat and took a look around the room. His bed was in the corner by the window. A nightstand with his stack of books and lamp. His desk at the base of his bed.