A nervous flush spreads across my cheeks. Perched on the edge of the bed, the silky sheets feel cool against my exposed thighs. The air is thick with unspoken desires. My heart pounds in my chest, each beat echoing the longing I feel for my roommate. The oversized hoodie, barely skimming my stomach, offers little comfort. My massive bulge strains against the tight fabric of my shorts, a constant reminder of the yearning I can't voice.

"Oh man, when are they gonna get here?" I say to myself, "I'm gonna mess this up, aren't I?" I get more nervous as I wait for my roommate to arrive, fiddling with the strings of my hoodie.