Dear Diary - Part 1 - Sex Stories

Dear Diary - Part 1

... checked, I found that it was Dorm C. Afterwards, we went into the local town to buy everything that we needed but couldn’t carry with us from home. Towels, desk lamps and so on. I think we spent a few hours in the local IKEA, and when I looked around me, we weren’t the only college students there. Since it was September, all the freshmen were moving in. It felt as if students had taken over the local town. And as we browsed the store, I couldn’t help but notice that Michelle stuck awfully close to me. Wherever I went, she would always follow me and whenever I talked to her, I could feel that I had her undivided attention. I've never had a girl pay this much attention to me before — was this all real or was I imagining things? Michelle then suddenly mentioned that she forgot to bring bedsheets with her, so we went to the section in IKEA that had all the beds and stuff. Michael decided that he wanted to buy a desk lamp and he decided to go ahead — he would meet us later at the checkout point. I already had everything I wanted, so I had the choice of joining either one of them. I decided to join Michelle. Sorry, Michael, but this time I had to choose the girl. “Here, look!” Michelle pointed at a set of bedsheets that had a colorful flower pattern on it. “Doesn’t this one look pretty?” I had a choice. I could give my honest opinion or I could give some practical advice my mom had drilled into me before I left home. “This looks good,” I said. “But it might be hard to wash with ...

... your other clothes in the dorm washing machines. Maybe it would be better to choose something more plain?” “Hmm,” Michelle contemplated out loud. “You’re right. We’ll have to share the washing machines with the other people in the dorm — we can’t wash individual pieces as easily as we did at home.” I was too embarrassed to tell her that I had never done laundry at home. Instead, I just nodded and remained silent. There was no need to make a fool of myself when I could avoid it. Michelle decided on plain orange bedsheets and we continued to browse around IKEA. Funny thing about IKEA stores: have you ever noticed how there are bedrooms and mock apartments set up in the store for costumers to explore? And some of those apartments are just like real ones — there are rooms within rooms, and even several bedrooms inside. If you close the door on one of them, it would seem like you are in a real apartment. It was also the perfect place to play hide and seek. Michelle and I wandered into one of these apartments out of pure curiosity — lamenting how our dorm room couldn’t be as nice as these fake apartments. And as we explored the rooms within rooms, we found that one couple in particular had gotten comfortable in the master bedroom. “Hey, Louis, check this out!” Michelle whispered. “Hmm? What is it?” “Shh, quiet!” Confused, I saw that Michelle was pressing herself against the wall, peeking into the bedroom. She motion for me to come over. I took a peek and my jaw dropped. Wow! This was ...