The Underwear Situation Ch. 01

It was my third year of college and I had finally figured everything out. I had pretty good standing with my teachers and although I wasn't at a top of my class, my grades weren't anything to be ashamed of either. Parents still supported my studies, but I also scored a part time job in a local cafe bar. I had a steady girlfriend for over a year and she was crazy about me, as I was about her. My free time was filled with running and soccer, but I also managed to rest on a couch and read a good book from time to time. I used to live in a calm dorm where I could enjoy my quiet reading and concentrate on my studies. At least before it all started to fall apart.

From what I have heard, there was an explosion in a boiler room of our building. Luckily no one died, but quite a few people got hurt and the entire dorm had to be closed because of structural damage. Students were talking about something illegal being down there, because of how big the explosion was and there were even police investigation launched with no conclusive evidence revealed at the time. But a shit ton of students had to be suddenly relocated with very little regard to their comfort or needs. Decisions were made; compromises taken and let's just say a lot of us were getting the shorter end of a stick. And that is how I ended in a same room with Rebekka.

Apparently, there were situations where people of opposite sexes ended up sharing the same room and there was nothing to be done about it. No one was sure how it happened so many times when they had all the names beforehand, but there was no use to complaining -- trust me, I have and their response was always the same:

"I apologize, young man, but this is a hard time for everyone, you just need to deal with slight inconvenience for few months and after that, you can go back to your own dormitory," the lady moved rectangle glasses back to a top of her nose and kept writing something with a disposable pen -- the cheapest kind of course. She looked like the prototype of school counselor from old movies, even wearing a cardigan and her hair was tied in a bun.

"Thank you very much for your help," I tried to not sound ironic. There was no need to antagonize anyone, since she only did her work, but I wasn't happy.

After second visit this week, I could see where her reluctance came from. Also, I probably wasn't the only one that complained to her about the sudden changes, so she probably wasn't in a best of moods these days. It wasn't like any inconvenience would lead me to complaining and trying to get a better solution, it was just the fault of one person, so let's get back to her.

Meeting Rebekka for the first time, there were no signs warning me about what kind of psychopath have I encountered just there and then. I put down my two suitcases in the hallway and before I could knock, she opened her door and beamed huge smile right at me. That was my first look at her and to be honest, I couldn't imagine anyone less threatening. She was this small, barely 5' 3", slim girl with long blonde hair in a ponytail, dressed in loose black clothing, looking like she just got up from a study book to greet her new roommate.

"You must be Thomas, nice to meet you!" her voice also sounded cheery and it seemed like she was genuinely glad to see me.

"Just Tom, please. And nice to meet you too, sorry for barging in your space," I shrugged apologetically because it really seemed like I was intruding on an incredibly nice and welcoming person.

"It's no bother at all. We all heard what happened in your dorm and you have to live somewhere right?" she shrugged. "But you are still standing in the hallway and I'm yapping, come in, come in, make yourself at home."

With that she moved inside and even helped me with one of my suitcases. It really looked like I had scored a jackpot with my new roommate then, who could have guessed that she would turn to such an obnoxious person in just a few days? But I am getting ahead of myself, it still looked great at that point. She gave me tour of our new room and I was impressed, because it was actually much larger than I expected. There were two small separate bedrooms that were joined by living room in the middle with a kitchenette. Suddenly I could see how it was possible to have opposite sexes in one apartment, since there was this much space and privacy. It didn't look like a dorm room at all and I voiced my surprise quite loudly.

"Yeah, there are two apartments like this on each floor, but rest of the rooms look like you would imagine -- just two beds in a very small room, no premium like I have here," she giggled.

"And you were living here by yourself?"

"Just for a few weeks, my last roommate dropped out, she had some trouble at home. Since then, I have been here alone. Not sure how will it work after you return to your dorm," she paused. "Sorry, that sounded like I want you out already and you just barely arrived."

"It's okay, I understand what you meant by that and I am not offended. Even if you weren't happy about me being here, I would see why. But you have only been welcoming so far, so I can't really complain at all."

"Well, that is a relief, I am glad you are not some kind of a troublemaker. Well at least you don't look like one," she gave me sideways glance with ironic smile.

"Nope, trust me, I just want to finish my studies in peace and get a decently paid job, you won't get any trouble from me," I tried to reassure her. "And how about you? Having a lot of parties here since your room is this big?"

"They try to throw something in here from time to time, but I've always managed to stop them. I really am not a party girl and I do like my quiet time if you know what I mean?" she looked at me again and I nodded.

And that was basically our first meeting which I thought went great. She was welcoming enough and I planned to mostly stay out of her way since it was her apartment in a first place, but things only went downhill from there. It started after I unpacked my things and made sure to use only areas she designated for me in our shared space. She was pretty generous though, so I spread all my possessions around and went to school, but after returning, I immediately noticed that some of my stuff was moved around, as if someone snooped about. I just told myself that I was misremembering the exact positions and got confused just because it was new place for me. But it repeated next day and day after that it got even worse because even things in my bedroom were now being moved around.

I tried to be as polite as possible when confronting Rebekka, asking her about someone else having keys to our dorm room, maybe forgotten roommate from the past, but she said that was impossible and she also firmly denied any snooping around my things. She looked so upset by the accusation that I almost felt ashamed about talking to her, but someone had to be responsible for that. And things only became worse after our confrontation.

I was delayed by a professor after class the first time my girlfriend Jane came to visit and Rebekka came to open the door apparently wearing not that much and making jokes. When Jane asked about me, she told her I'm not around and then made her wait in the hallway. I found her there half an hour later and she felt pretty angry and humiliated. We talked things out and I confronted my roommate later that evening. Rebekka explained that she simply did not know Jane and couldn't prove who she was, so she wasn't comfortable with letting her in and leaving her in my room without supervision. It sounded a little paranoid but I could pass it as believable if only there weren't already so many suspicious things about her. I apologized and tried to look understanding, but from that moment I watched her behavior with more scrutiny and tried to switch rooms for the first time.

As days passed, she grew even bolder -- I caught her rearranging my stuff in the living room and even using some of my cups and plates for meals. When called out, she apologized and told me that her head was somewhere else, but it was harder and harder to believe her lies. She even started reclaiming the space that was assigned as mine and her stuff was often laying around on my shelves or chair I used to study. She even burned incense sticks in our joint room and even though the smell wasn't all that bad, it was so intense that I got dizzy and it became hard for me to concentrate on my books. When I asked Rebekka to stop it, she finally dropped all the acting, shrugged and told me that I better get used to that, because it is her room and her rules.

I returned to school counselor again and tried to get myself some other accommodation, but there were no available options. Every room was full and even cheaper rental places around the campus were taken over by our school to fit every student. I was just supposed to talk about problems with my new roommate and wait it out. It was only temporary solution anyway and I could hopefully get back to my dorm after few weeks. So, I did just that -- after returning to my dorm, I sat down with Rebekka and asked her if she could tone some things down a little, because I just wanted to concentrate on my studies. She agreed that her actions maybe went little overboard because she wasn't used to having anyone around and promised me that she would try to scale back a little, but at the same time she made sure to tell me, that it was still her place and she was the boss.

I was genuinely surprised to see things calming down a after our talk and Rebekka really stopped being such a pain in the ass. Jane didn't like visiting my new dorm, because she felt weird about the girl and I couldn't blame her, but I was content with waiting things out. My stuff was still moved around a bit from time to time and the room smelled funny from the incense sticks. But it was not as intense as in the beginning, so I tried to get out a lot, concentrate on school and just carry on as if nothing was bothering me. Then one day after class I returned and found out our shared space turned into one giant laundry room.

Lines were stretched across the living room at my eye level in a way that made it impossible to cross from one side to the other without crouching. All the lines were filled with every kind of girl underwear I could think of. There were bras -- push up, strapless, sports bras and other types I didn't even know the name for. I could also spot some bikinis in one corner, next to few pairs of hold up stockings. But panties were in overwhelming majority and there were so many of them. I saw classic panties, thongs, briefs, and other types in various colors and styles. Some of them were plain, other lacy, see through and it seemed like there was no end to them.

I was speechless. We agreed that this joint space would be area of peace where I could study in the evening and now it was taken over by her underwear. I wanted to yell at my roommate immediately, but for once she was out and I had to wait. If I remembered her schedule correctly, she would be returning shortly and I did not want to give her chance to hide from me or dodge my confrontation, so I decided to wait for her right there, in the living room.

I sat down on the couch, trying to not look at the underwear, but it was pretty hard since it basically took over the entire room. I was pissed at first, but the feeling slowly faded away and was replaced by exhaustion. Maybe it was because of difficult day at university, but I was even little sleepy. There was smell in the air, like a fabric softener or something and it felt soothing and relaxing. I tried to prepare a scolding speech for my roommate, but it was harder and harder for me to keep my eyes open and I slowly faded to sleep...

"This is not like you, Thomas. To fall asleep in the middle of living room," familiar voice woke me up from slumber and I spent a few seconds trying to get my bearings.

"What? Why?" I was still confused with my head spinning, trying to remember where I was.

"Looks like you are still groggy, I won't bother you then."

"Wait, no!" I finally recognized Rebekka. "I wanted to talk with you."

"Yeah? What was it you wanted to tell me?" she moved closer and stood just in front of me.

I was still sitting on the couch which meant she was now almost towering over me, but she was still able to comfortably walk under lines that were spread out across the room. It took me a moment to remember what was the problem I wanted to talk about, because my thoughts were all over the place for some reason.

"I wanted to talk about your laundry," I managed to finally string some words together.

"Oh, are you interested in my underwear?" she smiled widely.

"No, it's not like that," I replied. "It shouldn't be here."

"Looks like you have some trouble thinking clearly thought," she was openly giggling now.

"This is not funny," I found spark of the rage I felt earlier. "You shouldn't parade your filthy underwear around here!" I wanted to stand up, but my feet were too wobbly and I fell back to the embrace of comfy couch as my anger faded away again.

"Filthy?" she looked offended by my words. "I just washed them now. Do you want to tell me that these," she picked a smooth black thong and waved it in front of my face. "Are not clean?"

"What?" I had trouble following her words.

"Look at them and agree with me that they are clean!"

It was hard for me to get a firm grasp at the conversation and my head kept spinning, but I looked at the fabric in her hand and it looked clean, so there was no point in denying that fact.

"Yes, they are clean," I nodded.

"And they even smell good, right?"

She put her panties right under my nose and I sniffed them obediently. The nice floral smell that was filling the entire room suddenly got even stronger.

"Yeah, they smell good," I agreed. Something was troubling about this interaction but I wasn't sure what exactly. She was just stating the obvious and I had to agree with her.

"And how about the fabric? Doesn't it feel good against your skin?"

She moved her hand even closer now and rubbed her panties against my cheek. The material was soft, her hand warm, and when she gave me a few light strokes, it felt like someone was caressing me with utmost care.

"This is great," I closed my eyes as the relaxation took over me.

"Not so fast, Thomas, I want you to open your eyes and look at my panties again. You don't think that they are filthy now, right?"

"No, they are not," I concentrated on the fabric dangling in a front of my eyes.

"Now tell me, how do you feel about girls' underwear in general?"

"Don't care about it much," I managed a small shrug. "Just like girls better naked."

"That is not a good attitude, let's work on that. When a girl puts a nice underwear on for you, she is doing something good. You have to appreciate it and return that favor, do you understand?"

"Appreciate it, and return the favor," I nodded, it made sense.

"Very good. If that pretty girlfriend of yours puts something nice on, you should pay attention to that and let her know that you noticed. You like her, right?"

"I love her," I responded without thinking.

"Oh, those are some strong words, but that means it's even more important to let her know you like underwear."

"I like underwear?" it was surprising, but for some reason I was unable to challenge her words.

"That is right, you like girls' underwear. And not only if it belongs to your girlfriend, you will get more interested in it in general."

"I will be more interested," I nodded, somehow compelled to agree with her.

"You will no longer complain about my underwear being around. In fact, you got so used to it, that miss my underwear you don't see any piece for a few days in a row."

"I will miss your underwear."

"Very good. I knew you would come to see my side of the argument."

"Your side?" there was something confusing about her words.

"Yes. From now on you will find out that my actions won't bother you as much, whatever they might be. You will attempt to look at things from my point of view and always try to understand my position. And if I tell you something, you will be inclined to believe me even though it might be something strange, do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand," my uncertainty vanished.

"Very good, now you can finally rest your tired eyes and go back to sleep, Thomas."

I didn't need any more encouragement, my eyes closed almost on their own and I was asleep before I could count to three.