A Year Changes Everything - 3. Chapter 3

I didn't let anything on to Matt or Simon, but over the next few days I tried every stratagem I could think of to catch a glimpse of what Andrew was packing.

My first attempt involved the bathroom. When Andrew was out I broke the lock on the bathroom door and waited for him to take his next shower.

That evening, before we headed out Andrew took a shower.

"While you're taking a shower I'm just gonna get a Coke from the machine," I said as he went into the bathroom. "You want one?"

"I'm cool," was his response.

I went out and waited until I could hear the shower running. I quietly crept back into our bedroom and over to the bathroom. I peered in, but couldn't see much through the fogged up shower door. I would have to go in.

To give me an excuse for going in I slid my wallet along the bathroom floor and then went in.

"Sorry mate, I left my wallet in here when I took a shower," I said, striding in and picking up the wallet. I was right by the shower. Andrew had his back to me and kept it that way.

"N . . .N . . . No problem," he stammered out.

It was clear that I would have to wait until he was getting out of the shower, but I couldn't very well walk in on him again or he'd get suspicious.

The following morning I pretended to be asleep as Andrew got up and went to the bathroom. He took a long shower and I quietly got out and waited by the door to peer in as he got out.

Finally, the water stopped and I heard the door open. I looked in and to my surprise Andrew was wearing his swimming shorts.

"For fuck's sake," I muttered to myself.

It was clear that a more cunning stratagem was required.

I spent the next couple of days thinking about it and I remembered Andrew mentioning that he played poker and was quite good. If I could get him drunk and persuade him to play strip poker . . . Would he go for it? He’d have to be very drunk to get over his inhibitions and I would have to play dumb and pretend I'd never played poker before . . .

I decided nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Reading this, you must think I am a pervert or something. After all, what business is it of mine if the guy doesn't want to show the world his dick? Why is it so important for me to see it?

The honest answer is that I had come to really like Andrew, as a friend. He was a nice guy once you got passed his shyness. I could see that there was something stopping him from making the most of college life and I wanted to know what it was. When I say "making the most of college life" I don't just mean girls and sex. Whatever was bothering him made him almost crippled with shyness around guys as well. I was about the only person he'd said more than a sentence to in 3 weeks.

I was his friend and I was going to help him, even if it meant tying him down and stripping him, which I was seriously considering if my poker ploy didn't pan out.