I awaken to the glorious sunshine of a brand new day. It’s the first morning in my dorm room, the first day of classes at college, and the start of my brand new life. I deliberately chose Ollson College because central Wisconsin is over five hundred miles from where I grew up. My High School nerd rep is not going to find me here.
Derek, my roomie, is still asleep with the covers pulled over his head. I let him sleep while I set out my clothes. My ‘Hello World’ tee is there, but my lucky Dockers aren’t. I check the closet, the dresser, the suitcase, even under the bed. How the heck am I going to start academic life without my lucky Dockers? I know I brought them.
There’s a knock at the door. I cinch up the housecoat and open it to see a girl standing there. She’s a bit shorter than me, with fair skin and chocolate brown hair pulled back into a pony tail. The large round lenses of her glasses make her green eyes look even bigger than they are. She’s wearing a white mesh tee with an “Intel Inside” sticker on it and a dark bra beneath. Below the waist, her long legs are adorned by… MY LUCKY DOCKERS!
A black leather belt holds my pants to her left hip; on the right side they droop a good six inches, revealing black lace panties. The end of the right leg is folded back to stop it dragging on the floor, incidentally revealing a strappy sandal. Part of me wants to scream at her to take off my pants; the other part wants to admire them in situ.
“You’re Matt, right? Thanks for the loan of the pants.”
“Uh… who are you?”
“I’m Chaz, Derek’s sister. The airline lost my luggage and Derek said take any pair of pants. These ones looked the most comfortable. You don’t mind, do you?”
“Thanks!” She kisses me on the cheek. A college girl. Kisses me. I miss what she says next as my mind turns somersaults.
“Can I wait in your room? Derek is supposed to go to breakfast with me.”
“Sure. Or I could shower and eat you… er, go to breakfast with you.”
“Sure. I know Derek hates getting up early. But we have to get done quickly because my first class is Math, at 8.”
“Okay.” I tear off to the showers, then run back for my towel and soap and stuff. Ten minutes later I’m damp and back in the room.
Getting dressed is a bit interesting logistically, but I avoid exposure by dressing under my bathrobe. The whole issue of my pants is forgotten. I’m going to breakfast with my lucky Dockers, I just won’t be wearing them.
And if all goes well I’ll sit next to them in Math class, and every other class where I get the chance.
O O O
Epilogue: One month later.
Chaz sits on my lap, facing me with her knees on either side of my hips. In the past few weeks we’ve both done a lot of learning, both in and out of class. She gives me a kiss on the tip of my nose. That means she’s going to ask me for something.
“Matt, you know how I said I’d return your lucky pants after a month?”
“Yes…” I’d like to think those Dockers have been lucky for both of us.
“Well…” she bites her lower lip, “my roommate Nancy would like to borrow them for a week. They’re kind of getting a reputation.”
I smile up at the girl of my dreams. “I suppose. As long as I get to keep you.”
“Of course!” She laughs and falls against me. Our lips meet, and I’m still the luckiest guy on campus.