Gradually over the next few weeks Nathan visited more and more often to stay for one or two nights. Summer vacation had arrived and we finally had some time to spend together. Pretty much the only reason for him to return was to feed his kitten. The poor thing must’ve felt quite lonely during that time.

Often we’d cook and eat dinner together. I never expected Nathan to become vegetarian like myself at the time. He clearly didn’t share my point of view but nevertheless it was really considerate of him. Not to mention the impression those flowers littered in my apartment left me. How much I loved those evenings cuddled together watching movies. Afterwards falling asleep only to wake up in the comforting warmth of each others presence the next morning.

During the day we would often hang around in the lunch room we first met. With some money to spare we decided to go shopping for new clothes. More familiar in the city I showed Nathan some stores I liked. In retrospect I probably spent way too much on clothing back then. Fortunately our taste in clothing was the same. Not that it really mattered what Nathan was wearing, pretty much anything looked good on him.

Agreeing on some trendy clothes Nathan left for the changing rooms leaving me to wait in the corridor. I smiled. Unknown to him Nathan had left the curtain slightly open. Taking a step to the right I just caught a look of him changing into another pair of pants. What a sight. Those tight, brightly coloured undies which I had come to love so much. Nathan still didn’t realize I was watching. A quick look around assured me no one was paying attention. I quickly slipped into the change room. “What took you so long” Nathan whispered. The cheeky bastard did it on purpose!

Our lips quickly locked together, hands roaming around. “Wait, what are you doing”, crossed my mind as he pushed me down. With my eyes on the same level as the bulge in his crotch I got his intentions. Happy to oblige I slid the waistband down. Nathan couldn’t help letting a small sigh escape. God I certainly hope nobody saw the pair of feet showing under the curtain. We probably made way too much noise and stayed away for a suspicious long time. Slightly out of breath and very glad no one came to check up on us we headed for the register. Wait, did that guy just knowingly smile at us or was my conscience playing tricks on me?