"Absolutely," he said. He looked from her to the suit, and then to the door quickly. Roomates were roomates, he thought, and he slept in the nude anyway, so odds were she was going to see him naked at some point anyway.<br/><br/>He pulled off his shirt, tossing it over the railing, and doing likewise with his pants. The removal of his boxers left him naked for about thrift seconds while he pulled off his socks, and then pulled on the bathing suit. He didn't think it was a big deal, he thought it shouldn't be, with the times changing from the old-fashioned stodginess he'd known about as a kid.<br/><br/>"Ready to go," he said. He had an immediately nagging fear that he'd been sized up, but he tried to put it out of his mind. He was, above average, but not huge. He'd never really wanted to be either, even if he'd found himself flipping through a porno may for women once or twice, it was more abstract desire, than a need to match them. Of course, with cocks on the mind, his brain led him back to the situation at hand, and Abby.<br/><br/>One kiss and he felt like it could go somewhere. It was wierd, he knew, and of course there was the issue of his being, well, not exactly as straight as an arrow. Sure, he didn't find it wierd to want both, but he couldn't honestly say he could imagine having a girlfriend who'd be ok with it.<br/><br/>