Something about being in that room there together with Zamora and David had sent a tingle up my spine, and thoughts about the three of us were making it hard for me to fall asleep the night before my professional lighting equipment was going to be delivered.

Was it that I was attracted to David?  No, that wasn't quite it, although he was definitely quite cute, and I would love to get a chance to run my hand across that hairy washboard stomach of his.

Was it because David was attracted to Zamora?  No.  Zamora is an impossibly beautiful woman, and all men find her irresistible.  There was certainly nothing special about that in regard to David.

Was it because Zamora found David attractive?  Maybe.  But that wasn't quite it, either.  

And it wasn't because David found me attractive because I wasn't even sure he felt that way.  Who knows?  Maybe he did.  But that wasn't what was keeping me up at night.  No, it was somehow the electricity in the room that was present when it was all --three-- of us.

Very strange, and yet that's what my mind kept turning to, over and over again.

Thankfully, I did drift off to sleep at last, and I was more or less coherent by the time the lighting guys showed up.

Letting Zamora take the lead, I watched as David helped the guys from the professional lighting firm carry up the equipment to my room and then set it up.  My dorm room wasn't that big to begin with, and by the time everything was in place, there was barely anywhere to walk.

But Zamora knew exactly where everything needed to go, and it was kind of fun watching her tease and cajole David and the guys from the lighting company.

After about two hours, and accepting my offer of a cup of coffee, the guys from the lighting company packed up their gear and headed out, leaving just me, Zamora, and David.

"David, you were so much help.  Thank you," said Zamora, stroking his arm.  "My gosh, you must go to the gym!"

"I certainly do," said David with a grin.  "Lifting weights is a great stress reliever."

"I can think of a few other ways to relieve stress," said Zamora.

"Oh yeah, like what?" said David, that grin still on his face.

"David, you carried up all this equipment.  Aren't you the least bit curious what it's for?" said Zamora, a coy smile on her face.

"Oh, yeah.  What's it for?" said David, his face confused.

"Lucy here is a model," said Zamora.  "And this is where we film her."

"Oh, is that right?  Cool," said David, flashing me that lovely white smile of his.

"Yep, that is right," said Zamora, her voice purring.  "And tomorrow, Lucy is going to try on a bunch of bikinis."

"Oh, really?" said David, giving me a look that sent a warm shiver of pleasure through my skin.

"Yes, so be a good boy and run along, now.  We'll call you tomorrow when the box of bikinis arrives so you can carry it up here," said Zamora.

"I will --definitely-- be here," said David, giving both of us a grin as he turned to leave my dorm room.

"Damn, he is cute," I said with a sigh.

"He sure is," said Zamora with a sly grin on her face.

I knew right then that things were definitely going to get a little bit crazy from here on out.