Literally.
Larry’s roommate was older than he was, a friend he knew from high school who’d graduated a year earlier and rented a place off-campus, so Larry didn’t have to stay in the freshman dorms. He roomed with Doug; the two of them had the entire attic of a three-story home all to themselves. The second floor belonged to a quartet of sorority sisters Doug flirted with shamelessly, and the first floor was a common area shared by them all. Living room, dining room, kitchen, laundry. It took Larry a few days to get used to the idea of wandering downstairs in the morning to find a couple of girls by the sink, wearing barely-there nighties and sipping coffee. The first time it happened, he blushed deeply and apologized as he backed out of the kitchen, their giggles following him down the hall.