Empty Sex

**I'm sorry the last chapter was so short. This one will be longer, and the following ones will likely be the same length as the first one.**

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The next couple of days had passed without incident for Amelia. She had gone to her classes as usual, and hadn't felt anymore unseen fingers anywhere on her. She almost thought that it had just been a weird day dream, that it hadn't actually happened to her. It was Friday night, and Amelia didn't have any classes until Monday. She liked having her weekends free to do homework and have some alone time.

Her dorm was the biggest on the campus, and it was co-ed, unlike the rest of them that were separated by gender. The main reason Amelia had chosen the co-ed dorm instead of a female dorm was because it had three, big, public kitchens on the bottom, middle, and top floors instead of a real kitchen in the dormroom. The rooms just had a microwave and a fridge, so the big kitchen was where Amelia did all her cooking. She really liked cooking and didn't want to stop when she got into college. She wasn't going to eat the cheap pre-made garbage when she could eat equally cheap good food that she makes herself. Often times some people in the dorm would leave their rooms to go see what she was cooking and ask if she could share. She only did if it was a friend of hers, like her roommate, Cindy.

That Friday night, Amelia and Cindy were sitting on their little couch next to each other, eating macaroni and cheese with mushrooms that didn't come from a box, and watching some television.

"How were your classes this week?"

"Oh, they were fine, just...I felt a little weird in a couple of them." Amelia was just being honest.

"Weird? Weird how?" Cindy looked at Amelia and raised an eyebrow.

"Well...Just weird. I don't know. I kept day dreaming in class-more than usual."

"Yeah? That happens to the best of us. I'm sure you'll still ace all your classes, you smart ass."

Amelia was usually the best student in her classes, and she probably could have actually been the best if she tried harder. But she liked having free time and she did sometimes not pay attention in class. So she was just fine with not being the top student.

Cindy looked at her watch and sighed. "I got to go to work, Amy. Taking the late shift tonight." As Cindy got up, she handed her bowl of macaroni to Amelia. "You can finish mine. I'll do the dishes tomorrow!" Cindy said as she left with her purse and keys. Amelia laughed and shook her head. Cindy never did the dishes, but she did at least buy the groceries.

A few minutes had passed after Cindy left Amelia alone in their door. Casey got up to put the dishes by the sink, and suddenly felt a hand on her leg. She jumped and looked behind her, then shook her head quickly and set the dishes down. She really felt like she was going crazy. Maybe she was being haunted. By a really sexual ghost...Amelia sighed softly and was heading back over to the couch when she gasped and grabbed her breasts, moaning softly. She wasn't wearing a bra, just a t-shirt and shorts, and she could have sworn it felt like someone had just twisted her nipples. As her own hands held them, she could feel them starting to get hard.

Amelia was then shoved to the side, and she fell onto the couch, on her knees and with her back facing the television. As she held onto the back of the couch, unseen hands pulled her shorts down, then her panties. Then her arms were thrown up and her shirt pulled off. Amelia was now naked on her couch and she hadn't taken her own clothes off.

After she had been stripped, things seemed to stop. She sat up slowly, looking around. She was still alone, and was having a really hard time coming up with anything that made sense to explain what had happened. She started to get off the couch slowly, reaching for her shorts, she froze in place and moaned, putting one hand on her crotch and another on her right breast. She could feel her nipples being pulled and twisted, her breasts being kneaded, and fingers rubbing her clit like no tomorrow. She was stuck in a state of confused arousal as her mind tried to figure out what the hell was going on and her body was happy to just go along for the ride.

As Amelia was distracted by the invisible hands trying to work her to an orgasm, she didn't notice that a drawer by her bed had opened up, and something had been taken out of it. There was only so much a girl could do with her hands between boyfriends, so Amelia had gotten a vibrator. She used to just use an electric toothbrush while she lived with her parents, but since she went to college, and everyone knew everyone was having sex, she had gotten the real deal. It was blue, six inches long, and an inch in diameter. It wasn't terribly impressive, but it worked for Amelia and that was all the cared about.

Amelia had no idea that her own vibrator was coming towards her, her front was facing away from it as she leaning against the back of her couch, moaning and panting with her eyes closed from the stimulation she was getting. But she did notice, notice very quickly, when she felt the vibrations against her pussy. She gasped and shivered as her vibrator moved back and forth between her legs, her clit just soaking it in her juices. Preparing to feel the vibrator insert itself inside of her, Amelia was surprised when she felt it move again, then gasped as she felt her ass cheeks being pulled apart, and the vibrator entering her ass. She hadn't done anal before, with a real guy or by herself, so feeling this new sensation was a lot of her.

Amelia tried reaching around her to grab the vibrator and pull it out of her, but before she could grab it, it suddenly shoved its complete length inside of her without preparation. She cried out and grabbed the couch for support, her body shaking from the pleasure. She was in pain from the sudden insertion when she had never done anal before, but then she wished she would have tried it sooner. She moaned in pleasure as the vibrator moved in and out of her quickly, each time pushing her slightly against the couch with its force.

Amelia was quickly reaching an orgasm, another organs brought to her by a completely unseen force. As her hips bucked against the couch from the force of the vibrator, the vibrator decided that it wasn't doing enough. It switched to its highest setting, vibrating as hard as it could inside of her, spinning around as it also moved in and out of her ass faster. She couldn't take it anymore, and she screamed, closing her eyes tightly as she came, nearly squirting onto the couch as her female liquid spilled from her pussy like a spigot. The vibrator didn't stop while she was orgasming, and niether did what was rubbing her clit and playing with her breasts. None of it stopped until Amelia collapsed sideways onto the couch, shaking each time her over-excited body was touched. Panting hard, Amelia felt the vibrator pull itself out of her ass, making a small "pop" sound as it left. Amelia hardly registered the blanket from her bed crawling over to the couch, and laying itself on top of Amelia, like it was tucking her in.

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Amelia woke up in the morning still on the couch, and still naked, but thankfully still under the blanket. Cindy was home, and sleeping soundly on her bed. Amelia sat up slowly, looking around. Groggy and feeling half asleep, Amelia grabbed her shirt and panties from the floor, putting them on as she stood up. She walked to the bathroom and looked at herself in her reflection, frowning. What had happened the previous night had happened-her ass was a little sore, and her legs a bit sticky. And she had woken up naked on her couch. What had happened...it was real. Something was going on, something really, really weird.

There was a knock on the door to the dorm room, and Amelia went to answer it. Garett was on the other side when she opened the door, and his eyes immediately fell to Amelia's bare legs. Her face turned red when she remembered she wasn't wearing pants.

"Um, give me a minute." She said quickly and closed the door, grabbing a page of sweat pants from the laundry basket by the door and pulling them on. Garett was still there when she opened the door again, this time properly clothed. "Hey, Garett. You need anything?" She asked casually, leaning against the doorframe.

"Oh, um..." Garett blinked and shook his head quickly before responding. "Yeah, hey. You know, a couple days ago you said you owed me one?"

"Yeah...Where's this going, Garett?"

"Tomorrow, I'm going to a party at a friend's house, and I need a date. Would you like to come with me, Amelia?"

She blinked for a moment, silent, before she nodded. "Sure, I can go with you."

Garett and Amelia chatted for a couple more minutes about when they would meet for the party, then said goodbye as Amelia closed the door. She leaned back against the door and sighed, running a hand through her hair. Garett was a nice guy, but Amelia didn't really know anything about him. He wasn't a guy that people talked about, good or bad. Well, she guessed she'd learn more about him at the party. Hopefully, nothing would go wrong then. She didn't know when how wrong she was.