Blaire
I left the retreat centre that summer with a heavy heart. I could tell that this "relationship" that I was starting with Andrew, I mean Professor Foster, just didn't feel quite right to me. I mean, he was hot, and I felt butterflies in my stomach when I was horny and lonely, and remembered the feeling of his cock inside me and his lips kissing my neck, but there was still something missing. Ever since we hooked up the second time during his team-building retreat, he had been calling me every few nights, driving up for booty-calls every second weekend and treating me as if we were a couple, despite the fact that no one even knows we're together. It felt off and I was starting to think that even if I loved being in relationships, he just wasn't the right fit.
As I drove back to the university to start the last year of my degree, (ironically, I will begin my career as a sex therapist after that) I felt more lost than I did before my degree and this situation with Dr. Foster had started. I mean, I met him at such a vulnerable time, I had just ended a 5-year relationship with my ex, a guy I thought I would be marrying and having children with by now. We had great sex, he knew how to read me and my body and exactly where and how to tease my throbbing nerves to make me writhe in ecstasy. I really thought Johnny and I were "lifers", but he had some demons that he was fighting, and I was losing myself trying to help him, so we agreed to end it. I knew I needed to take a break, but when I walked in on Andrew changing that day in his office, I let me hormones lead me, instead of my brain.
Back at the university, I gathered my luggage and walked into the dorm. I was going to be an RA this year to help offset the cost of living after having struggled financially last year. It was an interesting role to play on a co-ed floor with so many case studies in sexual behaviour all around me that I could use for my research papers. I had lived off campus with Johnny for my first two years and last year after we split, I rented a bedroom in an elderly couple's basement at the last minute before classes started. There weren't many choices left at that time, and when the TA interview ended as it did, I didn't have the money for some of the nicer places close to the university. It was kind of depressing, I couldn't really bring anyone home since the couple were pretty nosey, and always had to "come get something out of the storage room" every time I came home with a friend or classmate. They did bring down homemade cookies and occasionally leftovers from supper, so it wasn't all bad, but privacy was certainly an issue.
When I had seen the poster for the Residence Assistant job last semester, I jumped at the chance, I mean free accommodations plus a salary for 30 hours a week of work, who wouldn't jump at that when you were as poor as I was. I was to be the floor mother for the 4th floor, and I had very little clue what to expect. As the elevator door opened, I was shocked by how quiet the floor was. I had forgotten that the RA team was asked to arrive one week early to prepare for the Frosh activities and orientation. I could feel a sense of excitement as I walked down the hall, past the gender neutral, communal bathrooms, the large kitchen/ lounge area and to my private room next to the meditation room and the fire escape stairwell. I dropped my things off in my room and decided to check things out on the floor before looking for my supervisor to find out the time for our meeting later that day.
As I walked past the washrooms, I heard the sound of running water and got worried that someone had left a tap on when clean water was a commodity that our world was quickly running out of! I rushed in to locate where the waste was happening, it was not the sinks, maybe it was a shower? I pushed past the last stall into the shower room and could see steam billowing out of the third stall, I pushed the curtain back to see if I could reach the knob without getting completed soaked and was shocked to see a woman in the stall.
"I'm so sorry!!" I yelped, realizing how impulsively I had jumped into action without thinking of the possibilities. As I continued to stare at the woman, frozen in shock, I couldn't help but notice how confidently she stood in front of me, smiling a bright and playful smile and maintaining a very warm look in her eyes as they locked onto mine. Flustered, I stood there for far too long just taking in every detail, before sliding the curtain back in place.
Bella
I stared at the woman, who just opened up the curtain and saw me in the shower, for far too long. I didn't think there were any other students on campus yet since I had made a special request to arrive early since there were only flights twice a week from my hometown in Haiti and as an international student, I had a lot of things to sort out before the semester began. But there she was, with mesmerizing green eyes and shiny auburn hair, pulled up in a messy bun on the top of her head. She was gorgeous and I was at a loss for words in that moment. She was so apologetic, but I felt oddly comfortable standing before her like that, with my long, chiseled legs, perfectly manicured bush and naturally perky breasts, whose nipples were getting more erect with every second of our encounter.
"It's really no problem, I didn't know there was anyone else here yet! I'm Bella, nice to meet you," I said, as she closed the curtain in a rush, probably just to hide the fact that her cheeks had turned a dark crimson colour as a result of her embarrassment.
"I'm Blaire, the new RA, I thought I was alone too, and that someone had left the water running in here. I'm really sorry about barging in on you like that!" she insisted with the most repentant tone. "I'll leave you to finish, but it was nice to meet you?!" she continued with uncertainty in her voice about whether it was an appropriate thing to say.
I stood under the water for another minute before turning the hot water to lukewarm and then cool. When I closed my eyes, all I saw were those piercing green eyes and the thought was making my heart race and my lips to swell with sensitivity. I reached down and stroked my clit gently between two fingers, doing circles and increasing in speed as I felt my wetness rush out of me, running down my legs and washing down into the drain. I leaned back against the shower wall as my body was overcome with warmth, and orgasmed repeatedly and intensely, at the thought of being between Blaire's legs. I muffled my mouth with my free hand as I couldn't help but let out a groan of pleasure before trying to re-focus and clean myself up.
I wanted to go find Blaire right away, I mean, I had never met someone that made me feel so at ease right away, even when I was baring it all to them at our first encounter.
Blaire
As I walked away from Bella and the shower, I couldn't help but think about her body and the warmth of her eyes. I didn't know what to think, I was really embarrassed but at the same time, she made me feel like it was okay. The image of her standing there, her beautiful dark skin, glistening with cleansing oil slathered all over it, her hair covered by the cutest pizza slice patterned shower cap, and her eyes, so dark and welcoming, turning slightly up in an almond shape, it was burned into my mind. Her breasts were smaller than my own, but I could see her nipples rising from the areola the longer I stared at her, frozen and uncertain what was taking over me.
I paused by the sinks on the way back to my room and looked in the mirror. I tried to tell what I was feeling, my whole face was flushed, and I could feel a warmth growing between my legs. It was different than anything I had felt before and I didn't not like it. I was snapped back into reality when I heard a groan coming from the shower, and then a long sigh. It almost sounded like... no it couldn't be... an orgasm? I quietly turned and ran back to my room without making so much as a peep. I needed to figure out what the heck was happening. My heart was racing and I felt so turned on. But HOW? I mean, I was into guys, their hardened dicks pressed in their pants, the strong hands, their twitching pectoral muscles and chiseled arms... that's what has always been my thing. That's what stirred up my hormones, that's what had always given me butterflies, not a woman's body!?
As I laid on my bed, trying to figure out what was really feeling, I put on my headphones and started the sappy, break up playlist I had created on my phone after breaking things off with Johnny. I had also listened to it on the ride back from the retreat centre, hoping it would help me move on from the idea that Andrew would ever be the right man for me. As the music, got me out of my head, my heart rate finally lowered, and I fell asleep.
Bella
It had been a few hours since I had seen Blaire. I knew she was in the room at the end of the hall, next to the meditation room since it had a big sign with "RA" on it, so I decided to hang out in the meditation room, reading a book on the big bean bag chairs, until I heard her come out of her room. I wanted to give her a proper introduction, and hopefully see if the second impression was as intense as the first.
As I flipped the pages, I barely remembered what I was reading, my mind was wondering about Blaire. What was her story, where was she from, what was she studying, was she into hanging out sometime? I didn't really know anyone in the city, except for an aunt and uncle, who were living at an old folk's home a few miles away. They had been the ones' who got me all the application information to apply here, because they knew I wanted to study, such a specialized form of therapy that wasn't available at any school back home. They had arranged an Uber to bring me and my 5 hockey bags to the residence earlier that morning, and after struggling to bring the bags up to my room without a cart or any help, my only plan for the day had been to shower and rest.
