None of it made any sense.
Her one true love was the Lord.
Who did this random guy think he was, traipsing into her life, captivating her with friendship, then tantalizing her with something more?
She could not even.
Early that morning, seated on her threadbare bed, she scanned the sparse room for any items she may have forgotten.
She remembered that she wasn't the only woman on the campus experiencing conflicting desires.
She recalled the previous night, like many previous nights, when she had entered the communal bathroom. The two other rookies from her incoming class, who resided in the closet-sized rooms on either side hers, just happened to take their showers at the same time. They also just happened to find their calling at the same time, yet insisted it was simply a coincidence that they had decided to join the same superfluity.
She was the only one in the building who found the duo's explanation suspicious, probably because she was the only one up late enough to spy them fingering each other in one of the shower stalls. They hadn't bothered to draw the curtain last night, nor had they noticed her come into the steamy room, so she had gotten an eyeful of the two voluptuous women, their hands stuffed in each other's furry caverns, moaning as the warm water cascaded over their bodies. Their antics that night didn't shock her, as their cleansing coupling had become a regular occurrence. However, she was surprised that this time, she hid just out of view to watch and finger along with her colleagues, the three women strumming their delicate instruments as a heavenly choir of angels.
She wondered what he would think if he knew what she did last night, rubbing her nub while spying on her co-workers, ogling their feminine caresses as they held each other's hips, sucked each other's full breasts, and coaxed each other's pussies to burst forth with lady cum.
