that
road once before...
She pushed into the hard wood of her chair and cracked her back, letting her eyes drift over the room. If there was one saving grace, it was that it
had
been nice to have a little stress-free alone time in the dorm. Things with Stephanie hadn't gotten worse, but they hadn't much improved either. Their relationship was mostly cordial, and at times Rachel almost felt like they were turning a corner into a more easygoing, natural friendship. Steph would unexpectedly open up about something or come back from class in a cheerful mood. But then the next day she'd be cold and distant. She'd drop some ambiguous comment that Rachel just couldn't quite decode.
The strangest thing about Stephanie seemed to be that while she clearly seemed to pass judgment on Rachel's lifestyle and choices, she simultaneously acted weird when the girls had separate plans. She'd roll her eyes at her roommate's whimsical suggestion that they blow off a Friday afternoon and start drinking, but then afterwards, passive-aggressively ask if Rachel had "had fun" with a touch of hurt in her tone. And then she'd clam up and spend another day barely speaking.
And perhaps the largest dose of irony came in the complicated realm of boys. Steph had quite certainly treated Rachel's relationship with Josh with disdainful condescension. And yet, she was currently involved in what appeared to be a similar set of circumstances with one of his friends. Rachel had (from the very beginning) found her hookup with Vince to be strange and hypocritical. And now they seemed to be more-or-less "dating" (although Steph would not commit to such a classification). They were together a lot and Vince had showed his face at least weekly at their dorm.
Rachel narrowed her eyes as she thought it all over. The whole thing was weird. Vince was this loud, obnoxious, fun-seeking creature, and while Steph certainly had an unexpected party-goer streak that reared its head from time to time, they just didn't seem each other's type. It was a bit of a conspiracy theory, but Rachel sometimes wondered if Stephanie even liked him at all and if she had merely sought him out in some sort of twisted rivalry sense. Like, despite her thinly-veiled scorn towards Rachel and Josh, she was competitively duplicating what they'd had earlier in the year.
It didn't help that Rachel wasn't in love with having Vince inserted into her life more and more. Dovetailing with her theory that perhaps Steph wasn't even all that into him, Vince, too, had made his own little displays depicting a commensurate lack of investment. He wasn't shy about keeping his eyes on Rachel when he swung by to see Steph. And there were certainly times when she hadn't been dressed in the most appropriate of ways. Whether it was heading out for a run in her spandex shorts or returning from the shower with a towel clutched over her cleavage, Vince never seemed to miss an opportunity to offer a lecherously approving glance.
The thought forced a shiver through her veins and Rachel shook her head as she pushed back from her seat and stood up. It's not that there was anything really offensive about Vince; he could just be a lot. He was big and imposing he had the loud, meathead football player archetype down to a T. Rachel had known a few boys like him over the years and her interactions with them had certainly been mixed.
Smirking and wondering why exactly it was that she was spending any brain power on the topic, Rachel finally moved on. Flexing her toes and taking a few steps across the room, she settled in in front of her dresser and mirror and gazed idly at her reflection as she began to prepare for bed. Her loose sweatshirt came up over her head and landed on the floor, followed by her gray cloth shorts. With only her underwear remaining, she hesitated for a moment, pivoting her figure and glancing approvingly at the image reflecting from the glass. Smiling, she unsnapped her bra and let it fall from her fingers. Her hands slid upward automatically as she gave her boobs a soothing squeeze. A sigh slid happily from her lips. It always felt so good to take her bra off for the night.
Reaching into her drawer, she retrieved a soft white camisole and slipped it smoothly over her torso. Turning back towards the mirror, she gave the exposed stretch of her stomach a gentle rub. She was in great shape. Probably the best of her life. College field hockey had brought an entirely new level of intensity and she'd been forced to do conditioning that she'd never bothered with in high school. Her legs and stomach were tight and toned, and her large, enchanting breasts remained as inhumanely perky as ever.
She tingled as her eyes traced over the full indent of her nipples through the thin, stretched material of her top. Her boobs were certainly beginning to earn some notoriety around campus, a reality birthed from her fateful decision to lose her inhibitions (and her top) in a certain hot tub at a big party earlier on in the year. The display had not been discrete and the few dozen or so people who'd been present had certainly served as the kindling for the beginning of a rumor brush fire.
Not that rumors were anything new to her either. Tales of her jacuzzi nudity had been amplified and exaggerated as they'd spread. In one version she'd basically put on a strip tease dance session for all the members of the hot tub, and in another she'd fucked the boy she'd been with while everyone had watched. But unlike the suffocating and soul-piercing whispers that had pushed her to the brink in the spring, these ones barely bothered Rachel at all. If anything, they filled every inch of her body with shivery excitement. They weren't stories sourced from one of the truly worst things she'd ever done. They were simply building blocks to a caricatured reputation that Rachel did not mind inhabiting in this fun new chapter of her life.
As the thoughts tickled her senses, Rachel switched off the main light and slipped comfortably into her bed. The memories drifted from the hot tub night to a very pleasurable extension of the event: Caleb. Rachel smiled to herself and squeezed her thighs together automatically as she pictured his face. Snuggling her cheek into the soft depth of her pillow, she let the images flow.
She'd hooked up with Caleb in the library just two days after that hot tub party. She'd been buzzing with itchy arousal, and when she'd spotted him studying at a nearby table, she'd pounced without a second thought. Something about his powerful display of authority that night had gripped her deeply in her gut. She'd barely exchanged ten words with him but the impression had been impactful.
With almost comical bluntness, she'd simply thrown herself at him at the library that day. She'd played up the gratitude angle of wanting to repay him for his help at the party during her mini-altercation with Vince. Caleb had gotten the hint and he'd wasted little time escorting his bubbly freshman prize up to a secluded part of the stacks where she could fully demonstrate the extent of her thanks.
Rachel's closed eyes twitched behind their lids as another tremor snuck down between her legs. While blowing Caleb in the library that afternoon had been wild and exciting, it hadn't been the extent of their encounters. She smiled to herself as she recalled the way they had parted that day, Caleb playfully hinting at the potential for a future get-together back at his hot tub and Rachel teasingly implying that she might not be opposed to such an idea.
The memories cradled her with warmth and Rachel soon fell peacefully asleep. But her crossover into the realm of the subconscious did not end the movie playing in her head. Her brain, already primed by the exciting foreplay of her pre-slumber thoughts, took the baton seamlessly and accelerated down the track.
Her dreams were deliciously vivid and captivating and soon Rachel was pleasurably lost in their depth. She could see herself at Caleb's house that night, pleasantly drunk after an alcohol-fueled Friday evening. She'd been leaving a party when she'd received his text message, a not-unsubtle suggestion that she come over for a purpose similar to their prior rendezvous. Rachel had become temporarily separated from her friends and her intoxicated state had left unsure of where she even was or how to get home. Caleb had given her his address and told her to get in the next cab she saw. He'd assured her that paying for the ride would be his pleasure.
Not long after, she was stepping out of a car onto the curb in front of his place. Her head swimming and her coordination a bit impaired, she'd smiled up at the house that had served as the scene of her first non-Josh college hookup. Caleb had texted her that he was out back and for her to just let herself in. Moving carefully, she'd followed his instruction.
She'd eventually found her way out onto the familiar back deck where Caleb had greeted her from the hot tub with a friendly shout. He and another guy (one of his roommates) were drinking beers and they both beckoned Rachel to join.
It hadn't taken much convincing and soon Rachel had stripped down to her underwear and slid her way gingerly into the warm, bubbly water. She'd accepted a drink of her own (which she certainly had not needed) and exchanged jokes and flirty conversation with the two senior boys. Most comments revolved around her body and state of undress and Rachel had absorbed it all with glowing pride. She was drunk and giggly but coherent enough to comprehend the tone and mood. And she was entirely turned on.
At some point Caleb's roommate had made a comment about her getting topless since he'd heard "that's what she does in their hot tub." Rachel had giggled and chewed her lip, playing coy about the party incident and innocently stringing the query along. She'd asked why it was necessary to do it again if everyone had already seen the first time, to which the boy had claimed he had not been present and had tragically missed the widely-discussed spectacle.
Giggling again at the playful hurt in his eyes, Rachel had eventually capitulated and given him what he'd wanted. Submerging herself up to her chin, she'd slipped off her bra and let it dangle teasingly from her fingers. After making him squirm for a few delightful moments, she finally arose from her bubbly covers and revealed her large, perfect breasts, letting them rest in full view just above the surface.
