The kiss ended, and Tammy knew she had just cheated on her boyfriend. It was soft and good, since Mark was an excellent kisser. She opened her eyes, and looked around the room. It was all dark, save for a lone light above the sink, and the hotel television blathering out its random noise. Her roommates were asleep already, which was no wonder as it was already one in the morning. Mark opened his eyes and looked her all over.
"Look... I'm sorry Tammy. I... I just..."
"Shh. It's ok Mark. I'm not mad. It's just... you know I can't do this... with Bill around."
"Bill... do you want to know exactly what Bill is?"
"Sure," she whispered, leaning back on her pillow, "What?"
Mark stood up from the still-made bed. He looked somewhat funny to Tammi, as he was still wearing his dress shirt and pants from the day's seminar, and was very wrinkled.
"He's enjoying this. He likes calling you up every night and chewing you out over these stupid things... you're there for him every day of the week, and you go away for one weekend and he can't handle it. It's his self-esteem. He has no self-esteem at all, and he's taking it all out on you, and you deserve better than that."
"He thinks I'm cheating on him. He's paranoid."
"Yes, exactly! He's paranoid..."
"And I guess that's ok since I am kissing other boys, hmm?"
Mark stopped. Tammi smiled inside, knowing that she had him. He did look very cute with his rumpled brown hair and just a little stubble. But that was enough. Enough fun.
"Look," she said, sitting up, "You really cool, and I like you. You're smart. But I can't cheat on him... that'll just validate everything he says."
"But he has no right to say it anyway! He's been saying it on every trip you go on, and you've never done anything. He deserves to become a self-fulfilling prophecy."
"Look Mark... I need rest. Please?"
She stood up and smiled at him. He smiled back and embraced her. He hugged her very tightly, which she loved, and she squeezed back. He brushed her cheek with his hand and kissed her softly on the tip of her nose.
"Go on," she whispered, "Go."
Mark turned, and walked through the portal to the guys'' room, which was connected to the girls'. He shut the door softly. Tammi shut the door connected to her room, and sat back down on her bed. Her roommates and fellow Politics Society members were snoring softly, only blurry lumps in the other bed. She bowed her head and stared down. She was rather wrinkled herself, still in her tan dress. She rubbed her bare feet through the cheap carpet. Mark was really nice and very kind. He was also totally right about Bill. She stood up and began to slowly remove her dress, buttoning down the back. Bill was very nice when she was at home, very loving. She wondered if they fucked too much, if that's why he couldn't stand it when she left. It's his damn pride, he can't even jerk off without feeling bad. Her dress fell to the ground, and she walked into the bathroom.
Her eyes were baggy in the mirror. She thought it made her whole face seem older. Tammi actually has a very refined face, her eyes sparkling with intelligence. Her hair was a long mass of brown curls, down to the middle of her back. Her lips were big, which was what really attracted Mark to her smile. She took in her whole body, which was enormously well rounded. She weighed about one-forty, and every pound was put to the best use. Her large breasts were scooped tightly into a cream-colored bra, and her butt was softly nestled in matching lacy panties. She scratched her tummy, which was just a tiny bit big, and removed her contacts. She thought about how much Mark would love to see her like this. But no, she couldn't. Not at all.
She turned on the shower, set it to hot, and pulled off her bra. Her double C cups bounced free, and she was surprised to notice that her nipples were still hard. She had liked it. No doubting that. But no. She was just horny, she thought. After all, she had sex with Bill almost every day. She did not drink or smoke, but sex was her vice. She liked it so much. She noted that her sexual prime was still a good decade away, and wondered what she'd be like then. She'd be married, of course. Married to Bill. She'd wake up on her thirtieth birthday, to the soft, lush feeling of Bill's kiss. He'd whisper "I love you," and they'd kiss again, this time until she wanted to dose off. And she'd drowsily drift away to a nap in his arms. When she woke, he'd kiss her again, and they'd continue the game until noon, when she'd be so horny she'd be almost bursting. Bill would carry her down to their parlor (they would definitely have a parlor) and lay her down in a big easy chair. He'd tease her and pleasure her until she'd be almost sobbing in need and then...
The steam snapped Tammi out of her revelry. She'd better get moving, as she had to get up early. She pulled down her panties, and noticed that they had grown very moist. She quickly inserted a finger into her vagina, and a minor explosion of pleasure shot through her legs. She was very wet. She removed her panties and hopped into the shower. As she washed, she wondered about Bill. Did she really want him so badly? Was it really a dream of her future with him she had enjoyed? Or was it just sex? She lathered herself in body lotion, her hands gingerly exploring her pussy. Maybe she'd just masturbate here? She soon readied enough of her fantasies to last an hour or more. She'd enjoy herself until she was drooling and gasping for air, with hot water washing everything away... but no. She had to get to bed. She scrubbed away the last of the soap, and turned off the water. She stepped out and grabbed a towel. It was sex, she decided. Nothing but another sex fantasy. She had a hundred of them, a thousand. A loving husband meant nothing more to her than another way to be turned on. She thought it was sad, in a way. Always fantasizing. It could not be healthy.
She stepped out of the bathroom. The air in the main room was very cool, and goose bumps formed all over her body. "Why do I fantasize all the time?" she asked herself. "Why did I kiss Mark? Was it giving me fuel for another dream, another ten sex encounters in my head? Why do I dream so much?"
She decided that comfort was the key tonight. She slid on a new sky-blue thong and pulled it up very tightly, snuggling her still sensitive pussy in a bed of velvety softness. She put on her satin purple nightie, her boobs and tummy surrounded by such comfort; she could almost sleep standing up. The satin was a little chilly on her moist flesh, though, but that only made it better. The television was still blaring, and she turned it off. The only remaining light was over the sink, and that was snuffed as well. All quiet save for her roommates snoring and...
Was the television on in the boy's room? There was a slow, soft chatter. She absent-mindedly went to the door and listened. No, it was not electronic; it was one of the guys. Just talking in bed. She was about to turn away, when she heard her name. Tammy. Very clearly. She pressed her ear to the door, but it did not help. Were they talking about her? Well, she talked about them to the girls, so it was not any of her business, she thought. But what? What were they saying? It sounded like only one guy anyway. She decided to risk opening the boy's door (which Mark had not fully shut) just a crack and pressed her ear to the opening. Her eyes widened and her breath slipped as she heard what was said more clearly.
"Oh Tammy... Tammy. Oh God, fuck me harder... fuck me Tammi, shit... oh shit fuck me... oh God work your ass, oh fuck yes..."
