The lustful fire had gone out of Eve's eyes, and she felt her body returning to a more normal rhythm. But she realized, with considerable anxiety, that the same frustration, and even anger, with Jason's submissive sexual behavior had not gone away. As she looked down on him, still sitting on his softened dick, she was only able to perceive that these feelings were intensifying. She felt a nauseating wave of guilt, and she looked away from Jason as she pivoted her hips, quickly sliding off his dick as she stood up.
"I need to go wash my face," she said mechanically, pulling her jeans up tightly over her thighs and hips. Her voice was shaking a little as it hung on the air. She quickly threw on her shirt. She hadn't even bothered herself with her panties or bra. "Where's your sink? You got a sink in here?"
"Uhh...n-no," said Jason, still lying on the bed as he stared after her. "Th-there's...there's a community bathroom down the hall...to the, uh...to the left."
"Down the hall?" asked Eve. Jason lived in the more generic dorms, but since Eve was in the Honor's Program, she got to live in the nicer dorms, which had private bathrooms attached to the rooms.
"Y-yeah, but...but -- " stuttered Jason. He was still reeling from what he had just seen.
"But what Jason?" asked Eve as measuredly as she could. But there was no hiding the irritation in her voice.
"But it's...it's an all-guy's bathroom," he said in a small voice.
"Oh...haha! Oh," exclaimed Eve, laughing strangely. "I don't care about that. Just need to freshen up...if there's some dude in there he can deal with me."
She turned and walked out of Jason's dorm. As soon as she got out into the hallway, she took a deep breath, smelling in the deodorant-tinged painted cinderblock scent, which mixed with the stale carpet underneath her bare feet. She was glad to get out of there, glad to be anywhere other than on top of Jason as he stared up at her with that shocked, awe-filled expression. Her feet tested the beaten-down carpet as she made her way down the hall. It wasn't pleasant, thinking about how much she had let herself go just then. Eve felt like she had given something away, betrayed some terrible secret that had now escaped its confines forever. What the secret was...well, Eve wasn't sure. Maybe it was as simple as: she wanted Jason to be more dominant with her.
'Yeah, that's it...that's probably it,' she thought to herself as she reached the bathroom. She took a step inside and felt the slight slime of the floor slavering her feet. Eve made a face, feeling a bit disgusted. The overpowering scent of "Axe" bodyspray filled the bathroom, mixed with disagreeables tinges of shit and stale urine.
'Fucking gross,' she thought to herself, shaking her head. 'Guy's bathrooms...oh well, fuck it.'
She walked over to the sink and looked at herself in the mirror. Her chestnut-brown hair looked wild and unkempt, to the point where Eve actually laughed out loud a little to herself. She almost looked like a cliche of a college girl after having wild sex in her boyfriend's dorm.
'Except I did all this to myself,' she thought. 'I made myself look like this, not him.'
Her heart sank a little, both from the guilt of the thought, and from her genuine sadness at having to take the dominating role during sex against her will. It certainly didn't make her feel attractive...and yet...and yet she had to admit, the way she had been riding Jason's dick was pretty hot. Eve hadn't known that she had that kind of energy before. But she hated being the only one who brought anything to the table.
She bent down and turned the cold water on, gathering a small pool of it in her cupped hands before splashing it on her face. The chill water felt good on her hot skin; she almost felt like there was steam coming up from her face. She looked up at her reflection, with the water dripping off her face. Her brown eyes were bloodshot; she widened them, stretching out her eyelids. Despite her slightly crazed appearance, she thought she looked good -- she was hot...she felt hot. None of her current negative emotions took that away. Bending down again, she splashed more water in her face...she felt like she was returning to normal.
"Uhh, does "Men's Restroom" ring a bell?" came an obnoxious voice from the doorway. With her face dripping as she bent over the sink, Eve turned and saw that a short, skinny young man was standing in the doorway in his underwear, holding a shower caddy. Clearly, he had been about to go take a shower when his plans were thwarted by Eve's presence.
