Leaving the Shell -- Part 2
Mary walked around the living room nervously. Thinking about the situation bothered her as her mind raced to imagine the worst possible outcome of the situation she was in. She quickly flashed another glance at her phone hoping to see a new notification. The phone was as silent as it has been for the past 20 minutes.
'Maybe Claire is dead...' her thoughts suggested. She quickly took the idea and crammed it deep into her subconscious. 'Did Claire murder Robin?' Another possible explanation came up and was just as quickly abandoned. "I should try and knock..." Mary whispered as a frightful shiver made the hairs on the back of her neck stand.
Just as she was about to move next to Claire's door her phone beeped, scaring the living daylight out of her. She jumped as a yelp escaped her lips. With shaking hands, she unlocked her phone and looked at the text.
"We're okay, the room is flooded, can we come out?" the text read.
"What do you mean flooded? I'm by your door..." Mary quickly answered.
A moment later Mary could hear footsteps coming up on the other side of the door. "The room is full of pheromones," came Claire's voice from the other side, "I don't want to set you off. We better let the air in here circulate. The problem is I'm hungry..."
"No, don't open the door," Mary almost scream at the realization of what was behind the piece of wood, "What do you want to eat? I'll go get it for you!"
"I'll text you the order, leave it on the window to my room..." Claire sounded uncomfortable.
It took Mary 30 minutes to order and before long the two were eating dinner on both sides of the door.
"Okay, first thing's first, are you okay? Everyone alive in there?" Mary asked.
"Yeah," Claire said as she munched on her burger, "Robin needs a bit more time to collect herself, but she's totally fine."
"I don't know how to break this to you, Claire," Mary tried to sound soft through the wood door, "You've been locked in your room for the past four days..."
Mary could hear Claire sigh on the other side of the doorframe. She expected her to sound shocked, but her senses told her it was delight, "I know, it was so nice..."
"You had me worried," Mary admitted.
"Sorry, I really needed that..." Claire sounded apologetic, "I didn't mean to stress you out, didn't I leave my panties on the doorknob?"
"You did, but then it went on for four days and at some point the noise stopped, I thought something was wrong."
"The only thing that was wrong was that Robin is so small..."
"Claire!" Mary called in protest once she realized what her roommate meant.
"I'm sorry... It's just difficult living with another hyper..." Claire sounded hesitant, as if every word that left her lips was carefully weighed beforehand.
"It's okay," Mary approved, "We've only lived together for three weeks. We still need to iron stuff out."
"We'll come out tomorrow," Claire changed the topic, "we should be good by then."
"I'll be in my room tomorrow morning, let me know the coast is clear," Mary concluded and returned to working on her papers.
The following morning Mary got up early and rushed the kitchen. She wanted to surprise her roommate with a fresh batch of pancakes. It was a tiny investment as she perfected the recipe over the years and could get it done in 20 minutes before returning to her studies. By the time she heard Claire's door opening she was already 30 minutes into her studies.
She heard a muffled exchange of pleasant words as Robin departed and her phone ringed with an all-clear from Claire. She got up and opened the door to the living room.
"Thank you so much! You are my savior," Claire greeted her with a mouth full of pancake.
"Sound like you needed that," Mary giggled as she took a batch for herself and sat down with Claire, "Better now?"
"So much better," Claire smiled, "I got everything sorted out and everything's fine. Even managed to talk to the Dean and clear Robin and me skipping the past couple of days."
"Great, we should be grateful for the Dean here being so sympathetic," Mary agreed, "I heard other collages hardly even care..."
Claire enjoyed the slow morning atmosphere that filled the room, it felt kinda perfect. But something disturbed the silence that filled the moment. It was the most subtle of things, Mary's silence lingered a fraction of a moment longer than it should. "What's wrong?" Claire took the initiative.
"I'm just curious..." Mary hesitated, "about what happened in your room over the past four days..."
"Out with it girl," Claire jokingly provoked, "You wanna know what Robin and me were up to, all the juicy details."
Mary blushed but shook her head yes. Part of her wanted to know what a four-day sex session with Claire was like, but at the same time she felt like asking so openly was nothing short of rude.
"You had sex before, right?" Claire looked for common ground.
"Yes, a couple of times..." Mary admitted.
"It was just like that over and over again." she simplified the matter.
"What about bathroom breaks?" the futa wondered before her cheeks blushed even redder.
"Of course, we had them every now and then," Claire explained, "We didn't eat though, we were both so into it that we completely missed out on eating, the topic didn't even come up."
Mary smiled at the thought as her mind pondered the feeling of being so involved with sex you lose interest in food. Silence invaded the room again as her thoughts drifted away.
Claire noticed the subtle behavior and spotted a shift in Mary's pants she attributed to the futa's cock as it got worked up. She tried to anticipate her roommate's reactions, "I'd gladly accept the shell if you changed your mind." she smiled at Claire. The words brought Mary back from yonder and she mumbled an incoherent thought.
"Thank you, but I think I'll hang onto that shell a little while longer. But there is another thing..." Mary's face looked serious all of a sudden, "I am going to lock myself in my room for around 6 days starting tomorrow."