Angie awoke with the bed sheets tangled between her legs. The morning sun and cold air washed over her nude form. She yawned lazily…and memories of the previous evening slowly filled her mind. Nipples achingly hard, she could feel the warmth flowing from her belly down to her mound. Moaning as her fingers explored the sensitive softness, she knew she needed more. Her mind flashed through the remembered images of D’vante’s beautiful cock. Rising from her bed, Angie walked to Tina’s dresser. Pulling open the drawer where Tina kept her large bras and tiny panties, Angie’s fingers wrapped around the small firm plastic cylinder of Tina’s vib.
Returning to her bed, she turned the device on low, and began to caress her tummy and inner thighs with its inviting buzz. Moments later, she was exploring her outer folds, remembering how Cindy’s voice cried out for ‘D’s big cock. Pushing the tip of the vibrator into her opening, working it deeper, turning up the intensity, she imagined it was D’vante between her legs. As her tension and desire grew, she built to a powerful orgasm. But rather than stop as she had the night before, she continued to fuck herself with the small pink toy. A second, and then a third orgasm quickly followed. Turning off the vibrations, Angie slipped back to sleep with the vib between her open, tender pussy lips.
Almost two hours later, Angie woke up for the second time. Laughing softly, she pulled on her long forgotten gown and walked to the bathroom. Cindy was exiting the shower again, alone this time, and the two girls exchanged morning pleasantries. It took all of Angie's control not to ask about Cindy’s evening. After a warm shower she returned to her room to continue her weekend studies.
Because Angie had done well on her first round of exams, she had decided to give herself a break on Saturday night and attend a campus production of Shakespeare. The campus thespians were putting on a modernized version of Mac Beth, and Angie was interested in their interpretation.
As evening fell, she dressed in a long, yet simple black skirt and oversized gray sweater. Taking a black shawl as a warp, she headed to the theater. Arriving just as the house lights were going down, she found a seat near the exit and relaxed to enjoy the first act.
Somewhat confused by the dichotomy between the Elizabethan dialog and the modern costumes and sets, she found herself swept along by the Bard’s beautiful phrasing. At the end of the first act, she stood and left the theater with most of the audience. At the small concession stand, she got a diet coke and strolled around the room looking at a few of the paintings. As usual, not looking where she was going, she bumped into someone. Turning quickly she offered a jumbled apology.
“Oh, that’s quite alright, actually I was coming to talk to you.” said the tall boy she had bumped into. It was Jon, the RA she had met and then later spoken to at the party she and Tina went to.
Blushing slightly, Angie said. “Oh, ok, hi…”
“Hi to you too.” Jon laughed softly. “Are you enjoying the play?”
“Yes, very much, I have never seen it performed.” Angie admitted.
“Well, I’m not sure tonight’s efforts fully count, but it is fun none-the-less.” again he laughed slightly.
Angie didn’t notice as Jon’s eyes moved down her body and then back up to her blue eyes. “Are you here with someone?” he asked.
Her cheeks blushed as she looked down. “Ah… no… No, I am alone.” Looking back up to him, she asked, “And where is your girlfriend?”
With a warm laugh, he admitted, “She is dating someone else. Such is life!” As Angie struggled with what to say next, the house lights blinked twice. Looking around nervously, she wasn’t sure what to do with her unfinished drink.
