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.
Jon reached out his hand, took the cup and casually, tossed it in the trash can behind her. “Hey, common, the play is about to start again, let’s go sit down.” With that, he softly took her hand and led her into the darkened theater. Because they were some of the last to return, they took seats near the door, in an isle where there was no one sitting.
As Jon led them to their new seats, he continued to hold her hand. As they sat down, his hand still held hers. Angie was flustered, but too insecure to pull away. His skin felt warm, soft, and strangely dry, she knew her hand was cold and clammy and damp with her nervousness. As the play continued, she tried desperately to keep her attention focused on the actors. However, Jon’s hand, his occasional glances, and whispered statements left her dazed. After what seemed an excessively long time, the play came to an end. His hand left hers to quietly applaud the efforts, such as they were, of the college troupe. As the house lights came on, the both stood, as she turned for the isle, she found him turning towards her. Looking down at her, his smile easy and inviting.
“Do you have plans for the rest of the evening, Angie?” he asked with his casual grace.
“Well, I thought I might go back and read a chapter in my history book and get some sleep.” Angie answered, the blush rising along her neck as she watched his eyes travel up and down her body again.
“God, that sounds awful. I’ll tell you what, I have a friend who is an art major, she had a gallery opening tonight, and there is always a small reception after. Let’s stop by there for a bit.” Taking her hand, he turned and softly drew her out of the isle and out of the theater.
As they left the theater, the cool night wind hit them. A storm was coming in, and the temperature had dropped during the performance. As Angie turned slightly, her shawl was caught by the wind and slipped off her shoulder. As Jon reached to help her, she was very conscious of his eyes locking on her gray sweater. Her hardened nipples were plainly visible, stretching the fabric of both bra and sweater. Draping the shawl back around her, Jon said, “You must be cold, here, walk beside me, its only a little ways.” His arm wrapped around her slim shoulders protectively and she immediately felt the warmth of his body press against her side. She also noticed a warmth building inside her. Angie turned and looked up at him. “Thank you Jon.”
As promised, the distance to the gallery was not great. Angie was almost sorry to see that they were there. Much to her surprise, she was enjoying walking with this tall, polite young man. The fact that they had been sharing the most intimate contact she had experienced with a boy since middle school made it even more amazing to her.
As they entered the crowded gallery, she found herself pressed even closer to Jon. Together, they moved along the edge of the room, he guiding she following, until they found his friend. The featured artist, a sculptor, was laughing at the center of a group of older men, mid-30s and older. As Jon and Angie approached, the young woman, Allison, broke free from her ring of admirers and gave Jon a big hug and kiss on the cheek. Angie frowned slightly as the lovely redhead draped herself around the boy.
