I slip the shoes off of my feet, and carry them in my left hand. It is past midnight, and the hallways are dark and quiet in my dormitory, so I creep as quietly as possible. I climb the three flights of stairs to my floor. I reach for the stairwell door, and it swings open towards me.
"Well, well, well. Where have you been? Still out with Will? Or with one of your other boyfriends?" Smirks Carrie, my across the hall neighbor.
"Not that it's any of your business... But, yes, I've been on the most AAAAAmaaaazing date with Will," I reply.
She sniffs, "He's a good boy. He'll realize how sinful you are, and drop you like a hot potato." She starts down the stairs, but turns around to say, "I'll pray for you. You really need Jesus."
In disbelief, I stand on the landing squinting my eyes in her direction for a moment. What is her problem? I'm really not that bad of a person. I try my best to be the kind of girl that I was raised to be. I know that I miss the mark sometimes, but I try so hard.
I slowly make my way down the hall to my room, and open the door quietly. Dee Dee is still studying at her desk. She turns around and raises her eyebrows at me.
"Well? How did it go?" She asks.
"It was interesting. Definitely not what I expected."
Dee Dee quizzes, "What does that mean? Is he a dullard, as I suspected?"
"No! He is nice, and seems very intelligent. I would even say that he has a lot of potential. I've already agreed to see him again," I reply.
"Wow! He must be something special. That is not like you at all."
"I was pleasantly surprised," I say with a grin.
I head to the bathroom to take off my makeup and get ready for bed. I cannot stop smiling as I splash water on my face. Even the buzz of the electric toothbrush cannot distract me from my happiness. I slip out of my dress, and run my hands down my body, unhooking my bra and letting it fall to the floor. I take a heavy breast in each hand and gently squeeze my nipples. Quickly, they harden, and I allow a little moan to escape my throat. I remember Will's fantastic mouth and kisses, and feel my excitement beginning to rise. With one hand remaining on my breast, I slide my hand down to the soft mound of hair between my thighs. It is slippery with my juices. I know that I can't stay in here forever, but I'm hopeful that my roommate will go to sleep soon, and I can spend some time enjoying myself. I slip into my pajamas, a cute, rose print, off the shoulder top and matching shorts, which barely cover my backside.
I head back into my room, tossing my dress and shoes in my closet. I turn down my bed, and turn on the lamp.
"Deeds, are you still using the overhead light?"
"Nope. I'm about to call it a night. My eyelids are so heavy," she replies.
I click on my bedside lamp and flip the switch for the overhead light.
"Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
I take out my notes and try to study, but my thoughts keep returning to Will, those amazing, erotic kisses, and the electrifying connection that I felt. I press my thighs together, creating worlds of friction and arousal there. I can feel the warmth growing in my loins, threatening to set me ablaze. I hear slow, rhythmic breathing from my roommate. Clicking off my lamp, I settle in to enjoy the product of my arousal. I run my hands over my stony nipples, and breathe deeply as I feel my body relaxing into the familiar touch. My hand runs down my belly to the small triangle of fabric under my shorts. I can feel my inner warmth seeping through the thin fabric. I stroke my labia gently and slowly, savoring the slow burn of pleasure. My panties are dampening, and I slip my finger under the fabric into the silky wetness found there. I'm suddenly drawn from my personal pleasure,
"Anna Joy, can I ask you a really personal question?"
It's all I can do not to groan in disappointment at the intrusion.
"Sure, Deeds, you can ask me anything. You know that I will only answer if I'm comfortable."
"Okay. I'm really hesitant to ask this..." she hesitates. I can feel her discomfort from across the room. "Have you ever had an orgasm? I mean REALLY had one."
"Wow! What an awkward question!" I laugh. "Of course I have had an orgasm. I've had thousands. Have you never had one?"
"I haven't. That's why I have the appointment tomorrow."
"What?" I ask with incredulity, "are you going to see if the doctor will get you off? I don't understand," and flick my lamp back on.
