Lea sat watching the street through the window of the coffee shop. She needed to stop buying coffee there she knew, the price was ridiculous and she didn't have the money for it. She sat sipping, calculating.
Maybe 15 dollars a week spent on black coffee...it irked her, not that corporations could get away with this robbery, but that she was letting them, she who until a month ago was among those who would laugh at the idiots who through away their money, or if caught in a mood, lament the good that that money could have done for someone who actually needed it.
It wasn't coffee she was buying though, it was an illusion she allowed herself to get lost in most mornings. She watched the streets and the people on the sidewalk and felt that she really lived in a city, it felt more important, more...her.
Lea did, of course, live in a city, a college town, she wasn't just imagining that, but it wasn't what she had dreamed of. The city she wanted was one free of residence halls and peppy mentors and people too young for their age.
Lea had gone to college in hopes of breaking away from high school, not simply meeting new people, but better people, older people. Instead she was crammed into a hall with all the same superficiality she had been so glad to leave.
It was depressing, but she was not depressed. Her residence hall wasn't her favorite place, but that was ok. She was starting to get enough confidence, combined with the growing disgust of her peers, to stop caring and start being self contained without embarrassment that she was alone. Lea loved her mornings and the freedom that the city allowed for her to walk everywhere. She liked her classes, they made her feel like she was accomplishing something, even when it was a class from which she would take nothing to apply later in life.
But they where lectures and mostly freshman lectures at that. Lea wanted older people...she didn't even care about a friend she wanted a man.
As she looked across the mostly empty café to the man sitting reading a newspaper. She felt dampness between her legs, but assumed it had already been there before, as it usually was. She was horny. A lot.
The sight of anything masculine got her going. The thought of anything masculine got her going. And yet she was a virgin. Not technically, her hymen was gone from masturbating with various objects. But she had never had sex.
The thought bothered her, but not enough to let her go out and find a guy to fuck. She wanted someone real, someone who could understand her and appreciate her. Until she found him, she didn't think she could be comfortable enough with anyone to have sex with them. Casual flings where appealing, but they were too dangerous.
People got to involved, emotion was such a large part of sex, there was no getting around that for Lea, although she desperately wished there was.
The man got up and left, of course, what else had she expected. Lea got up and threw out her coffee cup, resolving yet again, that she would start walking around town in the mornings, instead of walking into cafés. The effect could still be basically the same.
Lea went up the stairs to her room. Her class had been interesting, keeping her thoughts away from sex, but now they flooded back. Pictures of naked men, penises, raw, hard, sex. She passed some giggling girls and sighed. When had she become this cynical? They were just having fun...nothing wrong with that, but she still felt irritated with them.
Lea's door was locked, meaning that her roommate was not home, which was one of the most wonderful things that Lea could imagine at that point. She crawled up into her loft and undid her jeans. She couldn't take them off, for fear that someone would enter, or knock and she would not have enough time to put them back on.
Her underwear was wet and her curls were sticky after having been wet so many times in one day. She pressed a finger into her hole to gather moisture and spread it around her clit. She preferred to have something inside of her, such as the handle of a hairbrush, but she hadn't dared since she moved into her hall. Too much was at stake when you had to live with the same people for months at a time.
She circled around her clit faster, dipping into her well for more moisture frequently. It felt so good, but she wanted more, wanted to feel the pressure, the weight on top of her, she wanted it desperately, she wanted to feel his pleasure, her it, see it. The thought pushed her over the edge and she rubbed vigorously, moaning quietly, and bucking into the air.
Psychology 240. This class should have been interesting, should have been easy to stay focused in. Yet the professor, Menali was more easy to stay focused on. He was 30 something, and not exceptional looking.
But he was attractive, at least to Lea, that was something she had learned, attraction just happens, and real attraction is only dictated by society in the very weak, and even in those cases, she didn't think that the attraction was real, but it was all the person would ever have.
After class Lea found herself starting towards Professor Menali's office. She had been handed a paper that said "see me." It didn't scare her. It wasn't a bad paper and she knew it. But for some reason she still felt nervous.
"Ms. Brown, come in." His door was open and he could see the shock on her face as she walked in. It was a lecture class he had hundreds of students at one time, how could he know her name?
"I kept a note of your name because I knew that you would be coming to see me, seeing as how I asked you too." He smiled and she returned it feeling slightly silly at assuming he was extremely perceptive for no other reason than that he taught psychology.
