Thank you to the readers who left feedback on the first chapter of Chrissy and Tara's story. I was encouraged to continue and present you with the second chapter. Yes, it is rather long, but I think you'll find that the effort is worth it in the end! I encourage you to leave feedback and votes so that I may know whether or not to continue the story. Thank you!
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The birds were chirping outside, but there was no other noise to be heard inside the dorm. Most students had vacated the campus for the long Fall break weekend. It was the quietest that it would be until semester break in December. It was ideal for those who stayed, those who were studious and wanted to stay ahead of their studies.
Inside the room, it was already beginning to become light. There was a single window, and though it was covered by curtains, some sun had begun to shine through. The room was relatively tidy, no laundry on the floor and a few reference books had been placed neatly on the small bookcase. The place was perfect for a single student, the serious kind that had success on the mind.
As the sun rose further, the beaming red digits continued to change, and as they flipped to 7:00, music suddenly started blaring from the old clock.
"Shit," Chrissy mumbled as she reached out her hand to try to silence the vintage clock that her sister had given to her. She cursed the damn thing every morning, mainly because the volume button was stuck, and the sound would suddenly and rudely awaken her from whatever pleasant heaven her dreams had taken her.
Despite the erotic shower that she had the night before, Chrissy's dreams amounted to nothing. As she pulled the warm bed covers back and slung her legs across the bed, she only felt the weight of the second half of the semester bearing down on her. She quickly changed into a pair of black nylon shorts and a blue polyester shirt. It was time to hit the elliptical machine.
Autumn had fully descended on campus, and there was a chill in the air. The fitness center was in an adjacent building to the dorm, so Chrissy didn't feel the need to wear a jacket. She started down the hall and noted again how eerily quiet the building felt. As she walked past Tara's room, she blushed just a bit thinking about the experience in the shower the evening before. No time to think about that now, she thought to herself. It was a pleasant thought that her mind would not let escape permanently, however.
Chrissy walked outside and arrived at the fitness center only a few moments later. As she opened the door, the thoughts quickly resurfaced in her mind.
"Hey chicky!" It was Tara.
"Hey yourself," Chrissy rambled in reply. She felt flush. She knew her cheeks must have been turning red as she recalled the events of the previous evening.
"You look a bit red in the cheeks. It's frigidly cold out there, isn't it", Tara asked her friend.
Chrissy found an easy opening to escape her somewhat slight embarrassment.
"Absolutely." Chrissy wondered if her reply seemed confident enough. It would have to do for now.
Tara couldn't help but start to laugh. "Yeah, your girls are definitely telling that much!" She continued to laugh, nearly falling off the treadmill.
Chrissy was getting frustrated until she looked down and realized that the chill air had swollen her nipples. And she had forgotten to put on her sports bra! She felt her face get very warm, and she knew she had to be turning red.
"I'm only teasing you girl! It happens to the best of us. I can't begin to tell you the number of times I've walked in here with my pants turned inside out." Tara could see that her laughing was embarrassing her friend and quickly changed the subject. "Are you still coming over tonight?"
Chrissy could tell Tara was genuinely joking with her and just laughed. What else could she do? "Sure, does 6 still work for you? I could pop over then."
"Sure. I'll probably just be working on a lab report. Boring huh? I'm sure we can find something more exciting to do," Tara said with what appeared to be a devilish grin.
Chrissy was only partially listening to Tara and didn't notice the smirk. She wasn't sure why, but she caught herself admiring her friend. Tara was running in a hot pink sports bra, the color a total contrast to her dark complexion. Her breasts looked too large for it, and Chrissy thought it couldn't have been comfortable. Her eyes slowly moved down, and she particularly noticed the black yoga pants which fit snugly around her friend's thick butt. Tara was running gracefully, her legs moving back and forth and her hips swaying a bit. She was confident in how she moved, and Chrissy found that to be beautiful.
Tara was sipping some water from her bottle and glanced over to see her friend looking at her. "Have to work this butt off," she exclaimed as she slapped her hand off of her ample rear.
Chrissy was startled. She didn't know how long Tara had noticed her looking, so she climbed onto the elliptical and brushed it off. "Gotta work on mine too!"
They both just smiled and laughed. For Chrissy especially, a little humor helped defuse her serious nature and brought to her the realization that she needed to socialize more.
Twenty minutes had passed. Tara and Chrissy chatted back and forth a bit, mainly about school. Chrissy was just getting into the rhythm of her elliptical workout when Tara stopped the treadmill that she was running on.
"Ugh. Look at the time. Did I tell you the restaurant called me back to tell me I was needed today?"
Chrissy looked at Tara and inquired, "No! Why? I thought you were bad and on suspension." She just smiled.
Tara noticed the smile. She and Chrissy had occasionally saw each other in the few months since they had met, but this was the first time that she truly noticed Chrissy's smile. It was infectious and completely disarmed her annoyance at the way she was treated by her employer. It was also the first time where she observed that her friend was not just a geek as she proclaimed herself to be. She was funny, smart, and attractive.
"I was! But apparently two waitresses got sick. Yeah, right. Let's just hope it wasn't from the food!"
"Remind me never to visit you at work," Chrissy said laughing.
Tara playfully gave her a stern look and walked off the treadmill. "I have to run. I need to grab a shower. Hopefully, it's not as noisy this time!" She winked at Chrissy.
Chrissy noticed but this time did not blush. She knew that she had been found out. Her steamy session with herself in the shower the night before had been overheard by her friend. And it confirmed that it was Tara - her friend to whom she now felt strangely attracted - who was having some fun herself.
"Get out of here girl," Chrissy playfully exclaimed as she tossed a towel at Tara. "I'll see you around 6 or so."
"Be there or be square," came Tara's reply.
Chrissy laughed. "God, you really are a dork!"
"You know it! Later chicky!"
As Tara walked away, Chrissy couldn't help but look at her again. She had a deep, weird feeling in her stomach. It was something she had never felt before. She quickly turned her head so as to avoid being caught by Tara. She needed the downtime of her workout, but oddly for her, she was thinking more about seeing her friend tonight than the homework that she had left to do.
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The impromptu meeting with Tara and the elliptical workout in the morning had set Chrissy on a wonderful course for the remainder of the day. She tackled her difficult physics problem sets and caught up on some chemistry reading. She felt satisfied with her progress, but the day passed quickly. By 5 o'clock, she realized that she should finish up and get ready to meet her friend.
Chrissy stacked away her books on the nearby bookshelf, then went over to her closet to choose something to wear. Nothing looked too appealing, she thought. Hangers with a few blouses, hand-me-downs from her sister, and some dress pants. Nothing very sexy, she realized. Typically, she didn't have a problem of choosing what to wear. Her go-to gear was jeans and a plain shirt.
It was after a half hour had passed that she suddenly realized that she was primping herself to meet a friend - a girl - whom she found attractive. "What am I doing," she asked herself out loud. Her serious, studious attitude had dissipated for the night though. She had never really been popular with boys, had only one close friend in Julie, and here she was looking forward to spending some time with someone whose beauty she had newly discovered earlier in the day. She wanted to look good but wasn't quite sure why. Presentation was always important to her but more so tonight.
She went over to the small dresser opposite of her bed and picked out a burgundy v-neck sweater, the lowest cut she had. She paired it with her dark blue jeans and slid on a pair of black boots that set off the entire outfit. She didn't know what her friend had in mind for the evening so she was prepared for a night out on the town.
As she finished putting on her outfit, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and was mostly satisfied with her choice. It will have to do, she thought to herself. She straightened her hair earlier, and though she rarely applied makeup, she did put on some very light pink blush to her pale cheeks. She also ran some pinkish coral lipstick across her lips; Julie had once recommended it to Chrissy as it was a nice compliment to her red hair.
The clock was brightly showing 5:55 on its display. Chrissy grabbed her small purse, slung it over her shoulder, and closed her door. For once, she wasn't thinking about homework or being stressed out. She was ready to unwind, and while she didn't yet know if they were going out or staying in, spending some time with someone who was genuine and nice to her was what she was looking forward to the most tonight.
As she reached Tara's room, Chrissy felt a bit of nervousness, her appetite for dinner nearly dissipating. She left her sense of wonderment at the feeling behind her and quickly rapped on the door. She could hear her friend shuffling toward it, and when it finally creaked open, Chrissy's eyes must have nearly glazed over from the shock.
"Hey chicky! Glad you could make it," Tara beamed as she wrapped her arms around Chrissy and gave her a big hug.
Chrissy could not get over the sight of her friend. She was dressed in a tight black dress, somewhat low-cut but rather revealing since her friend was busty. The dress made almost perfect turns around her curves. In an instant, Chrissy felt completely underdressed for the occasion.
