Sometimes, when I'm in an elevator with someone I imagine what it would be like to have sex with them. I don't discriminate: boys, girls, white, black, indian, I don't care. I just really want to know what it would be like to have their naked bodies pressed up against mine.
Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I'm still a virgin. Are virgins more likely to be exponentially more horny than everyone else?
Take this for instance, I'm in the elevator in my dorm, just having gotten out of my lit class and standing right next to me is a beautiful blonde girl. Her hair looks so soft and feathery. Her skin is flawless and her lips are covered with a bright red stain. Her body is lean, not in a muscular way, but in the way of someone who has never had to work out to keep herself thin.
She's on her phone, texting someone so she doesn't notice me staring at her. I imagine what would happen if the elevator suddenly stopped. It's a favorite game of mine. I close my eyes and begin to picture it.
The elevator lurches, and we both have to take a step forward to stabilize ourselves. A quiet sense of panic begins to flow through me.
"What the fuck?" she says, looking frantically at me.
"Uhm, I don't know." I mutter, nervous, "press the Call button?" She does and someone from security calls, we tell them that the elevator is stuck and they tell us they'll be there as soon as possible, but that it will probably take an hour at least to get us out of there.
"Dammit." she curses.
"This would happen to me," I mutter as the guy hangs up. She laughs.
"Funny, I was thinking the same thing."
We begin to talk about class, her name's Whitney, I tell her my name's Lizzie. She's a Music major. she wants to be a singer.
"What about you?" she asks, we had long since taken to sitting on the floor.
"I think I want to be a teacher. I love working with kids." She smiles at me.
"If I don't make it as a singer, I'd like to be a music teacher, you know kids can be really adorable."
Whitney talks to me about what it's like to be a singer and how rigorous the training is, as she does this she begins to take off her sweater, her top is a see through lace shirt, and her bright red bra is very visible underneath it. The swells of her breasts are substantial, if I were to guess, I would say they were a 38C, like mine.
I mirror her action and remove my own sweater, showing off my plain, blue v-neck. Her eyes sparkle for a moment and she begins to remove her shoes and then her socks, I follow suit, not breaking eye contact.
I can feel a warmth in my stomach when suddenly, someone begins to talk out of the intercom.
"Hello, ladies, sorry about the wait, but it looks like we'll have to shut off the main generators, the main lights and the camera will shut off, but the elevator will stay in place, and there's some back-up lights, so you won't be alone in the dark. This should take another hour or so." The man didn't even wait for a reply before hanging up.
"An hour? Well what to do?" Whitney looks at me again.
