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I needed her touch more than anything. I stormed out of my organic chemistry class and went and sat in my car. It was hard to calm down after spending over an hour with my idiotic lab partner. She was a horrible person, always talking about the boys she liked, gossiping, or just sitting there filing her nails. She was such a burden. I pulled out my phone and texted my girlfriend. Just seeing her name on the screen of my phone helped calm me down. Lily had a way of making everything in my life okay. After I ranted for a bit with text she invited me over to spend the night. I went back to my dorm and packed an overnight bag. At first I was excited and I started frantically throwing stuff in my bag. Then I became nervous. The more nervous I got, the slower I moved. Finally I decided to take a shower to further calm down.
In the shower I felt my muscles relax as I ran my hands over my body. I slowly washed myself, teasing myself here and there. After letting my hand wander to my nether region for the umpteenth time, I did not bother restraining myself. I shoved my fingers in as far as they would go and brought myself to a mind shattering orgasm as I thought of how Lily touched me. I loved the way she would kiss my neck, know exactly where I needed her touch and whisper sweet nothings into my ear. When I got out of the shower I was completely tranquil and more than ready to see my girlfriend. I needed her more than ever now. My fingers never seem to satisfy me anymore.
I drove the 20 minutes to her place on the other side of town. She knew I was coming and was by my side taking my bag out of my hand before I even had a chance to close the car door. I stuck my tongue out at her. She had heard my "independent woman" speech so many times that she purposely went out of her way to help me out. She just chuckled at me. I raced in front of her.
"Well you can at least let me open the door," I said as I reached the door first. She laughed at the defeated look on my face when I realized that the door was locked. She pressed me against the door and kissed me as she pulled her keys out of her jeans shorts pocket to open the door.
"Why would a princess open a door?" She asked, as she let us in. She went to her room to drop off my bag as I poked around the kitchen looking for something to snack on. I was bent over, trying to decide if I wanted berries when SMACK, I felt her hand, hot against my ass.
"I take it you like what you see?" I decided on raspberries and stepped past her to go to the sink to wash them off.
"One could say I am just hungry." I studied her long frame head to toe, finding lust in her eyes. But I wasn't going to feed her just yet. We still had a long evening ahead of us.
"When aren't you hungry?" I inquired.
"When I am eating you." She replied under her breath. I propped myself up on the counter and continued to eat her raspberries as though she hadn't said anything. She stood between my legs and asked me if I had cooled down from being with my horrible lab partner. She listened intently and shared about her day as well. She worked part time as a barista and was also a student at the community college. She told me about some of her awesome professors and some recent crazy coffee orders. Even though we saw each other often, we always had so much to talk about; maybe something we forgot to say the previous time we were together.
After briefing each other, she decided to turn on some music and I started to make dinner. This was about the only things she would allow me to do. One, because I am a better cook; two, because I am a better cook and three, because I enjoy it so much. I cooked some spaghetti, the easiest meal ever. She always claims that when I make it, it becomes five-star cuisine.
After dinner, we brushed our teeth and changed into pajamas to watch our favorite lesbian movie. For me, pajamas meant just a long tee- shirt. For her it meant a sports bra and basketball shorts. After I put away the leftovers and she got the DVD in, I joined her on the couch. She stretched out her arms for me to sit in her lap and we cozied up under her blanket. One of her hands rested on my knee. I was always hyper aware of where she was touching me. When she started to slowly creep her hand up my thigh, it became harder and harder for me to concentrate on the movie. I grabbed her hand when she started to trace little circles on my inner thigh.