Thump, thump, thump goes the bed above us in the ancient rhythm of sex. I glance up at the ceiling with a look that is part annoyance, part envy and part wonder. (I wouldn't lose my virginity for another 4 years.)
"oh yes. Oh GOD, yes" filters down from above faintly. I look at Diana. She too, is staring up at the ceiling with the same mixtures of emotions on her face. Our eyes meet and we burst out laughing.
"Who lives above you, Diana?" I ask.
"Christie" she answers. I screw up my face trying to put an image to the name but I fail. "I don't think I know her."
"Fuck me. Fuck me..." the girl in question begs of her lover.
"How often do you have to put up with this?"
Diana shrugs." She's particularly enthusiastic tonight."
We both return to our studying for the Biophysics exam coming up in about a week. Diana turns on the radio as loudly as she dares. It's well after 1 in the morning and we don't want to disturb the people in the neighbouring rooms. The words Christie is saying are no longer intelligible but the pleasure and the thumping of the bed is still audible. I'm trying to pay attention to the use of radar in bats but my mind is being unruly and is more interested in showing me pictures of what is happening upstairs. My clit is HUGE and throbbing in time with the thumps of the bed. I'm considering going to the washroom to take care of it.
"How far have you gone with Steve?" Diana suddenly asks me. I laugh.
"I'm having a hard time concentrating, too." Diana flashes me a brilliant smile and not for the first time, I think of how lovely she is. She is a very tall athlete with dark blonde hair, blue eyes. She races the 400 m and has an incredible body, all long lean muscles. I sigh. Not for the first time, I wish I was built like her. "oh, hey, you raced today, didn't you? You're tired. I can go."
"I'm not tired. I slept from 3 until we went for supper at 8. I'll never get to sleep now." I'm slightly curious if she means that she napped too long or if her clit is as sensitive as mine. The thought makes me feel warm. "Hello? Are you going to answer the question?
"What?" I start from my reverie. "Oh. No where, really. I haven't even let him undo a button yet."
"Why?" she asks curiously. I shrug.
"What about you and Shawn?" I return. She opens her mouth to start to answer when a look of pain begins to cross her face.
"A charley horse!" she squeaks. I have already massaged about a 1000 of them from her thighs in the past few months. She clutches her hamstring. Without even thinking about it, I reach over and undo her jeans and slide them off her body. I run to her drawer where I know she keeps her A535 and rush back to the bed and rolls her over on her stomach. I spend the next 30 minutes or so slowing easing the large knot. Finally, she can straighten her leg again and I can feel that the ham is relaxing. I find that I haven't stopped caressing her thighs and I'm staring at her ass under her white cotton panties. I give my head a shake and guiltily remove my hands
"Feel better?"
"Totally. Thanks, Trace"
"My pleasure." I say automatically but then flush to realize that I did find it very pleasurable indeed. Diana gets up and puts the cream back. I can't help but watch her long lovely legs and her fantastic ass as she walks away from me. I remember that Diana's mother thinks that she needs to lose about 10 pounds.
"I can't believe your mother thinks you need to lose weight. You're perfect" I say with a trace of longing in my voice.
"My mother doesn't understand the body of an athlete. A woman should have a 20 inch waist. She could be as flabby and as weak as a newborn kitten as long as she has a tiny waist." Diana lifts her t-shirt to show me her flat, perfect stomach. "My waist is like 28". Way too big."
"Gee, I hate to think what she says about me."
"Actually, my mother adores you. She thinks you have an angel." answers Diana walking back over to the bed. She sits down beside me and gives me a kiss just off the side of my mouth. I look at her.
"What was that for? The massage? Or for telling you that you're perfect."
She smiles. "For thinking I'm pretty." She cocks her head to the side. "I guess that means I owe you another kiss."
"Do I get to say where?" I counter.
Her eyes widened. "Tray. Cee" She drawls out in shock.
"Hey, I was gonna have you kiss my ass!" We laugh. The noises from up above are beginning to heat up again. We both look up at the ceiling and sigh. Diana grabs my pajama shorts and in one quick motion pulls them off. I look at her stunned. I don't have any panties on. "What are you doing?" I cry out.