I woke up in a tee-shirt and panties. I hadn't even remembered getting undressed last night. It wasn't that I had too much to drink. I think I was just exhausted from too much pleasure - too much sex. I just lay there for a moment thinking about all that had happened at the Carson's party. I'm a bisexual now. I had sex with women and had loved it. I expected to feel something more, perhaps shame, embarrassment or even a little horror. I had gone down on Melinda, and enjoyed it. I had even stuck my tongue up a woman's bottom, and instead of negative feelings the only thing I could feel at the moment was the slowly returning desire that last night had created in me.
I thought about how Roxy had ravished my body and how wonderful that had felt. I thought about making her come with my fingers, and felt once again the pride and accomplishment in having been the cause of her pleasure. Even as I analyzed every scrap of memory of last night, I could still find no guilt or shame. Instead, I felt an urge to rethink everything while touching myself. That's when I remembered leaving the party without Kim. I looked quickly over at her bed and there she was, asleep, her face, framed as it was by her lovely red hair, was as beautiful in repose as it was when she was awake.
I was tempted to wake her up to talk to me. I was dying of curiosity about what happened to her at the party. Other than at the very beginning of our arrival, I didn't see her at all in all the time I was there. But I knew she had gone upstairs with Roxy and her husband Steve. I was worried about how it had affected her. Instead, I got up as silently as I could and went to the bathroom. I peed, defecated and took my shower, surprised by how much I enjoyed the stimuli of these simple actions. I had apparently been changed by my sexual encounters last night into something of a sensualist. I hoped that lasted for a while because it made everything seem shiny, new and full of wonder.
I came back into the room wearing a towel around my waist and found Kim was up. She muttered something about bathroom and shot past me without saying anything else and closed the door. She was usually cheerful in the mornings. Typically, if it had been a weekday, we would have gone to the gym to workout before breakfast. Since it was a weekend, we usually walked over to the quad and ate breakfast in the café there. 'Weekends are for getting fat and lazy,' as Kim was fond of saying, 'and weeks are to burn it back off before the next weekend.'
I knocked on the door to the bathroom and called, "Hey, sweetie, you want me to wait for you to go with me for breakfast?"
"No," she answered, "You go ahead. I might join you in a while."
"Okay, but my hair is wet and I left my brush in the bathroom." The brush appeared through a crack in the door, then as soon as I grabbed the brush, the door shut again."
I felt bad for her but went ahead and brushed my hair. I put on white cotton panties and a bra, and then donned jeans, a sweater and sneakers. I was about halfway through breakfast when Kim showed up. I noticed her neck length red hair with golden highlights first of course, and then she was sitting down dressed in a tee-shirt, jeans and sandals. I noticed she had painted her toenails red. Apparently for breakfast, she was having a croissant, some strawberry yogurt and coffee with cream.
"Good morning, beautiful!" I greeted her.
She looked up at me with her gorgeous eyes. They were like jewels with blue and green striations. Eyes that would melt the coldest heart! "Why are you calling me beautiful? I have egg on my face or something?"
"I'm calling you beautiful because you are such a lovely sight in the morning, as you are at noon and dinner as well. What, did you have cynical dreams all night, or something?"
"More like or something," she answered cryptically. "Got any plans today?"
"Nothing specific," I said, "But there is a new DVD out that I was thinking of buying. We could stay in this evening and order pizza and watch it if you like - maybe a little wine? How's that sound? Or do you have a date tonight?"
"That sounds fine for tonight, and no, I don't have a date," she paused a moment, not looking at me and said, "Elise, I think we need to talk. Maybe back in the dorm after breakfast?"
"Okay, that sounds a little serious. Do I need to buy some beer or something? I don't think I can face serious this early in the weekend without some alcohol." I knew she wanted to talk about last night, and I was a little fearful of her reactions about it. I figured a little beer might mellow her some.
"That might be a good idea. I just..." she closed her eyes, "I'll wait for the beer."
She didn't say much of anything else, so I left her there after a short time and promised to meet her back at the dorm in half an hour. At the appointed time I showed up with the beer, took two out of the six-pack and stowed the rest in our mini-fridge. Kim was sitting on the floor cross-legged, which isn't as uncomfortable as it sounds since we have a powder blue deep pile carpet - one of the many contributions my father made and is making to my education. Kim was watching television and snapped it off when I handed her a beer.
"Now," I began, "if we are going to have girl talk, shouldn't we strip to tee-shirts and panties to make it more slumber-party-like?"
She shifted to face me more squarely, so I sat down across from her on the floor, "No. I'm sorry Elise, but this isn't at all funny, and when you've heard what I have to say, you're gonna be glad you kept your pants on."
I took a sip of beer, made an 'ahh' sound as if I was relishing it, and come to think of it, I was. I was still in full sensualist mode. "In the first place, Kim, I love you to death, but your sense of humor sometimes skews off center, so it might be funny anyway, and in the second place, I have the feeling that I will still will want to take my pants off, because I would be a helluva lot more comfortable. I got these jeans a little tight, you know, to show off my ass, not to be comfortable in, and they're not!" I felt it was going to be important for me to control the emotional tenor of this meeting and I was determined not to give in to Kim's grimness.
She sighed, "Elise, I am going to have to move out. I want to be around you, but I don't think you will want or need to be around me anymore."
