A cascade of light washed over the bed, warming the exposed leg of Rachel. The rest of her body lay tangled beneath the sheets. She focused on her breathing, her face compressed against her soft pillow.
Finally she opened her left eye, glad that the sun was no longer positioned to blind her. She took note of the time on her clock. 10:13 a.m. She tried to recall how many times she smashed the snooze button before she reluctantly turned the alarm off completely. The answer eluded her. While she often favored more of a routine, she figured one Saturday sleeping in would be fine.
With a sigh, she closed her eye again and threw the sheet off her body, the warmth of the sun feeling better as it kissed more of her skin. She tried to sit up, grimacing at the soreness that seemed to infuse every muscle in her body. Her arms too strained, she opted instead to roll out of bed, using the weight of her legs to leverage herself upright.
Seated on the side, Rachel ran a hand through her hair, only managing to move it through a few inches before being impossibly caught in the tangles. With her arm raised, Rachel scrunched her face at the offensive odor that caught her nose. She flopped back on the bed, arms stretched out. The sun once again pelted her in the face, forcing Rachel to cover her eyes. "Fine, I'll get up. Asshole," she said out loud.
Working through the discomfort, Rachel finally managed to get to her feet. She took a few staggering steps before finally removing her hand from her eyes. The door to her bedroom was open. The rest of the dorm was dead silent, the only noise coming from a scarce few birds still singing their muffled song through the window. She grunted as she noticed she left the light on in the bathroom overnight.
Rachel stopped in the doorway, staring at the toothbrush left on the mat. Her mind was carried back to the night before. She closed her eyes, trying to remember the torrent of pleasure that she experienced just hours ago. Her hand absently began to rub at her pussy before she caught herself.
She carefully leaned down, using the sink counter to support as much weight as her arm could bear. Picking up the toothbrush, Rachel tossed it into the trash next to the toilet. She continued to stare at it in the bin. 'Perhaps...' she thought. She reached down. Opening her drawer, she pulled out a package containing a new toothbrush. The package was quickly removed, joining the old toothbrush in a flurry of motion. A large glob of toothpaste was hastily squeezed onto the bristles. Rachel brought the toothbrush up to her mouth, the bristles making contact with her incisors, and-
Nothing.
Sighing, Rachel dropped the toothbrush into the sink. She licked the toothpaste that remained on her teeth and spit what she could down the drain. 'Can't blame myself for trying, I guess.' She turned around and pulled her shower curtain to the side, reached in, and turned the shower on. With her hand held under the water, waiting for the right temperature, Rachel contemplated reaching over to close the door exposing her to the hallway. Janet usually left to visit her parents on Saturdays, and likely wouldn't be home until late. The house should be empty. She left the door as is.
Rachel hooked her thumbs through the waist of her underwear and slid them down her legs. With a blind fling, they soared across the room, through the doorway and towards her bed, landing on the floor. The girl at last stepped into the shower, closing the curtain behind her.
Rachel relished the feeling of the water as it soaked her hair and warmed her skin. She began working at her unkempt hair. After finally eliminating the major tangles with her fingers, assisted by the shampoo, Rachel grabbed the soap and began washing her body.
As she rinsed the soap off, she let her hands travel across her skin, eyes closing to better focus on the sensations. Her mind once again thought back to the night before.
Lost in the memory, Rachel began playing with her pussy, while her other hand massaged her breasts. What happened last night had been so intense, Rachel didn't think it possible for her memory to ever be capable of accurately comprehending it. Despite this, her hand increased the speed of her ministrations as she chased glory. She could feel the orgasm approaching... approaching... until finally it reached her as she shuddered in... inefficacy, a mere shadow of the previous night's episode.
Her left hand supported her in the shower as she stared down towards the drain, the water flowing around her face and dripping from her nose and mouth. She stood up, quickly washing off what little soap remained, and turned off the shower.
She toweled herself off with little urgency and stepped out of the shower. The toothbrush in the trash once again caught her attention. She looked over to the mat that it had previously laid on, probably still damp from the other night, and then back to the brush in the garbage.
'I'm not that desperate', she thought as she made her way into her bedroom, taking care to avoid the cotton trap on the floor. She made a note to wash the mat later.
She felt slightly more refreshed after the shower, if still a bit sore. She dressed lazily, and left the room to find something to eat.
Rachel twirled the spoon around in the cereal bowl, only occasionally bringing it to her lips to take another bite. She sat carelessly in the chair by the kitchen table, one leg stretched out, her spoon-less arm propping her head up.
Her mind wandered to the events after the incident, but it was largely unclear. She recalled talking to Janet, but couldn't remember much of what the other girl may have said. Some apologies, it seems, as Rachel had a sense that Janet seemed a bit concerned, but everything else was too muddled. She must have shambled her way to her bed at some point, likely collapsing on it in a heap before passing out immediately, still dirty. She made a note to change the sheets too.
She didn't know what to make of it all. She had never felt like this before. Never felt anything like "that" before.
Finally she finished her food and washed the bowl in the sink. Wandering on the topic certainly wasn't getting her anywhere. She resolved to getting the work done she had planned to do yesterday, before Janet happened.
Rachel walked back to her room and looked at the clock. 12:42 PM. "Jesus..." she exclaimed. She sat at her desk and pulled out her textbooks. 'Where do I even start?' She eventually decided on her English paper.
'Okay, Rachel, time to focus. You can do this. Just don't think about last night. All right. What do we got here? Discuss one use of symbolism in The Great Gatsby. Minimum two pages, double spaced. Shouldn't be too hard. Just start typing. Put your hands on the brea... I mean keyboard, and you'll be done in no time.'
Thirty-five minutes later, and Rachel had only managed to write down two sentences: 'The use of the advertisement with the disembodied eyes takes on different meanings in each chapter. In chapter 2, the eyes are supposed to represent a toothbrush.' She must have reread the sentence a dozen times before realization hit her.
'Okay, maybe English isn't the best idea right now,' she thought, deleting the document and tossing the book aside. 'How about... physics?' Pulling out her pen, Rachel looked at the first problem. 'So, if you have one liter of water at 45 degrees Celsius, how many liters of 140 degrees Fahrenheit water do you need to add to bring the final solution to 50 degrees Celsius. Assume no loss of energy. Okay, not so bad... just convert 140 Fahrenheit to... 60 Celsius... plug in the variables to the equation... solve for x... and~ there! Easy!'
