"Ivey? Are you there?" Tyler said through a dead-bolted door. "I promise, I didn't tell anyone."
So how does everyone know? She thought, the back of her head resting against the same door. We were alone when you did it, so how is it that everyone knows you shoved your dick up my ass?
"I'm sorry, okay? I figured it would feel awesome, you know. Please, can you open up and talk to me face to face?"
No, if I saw you now I would forgive you. She didn't think her anger would survive those puppy-dog eyes, never mind his broad shoulders or his rippling chest. This close to his voice, it thundered against her.
How did she land a guy like him anyway? They'd had some classes together, sure, but someone like him had so much more variety to choose from to settle for the creepy loner chick.
It had taken weeks of flirting, asking for dates before she realized it wasn't a trick. The handsome guy on the football scholarship actually had a thing for her and now she was throwing it away.
Ivey wondered if she would get more hate from being the anal girl or from being the one who threw her chance with him away. His fans already didn't like her, but would this be an even worse insult to their pride?
The creepy one threw away what you couldn't get, aren't you a loser?
"Ivey? I promise, we never have to do that again. I get it, I should have asked, but I really thought there was enough lube that it wouldn't hurt. Come on, just talk to me, that's all I want." He knocked on the door and the impact rattled against her head. "Please, even if you want to end this, end us, can't you tell me...? Fine, I guess I'll see you in business financing class..."
The hall thudded with the sound of his footfalls as he left. No doubt every other girl in the dorms would have their ears pressed to the walls and the cacophony of gossip would soon be flooding the halls.
He would be back again after she didn't show up for class. For being handsome and charismatic, it was his persistence that had reeled her in before.
Times like this, Ivey truly appreciated being forced into the smallest available room. Nobody had wanted to bunk up with her, so the girl that won the draw gave it up to her. Along with half the living space came a coveted benefit in the form of a personal bathroom for reasons only known to the architect.
And the greatest benefit: if Ivey didn't want to see anyone, she could hole up as long as her mini fridge's supplies lasted. And she could even wash her clothes in the bath if it came to that.
Yes, a bath sounded nice.
Ivey started the hot water and sloughed out of her clothes, the cool spring air tickling her bare skin until her small bathroom filled with steam. A little splash of fragrance oil soon had the warm air smelling like a cabana.
She dipped her toes and the heat had her jump. This happened every time, so she forced herself to submerge and take the heat all at once. Within seconds she was cradled in warmth.
With her legs swung over the end of her tub, Ivey was able to float. Though being enveloped in warmth and fragrance couldn't wash away her stress in one fell swoop, being able to rest with her ears under the water took her out of that place. The sounds of life that always surrounded her were dulled by the steam and water until she could daydream that everything was alright.
She rubbed her eyes and breathed in the mist to soothe the pains of intermittent crying and wrathful seething. It could all be okay if she just never thought about him again.
But the slightest, most cursory thought forced old memories to the forefront of her mind.
Tyler had taken Ivey to an arcade for their first date, lost to her at most of the games with a smile on his face. He didn't play the zombie shooting game alongside her because he lost his nerve at gore, but stayed to the side of the cabinet and cheered her on as she went at it with both controllers.
When they tried the arm-wrestling game, he'd taken the chance to hold her hand while helping her overcome the machine. His hand dwarfed hers, and the way his muscles surged with power set off little fireworks in her chest.
That very night, they shared their first kiss in his room. And the second. They continued until his roommate got tired of waiting and broke them up so he could go to bed.
Ivey thanked god he had. From the way her fingers had wriggled under Tyler's shirt to trace his abs, they were minutes away from diving under the covers.
The memory built a heat in her breast that was flowing out, down into ticklish places. The subtle touches of her own skin were enough to shock her with sensation.
Letting it die out on its own would leave her anxious, she thought. It would make her desperate for human contact, drive her back into his arms to have him take care of it.
So she thrust her hand between her legs and plunged her fingers inside. Forgetting foreplay, she went at her pussy like a machine, bent on extinguishing her arousal as quickly as possible.
The other hand going to her breast, a nipple tweaked, her thumb twiddled across her clit, and within minutes, Ivey came to a shuddering orgasm, waves of hot water caressing her, splashing out onto the tile, until she came to a gasping rest.
This was how things were supposed to be, football players should fuck cheerleaders and creeps should keep to themselves. Ivey had lived a dream until now, more than she could have expected, and it was time to return herself and Tyler to their respective places: apart from one another.
She might have cried, but that well dried up days ago. So, with her sexual needs more or less satisfied, she floated there until the water lost its biting heat and she pulled the plug.
But as she set the plug aside, she noticed what looked like a ball of gelatin sitting next to the soaps. Was it some kind of artisan soap she forgot buying? It felt slimy, squished under the pressure of her fingertip, but that could have been a splash of water creating a soapy layer.
Plucking it into her hand, it did feel like a cross between molded gelatin and liquid soap, but Ivey thought she would remember buying something like this. She passed it between her hands and molded it, pinched it, and it would temporarily hold whatever new shape before flowing back into a ball.
Then it looked at her.
As if someone dragged their finger across its surface, it dented two little eyes and a slit for a "mouth". Ivey jumped back to the other side of the tub and hucked the slime to the other side where it splattered for a second before resuming its shape and squishing toward her.
Ivey didn't think to scream as it bounced onto her stomach and spread itself thin. And though she clawed at the jelly, it merely slid off her fingers and closed the gap. Ignoring her scratching and pleading, the slime spread over her pussy and squirted itself deep inside her.
Thrusting her fingers back inside, trying to scoop out the slime only resulted in the sensation of using too much lube. The slime pulsated inside, fucking her with its squishy, fluid mass.
