Maria awoke in Ellie's bed, feeling the other girl's arms warm and comforting around her. Ellie was gently stroking her breast, and Maria's nipple hardened under the touch, and she gasped.
Sensing that Maria was awake, Ellie started to kiss her neck, making her tickle and squirm with delight. A year ahead of her in college Ellie had that much more experience at this, and she played at Maria's teenage libido with ease.
Ellie's fingers danced over her skin, tracing lines like a figure-skater on ice. When Maria could not lie still any longer, she took Ellie's hand and brought it to her belly, guiding it down from there, parting her legs for the other girl to feel her wetness, her readiness.
Before long, Maria lay on her back, with Ellie's mouth doing wondrous, rapturous things to her slit. It wasn't long before Maria trembled through one orgasm, and Ellie had a finger inside her, rubbing just there, bringing her closer, ever closer, to a second, more intense climax. Maria was glad to take Ellie's generous oral pleasure; she had returned the favor sometimes, but she didn't have the skill that Ellie did, and didn't get off on giving head the way Ellie did.
Maria knew she still had a future of child-bearing ahead of her. She still got visions sometimes of her life with a newborn. Trying to coax it to eat carrot mush, and dealing with the output in a diaper. She didn't know yet if that future was inevitable, or if the visions were a warning she could heed. Regardless, she could at least get through college first, couldn't she?
When she first arrived on campus, it had been a hedonic rush to be dormed with so many others her age, without parental supervision. Many, like her, had left behind the relationships they'd had in high school. For Maria, Toby was ancient history now. He had only ever been a means to an end anyway, and their whole affair had been a mistake.
In those first few weeks on campus, Maria had made out with so many boys that it scandalized her to think of. With a few of them, she'd gone so far as hand jobs and blow jobs, perfectly safe ways to get each other off. But none of them had been content to stop there; they would always pressure her for more. And that, she could not do. Between her intolerance for birth control pills, her latex allergy, and her proven fertility, intercourse was inherently risky for her. She'd already aborted one pregnancy, and while she'd never blame anyone else for making the same choice, she didn't want to have to do that again. Why couldn't boys see that?
Out of frustration with the entire male gender and sexual curiosity, Maria made out with Ellie at a party, and things progressed quickly from there. With Ellie, sex was available and uncomplicated. Either of them could get off whenever they liked, without consequence. Maria suspected she couldn't make it to graduation if she tried to stay celibate. But this was a safe plan, if she could stick with it.
She didn't go to Ellie's room every time she got horny. Sometimes Maria would rub one out herself, and in those moments alone, she would often find herself reminiscing about the sex with Toby. They'd foolishly thought that was safe too, at the time. But in retrospect, she'd replay the moment she felt him push his penis deep into her one last time, how it swelled up in anticipation, how the nerve endings in her vagina, well-stimulated and sensitive, had registered the feeling of his semen pouring into her, knocking her up. How she had climaxed at the time, and by her own hand now, she'd climax again at the memory of it.
Now, as Ellie tongued at her clit, Maria could feel the edge of that climax approaching like a cliff, and she was ready to fall. But something else happened instead. A vision came to her.
In this vision, Maria was on her back, staring up into a boy's dreamy, distracted brown eyes. His angular face was framed with curls. She recognized the boy. David was in her anthropology class, though they hadn't really said more than a couple words to each other so far. No, thick plain girls like her didn't talk to guys like him.
She could feel the weight of him on top of her, and his cock pressed deep inside her. It was a sensation more exquisite than she'd remembered. He was thrusting into her gently, but she could see the concentration in the set of his jaw, and feel the tension in his movements.
"I'm...about to cum...You'll pull out, right?" she asked. Maria wasn't sure if it was her in the vision saying this, or her present self. It was the one question her mind had space for either way.
"I told you I would," he said.
And then she lost control, letting her voice cry out, her hands digging into his buttocks, everything inside her spasming around him.
"Oh god," he said, in a tone that could only portend one thing.
And then the vision was gone, but the ecstasy wasn't. Instead of David's buttocks, it was the back of Ellie's head that she gripped against her crotch, her hips bucking, her cry spilling out of her mouth with a string of curses. Curses at how good it felt. Curses at being torn from that vision a moment too soon, when she needed to see what happened next. Needed to feel it too.
"Wow," Ellie said eventually. "If our neighbors had any doubts about what we've been up to..."
Maria was still struggling to breathe, but she laughed at that.
"Come on, the dining hall closes in an hour," Ellie said, giving her a hand up.
Maria didn't care that she probably smelled of sex and sweat. She didn't care what anyone thought of them, as they walked to the dining hall while holding hands.
David was there, across the large room. She must have been staring, because he saw her looking and smiled back, but didn't approach. It made her feel warm and nervous, in ways Ellie never could.
Then Ellie was there next to her, with a tray full of mac and cheese and muffins and bananas. Ellie leaned in to kiss her, and Maria found herself caring who saw, for the first time. She kissed Ellie back, but her heart wasn't in it.
She hadn't really had a chance to process her vision yet. It meant that she had a real chance with David, something she never would've expected otherwise. It meant that the two of them were going to end up having sex.
On one hand, she wasn't sure she could take that as guaranteed. Maybe there was still some way she could mess things up irreparably. But the vision wouldn't have come to her if it was impossible or even unlikely.
In the lecture hall on Monday, David took the seat next to her. Maybe it was coincidence--there were no assigned seats, and the hall got pretty full--but it felt like fate, and Maria's stomach fluttered at just being near him. He was such a specimen.
"Are you as ready to move beyond the Bronze Age as I am?" he asked, and it took Maria a moment to realize he was talking to her.
"Spoiler alert, but it's the Iron Age next," she said with a smile.
But even so, she knew she shouldn't be flirting with this boy, no matter what a catch he was, no matter how interested he seemed to be. She was with Ellie. She was in a relationship. That ought to be enough for her. It had to be, if she was going to stay safe. If she was going to stave off her future as a mother. But sitting next to David, all she could think about was her vision. She was getting short of breath in her seat, desperately hoping no one would notice.
As the lecture ended, David said, "Maria, right? I'm having a party on Wednesday, if you want to come."
