During dinner with friends

Jane’s words continue to echo. Each time her sultry voice is heard in my brain, the fires within me erupt. Fuck, I need to figure something out.

It wasn’t long until the door of the dorm closed behind me, and my bedroom door soon followed. It was 6:30, the talk with Jane slowed me down on the walk home, but there was still about an hour before meeting up with some friends at the dinning hall.

Bottom drawer, behind the extra sweaters, was my salvation. A small bullet vibrator. It was less than 30seconds after the door was closed before it was pressed against me. The vibrations, even through my shorts, were still effecting me. Struggling to keep it pressed against it place with one hand, and trying to remove my shorts with the other.

‘Hehe, and you manage to turn such an ugly uniform into something sexy’ her voice ringing out.

‘It squeezes you in all the right places.’ The burn increases.

‘You are such a smart girl.’ The vibrations no longer coming from the little vibrator, but from my entire hand as I attack my body.

Her voice, my fingers. ‘I loved talking to you.’ The words echoing, my fingers rubbing my most tender parts.

The heat coming off my body.

Her little smile. ‘Hehe’

But nothing. The fires burned, my body screamed out for more, but I couldn’t find it. Nothing was working.

Giving up, I went to take a shower, knowing that maybe the shower head can help release the tension. Or at least a cold shower should lower the heat.

But twenty minutes in the shower, and nothing more. My body was screaming for it, but nothing was giving me the climax I needed. Finishing up, I returned to my room to get dressed for dinner.

“God, how did you get dressed so fast, that’s impressive. You were in the shower like 2 minutes ago. But let’s head out, everyone else is probably headed over.” A small spike. Another feather rubbing against my nipples.

“It’s nothing much, easy when you dress the same. If I dressed as hot as you do, I would never be on time.” Another feather, but looking over the mini skirt and tube top Jenna was wearing pressing her tits as much together as they do out, I do agree that she dresses incredibly well.

“Well, you are fast and she is hot, what’s that make me?” A third feather, teasing.

“You are the smart one that keeps us all in line and on time, lead away!” A new tingle, this time on my back, as my complement reaches Brooklyn’s ears. The three of us walk out the door, and into the wild.

Dinner was horrible! Ten girls, all at college, and rather than talking about boys or classes, it ended up with them all talking about me! From nice shoes to good choice of dinner. Everything, and the heat just continued to build. By the time it was done, I must have looked a mess.

“Hey guys, I think I gotta cut it early tonight, kinda worn down from work and classes.” The words seem to have no had any more impacts on me, but then again, with the feelings all over, there was no way to tell.

But shooting back home alone, there’s a chance that bringing out the big guns will solve this issue. And the other side of that bottom drawer had the biggest gun that has ever touched me. However, it was my friends words that were driving my feet harder into the pavement, getting me home before my brain melted.

SMACK.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there.” A hand reached out to help me up. “I’m just lost in my thoughts and ran into you. Oh my god, are you ok.”

“Ouch, I feel fine, thanks for the hand up.” Heat. “But can you help me over to that bench, I need to sit down for a second.” The hand pulls me towards the bench, another on my back guides me down to sit. My eyes finally look at the source of this current pain.

“Look, I’m sorry. I live like a block away, want me to grab an ice pack or something. Your breathing is really heavy, I think I might have hurt you more than you feel right now.”

He was cute. Maybe six feet tall, shaggy brown hair, unkept much like his clothes.

“It’s fine, I should be fine.” Standing up, the blood rushes back to my head, and dizziness causes that attempt to stop. “Or maybe not. Yeah, maybe I do need an ice pack, and maybe a drink as well. If you don’t mind.”

“Damn, you are a trooper,” a new feather. “But yeah, let’s head over to my place, I should have a soda or something.”

The new guy places his hand around my waist, and places my hand around his neck. With the height difference, it forces my body against his. He was right, my breathing is super heavy, but not because of the little hit.

“Thanks again, I’m Harper by the way.”

“Peter, well Pete. My friends call me Pete.” He was controlling the pace and the swaying of my body much better than his words.

“Pete it is then. So what do you do Pete beside tackle girls to bring them home?”

“Sorry about that, yeah not much…”

The conversation continues like that, small talk really, trying hard to not complement him, and yet still managing to almost every time a word leaves my lips.

Once inside, I grab the door, slam it shut, then slam myself against him.