The First Day of Class (Part 1)

Bzzzt... Bzzzt.... Bzzzt.... sounded my alarm again signaling the beginning of a new day. Thankfully, my alarm didn't go off until nine this morning as I didn't have class until ten. I fumbled around for my phone to turn the alarm off, but it was slow going navigating the mess of tangled limbs that Amanda and I had created in the night. I wasn't exactly a static sleeper and I could tell she wasn't either by the way it took me more than a minute to untangle us without waking her. We'd both had had an exhausting night and it would be wise to let her sleep until her own alarm went off. When I finally found my phone in the back pocket of my shorts I had been wearing yesterday, I came to an annoying realization. If my phone was still in my back pocket, I had never plugged it in to charge last night! I quickly unlocked it and checked the battery on it to find a disappointing 13%. At least it lasted the night and woke me up today. I really do not want to be late to my first day of classes. Speaking of which, I had better fucking move it if I wanted to get a bite for breakfast before class.

I set off to the showers. By **** of habit, I checked myself out in the mirror and my jaw nearly hit the floor. I had forgotten all about Amanda's red lipstick from yesterday and how many times she'd kissed me. I had her lipstick marks all over my face and upper chest. I wagered to guess that if I removed my towel I find just as many on my torso crotch and legs. Hopefully that'll come off easily in the shower. Luckily there was one shower left open and I hurried inside to avoid any probing questions about my rosy red make-out makeover. The showers were actually quite pleasant. Enough room to maneuver in and tall enough for the bigger girls to not have to bend down. Thankfully Amanda's lipstick did come off quite easily and though it took an extra few minutes to make sure I got all of them, yes I did check everywhere for them (I had forgotten how many times she had kissed my hard to reach areas). When I had finished all of my bathroom activities, I went back to the dorm to get dressed and get ready to go. Taped to the door was a white piece of paper with official looking print on it. It was a noise complaint form! I could feel my face go beat red as I realized how many people must have heard us last night. Oh who am I kidding, heard me last night. I knew I had a tendency to be a bit of a screamer but I usually kept it under control. Thinking back to last night, I recounted how hot it was and gave myself some slack, I don't think I could have held much back even if I did remember. Tearing the paper off the door, I went inside to get changed.

Ten minutes later and I was out the door with everything I'd need for the day, minus my phone because it was nearly dead already. I did take the noise complaint form though to study for later. It had only been a warning this time but they did claim that after three warnings I would be fined. I would definitely need to take counter measures against that if Amanda and I fooled around again. God I hope we fool around again. I thought to myself. No, I chastised myself, these are your favorite panties, don't get them wet five minutes after leaving the room. I had chosen to wear them and my matching bra because they were both cute and comfy which was just what I needed on a day like today. Making my way to the hall's cafeteria, I had a small plate of eggs and potatoes before taking off to class. Luckily I made it just in time for class to start and took an available seat near the front. I always liked front row seats, they **** you to pay attention more because the teacher will catch you slacking off. It was one of the secrets I had for how I got this fancy scholarship in the first place.

The class was a simple history course that I had to take for a gen ed, but I'd always liked the topic and didn't find it hard to focus. When class ended, I had an hour break before my next one so I decided to return to the room for my phone, among other things. I knocked on the door when I arrived and listened for a response. I received one in the form of Amanda asking who was there. When I relayed that it was me, she told me to come in. When I opened the door, she was only half dressed which made me completely forget that I wanted to have dry panties today. She was in a tiny pair of black panties with a single pink heart over her pussy and matching bra. She was sitting at a makeup mirror applying the same lipstick that I scrubbed off nearly every inch of flesh in the shower this morning. I brought up the event and she laughed.

"Yeah, I realized I was going overboard with it, but your skin was too good not to keep kissing. You really can't blame me," she added sweetly. I told her it was a great color and loved her kisses, it was just the part about looking more red than a firetruck.

"I will try to control myself," she vowed as she finished with her lipstick. She eyed me curiously for a moment before posing the question.

"What if I just did one more?" she asked sweetly as she danced her way up to me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I took her by the hips as if slow dancing. "Just the one," she continued, "it would look great with your outfit, but it's your call." she finished. As I looked into her eyes I felt an overwhelming wave of love for this beautiful girl. She just wanted to put one last big lipstick mark on my cheek. It couldn't hurt, and it would make her really happy...