Waking up.

Gradually, you drift into semi consciousness, and become aware of doors being opened and closed out in the hallway, occasionally footsteps pass close to Ellen’s dorm. Your eyes flutter open, and then close again. You’d been up pretty late the night before and could really use a nap if you’re going to be up late tonight you think to yourself. Female laughter drifts down the hall, followed by the lilting tones of several girls in conversation. You’d guess its three girls, but it’s too far down the hall to make out what they’re saying, and you don’t recognize any of them. A bird chips outside, and a cool breeze blows in from the open window, blowing the curtains against the wall.

“Alright, I should probably get up.” You think to yourself, but make no effort to do so, other than once again opening your eyes. You blink several times, and survey the clutter underneath Amy’s bed. Shoes, clothes, notebooks, textbooks, empty diet Coke cans are visible until it’s too dark to see what’s back closer to the wall. Looking with a bit more scrutiny and concentration, you notice pink and orange panties, and a sheer pastel blue bra. Your brain fills with images of Amy, wearing the sheer bra, and then of Amy and Ellen dressing, and then naked. You sigh, and reaching between your legs give your hardening cock a squeeze.

Restraining yourself, you survey the small stack of paperback books Amy had pushed aside while searching for her sandal. “Political action and organization”, “Che”, “An artists life.” “Sensual massage and mutual orgasm” and “ Hypnotism: reality and practice” sit in an uneven stack along with several other titles next to a faded denim skirt. You try to read the other, but the print is too small, and you can always check them out later. Your head clears a bit more as another gust of wind blows in, cooling you, and you prop yourself up on an elbow.

Was Amy hypnotizing people? After a few seconds of consideration, you laugh out loud at the whole idea. None the less, you’re intrigued, and move off the bed, over to Amy’s bed, and pick up the small volume. As you page through the book, you see that it’s filled with highlighting, and Amy’s copious notes and small doodles and sketches. Sliding back across the floor with book in hand, you brace your back next to Ellen’s bed, and begin to read…