Zack and Barb head for Barb and Anne's dorm.

“…yeah, she already met a few people, too. Was at it all yesterday. Sociable nut jobs, huh?” Barbara commented on her roommate as they rounded the bend, moving down the hall toward her room. Zack moved along beside her, glancing at the various girls’ doors as they went along, noting all the various stickers and drawings that had already taken up so much space along them. The hall was much quieter than his own, however.

“So what’d you do then…and how do you know she’s still here? Hell, she’s probably out at one of those college events today.”

Barbara shrugged as they approached her door. “I pretty much spent the whole day arranging and cleaning up, before we got together with you guys for dinner. But as for Anne, I mean, it never hurts to start here, now does it? Besides, she was laying down for a nap a couple hours ago, just before I left.” After digging it out of the pockets of her jeans, the girl slipped the key into the lock and gave it a turn. It unlocked with a click. “In theory she should still be out. You know how she is.”

As the door opened, however, it became readily apparent that their friend was not, in fact, sleeping. They heard a squeak from the sideroom as they stepped inside, as well as a flurry of frantic motion. Both glanced to one another, confused, then moved into the bedroom, Zack shutting the door behind them as they went.

There they found their normally pale friend quite thoroughly flushed with color. Her face was beat red. She was in fact still in bed, but the covers were pulled right up to her chin, and otherwise, she showed no signs of recent slumber. Both hovered in the doorway as she slowly reached one hand out from beneath the covers, waving at them, whilst boasting a very awkward, makeshift smile. Her normally long, smooth brown hair was ruffled and messy.

“Um, hi guys,” she rushed.

Barb was the first to move forward, stepping toward the edge of the bed and looming over it at the girl. “Hey Anne.” It was a comment mirrored by Zack, as he moved toward the bed as well. “You feeling alright? You look like a ripe tomato right now.”

“Oh…” Anne giggled hesitantly. “Yeah, I’m um, I’m fine. Good. The nap helped a lot. You guys just took me by surprise is all—thought you’d be out for a bit.”

“Well we were,” Zack noted. “But Barb wanted to let you in on a party, and then we figured we could all go hang out somewhere. Get Brian and that, you know? Besides, you probably didn’t get any lunch yet.”

“Oh, that’s fine. That’s cool. I mean…I’m not really hungry, is all. Just need a little more sleep. I’ll be sure to come to dinner though, alright?”

“Nope, not acceptable!” Barb sprang over to the side of the bed quite suddenly, evoking another little squeak from her friend. As usual, she wasn’t about to take no for an answer. “You’ve been in bed all day. Time to get up and hang out.” She reached down, seizing the covers by the end, at Anne’s neck, who’s eyes went immediately as wide as saucers, and her own hands darted out to try and stop her friend. It was much too late, however.

With a great tug, Barb flipped the covers back. Anne was already burying her face in her hands as she did, and for good reason.

Anne was buttnaked under the covers, and with the tug, something rolled from beside her thigh and toppled to the floor. When all eyes turned to the thing, they realized it was a vibrator. Talk about timing. They’d just interrupted their friend in the middle of masturbation. It was Barbara and Zack’s turns to redden.

“Whoops…”