Waking Up Alone

Hey Babe

Had to dash. Woke up late. You're adorable by the way and I totally didn't have the heart to wake you up but now that I'm thinking about it I'm leaving so I can be sure to get ready in time for heading into the city today with the group and you don't have much time to yourself so I guess I'm at least a little worried you're going to sleep in and miss the proverbial bus.

Still not going to wake you though. You had a big night, I imagine you need your rest.

And that's not the only thing you need and I know it too, which I why I left you what's in this fun little bag. Can't wait to see what you manage with it.

Have Fun!

Kisses

Rachel

Her note was balanced on top of a bag on my bedside table and I stared at it, reading her words, while I lay in bed all cuddled up beneath the covers. Opening the bag was pretty low on my list of priorities because I knew what Rachel usually considered fun and frankly I was still exhausted from the night before and didn't really know if I had it in me.

I'll give it to her, the girl knew how to push me to my limits.

Even now my body felt so damn alive, thrumming with excitement to the point where it was vibrating under my skin. I still felt the want and the desire but I also felt the anticipation, the eagerness to experience new things.

Between Rachel's experimentation the night before and the words of the Baba Yaga I wanted to rush out into the world and experience everything I'd experienced before and everything new and pay attention to each of them. I wanted to take a drop of water and just lay it on my tongue, feeling the surface tension as it nearly broke. I wanted to pull the tongue of a talented partner between my thighs and let them bring me crashing to a climax, barely able to even catch my breath and as tensed and vibrated and gasped.

But maybe more than all of that, I just wanted a fucking cup of coffee.

It had been well past midnight by the time we got home last night and well into the wee early hours of the morning by the time we settled into bed. I'm talking not breaking three hours of full and uninterrupted sleep at this point and so to say that I was groggy wasn't just pushing it, it was underselling it by a fair bit.

Sleep called to me. The warmth of my bed made me never want to leave it. And I didn't really want to face the day but I knew I also didn't really have a choice.

If there is one unfortunate thing about attending this particular college it is that the activites of orientation week are not optional. Failing to make attendance to them would come with strict recriminations.

Three strike policy. If you're out, you're on academic probation.

That happened to two people in our group, which is how I knew it wasn't just some kind of fear mongering tactic. They wound up on probation and one of them wound up being told, by the middle of the first semester even, that they were no longer welcome in school.

And while there were a great many changes I could stand making to my past, I hardly believed that being a college dropout would be beneficial to my future.

So I summon the courage from somewhere to get my feet on the ground and start stepping forward. Getting out of bed and wrapping myself up first in a baggy pair of sweat pants, an oversized sweater, and fuzzy slippers before heading towards the door of my room.

Fuck. Disadvantage.

Last time around the coffee maker wasn't set up in my room until I'd been living here for a month and already had a job. That meant if I wanted to get me a cup of that warm elixir of life I'd need to brave the kitchen.

And that meant, likely, I'd be coming face-to-face with him.

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