Ella's Day Out

Ella Rice felt like she had it all. She knew it wasn't much in the grand scheme of things, but it was everything to her. A place in her dream college, a dorm room to herself while most others were stuck with roommates, and last month, when she finally turned eighteen, a nice little moped. Yes, she knew mopeds weren't that 'cool' to most people, but they were to her so she treasured it.

Rare as it was to these days, she even liked how she looked. Long blonde hair that draped down to her knees (perfect for hiding behind when she was so frustrated she just wanted to disappear), a rounded face, and a moderate height (taller than some of the other girls, but not most boys). A lot of people enjoyed large, round breasts more than the slimmer, smaller ones she had. Still, she preferred herself to be on the smaller side, even if she could definitely see the appeal of the other side of the fence.

Ella tossed her clothes behind her bed. While she had aimed for her laundry hamper, a bad aim and an even worse throw had landed them in that awkward space between the bed's headboard and the wall. She groaned internally, knowing full well she'd either have to move the bed or the wall of boxes she'd used to move in to get those clothes out. Just her luck. Well, there was no time for that anyway.

She entered into her dorm's bathroom and hopped in the shower-- appreciating she could shower for as long as she wanted, another advantage of living alone in the dorm. Still, even as the warm water washed relaxation into her, her thoughts slipped back to the whiffed toss of her clothes. She'd always been a ditz, but recently she'd been turning into a full-blown screw up. Going to the wrong buildings, thinking it's the wrong day of the week, even accidentally tipping a barista $100 instead of $10!

The one allowance she'd give herself that wasn't her fault was spacing out in her Physics lecture. _That _was at the fault of Professor Belvadeer. Her Professor was just so... so... beautiful that Ella couldn't help but lose focus. The way she bent over her desk, exposing her cleavage when showing the class basic experiments... she had to be doing it on purpose. Or, at least, Ella wanted to think she was, as, in the shower, her hand slipped between her legs, a finger plunged into her lower cave.

And then it happened.

An ungodly sound tore through the dorm building, ripping Ella away from her fantasy, away from the relaxing properties of the shower. The sound continued to ring, refusing to end.

Ella knew the sound. The fire alarm had gone off, either from an actual fire or some idiots smoking in the building. Ella sighed and turned the water off with the hand she had been using to pleasure herself just seconds ago. She stepped out of the shower and trotted into her main dorm room, water dripping from her soaked body.

She was panicked, somewhat. She she was actually in danger of burning to , but she knew the RAs would be here any minute. It was their job to get everyone out and safe. To do so, they barged into every room to make sure it was clear, dragging anyone in them out no matter their state of dress. She'd seen people be dragged out half-naked or-- if caught in the shower and given no time to react like Ella's current situation-- completely nude. Now, her university was incredibly liberal. It wasn't common, but it was certainly allowed for women to walk around topless. But naked? Nobody wanted to be outside naked. And unless Ella could get dressed quickly, she'd be stuck like that.

So Ella scrambled for her discarded clothes, the only set on her mind. She ducked under her bed, rampantly throwing the mountain of boxes to the side, but seemingly not getting anywhere. It was only when the door was thrown open by the RA that Ella realized the position she was in. Naked, half under her bed, her butt and pussy in easy sight of whoever was behind that door. She reddened at the thought.

But she had no time to worry about that. Maybe if she could grab her clothes, she could convince the RA to let her get dre--

A pair of hands grasped her left leg and began to pull her back and away. Ella tried to remain in place, grounding her right foot to the ground, but her wet body only made her slide out even easier for the RA. When she was fully out of the bed, she turned to the RA. Maybe she could plead.