I bit my lip as I got near my orgasm. I nearly broke the skin, I bit so hard. I flushed away the evidence of my masturbation, but I still had a semi. Down, boy, I thought. The idea of getting back into bed with her made me a little bit harder, even though I'd just let loose. It looked like once wasn't going to be enough.
This time, I went at it more angrily. Why wasn't my body satisfied with just once? That was more than enough for most of the girls I'd fucked and discarded.
I closed my eyes and thought about Laila riding my cock, her tits bouncing and her hair wild and free around her. Her head whipped around with the intensity of our mating, and she looked radiant, like a sex goddess. I watched her panting hard and heard dream Laila cry out as she came on top of me. The grasp of her tight pussy milked me over and over until I spurted everything I had into her body.
I opened my eyes. I flushed the toilet again and washed my hands. I was a sick, sick bastard. Also, I didn't have long to live.
I got into bed with her, and I faced outward, away from her. I was hyper-aware of her body and her breathing behind me. This was something that I'd wanted for a long time.
Be careful what you wish for. I chuckled. This was not what I expected to happen the first time that I brought Laila into my bed. But I was happy that she was here anyway, even if I would never tell her about it.
9
Morning After
Laila
I opened my eyes. There was a trashcan in front of me, and I threw up. My mouth tasted vile.
I blinked a little. I wasn't in my dorm room with Andrea. I was in another bed. Oh my god, what did I do last night?
I felt around, and I was still clothed, although I was dressed in a blanket under a blanket.
I turned to look at the layers of blankets. Trouble was asleep beside me.
I sat up in an absolute panic. Oh my god, what happened?
I checked between my thighs, but there was no soreness. I hadn't had sex last night. I breathed a sigh of relief.
What had happened?
I saw my dress on a chair in the corner. I stripped, then I put it on. Where was my purse? That's right. I had left it with Andrea. Sneaking out quietly, I tried to latch Trouble's door, but it wouldn't close. It swung wide open with a long creaking sound. I flinched, because I didn't want him to wake up.
I walked out to his living room as quietly as possible. His roommates hadn't gone to sleep. They were playing video games on mute and eating pizza.
"Woo!" one of them said. "Looks like Trouble has a girl doing the walk of shame this morning. Yeah, girl!”
"Shut the fuck up, Trevor," came a deep voice from behind me. "It's too goddamn early for your shit."
I turned around, and all the blood drained from my face.
"It's not the walk of shame," Trouble announced. "I'm walking her home. God knows how many drunk assholes there are on the streets at this hour." He looked at his roommates pointedly. They just laughed.
"You want some pizza?" one of them said to me.
"No, I'm good, thanks."
Trouble opened the pizza box and stuffed an entire slice into his mouth. I don't know if he chewed. He just inhaled it. I shouldn't be surprised anymore, since Chris was pretty much the same, but the volume of food that swimmers ate was just insane.
"Let's go."
I looked down at him. "I don't mind seeing you in your boxers, but what about the early morning drunks?"
He looked down at his boxers. "Shit."
His roommate said, "Gonna give the girls a show, is that it?"
"Fuck off." Trouble went back into his room and put on pants. He came out looking hot as hell, his hair sticking up, as if we had spent the night making sweet love instead of sleeping off our hangovers.
"Let's go. I mean it this time."
His roommates went back to their video game, and Trouble walked me back across the street to my dorm.
"We have to call Andrea to get you in. You don't have your keys." He sighed. "But before we do that, we have to talk."
"Okay." Wasn't that my line?
"How much do you remember of last night?"
"Um, I went to a party with Andrea, but I was super uncomfortable because she was practically fucking this one guy, so I went to go find you, but you were kissing Samantha, and I started drinking...it's really fuzzy after that."
"Fuzzy how?"
"Fuzzy, like I don't remember anything between drinking my first shot of vodka and spewing the vodka up this morning."
I saw his whole body relax. "Okay."
"Why? What happened last night?"
"Nothing."
"The look on your face says that it's something. What went on last night? How did I end up in your bed?"
"I had to take care of you. You were sloppy drunk. You don't have any tolerance, you know. You can't drink that much. Some guy was trying to take advantage of you last night. That's why you woke up in my bed."
I was a little bit sad, because that means that drunk Laila did not seduce Trouble into taking her home last night. Trouble did just what Chris would. I hated myself, because I had pushed him even harder into the big brother role that I wanted to get him out of.
"So, um." I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "Thank you for taking care of me last night."
"No problem," he said, his eyes on the ground. "I'm just glad you're safe. Bye."
He walked away, and my heart was breaking a little bit. I had wanted to be with him for so long, and I had finally gotten my wish. But I didn't remember it at all, and apparently most of the whole night with him was vomiting up vodka.
I swore then and there not to drink any vodka anymore. It was not good for me, and it had made what should have been the best night of my life one of the worst.
10
Sex Shop
Laila
Trouble didn't talk to me for months after I woke up in his bed. Bits and pieces came back to me in dreams, although I wasn't sure if the erotic parts were part of my fantasies or if they were real. Had I felt his dick grow to the size of a Red Bull can? Had he pushed it into me while our clothes were still on? I didn't know.
Andrea was in our room with her boyfriend all the time. She saw how mopey I was. I was getting better grades than her, but one day, she walked over to me while I was writing an essay for my literature class.
"You have a whopping case of sexual frustration."
"Oh my god. Just because I'm not fucking some guy 24/7 does not mean that I have a whopping case of sexual frustration,” I snapped.
"Sweetie, your nails are bitten down the quick. You don't go out anymore. We're going to get you a vibrator."
I blinked and looked at my nails. "I've never had one of those."
"I'm going to get lingerie tonight. You're getting a vibrator and some rechargeable batteries. Come on."
"But I have to finish my homework."
"Later, babe. Let's go."
We went down to my car, and we drove around the corner to a sex shop. I had passed the mannequins wearing lingerie, and I had always wondered what was inside.
Inside was a wonderland of sex stuff. They had sex aids, sex toys, skimpy costumes, stripper heels, and anything and everything that you'd possibly want.
"Hello! How can I help you?" There was a very pretty retail assistant bounding over to us.
Andrea pointed at me. "She needs a vibrator."
The assistant took a look at my badly bitten nails.
"I can see that. What kind do you want?"
I squeaked. "Oh my goodness. I just don't know."
She took me to a wall of sex toys. My eyes were wide. I'd never seen even one sex toy in real life, let alone dozens upon dozens, all promising different things on their packaging.
"What looks good to you?"
"I have no idea." I looked at her. "Please choose something for me."
"You're a virgin?" She looked me up and down. "You're a virgin."
"How do you know?"
"It's in the w
ay that you're carrying yourself. I can see that you've never been in a sex shop before."
"How do you know?"
"Your back is stiff, and your arms are curled around yourself protectively." I looked down. My arms were wrapped around myself. I loosened them up and put them down at my sides.
"Right, so we're not going to go with the 10-inch light-up black vibrating dildo for you."
"No!" My eyes were all the way wide. "No."
"Yeah, let's just start you with something really small. Let's do this one."
I looked at the package that she gave me. It was pink.
"What's a clitoral motor?"
I could see her holding back from rolling her eyes at me. "It's another motor in another part of the vibrator to stimulate your clitoris."
"Oh!" I blinked. "And that's good."
She smiled at me. "It's very good. That's why I'd choose this vibrator for a complete beginner."
"I'll take it, then."
While the lady was taking me around to show me vibrators, Andrea was trying on piece after piece of lingerie. She bought a Playboy bunny costume, complete with ears. It had a huge bunny logo on it. She also bought a dark purple lace bra and thong which were totally see-through, as well as some harlot-red short skirts that showed more than they concealed.
"Those aren't skirts," I told her. "Those are belts. Or loincloths."
"Hot, right?" Andrea took it as a compliment. "I can't wait to show David these. I hope he rips them off of me."
It looked like she was going to be having even more sex. The lady helped us out at the register. Andrea spent an eye-watering amount of money on lingerie that was going to be ripped in another day or two. I didn't pay that much money for my little vibrator.
We drove back home. Right as I found a parking spot, Andrea's phone rang.
11
Date Night
Laila
I could only hear one side of the conversation.
"Hello?"
"Yeah." She got out of the car and started walking towards our dorm. I put up my sunshades and locked my car. I walked behind her, and she held the outside door open for me. "Yeah, I can do that. I bought something you will like." I could hear the smile in her voice. "Mhm, a lot, that's right."
Ugh. I knew a lot more about her sex life than I really wanted to know.
"See you tonight!" She hung up the phone.
"David's picking me up to go to a concert at the Los Angeles Philharmonic in an hour! What should I wear?"
"Your LBD, of course." Her little black dress was a Versalette, and it could do anything. It could convert into 30 different styles of dresses.
"I'm going to wear my purple lingerie underneath!"
Yeah, it was going to end up ripped in less than a day. Money down the drain, but I guess that she thought that it was worth the cost. "Okay."
"What makeup should I wear?"
"It's fall, so maybe some natural gold and brown shades?"
"Good idea." She took that part of her eyeshadow palette and did a triple layer, with just a little black around the edges to contour. When she was done, she turned to me. "How do I look?"
"Stunning." Her eyes were her best feature, although they competed fiercely with her naturally stick-straight hair. She pulled it into a French braid, and she looked prettier than I could ever be. The Versalette wasn't haute couture, but anything that she ever put on was haute couture.
She shortened the skirt of her dress.
"Oh my god, Andrea. People can see your hooha. Your dress is so short!”
"You think?" She giggled. She tugged her dress down a half inch. "There. That'll be enough."
"You are going to be flashing ass when you get into the car," I warned. "How about putting on shorts or something?"
"Nah," she said, tugging her dress so that it was a few inches longer. "Better?"
"Good." She still was revealing a lot of smooth, cellulite-free tan thigh, but at least this way the whole world wouldn't know about the lingerie she bought today. She cut off the tags and put on the lingerie, completely not caring that I could see her bare breasts. I closed my eyes. I'd learned early on that she was a bit of an exhibitionist. With a perfect body like hers, with all the curves in the right, perfect places, she didn't have to be as self conscious as I did. Well, after I'd shot up a few inches in Spain, I wasn't the squishy little thing that I'd been before. I still wasn't a beanpole, though, and she was thinner than me.
She undid her braid, then she flat-ironed her hair, even though it was already straight. It looked absolutely fantastic, making a solid blonde sheet straight down her back.
"You're going to be the most beautiful woman there," I told her, as she took out her iPhone and waited for a text or call from David.
"You think?" she said, looking up. She beamed at me. "That's why I keep you around, you flatterer."
I shrugged. "It isn't flattery if it's true."
Her phone vibrated, the screen lighting up.
"He's here." She smoothed her hair and looked in her mirror. "I'm going now."
"Go get 'em tiger. Have fun at the Philharmonic."
She gave me a wave as she went out the door in her sky-high heels.
12
Exploration
Laila
I should be doing my homework, even if it wasn't due for another week. However, Andrea was already using her purchases. Why couldn't I use mine?
I took out the batteries and my brand-new vibrator. I cut through the package with scissors. I never understood why people insisted on packaging things in a way that made them so hard to open. Finally, I got the vibrator free and put the trash into our trashcan. Andrea wasn't coming home tonight, so it was just me and my vibrator.
I pressed the power button on the top, but nothing happened. I looked at the instruction manual that I'd put in the trash. Thankfully, the bag was empty of anything but the vibrator's packaging.
It said that step one was taking out a tab. I pulled the tab out. The second one was checking that the batteries were properly installed. I untwisted the cap. There were batteries already inside of the vibrator. I put the cap back on, and I turned it on.
I lay on my bed with my vibrator between my legs. It felt so good and tingly, although nothing like I thought it would feel like. I was pretty sure that sex didn't feel like this. It was just nice. I could feel my folds getting slicker and slicker.
I closed my eyes, trying to think of some hot guy. I was pretty partial to Liam Hemsworth as Gale in The Hunger Games. He was so gritty and masculine.
Unbidden, an image of Trouble came into my mind. I tried to change the channel to Matt Bomer in Magic Mike when he was on top of that very lucky extra. No dice. The channel came back to Trouble.
I opened my eyes and turned off my vibrator. I walked over to my Kindle, and I opened to a very steamy bundle about shifters. I settled in, reading about the wild and crazy sex that various sets of women got into with one man or multiple partners. When I was halfway through, my batteries ran out.
A light clicked on. That's why they insisted that I get rechargeable batteries.
With my lower half naked, I got out the pack of my batteries. I threw away the old 2 batteries and installed the new ones. I pressed the button. It didn't go.
I wasn't done with my book yet! I went and unscrewed it again. This time, I realized that inside there were plus and minus signs to show where my batteries should go. I put my batteries in properly. I pressed the power button, and my vibrator roared to life. I hoped my dorm mates couldn't hear the buzzing.
I finished the books, but I still wanted more. This time, when my mind switched the channel to Trouble, I just surrendered. We hadn't spoken in months. It was harmless to fantasize about a ghost, even if he lived just across the street from you.
I thought about his soft hair and his sexy eyes that promised you all kinds of sexual fulfillment. Like those shifters, he would strip you naked and eat you alive. His body was perfectly muscular and defined i
n beautiful ridges. My favorite part of his body was his broad shoulders. They were twice the width of mine.
I imagined my body wrapping around him as he took me again and again. First slow and sweet in a bed. Then, fast and hard on my hands and knees. The third time, we'd go at it on a couch, with me bending over and holding on for dear life as he fucked me hard. The fourth time, he'd worship my body again, just like the first time. I opened my eyes after so many orgasms. I wiped off my vibrator with the hand sanitizer that I had, a gigantic bottle that my mother had given me to refill the tiny one that I had hanging off of my backpack. I liked my vibrator a lot, although I didn't think that it had done what Andrea had intended it to do. She had wanted me to get over my sexual frustration. Instead, it just made me want Trouble much more. I knew that he was the one for me, even though I hadn't seen him in months.
I sighed. I wanted more from him, but it wasn't likely that he'd ever give me anything.
There was a knock on my door.
I pulled my panties back on. They'd probably be absorbing a lot of cream, but there was no help for it.
13
Mr. Right Now
Laila
Was Andrea coming back early? But she had a key.
"Hey," I said as I pulled open the door.
"Hi." It was the face I'd been fantasizing about mere minutes ago, the reason why my panties were soaked through.
"Oh. Hello." I was stiff, because he hadn't talked to me for so long.
"Um, do you want to hang out with me?"
"Like what? Like as friends? Or like a date? You know, I've already spent the night with you."
My joke fell totally flat. He looked really, really uncomfortable, shifting his weight between his feet. "Like a date."
"Whoa." I blinked. "Seriously?"
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