dorm-1
12:00 a.m.<>2002-09-18

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"and after you got up and went into the bathroom, what then?"

the late afternoon sun slanted into the bedroom, splashing our feet and lower legs with a mellow, golden light. jodie's jeans and panties lay on the mattress, cast negligently to the side. they were twisted into a tangled ball, evidence of the haste with which they had been removed. inches away from her discarded clothes, jodie's toes curled, tensing and relaxing.

"you couldn't take it anymore, so you got up and went to the bathroom. what happened next?" i murmured softly into her ear.

"i splashed some water on my face and tried to clear my head," she replied in a voice taut with emotion. "but it didn't help."

jodie had been recounting a memory of her college years. her roomate at that time was amy, who had something of a reputation for bringing her male classmates into her bed. the dorm room was tiny, and jodie would frequently be awakened in the middle of the night by the strange, urgent noises emanating from across the room. knowing the trouble she would get into if she were ever caught with a man in the dorm, amy would strive to keep the sounds of her lovemaking to a minimum. even so, her short gasps and heavy breathing, the little squeak she made when she came, and the low grunts of her partner didn't have far to travel before they reached jodie's ears. usually she would roll over and draw the covers over her head to block out the noise. occasionally, however, she found herself unable to sleep through the racket. she would lay awake in the close darkness, not wanting to listen, but still hearing every sound, every wet kiss, every muffled whimper, every little slap of flesh against flesh. the fact that she was without a boyfriend at that point in her life made those evenings all the more agonizing. she would stare up at the ceiling, feeling her growing arousal churn within her stomach, yet keeping herself completely motionless throughout the remainder of the night. sometimes the tension became so excruciating that she ached to touch herself under the covers, but remained still because she didn't want amy or her partner to know that she was awake.

the story she was telling me now was about one of those times. for days amy had been regaling her with stories about her new man, a mutual classmate in one of the drama courses they shared. unbeknownst to amy, jodie had been lusting after the same guy, whose name was pete, for the entire semester. jodie had been trying to work up the nerve to ask pete out when amy decided to make her move. even though jodie had been disappointed and upset, she kept quiet about her feelings for the tall, thin acting student. not wishing to damage her friendship with amy for the sake of some guy she didn't even really speak to that often, jodie watched the couple with silent consternation. being around the pair was awkward for her, and she soon began to come up with excuses for not hanging out with them. although they spent much of the time at pete's apartment in the city, jodie knew the evening would soon come when the pair would choose the dorm as their trysting spot, and she dreaded its arrival.

when it finally happened, jodie was caught by surprise. one moment she was sleeping soundly, the next she was abruptly awakened by the sound of the door crashing open as a very drunk amy and pete staggered into the room. jodie checked the alarm by her bed and groaned inwardly. it was 1:30 in the morning on a weeknight; too late for her to make any sort of excuse to leave the room, and nowhere for her to go if she did. for an instant anger flared up inside her at her friend's lack of consideration for her feelings. she considered telling amy right then and there that she didn't appreciate this violation of her privacy, and that she would prefer if amy and pete went someplace else to screw each other's brains out. but then jodie remembered the number of times that she herself had brought a man back to the dorm, how she had struggled to keep him quiet as they made love with amy out like a light just a few feet away. it's just one of those things about being roomates, she decided. i guess i shouldn't let it bother me. so she continued to pretend she was asleep.

at first she thought she could handle it. despite their inebriated state, amy and pete were doing their best to be discreet, speaking in soft, hissing whispers and not turning on the lights. but soon jodie started to hear the little noises she had become so accustomed to over the past few months. the rustle of sheets. the slight creaking of bedsprings. amy's labored breathing. as soon as she heard the first telltale sounds of lovemaking, jodie knew she wouldn't be able to lay there silently for long. before it had been different, amy's partners virtually faceless. jodie knew them mainly by their voices, by the way the smelled. but now amy was naked under the covers with pete, someone jodie had been fantasizing about for weeks. a tattoo of some sort of stylized serpent or dragon began at his wiry forearm and disappeared beneath his sleeve, ending somewhere out of sight. with her mind's eye, jodie had followed that tattoo under pete's clothes countless times, tracing its winding path up his bicep and over his shoulder, across his clavicle and down his muscular chest. she imagined how his back looked without a shirt, his wide shoulders tapering down into a tight, narrow waist. daydreaming like a teenager, she had lost hours in class dreaming up scenarios in which she and pete were alone together in a storage room backstage, with their lips pressed together and her hand sliding down the front of his jeans, her fingers wrapping themselves around his hard --

amy cried out sharply, and jodie's eyes flew open with a start. pete and amy stopped moving, afraid they might have awakened someone who would tell the r.a. about the presence of a man in the dorm. for a few moments all jodie could hear was the rapid, intense breathing of the two people across the room from her. soon, however, they giggled softly and picked up where they left off. before long jodie's ears resonated with the smacking of kisses on heated skin, the sudden expulsions of breath whenever a particularly sensitive spot was licked or caressed. the bedsprings creaked some more and jodie heard a barely perceptible slurping sound, followed by amy's sharp intake of breath. jodie felt herself blushing furiously. he was eating her! he was eating her and she was making little noises and twisting on the bed. jodie gritted her teeth in frustration as an unbidden image of amy's naked body filled her mind. amy's body, arching under pete's tongue. her hands, caressing her own breasts. his lips, covered in her taste. his penis, swollen and trapped between the mattress and his flat belly, as he bent his head in between her thighs…

finally, jodie could take no more. with a jolt she sat up in bed, ignoring the startled looks that amy and pete turned in her direction. clad in only a brief nightie, she strode purposefully down the darkened hall to the bathroom. her sex was engorged, throbbing with need. turning the bathroom light on, she looked into the mirror and saw a mottled flush that had spread across her face, throat, and chest like a rash. her eyes were wide, her mouth open slightly. unsure of what she needed, she ran cold water and rinsed her face, hoping to make the pink subside from her cheeks. when she straightened up, though, she knew that the splash of coolness had not helped. she looked at herself in the mirror again, allowing the water from her face and scalp to run down her neck and soak through her thin sleeping garment. jodie closed her eyes and shuddered.

"and then what happened," i asked her, my hands moving around from behind her to caress her breasts. jodie sighed and let her head fall back against my shoulder.

"then i went into a stall," she breathed, her fingertips running up and down my legs, which lay on either side of her…

to be continued

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