The minutes tick by and still no response. I wonder if he’s watching it over and over. Almost ten minutes go by and I think maybe he didn’t get it. I frantically think to check my phone to make sure I sent it to him and not, heaven forbid, my mom, but just then I receive another text. From him. And this time it’s a video.
I lay back on my bed and grab my vibrator before I open it. I have a feeling this is going to be good. The video shows him stroking his cock, breathing hard. It looks like he’s in his bed. I turn on my vibrator and focus it on my clit, watching his strong hands pumping his slick cock. I want to time this just right so I come when he comes. My toes are curling and every nerve ending in my body in tingling, feeling the vibration between my legs and watching his cock grow harder, bigger. I slip my vibrator inside myself and start pumping, imagining it’s him inside me. His hand moves faster, and I can tell he’s almost there. I’m not far behind. Suddenly he erupts with a groan, and cum spurts from his cock, landing on his tummy, the muscles rippling under his tanned skin.
Just then I hear a key slide into the lock of my dorm door. I hurry and shut off the video and throw my blanket over myself. There’s no time to turn off the vibrator, so it continues to buzz between my legs as my roommate walks through the door.
“Hey Kimmy,” she says.
“Brenna,” I say. Normally a surprise like this would instantly turn me off and take me out of the mood, but vibrator between my legs is hovering ever so close to my clit, keeping me right there on a razor’s edge. It’s enough to keep my orgasm building, but not enough to send me over. I’m trying to act as casually as possible, but it’s not easy. “I thought you weren’t going to be here tonight,” I say.
She raises her eyebrows and smiles. “Expecting someone special?”
“Something like that.”
Holy shit, I’m right there. My pussy tingles and pulses deep inside and I feel the orgasm rushing to the surface. If I come in front of her, she’s going to know exactly what’s happening. I won’t be able to hide it.
“Well, don’t worry. I won’t cock block you. I just stopped by to grab some condoms. If you ever need any in a pinch, my top drawer is full of them.”
“Thank you.”
She grabs a handful and leaves. I grab the vibrator as soon as she leaves and plunge it deep inside my pussy. Seconds after the door clicks shut behind her, I come hard. I moan loud and long, my ass raising off my bed. With trembling hands, I turn off the vibrator and roll over, laughing into my pillow.
After I stash away my vibrator, I pick up the phone and find several texts from Leo wondering where I disappeared to. I text him back and tell him the whole ridiculous story. We joke around for a while, and then text about other things. He tells me about a show he’s watching which leads to us exchanging stories about family vacations from our childhoods. Through all of these exchanges, I feel like I’m getting to know him better and better. It’s nice that he still likes to talk even after we both come. For most guys that seems to be their only goal. Once they get off, they’re done. He may be a stranger still, but more and more he feels like a real friend. A sexy friend. And the more I get to know him, the more I like him. I find myself thinking about him all the time even when we’re not texting. Eventually it’s time to say goodnight. He has to work early in the morning, and I have early classes. I want to be well rested and prepared for my first day of classes tomorrow.
By the time I put my phone down and change into my pajamas, my eyes feel weighed down by weights. Luckily, after that amazing orgasm, I sleep like a baby.
The next morning, Brenna and I go out for coffee at the campus cafe. It’s six in the morning, an hour before our first classes. As we walk into the coffee shop, quite a few people look over at us. We do make an odd pair.
This morning, Brenna is wearing a short black mini dress, fishnet stockings, and boots. Her hair is dyed black and red and she has piercings in her nose, lips, and eyebrows. Her appearance is a stark contrast compared to my own. I’m the all American girl next door type with my straight blond hair, jeans, tank top, and Vans. We don’t seem to have much in common, but if we are going to be living together, we’re going to have to find some common ground.
“So, a lawyer, huh?” she says as she takes a bite of her poppy seed muffin. Even her coffee is as wild as she is with six shots of espresso and black as night compared to my vanilla latte with extra sweet cream.
“That’s the plan anyway. I’ve been working my whole life to get good grades in school. Valedictorian of junior high, high school, and community college.”
Brenna laughs. “They have a valedictorian for junior high and community college?”
“Yep. I even got the presidential award.” Now it just sounds like I’m bragging, but I’m proud of my accomplishments.
“What about your boyfriend or girlfriend-whatever your preference is-how did they feel about you being such a bookworm?”
“Never really had time for relationships.”
She raises a pierced eyebrow. “So you’re a prude?” she says jokingly.
I can see why it looks that way. Clearly she didn’t realize I had a vibrator inside of me and was about to come while she stood in front of me last night. I’m far from a prude, and if she saw the videos and texts I was sending Leo last night, she would know. But I shrug and let her think what she wants. I don’t need piercings and fishnets to be wild.
“What about you?” I ask. “Any significant other?”
She gives me a coy smile. “I get around. I’m not looking for anything serious. I’ve got enough going on with my course work, and besides, these are my prime years. I’m just trying to have fun. There will be plenty of time to get serious later on.”
We talk about school. I’m surprised to learn she’s a graduate student in biology, focusing on botany. But then she tells me her goal is to own a marijuana dispensary and natural apothecary one day, and it starts to make sense. She’s also taken a couple of classes in the law school, since her future the marijuana business is regulated so tightly, and she needs to have some understanding of the law. We talk a bit about professors and classes. We don’t have much else in common, and yet we get along. I don’t think we’ll ever hang out socially, but at least I don’t feel like we’ll have any conflicts or issues living together. She takes her schoolwork fairly seriously, I guess, and since she’s here on a scholarship, I know she at least had to have the grades and drive to earn that. And she’ll need to keep her grades up if she wants to maintain the scholarship. As long as she doesn’t get in my way, I won’t get in hers.
I look at my watch and realize there are only five minutes until my first class starts.
“Oh my God,” I say, not realizing we’ve been sitting here for almost an hour. “I’m going to be late.”
“Where’s your first class?” Brenna asks.
“Greyson Building.”
“You better run, then. That’s all the way on the other side of the campus.”
“Shit!” I say, grabbing up my cup and making a quick dash to the door. “I’ll see you later,” I shout over my shoulder as I start hightailing it across the quad.
People stare at me as I run across campus. I’m glad I chose to wear my Vans instead of dressing up a little and wearing the cute little kitten heels I considered this morning. I make it to the building and search through my bag for my schedule, trying to figure out which lecture hall my class is in. The building is massive! I dash up the stairs taking them two by two, and sprint down the hall until I see the large oak doors to the hall. I’m eight minutes late. I feel miserable. I hate being late for anything, and the first class? This is horrible.
I take a deep breath, smooth down my hair, and walk in, hoping my late entrance can go unnoticed. But as soon as I walk through the door, everyone shifts in their seats and looks straight at me. I look around at all the people making eye contact with me and want to shrink into the background.
“Good morning,” says a deep, powerful voice from the lectern at the front of the lecture hall. I look at the man and my heart cartwheels in my chest.
No. It can’t be.
Oh God, it is.
My professor is tall and gorgeous with deep-set green eyes and a head of thick chestnut hair. He’s none other than Big-Dick Leo, the man who has not only been sexting me for the last few days, but also made me come hard last night watching a video of him jerking off. This can’t be happening. Is it possible he won’t recognize me?