My eyes flutter closed when he dips his fingers inside of me. He pumps his finger inside me, just to the second knuckle, and even though it’s slow and soft, I feel full and wonderful. With every stroke of his finger it’s like he’s activating a launch code in my body. I feel boneless and euphoric and yet, at the same time, I’m on edge and electric. How is this feeling even real? I’ve been touched before. I’ve touched myself before, plenty of times. I’m not exactly on the same level as Brenna when it comes to sexual experience, but I’m not a virgin either. Yet being with Leo is like being touched for the first time. It’s like that old Madonna song, Like a Virgin, and girl, I get it now. The only thing that exists in my universe right now is this. His finger, sliding in and out of me, the growing need between my legs, his silky hair in between my fingers.
His voice snaps me out of my reverie.
“Look at me,” he demands.
My eyes snap open and I look him in the eye as he commands me to. He has the most beautiful shade of green eyes I’ve ever seen with flecks of gold and brown. They are the color of late spring, of tranquil ponds and churning oceans. A silly thought pops into my head so suddenly that I don’t have time yet to realize the absurdity of it. I think, “I hope our future children have his eyes.” It’s crazy, I know, but somehow, I’ve let the thought of a future with this man sneak past the barbed wires of the walls I’ve put up. Break through any reason I had, any self-control.
I try to shake away the thought, but then others follow it so fast I can’t stop them, a prison break of ideas that I would never entertain if I were in my right mind. I imagine us married. A wedding on a beach, or maybe in a really cool old library-yes, that’s it. That’s so us. Surrounded by books and knowledge, and our loved ones. I picture my father walking me down the aisle and my brother as one of the groomsmen …
Leo moves his fingers in a way that turns my knees to jelly and my eyes start to flutter closed again, and all other thoughts slip away. I’m focused only on my body again and not these crazy visions of a future that could never happen.
“No. Keep them on me,” Leo says.
I force myself to keep my eyes open. Looking at him while I’m being fingered isn’t hard to do … until it is. I mean, he’s gorgeous, and if ever there was a face I want to watch while nearing orgasm, it’s his, but it’s hard to keep my eyes open when I’m so close.
His fingers are magic, and my body responds with moans and contracting muscles, but I force my eyes to stay locked on his. God, he’s beautiful. Those little dimples in his cheeks I never noticed before, the scar on his lip, are all little perfections I notice on his face. That’s a face a girl could easily fall in love with. It’s the kind of face you imagine having future children with, the kind where your DNA screams to procreate with.
My mind continues to go to ridiculous places and being unable to close my eyes makes it take me longer to come. Usually I close my eyes and focus on that wonderful feeling and my body just responds. But having to look someone in the eyes, my mind is all over the place. Until it happens. My orgasm is imminent. I can feel it coming. But instead of a speeding train, it’s a leisurely trip down a country road. Our eyes locked together, and the growing feeling between my legs spreads, until my whole body is humming. Leo is nodding his head, ever so slightly, urging me on.
When he adds a second finger into me, filling me up, I know I’m at the point of no return. His thumb now grazes my clit, matching its movements to his fingers pumping inside me. I grab the sink next to me, making sure I don’t move an inch and accidentally change his hand’s position in my panties. I want this now. I need this now. And then, like a waterfall, my orgasm rushes over me. My entire body releases and I’m in a freefall. I throw my head back and moan. Not too loudly, I do have some sense left to remember where I am. There are dozens of students just feet away. He smiles and kisses me as my body clinches and spasms around his fingers. He keeps them there until I’m spent and wasted, my body in a state of complete relaxation leaning against the wall.
When he pulls his hand out of my panties, they come out glistening. “Good girl,” he says. He watches me through the mirror as he washes his hands. I still can’t move.
“I’ll see you in class in the morning. Don’t be late this time,” he says, a stern edge to his voice, but with a smile.
I nod lazily and watch him walk out. A little smile creeps to my lips. What is happening? I take a few minutes to put some distance between him and me, wash my face, and then head back to my table. I grab my laptop and bag, and head back to my room. Halfway across the quad I realize I didn’t even study. I also remember I should have texted Brenna before heading back. Oh well, I guess I may be in store for an eyeful.
Brenna doesn’t seem to even be slowing down as I walk into the room. She’s naked on her bed, her bedside table lamp on. She’s riding one guy while the other is fucking her from behind. Whether it’s anal or the men are sharing the same hole, I’m not sure. They barely glance at me before continuing their bombardment on her holes.
“How was studying?” Brenna asks me as if nothing is happening around her.
I’m not sure where to look or what to do, so I try to be just as casual with the conversation as she is. “I didn’t get as much done as I hoped.”
She winces as the man behind her thrusts harder. “It’s the first day. Don’t get so down on yourself,” she says. “Want me to wake you early before I go get coffee so you won’t be late for class?”
“Sure,” I say. One of the men glares at me, not liking how distracted Brenna is by my presence.
“We’ll be quiet so you can get some sleep,” Brenna says with a wink.
“That’s okay,” I say, heading back out the door. “I think I’ll try to get a few hours of reading done in the lounge. I’ll be back in a couple of hours.”
I close the door behind me because there is no way I’m sticking around for that. I don’t get nearly enough work done as I should, since my thoughts keep drifting back to Leo. Once I finish about half of my reading I walk back to my room. I open the door slowly and I’m relieved to see Brenna in bed, alone, and crawl into my bed and fall asleep instantly.
The next morning Brenna wakes me up like she promised. Completely naked, but still, she’s true to her word. She gently shakes me, and I wake up to see her breasts hanging inches from my face. I don’t come from a family that walked around nude so nonchalantly, but who am I to judge? By the end of the semester I imagine I won’t even think twice about it.
Today I am determined to everything right. To do everything I need to do that will keep me on track to graduating with perfect grades, a pristine reputation, and ready to conquer the world right out of the gates of law school. I wash and dress quickly. Gather my books, laptop and materials, and I’m out the door exactly on time and heading to the coffee shop to pick up a to-go before my first class. The quad is already buzzing with other students, all heading in the same direction. All seeking their first taste of caffeine to start the day.
With a sigh I get into the long line. It’s a good thing I left as early as I did or there’s no way I would make it to class on time. Waiting for my turn to order, my mind wanders back to last night with Leo’s fingers inside me and that beautiful face and his mesmerizing eyes. I wanted him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. I have a feeling he’s ruined me for all other men. I even cringe at the thought of being with another man. No one will ever be able to make me feel the way he makes me feel. To lose that would be devastating. And yet to keep that could derail my career.
I finally get my coffee and head to Greyson for my first class of the day. This time I know my way, and I have time to appreciate the beautiful building around me. The ornately carved doorways, the busts of famous alums and the founders of the school, the famous stained-glass window that’s actually a tourist attraction for the town. I walk up the stairs and down the hallway, heading straight to Leo’s lecture hall.
My heart speeds up as I open the large oak doors. Yesterday my heart was pounding because I was late. This morning I know it’s in anticipation of seeing Leo. When I see Leo leaning on the lectern at the front of the hall, my breath catches. He’s talking to some students in the front row, but he looks up at me and smiles. A perfect smile that some may interpret as just friendly, but I know there’s so much more to it. He watches me as I walk down the aisle and sit in the same seat I had the day before. The same boy is there. He’s not attractive in any classic way. He’s very nerdy, tall and lanky, but there’s something interesting about his looks that I can see some women might be attracted to. Leo glares at him as the guy makes it awkwardly obvious that he’s flirting with me. I’m mildly amused by Leo’s reaction. His jaw tightens. Even from the back of the class I can see the muscles in his face flex in annoyance.