A/N: Sorry about the wait. I had a fairly sizable case of writer's block the past few days.
Skin Deep
Chapter 2: Release
It had been two weeks.
I hadn't seen the stunning brunette in two stinking weeks.
The brief encounter I'd had with her in the hallway, though we had probably been twenty feet apart, played over and over in my head each night as I went to sleep. I found myself twisting the events a little more each time, changing the outcome. A few times she'd dropped the scared looking girl behind her and taken up my hand. Those were my favorite fantasies.
But I had yet to see her again.
Jessica had made herself my new best friend, though really I found her to be somewhat annoying. She had opinions on everything and everyone. And she wasn't afraid to share them. She showed me all her favorite places on campus, many of which involved her telling me stories of hot and steamy makeout sessions she'd had there with her boyfriend.
Ugh. I was definitely not interested in hearing about how she'd gone down on him in the stairwell of the science building. If there was one thing I wasn't interested in it was listening to her sex stories.
I mean, hello … lesbian.
But I put up with her and let her talk. She was so excited to have someone new to talk to that I couldn't deny her the pleasure she obviously got from showing me around.
There were a few times she made brief mention of her old roommate, but she quickly glossed over anything of substance and changed the subject whenever I would ask a question about the girl, no matter how inconsequential the question was.
All I continued to get was "turned" and "crazy." Something told me that Jessica wouldn't be very welcoming of having another crazy roommate, so I decided to let that topic rest as well. Maybe I'd get lucky one night and she'd come home from some drunken frat party and I could wrestle the details out of her then.
The more chummy we became (I refused to think of us as friends even though she repeatedly called me her best friend) the more comfortable she was in my presence. This normally wouldn't have unnerved me, but comfortable for Jessica meant that she would lounge around in these tiny pajama shorts and a tank top. Didn't she ever get cold? Apparently not.
I did my best to keep my eyes off of her, constantly reminding myself that I wasn't attracted to her in any way. I always had my nose in a book or in a magazine whenever she put those type of outfits on and I think she began to think I was some kind of studyaholic or something.
"Oh, Alice. We're in college! We should be having fun, not studying all time!" she'd giggle and rollover on her bed so her ass jutted out and her breasts pressed into her bed.
Deep breaths. Deep breaths. Remember what Emmett said. Don't piss where you sleep.
I was working on some calculus problems one lazy Saturday afternoon when Jessica breezed into the room, towel wrapped around her body and hair dripping wet over her shoulders.
The derivative of this equation would be found by …
I frantically tried to pay attention to the numbers on the page when I saw her drop her towel out of the corner of my eye.
Tangents.
She had this tiny black thong on and I noticed she had some dimples on the back of her ass. I was by no means a perfectionist when it came to bodies, but I was slightly amused that Jessica who worked so hard on her appearance would have cellulite anywhere on her. I had found one of her imperfections. Well, beyond the obvious constantly talking thing …
What startled me most though was that Jessica wasn't wearing a bra. She was just in that thong. I always thought I'd had a thing for thongs, but seeing one on her kind of turned me off to them in that second.
But anyways. Boobs.
Jessica's were huge.
She turned towards her dresser and I caught sight of the front of her breasts. Perfectly round and unnaturally perfect. Breast implants. Must be. Perhaps Daddy gifted her them for graduation because I could still make out some gentle redness and a soft scar at the bottom of her left breast. The incision mark.
I'd definitely never had a thing for fake boobs.
I must have whimpered or made some kind of noise because Jessica nearly jumped through her skin to the ceiling and squealed from surprise.
"Shit, Alice! You scared the crap out of me! I didn't even see you sitting there!" she exclaimed and held her hand over her heart.
"Um, sorry?" I squeaked and ducked my head down.
Do not look at the boobs. Do not look at the boobs.
You do not like fake boobs.
Her nipples were staring straight at me.
"Uh … could you put those away?" I said and latched my view onto the coffee mug I used as a pencil holder on my desk.
Jessica giggled and reached for the top drawer where I knew she kept her bras. I didn't dare look up for a few minutes to let her get dressed.
"Sorry about that. I really did think you weren't here. How long have you been sitting there?" she finally asked and I turned to see her in her standard tiny shorts and tank top.
"I don't know. Maybe 15 minutes?" I guessed.
"Oh, that would make sense. I felt like taking a nice long shower. Got in like 25 minutes ago I think," she answered.
"Um okay," I mumbled.
Jessica giggled again and ran her fingers through her still wet hair.
"Well at least we know you're not like … er … oh shit. I mean … nevermind." She quickly cut herself off and reached for the fashion magazine I'd thumbed through yesterday.
Her quick backtalking intrigued me and I wanted to know what she was avoiding mentioning.
"Like what?" I pressed.
"Oh nevermind. Really. It's nothing. Just forget I ever said anything," she said and her eyes flickered to my face before dipping back down. She quickly flipped the pages of the magazine too fast for me to believe that she was really reading it.
"Um, okay. Cryptic much," I muttered and resumed whatever tenuous concentration I'd had on the calculus problems.
Our night passed without incident. Hell, the next six days passed without incident. All I knew was that my classes weren't that hard, just tedious. Lots of stupid assignments that were pointless and didn't count for any credit in the class. I quickly figured out when I had to read and when I didn't. Some classes were much easier than others while some were much harder though. For instance, "Introduction to Marketing" was pretty darn easy while "Microeconomics" was probably my toughest class. Too many charts and graphs.
It was Saturday and Saturdays on our campus meant football. Absolutely everybody went. Even Jessica went with her boyfriend Mike, though I suspect he enjoyed the game more than she did and she went to appease him. I'd been around Mike enough to know that a happy Mike meant there would likely be some heavy petting between the two of them going on later. I'd managed to extract a promise from Jessica that they would go back to his place after the game though, so my night was going to blissfully live porn free.
And I was in luck. Since everybody was at the football game, I could relax in relative peace and quiet. It wasn't that I didn't like the game; it just didn't make me super excited. Yeah, the cheerleaders were a nice distraction from the lumbering oxen known as players, but here on this campus they didn't wear nice enough uniforms to warrant my time.
So I was hanging out in my bed that day, watching television. I was flipping channels and came across a commercial with one particularly attractive girl in it.
The best part?
She was a brunette. Just like the girl I'd seen that first day. The one I hadn't seen for weeks. The image of her was slowly fading from my memory and I was downright sad over that fact. I'd looked everywhere for her, but I hadn't seen her. Not even a glimpse.
As the commercial ended, I found my thoughts drifting back to her face, as fuzzy as it was slowly becoming in my memories. That heart shaped face. Those full lips that turned up in the mocking sneer. Her eyes … god, her eyes.
The more I thought about her, the more turned on I became. I knew soon I would need something to release my building arousal.
My fingers moved of their volition from my side and snuck under the waistband of jeans. I could feel the heat emanating from between my legs even through my underwear. My other hand undid the button on my jeans and then the zipper. I pushed the material down my legs, kicking it to the foot of my bed. I pulled my tank top up and off my body, the cool air of the room hitting my nipples and making them hard in an instant.
I heard a door slam outside my dorm room and I was quickly reminded of where I was. In an unlocked dorm room with the very real possibility of having my roommate walk in on my pleasuring myself, buck-ass naked.
I got up and bounded across the room in a few steps, turning the lock on the door. At least this way if she came back while I was mid self-coitus then I would hear the lock and have a moment or two to throw a blanket over myself or something.
I returned to my bed and shimmied the last barrier to my goal off, the panties quickly joining my jeans at the foot of my bed. I settled myself onto the bed and began remembering as much about the stunning brunette as I could.
Her eyes were first as they were what drew me to her. As I closed mine, her deep brown eyes filled my fantasy urging me onward. It was like she could see me, see every movement I was making as I made them.
My right hand moved down between my legs again, circling around my slit and spreading the moisture that was already collecting there around. My left hand began massaging my breast, my nipple pebbling under my touch.
My head tilted back into my pillow as I began rubbing my clit the way I liked it, all around it first then across in all directions. That familiar tightening in my stomach started and small whimpers and moans fell from my mouth.
As the girl's eyes watched me from my thoughts, I moved my fingers faster and applied more pressure. The rest of her face came into focus and those lips that I'd dreamed about too many times were glossy and inviting. They drew me in and called to me.
My hips bucked up into my hand and I rubbed my palm fiercely into my mound, bringing myself higher and closer to the edge. Her eyes glimmered and I slipped a finger into myself. My stomach tightened again and anther finger joined its mate.
She licked her lips and I couldn't stop the climax that rocketed my through body just seeing her tongue on her lips. My back arched off the bed and I clamped down on my own fingers. My left hand clutched at my breast as I came back to myself. I was panting and sweaty, but satisfied and blissfully happy.
It had been too long since I'd done that, made myself so happy like that. Jessica hardly left me alone anymore and I wasn't about to masturbate with another girl in the room, especially one who was so damned interested in sharing her own sexual acts with me. I didn't want to hear another story about Mike's penis if my life depended on it.
I was sticky with sweat and my arousal was wet against my thighs. I wanted nothing more than to just lay there and bliss out, but I knew that I needed to clean myself up.
Though I didn't particularly enjoy the dorm showers, they were relatively clean and I could deal with them well enough. They were nothing like the big bathroom I had at home, but I would gladly take them and the freedom college afforded me over the reality of living at home.
I got up off my bed, quickly glancing in my mirror and seeing that my short hair was spiked up in all different directions. I had some definite self-sex hair. It was actually pretty beautiful to look at.
I grabbed my towel and shower caddy filled with products, wrapping the towel around naked body.
The communal bathroom was steamy when I stepped in, and the sound of water running coming from the shower area.
As I walked back to the showers, I heard someone softly singing over the pouring water. It was low and throaty, and it began to bring back the arousal I'd been feeling earlier before my little self love session. I felt it gather between my legs and start to drip down.
Whoever was taking the shower was in the back shower stall, and I was shocked to see the curtain hadn't been pulled.
Realistically I didn't have to walk back there. There were two other showers before that one that I could use and not see into the open shower, but something drew me to the back.
I gingerly peered around the tiled wall and hoped that I wouldn't be caught peeking at the girl taking the shower. I didn't want to be known as the Peeping Tom-ette of the dorm.
The girl was running her hands over her wet hair. Her wet brunette hair. It was slicked down her back, hitting just above the small of her back. Right above the small tattoo that was there. A small flame with some water below it. The whole tattoo was probably no bigger than half of my palm, but it was simply gorgeous.
I couldn't stop staring at the girl's body. Her back plastered with hair. Her ass so perfect and round. Her legs that weren't small, though they weren't large either.
My arousal dripped once more, reminding me exactly what I was doing.
Just then, as if the girl could read my mind, she turned around.
My heart stopped as I realized who I'd been spying on.
Her.
The stunning brunette.
She turned her head and saw me standing there, her eyes narrowing on me sharply. Stalking me again. Her lips tightened and turned up at the corner, that same half smirk, half sneer I'd remembered her giving me.
I should have looked away. I should have turned away. Hell, I should have ran away.
But I couldn't.
I was frozen to my spot, body unwilling to move and feet unwilling to carry me away.
She was just so … perfect.
Bare. Beautiful. Naked. Wet.
Just … naked.
She turned back around then, breaking our locked gazes. Without saying a word, she shut off the water and ran her hands over her hair, squeezing out the last of the water with her back still to me.
I couldn't look away from that tattoo.
Right at the top of her ass.
She turned towards me again, this time turning her whole body. My eyes slid shut, obviously not ready to see the rest of her. My mouth hung open and I was beginning to pant just from the image of her naked ass still burned into my field of vision.
I heard her take two steps close to me and I could even smell whatever soap she used. I felt her get close to me, and my heart stopped again when she leaned into me.
Heat radiated through my body as my blood began to race and my breathing picked up even more.
Her breath was hot against my face and I think I whimpered a bit from her proximity.
"Enjoy the show?" she quietly whispered.
And then she was gone.
She breezed past me towards the bathroom door, obviously not covering her nakedness on the way back to wherever she was headed. I heard the door slam shut on her way out.
I stood there for a practically forever just recovering my sanity and going over what had just happened.
She'd been so close. So naked. So wet.
My eyes finally decided to work again and they opened, probably hoping that she was still standing there in front of me. I was almost disappointed to see an empty shower instead of her.
I used the same shower stall as her, just to be close to her again.
Unlike her though, I closed the curtain.
It was a long shower and I couldn't stop my fingers from darting between my legs and finding their own holy land.
Three times.
A picture of the tattoo will be posted on the Skin Deep thread over on the Twilighted AU All-Human board if anybody is interested in seeing it.
