Another party. It seemed like they were every night now. That’s probably because they were. I never really understood why. I used to get it; it was the freedom from moving out of your parents’ place and into your dorm, the freedom of not having any rules and being old enough to drink, but this was my third and final year. I needed to get work done.
I strolled back to my dorm around midnight passing by the freshies as we called them, the first years that partied all night then worked all day and slept for about two hours in between all of that. I passed by the library where I should’ve spent more time and finally arrived at my block. I wasn’t too drunk so getting the key in was a breeze, but as I climbed up the stairs, I realized something dreadful. I’m getting old.
I didn’t mean that twenty-three was old; I meant that I’d gotten into a rut of going to bed early when none of my classes were actually that early. A 10am start is lucky; most people party till 4 and get up at 7. I wasn’t always like this; I used to seek adventure; I used to have fun.
I had a boyfriend throughout my first year and most of my second year here. Tony was brilliant in every single way. The first day I met him we drove out to the coast which was a good few hours away in a group of twenty or more–all his friends. Then we drank on the beach under the sunset until we all passed out. I knew from that moment he was the guy for me.
For the almost-two-year relationship, we constantly partied and studied together until one day when he partied right into another girl’s dorm room. Since then my entire experience here has been class projects, lectures and early nights. My roommate Nicole was trying to get me out of this drab lifestyle, but it wasn’t working.
Nicole had been my roommate for two years now. For the first year, I was with some girl called Claire that kept to herself yet made a mess of the entire room so when the chance came to switch, I asked for anyone except her. Nicole was great. She partied like I used to, she cleaned everything because she hated messes, and she was a great cook. The only problem I had with her was her need for guys. This wasn’t a new boyfriend every week scenario; this was a new boy every night thing. Well, that might be a bit of an exaggeration, but she did often switch guys without informing them that she had, which often left me dealing with that awkward midnight banging-on-the-door drunken fool who I had to tell to get lost.
I envied her in some ways–how she never gets emotionally tied down, how she always had a good time no matter what happened. She was the kind of girl that could go out with a twenty, get drunk, get laid, get home all right and still make it to class in the morning. Lucky girl.
Finally, I made it to the top of a five-flight staircase and began to drag myself to our room not too far down the hall. I was kind of hoping Nicole would be there already so that I knew her and whichever boy she’d brought back wouldn’t be making too much of a noise until the morning, but knowing my luck, she’ll come bursting into our dorm room and start having the loudest sex possible in about two hours when I’m sound asleep.
Key in, turn, and open. Nope she wasn’t here. Great. I strolled over to our my bed and flung my shirt and pants as fast as I could to the floor. I couldn’t be bothered getting into my usual nightwear which was one of Tony’s old shirts and some baggy shorts. In fact, it was about time I threw that shirt out; I had to let go at some point.
Falling onto the bed, I realized that maybe I was a little drunk than I’d thought. I think I only had a few beers, maybe a few cocktails. It wasn’t that much compared to a usual Thursday night at the boys dorm. Usually you didn’t leave there until you were in a state that you let one of the boys walk you home, then–in my case–slam the door shut in his face after he tries to follow you in. That’s probably where Nicole was now, except she wouldn’t slam the door in any guy’s face. She’d take them by the hand and fuck them right next to me.
I wished I could be more free spirited like her. I just didn’t know how to let go of this hatred I had built up for men. I was never a no-strings girl. I always got attached, and I always expected a call the next day. If I could just get into her mindset, do something a little crazy, then I know I’d be able to get back like I used to with the late night parties and the not-giving-a-damn attitude. I just didn’t know what to do.
I turned so that I was facing the empty bed across the room and noticed something sticking out of Nicole’s top drawer of her bedside table. Is that what I think it is? I was curious, as I would’ve noticed her using something like that–I would’ve heard it. I got up and made my way over, opening the drawer to reveal the object fully. Yes, that’s exactly what I’d expect of her. Long, black, thick, giving any woman a reason to expect too much from a man. It was Nicole’s vibrator.
I picked it up, admiring her endurance, as this was obviously the biggest brand going. I don’t get how she could’ve used this with me a few feet away from her. I turned the switch on, but I didn’t hear anything however the tip was moving quite a lot with less rapid vibrations flowing down to the bottom. It was the silent version of a vibrator.
I would’ve been a little freaked out at the thought of another girl pleasuring herself beside me as I slept, but because it was Nicole, it really didn’t faze me at all. After you’ve heard that girl sleep with the entire football team, a little masturbation was nothing.
I went to place it back, but for some reason I couldn’t. I didn’t want to place it back and leave it just for her to enjoy. She was getting men every night, and I was getting into my slippers every night. This routine had to stop. I wanted to do something a little more adventurous and this could be it.
I made my way back over to my bed with my newfound friend and got tucked up nicely into the covers, sliding my panties off under the sheets and kicking them off at the foot of the bed. She could walk in at any minute and know I’d taken it; she could walk in and find me using it. I was nervous and excited. I knew it was risky, but I could already feel my body reacting to the vibrations as I turned it back on a second time and held it close to my bare, moistening pussy.
It was too big to go straight in so I spread my legs under the covers and used my free hand to start teasing the outer rim of myself, dipping a finger in when I could and feeling myself loosen up a little. It felt so good. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been touched by anyone including myself. I couldn’t stop now; part of me knew I’d probably carry on even if Nicole came bursting through the door.
I pressed another of my fingers into myself and ran the vibrator up the gap between my ass and my wet pussy; letting the vibrations tease me more, loosen me more. I was almost ready to try and take it. I could feel my heart pounding against my chest as I removed both fingers from my aching body. This was it.
I ran my hand up my body and onto my bra, rubbing over my breasts as I ran the vibrator over my pussy. I began to dig the head of it into myself and moan out as it started to tease my clit almost instantly. I’d forgotten how good that could feel. I continued to bury it into me and moan louder and louder every second. I knew that the walls were thin, that all the other girls in the building might hear me, but I didn’t care. It felt so good.
I started to thrust it into me so that each time it went it, it banged against my now throbbing clit; causing me to moan out curse words as if a real man was fucking me as hard as he could. I was losing my breath; I felt like the room was spinning. Whether it was the alcohol or the vibrator or a combination of both, it felt like the best I’d had. I couldn’t believe I was doing this; I couldn’t believe what I’d been missing out on.
I could feel myself starting to get close. I was trembling at this object’s touch. I was aching over the pleasure it provided me. I now wanted a man more than ever–this was good, but I missed the sweat and the passion, the heat of the moment. I started to think back to the great times I’d had with Tony, not in an emotional way but purely sexual.
I thought about how he fucked me up against the toilet stall in the girl’s room at a local bar. He was so good at that. He’d follow me in anywhere and just pull his pants down, pull mine down and fuck me. He’d hold my head against the wall as he banged my pussy causing me to leak out down my legs. It was the thoughts that started to bring me closer and closer. I was going to cum; I could feel it.
Just moments away from climax, I heard the living room door open which wasn’t far from the entrance to this room. I turned off the object and threw it across the room. I don’t know why. It hit Nicole’s bed without making a sound, and I turned to face the wall with my eyes tightly closed. My clit was still throbbing and aching. I didn’t want to lose this feeling. I gently rubbed over myself as best as I could, but it was no use; I wasn’t going to finish myself off like this. All I could do was keep myself in this state until I got a chance to do it properly.
“This way. You can eat later.” I could hear Nicole ordering a man to the bedroom. She was going to get fucked right next to me when it’s me that deserves a fuck after all this time. I was a little jealous to say the least.
I heard the door to the bedroom open up behind me and felt Nicole standing over me.
“She’s sleeping so be quiet. I told you it wouldn’t have been her having loud sex. It’s probably the girl down the hall.” I guess I was moaning louder than I let on.