I can't believe it, but what's wrong with you, Vera? I don't know what's biting me in there but I'm so embarrassed. I'm sure the guy next to me noticed, fuck, I'm sure even the guy sitting in front of me had to hear when I came all over that stranger's fingers. And what fingers, what's this guy doing here, is he some kind of sexual predator? There are rumors on the internet that not only those like me who have been accused of being frigid or nefarious in bed attend, but also nymphomaniacs and rapists. As if all of us have the same kind of mental defect.
Maybe I do. I blush again as I remember the long, soft fingers that approached my leg as if by carelessness, then moved inch by inch up my sweaty leg. Maybe it was the heat. Yes, it had to have been the heat in the room. Or maybe they had been sprayed with some kind of aphrodisiac as the conspiracists said. The blond had that Dragnak-like Viking look about him that was interesting to say the least. But I hadn't spoken a single word to him, there's no way I could have been turned on like a bitch in heat just by his pheromones. Because I wasn't such a vulgar woman as to get turned on by a six-foot-tall guy touching me under my skirt, was I?
I continue to ponder in this way as I enter the women's dormitories that were located at the back of the school. The men to the left, the women to the right. Both dorms can face each other and large windows stretch across their entire facade. The glass, evidently, is not reflective. And there are no curtains.
The nice guy -Paul, I think his name was- hasn't said a peep the whole way, though the jostling of people has kept us together the whole way. At least on the outside I can breathe again. The uniform isn't meant to be worn by a size D, and damn how funny it is that it sticks to my skin. I cross my arms to hide my erect nipples, still hard from the experience. I feel the wetness of my underwear, soaking wet, and I rub absently to keep a drop of my flow from dripping down my calves. I need a shower.
"See you later," I mutter before turning to the right without looking at him.
Fuck, as nice as he seemed and what he must be thinking of me.
I make my way to room B14, a space I must share with three more women in these three months. It's not a very flattering idea, I haven't shared a room with anyone since my brother and I stopped playing Moms and Dads, and it's been twenty years. The rooms are spartan, no decor of any kind. Sheets, floors and walls are white, drab, so our suitcases are the only drop of color they bring.
That, and the ebony-skinned woman rummaging through my belongings.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
She turns and looks at me with an annoyed look on her face and then continues searching through my toiletry bag. She's at least six feet tall, the tallest woman I've ever seen in my life. It's not that she's shortened her uniform like I have, but it's so small that the skirt barely covers her ass when she bends over the bed. I'm looking at her black thong from my position, and I'm not that short.
"Relax, little girl," she says, "I was just looking for birth control pills".
I go into the room and violently snatch my Hello Kitty toiletry bag from her.
"I don't use that," I scold her, as I hug my things and pick up what's scattered on the bed, "And why didn't you wait for me to come? It's very rude of you to look through other people's things."
She smiles, and stands right behind me, pinning me down by putting me between her legs and forcing me to bend over the bed. I drop the things, suddenly startled by her closeness. He smells of passion fruit, perhaps from his shampoo, because his hair, in tight dark ringlets, is scattered over my shoulders and tickles my neck.
"You're like a busty doll," she whispers in my ear.
"What?"
"A little doll that smells like sex. Is this sweat or...?"
"What!"
I push her away from me, though I can barely get her to move from her spot. Damn, how much does this broad weigh? We stare into each other's eyes, her amused, me angry. We're in the middle of it when our latest companion walks through the door.
"Hum, hello?"
We both turn, and see the pale stranger shifting her weight from one foot to the other, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. I don't know what the hell she thinks she's seen, but it's not what she's imagining.
"Well, we're all here. Do you have birth control?"
"Hemm, they said they weren't necessary. They'd give us all the medicine we needed here," she replied, tucking her short platinum hair behind her ear. She's all skin and bones, now that I notice. She's impeccably dressed, she's even put on the regulation socks that no one wears because of the demon heat.
"Fucking controllers," the tall girl mutters. My name's Layla, by the way. "This microbe here is Vera."
"And how do you know that? ," I jump in, alarmed.
"Because you have it embroidered all over your clothes, cutie."
Ah, oh. Oh, right. Well, is it a crime not to want to wear someone else's panties?
"I'm Jessica, though you can call me Jess," replies the blonde, who walks over to her suitcase and starts pulling things out of it. You'd better hurry, they say we have to be in the classroom in twenty minutes. And they don't seem very permissive, and I wouldn't risk it.
I hurry to gather up all the scattered belongings and place them on the simple white dressers we have been allotted. We each have a bed, a chest of drawers and a closet to share. There is a bathroom, which I peek into to leave my toothbrush, but I think better of it and put it in the vanity case. I'm sure Layla hasn't brought hers. Indeed, there are no curtains. Neither in the room, nor in the bathrooms. Startled, I see the men in the opposite building, and I look down when I realize that some of them are changing and undressing as I was planning to do.
"Come on, move. No time," Layla growls at me, pushing past me to sit on the toilet. On the spot, I hear the hissing sound that tells me it's number one.
"What are you doing? Wait until I leave," I yell at her, turning around.
"Excuse me, little one, but in case you haven't noticed, there's a bathroom for three women. You can forget all about your little melindres. Shower in front of me, or don't shower at all. I'm sure everyone will love to smell your lewd sex."
I swallow the words I was planning to say to him and step into the shower. At least this one is semi-spacious. I'm able to see my roommate's profile, but not her smile, so I've won. In there, I start to undress and leave my uniform hanging on the door. Damn, I do smell. My panties are so soaked that they leave traces all over my thighs and I have to swallow saliva as I realize what those thick fingers accomplished on me just by caressing me on top.
I take a quick shower, with the water as cold as I can stand. It's when I turn off the faucet that I realize I didn't take a towel.
"Hello? Jess? Could you, hem, hand me that towel?"
No answer. I try again to call them, but they don't answer. They seem to have gone without me. Fuck. Maybe they're all gone, and there's no one looking through the doors. I stick my head out and look through the big windows: no one in sight. Okay. If I hurry, I can get dressed in less than a minute. I run out naked and rush into the room. I rush to pull out a new thong and bra, but as I'm getting dressed, I glance out the window out of the corner of my eye and my heart stops.
In front of our room, looking out the window, there's a guy, naked and jerking off.