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parted ways from the other girls on our floor.
“We should get some reading done,” Georgia pointed out, and I had to agree. We
sat in the common area of the room, our books out, talking about our classes
while we took notes and went over what we could remember from our classes. I
could barely remember anything; my whole brain was still consumed with the
sight of Johnny—not just the shock of seeing him talking to the other girl, but
also the way he’d been so nice to me when I’d literally run into him, when he’d
found me lost and wandering around campus. I flipped through the chapters I’d
been assigned in the textbook for the first couple of weeks of American
Literature and tried not to think about him.
    Eventually, it was too much for me to stand. I got up
out of my chair and put my books aside. “I’m going to grab a shower before I
turn in,” I told Gigi. She shrugged.
    “Sounds good to me. I just want to finish this
chapter.” I went into my bedroom to grab my towel and went immediately into the
shower half of our split bathroom. Technically, my bedroom should have been
private enough, but the walls were paper-thin, and I didn’t want anyone to know
what I was up to. I plugged in the dock for my iPhone and put the phone in the
base. I started up the shower and gave it a couple of minutes to warm up while
I scrolled through my music; I didn’t want anything that would be loud enough
to get us in trouble—it was quiet hours in the dorm—but I wanted to cover up
any noises I might make.
    I finally settled on an old TLC album and stripped my
clothes off, beginning to think of what Johnny had been wearing earlier when
he’d helped me make it to class. He’d been in jeans and a t-shirt, standard
college guy fare, but the jeans had fit him perfectly—not sagging, not overly
tight. The tee shirt had given me a decent view of his broad shoulders and the
muscling of his chest and arms without being obvious.
    I stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain shut
behind me and started to imagine what he must look like under those clothes;
his skin was a little less pale than mine, I could remember that easily. I
pictured him in my mind, taking his shirt off, and bit my bottom lip, my hands
staring to wander over my body, touching my breasts, giving them a squeeze. I
imagined what it would feel like for Johnny to be doing it instead of me, how
his strong hands would feel, and I played with my nipples, rolling and twisting
them until a hot jolt shot from my breasts straight down to my pussy.
    In my head, I imagined reaching down and unzipping
Johnny’s jeans, tugging them down over his hips. I pictured what his chest must
look like, the deep v of his hips; did he have a happy trail? I closed my eyes
and put my head under the shower, letting my hands wander downward until I came
to my hips. I spread my legs a little bit and reached down between them,
licking my lips and feeling my body heat up under the water while I thought
about Johnny. What it would be like to have him right there in the shower with
me, kissing me, touching me, teasing me. I started to
rub myself slowly, working my way in between my labia, stroking lightly at
first and then harder as I got more and more turned on.
    I knew I shouldn’t even be thinking about it; Johnny
probably hadn’t given me a second thought as soon as he’d walked away from me
after leading me to my class. But as I started working myself, touching and
rubbing and stroking my clit, moans starting to leave my lips, I couldn’t help
but imagine going down on him or having him playing with me like I was playing
with myself. I thought about him pinning me down on my bed and kissing his way
down my body, coming to my hips and teasing me with that sparkle in his eyes
until I was ready to beg him to stop—until I was ready to beg him to go on.
    I slid one finger inside of myself, biting my bottom
lip to keep from making too much noise as I thought about what it would be