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for him to finger me, for him to work me with his hand until I couldn’t stand
it anymore, and then finally what it would feel like to have him inside of me.
I slid down to the floor, the water pouring on my head, down my breasts, beating
on my shoulders while I worked two fingers in and out, my thumb pressed against
my clit, my hips moving with a mind of their own. I could only imagine what
Johnny looked like naked, what he would feel like, how big he was underneath
his clothes. I knew I would probably never get anywhere near enough to find
out, but in my head, I imagined him pressing me up against the shower wall and
holding me there, thrusting into me slowly and then faster and faster. My
fingers mimicked what I was imagining until I was gasping and shivering,
moaning at the thought of him.
    By the time I was finished, the hot water was almost
exhausted, and I had to hurry to wash my hair before it went completely cold. I
stepped out of the shower on unsteady legs, shivering until I got the towel
wrapped around me, and made a beeline for my room; Georgia had apparently
finished the chapter while I was in the bathroom, and the lights in the common
area of the dorm were out—she must have gone to bed.
    I got myself dried off and climbed into my own bed,
thinking about everything that had happened in such a short time. I shook my
head; it had been so stupid to get myself off thinking about him. How many other girls were probably doing the
same thing at the same time? Even if Johnny had been a total jerk, he was
hot—and he definitely wasn’t a jerk. He’d been so nice to me, but it was stupid
of me to even think of anything happening between us. He was just a nice guy
who was being friendly to a freshman girl. I knew I was cute, but I didn’t
think there was any way I could compete with every other girl on campus. I had
felt better while I was in the shower, but that wasn’t enough.
    I turned onto my other side in the bed and told myself
that it didn’t matter that a bunch of other girls—practically every other
girl—was hot for him. I was just being silly; I just had a crush on a nice, hot
guy. It would pass, and then I’d move onto someone I actually had a decent shot
with. In spite of my pep talk, I couldn’t help but feel a little depressed, and
as I fell asleep, I thought that if I was going to let some stupid guy
completely screw me up after nothing more than a couple of conversations, I was
a total idiot.

 
    Chapter
Seven
    By the next morning when I got up, I had resolved to
put Johnny out of my mind completely. I mean, how hard could it possibly be to
stop thinking about him? I probably wasn’t going to run into him again—the two
incidents where we had ended up speaking were total flukes, and I had a much
better idea of where I was going on campus. I would find my own way around, and
I was almost determined to not draw any attention to myself whatsoever—the
better to avoid risking having another run-in with Johnny that would twist my
thoughts around in circles yet again. The less attention I paid to him, the
better off I would be.
    I made it to my first class of the day without a
hitch, following a bunch of other freshmen to the building and even managing to
keep up a bit of conversation with them before the professor arrived. I told
myself that I would make a decent showing in the afternoon math class I
had—that I would actually be focused instead of distracted and make up for the
fact that I hadn’t been paying attention at all the previous day when the
professor had been going over the introductory material. I participated in the
class discussion and got a few grins for my occasionally smart ass remarks. The
class was one of the Freshman requirements—and I thought to myself that if
there was any class that I could possibly sleep through and still manage to get
all As, it would be this one.
    I was feeling much better about the situation as I
started to make my way across the campus,