Steamy Dorm

by Kristine Robinson

  She took a step backward.

  “I know what I saw. Are you sleeping with her too?”

  “Wha-what?” she exclaimed.

  I stared at her with my one eyebrow raised. The monster would not relinquish its grip, as much as I wished I could vanish.

  “Why the hell would you think that Kaela?” she said, “What do you think of me?”

  She turned and ran up the stairs. The monster and I watched her back as she disappeared around the corner of the stairwell.

  ***

  I never had a chance to make up with her. I tried to contact her before I left but she wasn’t responding to my calls and didn’t appear to be in her room, when I knocked on the door a final time. I didn’t want to leave under those conditions. I should have felt happy and excited about the internship, but all I wanted was to see her pale, pretty face again.

  The letter had arrived two weeks earlier. My mother immediately bragged to the entire neighborhood, before I had even chosen to accept. But there was no way that I could turn it down. It was my dream, even if it wasn’t at their head office. Jenna would have been so happy for me, I thought, as I watched the university building diminish from the bus’s back window.

  One week and then another flew by, after the program commenced. We worked about 80 hours a week and had barely any time for anything else, other than shoving food into our bodies occasionally and surviving on as little sleep as possible. It was the most challenging time of my life and forced me to be my best 100% of the time. It was probably good that I didn’t have any distractions other than the work.

  But, when I collapsed on my bed, I still thought of her. I had the same dream about her in the forest again too. Since I didn’t share my accommodation with anyone, I took advantage of the privacy. I let my hand wander under my panties and found the hottest spot on my body, between my legs. I pushed a finger up and felt the wetness, the thoughts of Jenna had created. It couldn’t compare to the last time we had been together, almost a month ago. She had taken a lit candle from her bedside dresser, handed it to me and asked me to pour little drops over her naked butt. I thought she was mad, until I heard her groans of pleasure as the molten drops connected with her soft skin.

  “Oh yeah!” she cried out.

  She raised her butt and her hand disappeared under her belly, making her groans louder. I had stopped dripping the wax, mesmerized by her squeals.

  “More wax,” she implored.

  I tilted the candle slowly, until the liquid wax pooled and let it drip over the edge. One little splash was followed by another.

  “Eek!” she exclaimed.

  I stopped suddenly and pulled the candle away from her pert rear.

  “I’m sorry!” I said, “Did I hurt you?”

  Then I laughed at the silliness of my question. She began to laugh too and rolled over onto her back. She continued to play with herself and I watched eagerly. Her breasts rose with her deep breaths. Her finger circled her swollen mound. She had taught me about it and how much fun it was to play with. I could see that demonstrated clearly as she groaned and her pelvis raised upward.

  She moved her hand down, between the delicate folds of skin, and one of her fingers disappeared inside the entrance. Then another. She had recently put two fingers inside me and said I was really tight. I wanted to feel what it felt like to have my fingers inside her.

  “Can I try that?” I asked and grinned at her.

  She frowned and stopped her fingers for a second. “Okay, if you want to, Kaela.”

  I nodded and moved closer. She spread her legs further apart and I brought my hand slowly closer. I had barely ever touched my own, and now I was going to touch another woman’s! I stroked her neatly shaven landing strip and looked up at her.

  “Go for it!” she said.

  I placed a finger at her entrance and pushed it slowly inside. I could feel her skin around my finger and the moisture of the passage. She had definitely got things started down there already. I pushed up deeper. It felt really weird and reminded me of the feeling of raw meat, but hot. I retracted my finger and pushed it back up again, continuing until Jenna began to pant. She was rubbing her swollen mound at the same time. The faster I moved my finger, the faster she rubbed.

  I probably wasn’t as adept as she was, and missed her fingers, as I rubbed my own swollen nub in my quiet room. I rubbed it slowly, then fast and tried rubbing gently and hard. The change in rhythm and pressure felt good. I pressed hard again and groaned.

  Chapter 6

  I was one of two who had been selected for the summer internship from our university, but the other student was a year ahead of me. We had to do a report on the experience for our classes and got together to prepare. I didn’t feel comfortable going to his flat, which was off campus and we met instead at one of the coffee shops on campus.

  We reminisced about the crazy hours we’d worked and the one party we went to. We had partied from 22:00, when we finished work, right through till the time we started work and went straight through to the work site. I had not been drinking alcohol at least, but there had been many red, heavy-lidded eyes on site that day. But I did have another kind of fun. I found an intern from another university that also preferred girls to guys.

  We only discovered our mutual interest in the early hours of the morning, but I didn’t go back to my room that night. I joined her in her accommodation. She laid a towel down on her bed, stripped my clothes off and had me lay down on my stomach on top of the towel. Then she lit scented candles. I thought she was going to drop wax on me, like Jenna liked, but then I smelt essential oils. I recognized a dominant fragrance, ylang-ylang. The scent grew stronger as I felt her oily hands contact my skin. Her hands were warm. They travelled up the sides of my spine, along my shoulders and down the outer sides of my back. She was surprisingly strong. As my muscles began to relax, another feeling grew stronger. Feeling her half-naked body on top of me made my pussy throb. She slid backward and moved her hands down my lower back and massaged my butt.

  Her strokes would occasionally tickle my inner thighs and I thought, if she came any closer to my pussy, I would definitely come. Her hands massaged just above my knees and began to work their way slowly up. As she reached my thighs, I was already breathing deeply. My pussy was throbbing and I wanted her to fuck me. Her hands reached my inner thighs.

  “Oh god!” I moaned.

  She giggled. I had had a sports massage before, but this was very different. Her oily hands glided up my inner thigh and her fingers brushed against my pussy lips. I groaned.

  “Enjoying it huh?” she joked.

  The essential oil soaked into my skin. Her hands circled higher up my thigh and grazed my lips again. Then she flipped me over onto my back. I felt her oily hands caress my breasts. My nipples were erect. I reached down and rubbed my clitoris as she massaged my breasts. I wiped some oil off my leg to use as a lubricant. I rubbed over the top of the swollen nub and pressed hard.

  “Hey,” she said, “I was getting there!”

  “Sorry!” I replied, “I couldn’t wait!”

  Her fingers massaged the sides of my pelvis as I rubbed my clit. She found spots on my body I never knew could turn me on. My pelvis arched up from her skillful movements and my own ministrations. My body began to quiver as my pelvic muscles tensed up. Here it came. She had really revved my body up with her sensual strokes and the essential oil had heightened the thrill.

  “Oh god!” I cried out.

  I bit down on my bottom lip as my pussy muscles contracted and the world disappeared. The wave of pleasure rose and crashed down over my body. The next morning, she winked at me when we gathered with everyone for a meeting. It had been quite a night!

  The walls of the café came slowly back into focus as I finished my cappuccino and tipped the mug back to get the last of the milk froth out. I could feel I had a frothy mustache and was about to lick it away when I stopped.

  “Kaela?”

  “Jenna?” I replied. />
  I quickly licked my top lip, as she began to giggle.

  “I didn’t know you were back already?”

  I was surprised she was speaking to me, with the way things had ended the last time.

  “I got back two days ago,” I replied. “I like your hair.”

  She had cut her hair into a long bob and it was no longer green, but rather a platinum color. She looked even more beautiful and I couldn’t control the warmth that suddenly intensified between my legs. I uncrossed and crossed my legs.

  The other student I’d been working with excused himself and left.

  “I’d love to chat,” Jenna said, “but I’ve got a class in two minutes and we’re writing a test.”

  And then she was gone again. She hadn’t seemed angry at me, but a lot could change in three months. It was so good to see her though, it gave me courage.

  “U free tomorrow aft at 15:00?” I messaged her.

  A few minutes later, my mobile finally beeped.

  “Sure. Where?”

  “The entrance to the arboretum.”

  She replied with a thumbs-up icon and I couldn’t help punching the air, after I read it.

  ***

  It was a perfect day for a walk among the trees. The leaves were beginning to turn orange, red and yellow. I watched as a figure in the distance began to take on the form of Jenna. My heart beat faster, the closer she came. I didn’t want to be disappointed and was sure she had another girlfriend, but I wanted to at least apologize for my behavior.

  “Hi Kaela,” she said, “This was a wonderful idea! It’s beautiful out here.”

  “Hi,” I replied, “Yes. I’m really glad you came!”

  She tilted her head and smiled at me from behind stray strands of hair. We stepped into the arboretum and followed the paved walkway over an old arched bridge. The path led onto the grass and a stone-walled lake lay to the right-hand side. I slowed my pace, as I realized I was walking quickly.

  “I err-” I started awkwardly. “I wanted to say sorry – for how I behaved last time.”

  “You don’t need to apologize, Kaela,” she said softly, “I’m sorry if I pushed you into something that you maybe weren’t ready for.”

  The paving resumed and led passed a garden of pink, white, orange and red roses. In the distance a tall arch, laden with a creeper plant, stretched over the walkway. I would have loved to have picked a rose for her, but it wasn’t allowed. And she would have probably been mad at me for harming a living plant.

  “Well, it wasn’t that I didn’t want you, Jenna, but yes,” I replied, “maybe I wasn’t emotionally ready. And –”

  She stopped and touched my arm.

  “Yeah?” she asked and smiled at me.

  I felt like I could tell her anything. I hoped she wouldn’t laugh though.

  “I was a –” I began, “a virgin, before.”

  Her hand dropped to her side and she didn’t reply. I felt the world grow really small. I shouldn’t have told her. Why should she care?

  “Wow!” she finally replied.

  Her tone wasn’t mocking though.

  “I didn’t know that,” she continued.

  She turned, took hold of my hand and looked at me. “Thank you for trusting me with that gift.”

  I looked down as my cheeks matched the pink roses.

  “You don’t have to be embarrassed Kaela,” she said.

  I pulled my hand away. “I don’t know why I told you,” I said, “You’ve probably got a new girlfriend anyway, so why should you care.”

  I walked towards a bench in the distance and sat down. She came and sat beside me.

  “I do care. I care more than you know,” she said, “and I don’t have another girlfriend. I haven’t stopped thinking about you for one day!”

  I let out my breath slowly, suddenly realizing I’d been holding it in. I smiled as I looked out over the still water of the pond. The tall trees reflected perfectly in the water.

  “Really?” I asked softly.

  “Yeah, really!” she said, “I’ve missed you so much!”

  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

  “I – missed you too!”

  Then she grabbed my hand and pulled me up.

  “Come, there’s somewhere I want to show you.”

  I giggled and ran down the path after her. She disappeared behind a thick hedge in the distance. As I rounded the corner, there she was, perched on a moss-covered rock next to a gushing waterfall. Above her the autumn leaves hung down and some lay on the ground at her feet. I stood and stared. It was just like my dream, except that she had clothes on!

  “Come on!” she called.

  I climbed up onto the rock and was welcomed by a soft, sensual kiss. I laced my legs over hers and pulled her in close. I felt the heat of her body against mine. She pulled my hands up onto her breasts. I caressed them and squeezed her nipples. She squeezed my nipples too and pinched them.

  “Ouch!” I said.

  “Kiss me, Kaela,” Jenna commanded, “and pull my hair at the same time.”

  I frowned at her, but obliged her wish.

  As I felt her tongue entwined with mine, she groaned into my mouth as I pulled on her white hair. She pinched my nipples as we continued to kiss and I enjoyed it even more. Maybe the combination of pain and pleasure was good, I thought.

  ***

  “Mom there’s someone I want you to meet,” I said.

  My parents Wi-Fi had been upgraded at last and we could now chat on skype, after I’d shown them a few times how to use it.

  “Oh okay, love,” my mom replied.

  She still spoke much louder than she needed to.

  Jenna leaned into the frame and waved.

  “Hello Mrs. Smith. My name’s Jenna. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

  I had wanted to introduce Jenna to my parents for a while, but I thought a skype greeting may be a good way to start. Towards the end of the call Jenna had to leave and I quickly said goodbye to her, before returning to my laptop.

  “She seems like a nice girl, Kaela. She’s not your roommate is she?”

  I smiled. “No mom, that was the girl you saw last time, with the brown hair, remember?”

  “Oh yes.”

  “Jenna is a close friend.”

  I couldn’t work up the courage to tell my mother more, but the next time I spoke to her on the phone, she asked about Jenna.

  “How is your friend Jenna?”

  “Oh good, thanks.”

  “You looked very happy when she was there,” my mom continued.

  Mothers are not stupid.

  “Yes, we enjoy each other’s company.”

  “Okay,” she replied.

  Then she didn’t say anything for a few seconds.

  “Is she more than a friend, Kaela?” she continued.

  I didn’t want to shock her, but I didn’t want to lie either.

  “She is mom,” I eventually said.

  “I see,” she replied.

  After another brief pause, she continued.

  “As long as it makes you happy.”

  I couldn’t believe my mother was not upset. What would the neighbors think? I’d never even brought home a guy before.

  The following month, I took Jenna with when I went back home. We drove there in her car. It was strange for me to pull up right in front of the house. I got out of the car slowly and looked at the house. The sun was already setting, but I was sure the nosy neighbors were peeking through their curtains at us.

  As Jenna came around to the other side of the car I grabbed hold of her hand. She stared at me.

  “Are you sure?” she asked, looking around.

  “I’m sure.”

  My one hand was looped through my backpack strap and my other was holding my girlfriend’s hand as we walked over the lawn to the front door. I had been in two minds about bringing Jenna to meet my parents. I didn’t like the old house or neighborhood, but I felt different about it that time. I felt a sen
se of appreciation. I thought of the sacrifices my parents had made for my brother and me, and how hard they’d always worked. Though the house needed a coat of paint, it was still my home.

  My mother opened the front door, glanced down briefly at our linked hands, and smiled at both of us.

  “Welcome ladies!” she said

  She came towards me. I dropped Jenna’s hand and embraced her tightly. My mom then opened her arms and wrapped them around Jenna too. I smiled, as tears formed in my eyes. I blinked them back. My mother had always accepted me as I was and I realized how much I loved her for it. I had to still learn not to be as judgmental as I sometimes was.

  “Your mom’s a sweetie!” Jenna said later, as we sat on my single bed.

  “Thanks!” I replied.

  The following morning Jenna joined me for a run in Seward Park. She rested her foot on my bed and laced up her sneakers. Though I was wearing a pair of baggy sweat pants, she had on skin-tight black Lycra tights with pink swirls. Her firm rear was clearly visible. I slapped her one cheek with my hand.

  “Hey!” she said.

  She turned and smiled at me.

  We started out on a trail which led between the tall Douglas Firs. When the path popped out at the coast a few minutes later, Jenna sped in front of me.

  “Come on slow poke!” she called.

  I picked up my pace and closed the gap slowly. As I passed her, I grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled her onto a grass patch beneath a cherry tree. I wrapped my arms around her.

  “Sweaty hug!” she joked.

  I turned my head and brought my lips up against hers. She pressed her tongue into my mouth. I entwined mine with hers. I could smell her woody scent with the scent of the forest. I ran my hands down her back and onto her firm butt cheeks. I liked the smooth feeling of the Lycra over her curves.

  After a minute, she took a step backward.

  “Okay, come on lazy!” she said.

  She started down the path again.

  When we got back home, we went onto the back porch to catch our breath. I looked out the back yard. The lawn and weeds had been cut. Maybe it wasn’t too late for that old house after all. In any case, it was wonderful to have both the women I loved under one roof! I couldn’t imagine being without either of them.