Steamy Dorm

by Kristine Robinson

  “And now? We watch Ru Paul!”

  Cory laughed. “You love drag queens?”

  “Of course I do. If I was born a man I would have been a drag queen for sure. They are so glamorous. Unfortunately born the wrong sex.”

  “I’m not sure that’s how it works but okay. Let’s watch some. What season are you on,” Cory asked. She began to set up her computer and to the flat screen tv.

  “I’ve watched them all.”

  “Oh- of course you have. Well which season should we watch together then?”

  “I suppose the third. I like that one. I like Raja. Bam!”

  “Bam!?”

  “You’ll get it when we watch it,” Jess said. She patted the bed next to her and Cory came and laid down. They got through half an episode and most of the bottle of champagne when Jess put her hand on Cory. She just placed it on the woman’s thigh, as the two were laying face up next to each other. After a minute she began to rub Cory’s thigh up and down.

  “I like that,” Cory said. “I want you to put your hand up here,” she said. She pulled Jess’ hand to her breast and then slowly began to unbutton her shirt. When the last button had been removed she unclasped her bra and put Jess’ hand on her breast. Jess began to slowly circle the nipple with her finger. Cory turned over onto her side and began to undress Jess running her kisses from her lips down her neck. Jess shrugged off her clothes as Cory continued to kiss her breasts.

  “This is okay right,” Cory said looking at Jess’ naked body.

  “I want this. I want you,” Jess said. She pulled down Cory’s panties and began to caress her vagina. Jess’ fingers ran along the edges of her vulva and then slowly circulated on Cory’s clit.

  “Good,” Cory said with a moan.

  The two began to turn the heat up with each touch the temperature was raised. The feelings between them increased. There was the wetness of the bodies, the slow stirrings of sweat, and moans of pleasure. Jess felt comfortable and wanted and desired. They held onto each other long after they had both culminated their pleasure.

  In the morning they made love again. Cory felt Jess stir beside her and began to shower every nook and cranny of Jess’ body with kisses. She flicked her tongue, touring Jess’ supple body and arousing her awake.

  Jess kept her eyes closed but a smile started to spread across her face as her lover had started to feel the heat that came from her crotch. Jess uttered a sigh and opened her thighs with wanton lust.

  Cory playfully grabbed and started to squeeze the round melons of Jess’ breasts and pinched the light brown nipples. Cory opened her mouth and took in a mouthful of one boob letting the hard nipple throb against her tongue. She release the breast and began to suck on its counterpart. She sucked on Jess’ beautiful breasts over and over. Then she began to kiss down Jess body to the wet petals of her cunt.

  Jess sighed as Cory went down on her. She could feel the tongue flicking on her clitorisis and then slowly slide around her labia. Jess brought Cory’s face up and tasted her juices on her lovers lips. They kissed and their tongues played with each other. Then Cory went back to sucking on Jess’ boobs as they craved attention. She licked down the cleavage and Jess bit her lip as each nerve in her body felt like it was alive with passion.

  Cory once again went down on Jess and began to lap at the erogenous flesh capturing all of Jess’ love juices in her mouth that gushed forth. Jess gasped when she felt Cory’s tongue on her and she reached down feeling Cory’s head between her legs. She pulled Jess head closer into her cunt trembling with increasing desire. She loved the feeling of being eating out, of being kissed, and licked, and driven to orgasm by Cory’s mouth.

  “That feels so good,” Jess moaned out.

  Cory lapped at Jess’ juices and probed her cunt. She held onto Cory’s thighs and locked in on Jess’ clit.

  “Moan for me Jess,” Cory said and Jess did.

  Jess’ body shuddered and her chest heaved with exertion. She made a guttural moan. Grabbing onto Cory’s head Jess arched back. Cory continued to lick and suck tasting the delicious juice that came out of Jess.

  “I’m going to cum,” Jess said. Jess body began to spasm and ripple with pleasure as the orgasm ripped through her body. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” Jess pushed Cory’s head deeper into her pussy and her belly tightened as she convulsed with desire.

  Afterward Jess lay quietly on the bed, satisfied. Cory was still lingering on her pussy. “Do I taste good,” Jess asked.

  “You taste wonderful,” Cory replied. She took her mouth off her lover’s pussy and kissed Jess on the mouth. “You know how much I’ve wanted you, I much I’ve been wanting you. I have something else for you to.”

  “What?”

  “Close your eyes.”

  Jess closed her eyes and heard Cory got up off the bed. She heard her rummage through her bags and pull something out. She wanted to peek but still wanted the surprise.

  “Okay open them.”

  Cory was wearing a strap on. The black straps fit snuggly around her waist and the cock was a wonderful brown similar to Cory’s own skin. She felt Cory lean over and dip the cock into her pussy.

  “Oh,” Jess said as the shaft slid into her cunt.

  Cory pushed the cock in and withdrew gradually increasing her pace. Jess wrapped her legs around Cory’s waist wanting the entirety of the cock in her pussy. Cory meanwhile began to thumb Jess clit and Jess groans echoed throughout the room.

  “Fuck me,” Jess moaned. “Yeah. Fuck me. Fuck me hard! Your dick feels so good inside of me. Fuck me.”

  “That’s right you love it. You love my dick in you don’t you.”

  “I’ve wanted you. I am so glad you are with me now. In me. Pleasuring me,” Jess gasped in between moans.

  “I want you to cum all over this cock,” Cory said.

  “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

  Cory flipped her lover over and began to fuck her from behind. She could feel Jess’ pussy muscles constrict on the strap on. The harness was rigged to rub against her own clit and Cory was feeling the electricity in her own body.

  “Fuck. I’m going to cum too,” Cory said. She slapped Jess’ ass and fucked her deep and hard. “I’m going to cum.”

  Cory began shake with orgasm. The jolts of desire shook her entire body and she collapsed next to Jess on the bed.

  “That was good.”

  “I want to make you cum again and again and again,” Jess said. She kissed her lover and the two fell back to sleep cradling each other.

  5.

  “I think you should go to the police,” Cory said later in the morning. She’d stepped out of the shower and was clad in the hotel bathrobe.

  Jess got up from the bed and pulled her in for a kiss. Holding the collar of Cory’s bathrobe tightly.

  “They can’t do anything,” Jess said.

  “I know but at least you’ll have it all on record. Will you do it? Just for me?”

  “What will you do for me,” Jess replied with a coy smile.

  “I can think of a few things,” Cory replied.

  The police station was crowded and the two had to wait for 2 hours before talking to anyone. Cory had suggested calling 911 to try to report the crime but when Jess had the automated response system had taken over and they were put on hold for most of the time that they sat at the station. When someone actually talked to them, a skinny mustached man whose look of interest equaled his interest in the cockroaches that scurried about the station, the police officer basically shrugged.

  “It’s hard to track people online,” he said.

  “People have IP addresses,” Jess said.

  “What’s that,” the police officer said.

  “It means that when you do something from your computer on the internet it locates where your computer is,” Cory said.

  “Well we don’t have an IP locator. Plus the tech guy is out.”

  “When do you think he will be back in.”

  “When we decide to allo
cate more money to that department. Now excuse me I have more complaints to file. Maybe just stay away from your house for a few days. I’m sure things will be fine,” the officer said.

  Cory and Jess stormed out of the station. The San Francisco fog had burned off the city and the day was warm but their mood was foul.

  “That was basically useless,” Cory said.

  “I don’t want to tell you I told you so, but you know I told you so.”

  “I just can’t believe they were so incompetent.”

  “It’s the police.”

  “You are from Oakland,” Cory said with a laugh. “Down in LA the police are better.”

  “Are they?”

  “Well maybe I just don’t have to deal with them. Anyways what do you want to do.”

  “Give me a minute. I want to check my email. I haven’t looked at anything since… oh god fucking damn it.” Jess said. Her phone was in her hand and opened to twitter.

  Cory looked at the phone. Someone had put her address and another threatening message on twitter.

  “Oh fuck boo, I’m sorry,” Cory said.

  “It doesn’t matter. It’s just so fucking annoying. I just want to bash these cretins in the brain.”

  “We should do something. Give you something to think about besides all this,” Cory said. She waved her hand in the direction of the police station and then pointed at Jess’ phone.

  “Well, what should we do?”

  “Maybe we should sail away.”

  “Sail away?”

  “Yeah we can rent a boat and sail around the bay.”

  “That sounds great.”

  “We can get food. I know a great place. We can get dressed up and dine on the waterfront. I’ll take care of everything. My treat.”

  “Are you trying to buy my love?”

  “Is it working?”

  “Ummm… yes,” Jess said.

  The two went back to the hotel, stopping briefly to buy Jess a beautiful cocktail dress for the dinner. The couple changed and showered at the hotel then went to a restaurant in the ferry building. The night was beautiful. The sea breeze swept into the dining room brining a reviving freshness to the two. A live band performed some jazz and for a moment over cocktails and appetizers everything seemed fine. The world’s problems had melted away. Then Jess went to the bathroom.

  She walked into the single bathroom and turned to lock the door behind her but the door jammed. She tried to push it shut but there was a resistance and a hard shove. Someone was pushing against the door and pushing hard.

  “Fuck! Stop! Help,” Jess cried. No one could hear her screams over the sound of the band.

  The door crashed open and a masked man with a knife entered. Jess screamed. He came closer and closer. Jess fell back against the sink. The faucet turned on and water came gushing out. The man slashed at her and she leaned back. All at once the room filled with people. Someone had heard her cries for help. The man disappeared and Cory was beside her. The back of Jess’ dress was wet and somehow it had been torn. A flurry of voices could be heard in the room.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Who was that?”

  “Did he get away?”

  “Where did he go?”

  It was an onslaught of questions with no answers. Jess began to cry. Her shoulders heaved up and down and Cory cradled her in her arms.

  “It will be okay, it will be okay.”

  “It won’t be okay. He had a fucking knife,” Jess said pushing at Cory. “He had a fucking weapon. He tried to kill me. Oh god. He slashed at me.”

  “I’m sorry, I’m so, so, sorry.”

  “I just want to go home,” Jess said crying into Cory’s neck.

  The police arrived 20 minutes later with the mustached officer coming in he looked surprised to see the two.

  “So what happened,” he said.

  Jess looked up at the police officer. Tears still rolled down her eyes and smeared her mascara.

  “The man, he came in, with a knife.”

  “Did you get a look at him? What did he look like? Did he say anything?”

  “It all happened too fast. I don’t know. He was wearing a black mask,” Jess said through her tears. Trying to recall the event was causing her to panic even further. She hated talking to the police.

  “Well we’ll get an APB out for anyone wearing a mask.”

  “You do realize that people can take off masks right,” Cory said.

  “Right. But it’s a start. In the meantime I would advise against returning home. We will try to look into this matter though. Do you have a place to stay,” the cop said. He went to the faucet and turned it off. The restaurant workers and other diners had left the room and everyone seemed shaken up but had begun to return to their meals. Life had already begun to move on despite the trauma of what happened to Jess.

  “We are staying at a hotel by Union Square. It’s under my name,” Cory told the officer. The cop took down their information and told them that they were free to go but warned Jess about returning home anytime soon. They would be looking into the matter more seriously.

  When the two had returned to the hotel Cory put on Rupaul and ordered Thai food. The food arrived but Jess just lay in her torn, wet dress on the bed. Cory sat down beside Jess. The smell of pad thai, masaman curry, and spring rolls filled the room but Jess didn’t move.

  “Hey, it’s going to be okay,” Cory said. She rubbed Jess back and tried to comfort her. The sounds of Jess’ sobbing lasted for hours. The food got cold and Cory tried to soothe her late into the night.

  6.

  The BART ride to Jess’ house didn’t take long but was full of anxiety for Cory. She didn’t want to leave Jess alone in the hotel. Jess said she’d be fine and had gotten up in the morning, showered and was even eating some of the left over Thai food.

  “I need my computer, I need a change of clothes,” Jess had said.

  “Well you can’t go back to your house. It’s too dangerous.”

  “I know.”

  “I can though. I’ll be fine. Just give me your keys and I’ll go over. I’ll call you when I’m over there and you can tell me where exactly everything is. It will be easy. In and out in 15 minutes,” Cory said.

  “Are you sure it will be safe?”

  “I’ll be fine. Did I ever tell you about the kung fu class I took when I was in high school?”

  “No.”

  “Well I took it. So I can karate chop my way out of any dangerous situation for sure.”

  And so Cory had found herself in front of Jess’ apartment building. Cory shook her head and wondered why she was there. She knew that she like Jess, but did she like her that much. She nodded to herself and reinforced her feelings, she did. She liked her. Something real was happening, something that could be important.

  Cory went up to the apartment door to unlock it but the door was already slightly open. Cory pushed the door. It creaked open. The apartment was trashed. Everything was scattered. The cupboards were open and the pillows on the couch were tossed aside.

  “Hello,” Cory said. “Is anyone here?”

  She looked around the apartment but didn’t see any movement. She grabbed a vase off the kitchen counter dumping the flowers and water onto the ground. She walked into Jess’ bedroom. The pictures on the wall were thrown down and cracked. There was graffiti above her bed, “Whore” it read. The paint was still wet.

  The phone in her pocket vibrated. Cory took it out. It was Jess calling her. There was movement from the closet. Someone was in there. Cory opens the closet door and there is a man there rifling through Jess’ clothes.

  “What the fuck,” the man says. He turned around and slashed at Cory catching her on the arm. Blood started to come out immediately and Cory screamed in pain. With her other hand she brought the vase down on the man’s head. The glass cylinder shattered and he fell to the ground. Red liquid came out of the top of his head and he laid motionless on the ground. Cory sat on the bed watching the
fallen man. Her phone buzzed again in her pocket. She knew it was Jess but couldn’t answer it. Her arm hurt too much. Soon a neighbor came to the door.

  “Hello,” the neighbor said. “Is anyone in here. What’s going on,” the neighbor cried.

  The attacker had risen to his feet. Cory couldn’t move. The blood was coming out too fast. The man touched his wound and ran out of the room and pushed past the neighbor darting out of the house.

  Cory leaned back on the bed soiling it with her blood.

  When she woke up she was in the hospital. Her arm was stitched and an IV ran into her right arm.

  “You got a nasty cut there,” the nurse said. “You’re very lucky that the neighbor arrived and called 911. If someone hadn’t have come you would have bled out for sure.” The nurse busied herself looking at Cory’s cut. The long gash on her left arm had a row of stitches. The middle aged Filipina nurse was attentive.

  “Jess,” Cory said weakly. Her mouth was dry and she still felt weakened.

  “Oh your friend? She came right away but you were asleep. She went to out to get some food. She’ll be back shortly,” the nurse said. Her blue scrubs were light against the pale backdrop of the hospital walls.

  Cory shut her eyes and drifted back to sleep. When she woke Jess was there, in normal clothes, jeans and a t-shirt. She must have gotten them from her ramshackle apartment. Jess was just looking at Cory, the concern in her eyes obvious.

  “Are you okay?”

  “I think so,” Cory replied.

  “When I didn’t hear from you, when you didn’t answer my calls I came over. I saw the ambulance outside of the apartment. I was so worried,” Jess said. Small tears started to form at the corner of her eyes. “I thought. Fuck.”

  “I’m okay. You’re okay. We’re going to be okay and I think this will scar,” Cory said. She lifted her arm. “Chicks dig scars right?”

  “Yeah. This chick digs scars,” Jess said with a laugh. “This one does.”