Steamy Dorm

by Kristine Robinson

  “Oh my God, Gabi,” I whimpered as her finger slid back and forth in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

  “You want more?” she purred. She slowly licked her lips, and I was mesmerized by the sight.

  I couldn’t speak; I was trembling too hard. So wordlessly I nodded.

  In answer, she slipped another finger inside, stretching me and filling me up. I let out a husky moan and lifted my hips higher, and when she slid a third finger inside of me, I thought I was going to explode.

  Her fingers pumped and teased and swirled, and I shivered with anticipation. I could feel my climax approaching as my pleasure peaked and my entire body quivered.

  “Oh, Gabi,” I whimpered, my eyes shut tight against the pleasure.

  “Yes?” a sweet voice answered.

  My eyes flew open as my desire vanished on the spot.

  That wasn’t Gabi’s voice.

  I looked up, and just like that, the table disappeared from underneath me, as did the room that we were in. In the strange way that dreams have, everything transformed in the blink of an eye. I was now clothed and standing up, and the background was gone. I was surrounded by nothing but cold blackness, but there was someone in front of me.

  She turned around, and icy horror replaced my fiery lust.

  “You’re forgetting about me,” Tina accused. Her eyes blazed with terrible power.

  “No, I’m not,” I gasped. “How could I ever forget about you?”

  “You’re supposed to mourn me,” she said. Her skin glowed with an eerie light all its own. “You were my best friend. I loved you, you know. And you let me down.”

  There was a slow, dreamlike quality to everything, and in the back of my mind I knew that’s exactly what this was—only a dream. But the terror creeping over my heart was very real.

  “I know, and I’m sorry.” My voice came out as a whine.

  Tina moved backwards. There was nothing behind her that I could see, we were surrounded by an awful whispering blackness, but as she did a shadow fell over her beautiful face, the one that so resembled Gabi’s.

  “And now you have the hots for my sister,” she said in a husky whisper. “How dare you? Wasn’t it enough that you made my life so unbearable that I had to end it? No. No, it wasn’t enough.”

  I tried to tell myself that this wasn’t Tina, just some manifestation of my own broken heart. The real Tina would never say such things to me, neither would she be glaring at me with such cold hatred. But I couldn’t convince myself otherwise.

  “It wasn’t my fault,” I whispered back. My throat was as dry as sandpaper. “I didn’t know that things were so bad for you, and I’m sorry—“

  “You’re sorry?” she repeated incredulously. She threw her head back and laughed cruelly. As she did, I noticed something that sent fresh waves of horror and disbelief through me—her teeth were long and pointed, like fangs.

  “Do me a favor, Connie,” she snarled, all traces of laughter gone from her face. “Save your excuses for someone who’s not dead.”

  My eyes widened and a small noise escaped my lips as the skin on Tina’s face blackened right before my eyes, then peeled, exposing rotting flesh and white bone. Her eyes rolled in their sockets, and her hair became dark and matted with filth.

  Tina’s corpse grinned at me. “See what you did to me,” she said sweetly.

  My nerve broke then, and in my panic I turned on my heels and ran. But it was like running through molasses; I wasn’t going anywhere, and behind me a soft chuckle ruffled my hair. Tina’s breath smelled like rotting meat. Her skeletal hand settled on my shoulder—

  My eyes flew open and I jerked up into a sitting position on the bed, clutching the pillow to my chest. I was drenched in sweat. Shaking violently and struggling to catch my breath, I forced myself to count to fifty until the shakes subsided a little.

  Only a dream, only a dream, I repeated in my head. Oh, I knew it was only a dream, but it was so awful! The things Tina said to me clanged around horribly in my head, haunting me in a way that nothing else could, not even the sight of her corpse.

  I promised myself that I wouldn’t cry over a nightmare, then promptly burst into tears anyway.

  I glanced at the clock beside my bed. It was only eleven P.M; I’d only been asleep for an hour, then.

  I needed someone to talk to. The thought of going back to sleep chilled me to the bone. I couldn’t face Tina again.

  My parents were gone for the night, but I wasn’t sure I could talk to them anyway. They wouldn’t understand.

  But I knew someone who would.

  I tried with little success to dry the tears from my face, then grabbed my phone and dialed Gabi’s number.

  She answered on the second ring. “Hello?”

  “Gabi,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I…I need you.”

  “What’s wrong?” Her voice was sharp and alarmed.

  I squeezed my eyes shut. More helpless tears tracked down my cheeks. “I had a bad dream. About Tina.” I wanted to tell her how awful it’d been, but I wasn’t sure I had the words to describe it.

  “I’m on my way,” she said immediately, and hung up.

  I tossed my phone on the nightstand and drew my knees against my chest. To my surprise, I felt a little bit better already, knowing that Gabi was coming. I also felt a little pleased knowing that she was willing to drop everything and come over just because I had a nightmare.

  My sexy dream was almost forgotten, overshadowed by the horrible nightmare. Sex was the furthest thing from my mind right now, but I still wanted to be presentable for Gabi. So I quickly brushed my teeth and hair, then slid back into bed to wait for Gabi to come.

  I didn’t have to wait long. Less than ten minutes later, Gabi swung my bedroom door open. Her hair was loose and flowing, and she was dressed in a tiny tank top and denim shorts that exposed every inch of her long, smooth legs. Her eyes were wide with concern.

  “Connie,” she said softly. She slid into bed next to me, and when she drew me against her body, I went willingly enough, resting my head on her chest. I could hear her steady heartbeat, and it calmed me. “Are you all right?”

  I closed my eyes, feeling the coldness and the terror slowly fade out of my body. “I am now,” I said, cuddling against her more closely. She smelled like flowers.

  She stroked my hair. “Do you want to tell me about it?”

  I stiffened against her. “No.” All I wanted was this: Gabi’s concern, her presence, her skin on mine…

  “It’ll be better if you do,” she insisted. Her beautiful face was inches from mine. “I have them too, you know. It’s better to get it all out.”

  I trembled. “She was dead,” I said quietly. “I mean, really dead. A rotting corpse. And she was saying terrible things; things I’ve been thinking anyway, but to hear them coming from her?” I shivered again. “It was awful. I never want to go to sleep again.”

  She resumed stroking my hair, her hand occasionally brushing my cheek and the nape of my neck softly.

  “Thank you for coming,” I murmured against her.

  She pulled me tighter against her in response.

  Suddenly I couldn’t stand it. Her closeness had awakened a deep, hungry need in me, and in a bout of boldness, I pressed my lips against her warm soft ones.

  Her eyes flew open in surprise, and my heart sank. Oh, no. I blew it! She was going to leave, I was sure of it, there was no way that Gabi would ever want me.

  “I’m sorry,” I whispered.

  In response, she entwined her hand in my hair and pulled my face against hers.

  I let out a little gasp as she kissed me deeply, hungrily. Her moist tongue caressed my lower lip, and I shivered and parted my lips. She took the hint, and her tongue darted in between them. Oh, God, she tasted so sweet.

  For the moment, I forgot my grief, my guilt, my terror. I gave myself willingly and completely to Gabi and her oh so capable hands.

  She nibbled softly on my lower lips, sending
jolts of liquid heat through my body. I arched my back, pressing myself against her soft curves.

  Slowly, teasingly, we explored each other’s mouths, kissing and licking and nibbling, and I trembled in her arms. Our breaths grew ragged, a symphony of our desire.

  Her lips drifted down, and she slowly kissed my neck and my throat, flicking her hot tongue across it. I shivered as her warm lips trailed slowly and sensually across my collarbone before meeting mine again. I drank in her kisses like fine wine, and her hot, sweet tongue danced tantalizingly in my mouth.

  Her hand drifted down to the front of my tank top, and my breath caught in my throat as she cupped my left breast. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and my lust quickly became apparent to her. She gave me a wicked half-smile as her fingers swirled and flicked and teased the hard little peak through my shirt.

  “Please,” I gasped against her lips. She kissed me again in response, still with that smile on her beautiful face. Her eyes glittered with desire.

  “Please what?” she purred.

  In answer, I slid my hands up her shirt, slipping them across her flat belly and relishing the way she shuddered as my fingertips brushed the bottom of her bra. “Two can play at that game,” I teased.

  Gabi’s eyes gleamed mischievously, and before I knew it she rolled me over on my back, straddling my hips and pinning my arms behind my head. I wriggled indignantly. “Let me go!” I gasped and laughed at the same time.

  “Make me,” she said simply, and leaned forward.

  The aching tension between us built in a swirling storm as Gabi’s lips met mine. This kiss was different; not slow and teasing and exploring, but full of urgent desire, her tongue flicking against mine. Her hair fell around my face in a waterfall.

  She finally let go of my arms, but before I could do anything, she reached forward and pulled off my tank top, tossing it indifferently on the floor. The cold air hit my bare skin, but before I could feel the cold, Gabi’s mouth drifted down.

  I involuntarily sank my nails into her shoulder as a wave of pleasure crashed through me. Gabi’s lips nibbled teasingly, and my entire body tingled when she sucked lightly on the hard, swollen nub before switching to the other side. The light, feathery strokes of her tongue sent waves of pleasure crashing through me. Oh my God, it felt so good! I gasped and moaned as her hot, wet tongue swirled around it.

  I tried to pull her shirt off, but she stopped my hands. “Oh no, babe,” she said sweetly. “Not right now. It’s all about you. I don’t want you distracting me. All in good time.”

  Tremors went through me as her hand slipped in between the waistband of my satin shorts. Her fingers flicked at my panties, and I bit my lip to keep in the cry of pleasure.

  “Oh no, Connie,” she breathed. Her cheeks were flushed, and she grinned at me. “Don’t hold back. I want to hear you.”

  When she slid my silk panties to the side, I couldn’t help it; I begged unapologetically. “Please,” I moaned. “Please, oh please.” I’d never wanted anything more in that moment than for Gabi to touch me, stroke me, make me come…

  She grinned devilishly again. “If you insist,” she breathed, and her fingers dipped in the junction between my wet, quivering thighs.

  I bucked my hips and groaned as her fingers swirled around, sending electric shocks through me, my blood boiling with desire and my heart pounding in my chest. She knew exactly what I wanted; her skilled fingers caressed the hard bump near the top of my wet lips, and I could feel my hot, slick juices soaking my panties.

  My pleasure peaked, and I could feel the approaching climax. I welcomed it, wanting nothing more than to come, but before I could, Gabi snatched her fingers away.

  “What the hell!” I growled, disappointed. I trembled on the bed, and Gabi grinned at me devilishly.

  “Who says you get to have all the fun?” she asked. “It’s my turn now. Then you can come.”

  My disappointment vanished on the spot, and I gripped her wrists and rolled her over on the bed, straddling her. She wriggled her hips, and my heart leapt as I felt her own hot juices soaking through her shorts.

  I didn’t have the patience to be slow and teasing; I practically ripped her shirt from her body and slipped my hand up her pink, lacy bra. Her breath caught in her throat as I pinched her hard little nipple lightly, tugging on it and teasing it. I tugged at her bra with my teeth, inching it up, until her perfect breasts sprang free. I uttered a little gasp; they were even more lovely than I’d dreamt.

  My tongue dipped and swirled around her hard pink peak, and her soft squeal of delight inflamed my mind and fanned the flames of my desire.

  I pulled away, and she groaned with disappointment.

  I grinned. “See how it feels?”

  “Yeah, it sucks,” she growled. She sat up and took me in her lap. I wrapped my legs around her waist, and her arms encircled my body as we kissed, our tongues entangling.

  Gabi slowly and teasingly gyrated her hips, grinding herself against me, and I could feel how hot and wet she was through her shorts. I moaned a little; she was driving me crazy!

  She pulled me backwards, tumbling me against the soft pillows, and before I knew it she was slipping my shorts off. I lay completely naked except for my pink silk panties. Her eyes crawled eagerly over them.

  “Not yet,” I somehow managed to say, stopping her hands as she reached for them. “Now you.”

  She flashed me the same devilish grin from before, and my blood boiled with renewed fiery lust. “Greedy,” she purred, but she slipped off her bra completely, then her shorts. My breath caught; she was wearing a tiny red thong, and it completely displayed the curves of her firm, round butt.

  “Satisfied?” she said with a crooked smile as she did a slow, sensuous dance on her knees for me, tossing her hips back and forth. I was mesmerized by her tight, tanned body.

  “Not yet,” I panted, and I reached up, gripping her panties and painstakingly slipping them down around her thighs. My breathing was loud and ragged in my ears. She was completely naked now, and fuck, she was even more perfect than in my dream.

  Gabi moved down on the bed, and I was too distracted by the sight of her to realize right away what she was doing; but when I did, I whimpered with anticipation.

  Gabi positioned herself between my legs, and my entire body quivered with anticipation. Never in my entire life had I been this aroused; I ached with the overpowering need to be taken and made to come.

  Her tongue flicked out, teasing the top of my panties, and I leaned my head back against the pillows. “Oh, God,” I moaned as her teeth lightly grazed me through the fabric.

  She gripped the panties in her mouth and eased them down. Now I was completely exposed, and Gabi gazed at me for a single heart-stopping moment. Her eyes glinted with her own hunger.

  Her plump lips trailed along the inside of my quivering thigh, smearing the juices that had collected there.

  “Hurry up!” I gasped. Why was she taking so long? I want to come, dammit!

  “Don’t rush me,” she teased, tracing my outer folds slowly with her fingertip, collecting the slick wetness. “I’ll make you come when I’m damn good and ready.”

  My protest died on my lips as Gabi’s mouth settled between my legs. Pure molten pleasure jolted through me as Gabi’s tongue swirled around the hard, swollen bump near the top of my lips. I let out a squeal as she traced circles around it, and when she very lightly sucked on it, I slammed my teeth together to keep in the scream threatening to burst out of me.

  God, she knew exactly what she was doing! Her tongue flicked across the most sensitive part of my clit, driving the pleasure through me mercilessly. I was completely helpless in the face of it.

  Still licking eagerly, her fingers parted my folds, and one of her fingers teased my wet, slick entrance, swirling around it while I trembled and begged. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she slipped it inside.

  “Ohh, fuck, Gabi!” I moaned, tossing my hips as she slid her fingers back and for
th, in and out, filling me again and again. She slipped another finger in, than another, until I was completely filled. Her fingers pressed against the sensitive spot inside as she pumped them faster and faster.

  My pleasure peaked, and oh dear God, I was about to come, and nothing in the world could ever stop it.

  I arched my back as tremors shook my body, and my climax burst through me, as hot and powerful as an erupting volcano. Never in my life had I orgasmed this hard; I shook with the power of it, and bright colors danced across my vision. I couldn’t have stayed silent if my life depended on it; I let out a deep, throaty moan as wave after wave of pure electric pleasure coursed through me, obliterating everything in my mind but my desire.

  Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, it subsided, and Gabi pulled me against her as we sank down against the pillows. I felt warm and loose, completely relaxed as I bathed in the afterglow of my orgasm. She stroked my hair, and I snuggled against her, for the moment completely and utterly content with the world.

  I drifted off to sleep with Gabi’s hands entwined in mine, and there were no more bad dreams.

  Chapter Five

  In the week that followed that electric night, I finally began to heal—completely heal. Thanks to Gabi, I’d done what I thought was impossible; put aside my grief and exist in spite of it. I learned a valuable lesson—that pain was only crippling when you let it be, and that it did not have to define me.

  I felt more and more like my old self by the day.

  I finally begin to accept the fact that Tina’s death was not completely my fault. That I had failed her as a friend was true; I’d have to live with that fact for the rest of my life. But I couldn’t hold myself responsible for all the terrible things that happened in the world. All I could do was learn from my pain and swear to become the best possible person that I could, in honor of Tina.

  But I feared for Gabi.

  Not long after our night together, she called me to tell me that her parents had thrown away all of her liquor, and forbade her to buy more. I was secretly pleased; I didn’t like how much she drank, and suspected that she was using alcohol as a crutch. I thought that, without it, she could heal, too.