As I look at her side of the room, memories of the previous night come flooding back. Part of me is convinced I had dreamed the whole thing. Bringing a hand to my mouth, I tentatively lick a finger. The taste there is not my own. It wasn't a dream after all.
I lay back down on my bed, it is too late to attempt to catch the end of my lecture class. My mind is trying to make sense of last night's encounter. I'm asking myself question after question.
Do I tell my boyfriend?
Do I want it to happen again?
Do I want to let Heather's boyfriend watch us the next time we're together.
This is going to require a lot more thought than I currently want to give the matter.
I close my eyes, hoping I'll get a bit more sleep and then I can get on with my day. Just the memories of last night, the smell and taste on my fingers, the stickiness I feel on my thighs is making it impossible to sleep. I'll have to give up my quest for more sleep today.
Picturing Heather's head between my legs, I feel myself becoming aroused again. I feel that lovely warmth and tingling between my legs begin. Moisture is forming there, slowly leaking out between my pussy lips. I'm going to have to take care of this before I'll get anything else done.
I roll over and open my bedside drawer, pulling out my favorite dildo. It's bright pink, soft to the touch, but firm enough for my needs. My boyfriend bought it for me. He felt I needed something pink in my life. He has often complained that I wear too many dark colors. He even gave it a nick name for me, Pinky. I laugh every time I think about the fact that my dildo has a name.
Bringing it to my mouth, I push it in coating it with my saliva. I'm wet enough now, but I like the extra lubrication. I push back the covers and spread my legs. Using one hand, I gently rub my lips and clit. Closing my eyes I can see Heather's dark hair and olive skin. I picture how her dark nipples had hardened when I took one them in my lips. I can feel my fingers becoming wetter. I bring Pinky down to my pussy and spreading my lips with one hand, I start to slide it in.
My mouth opens and I let out a sigh as I feel it stretching and filling me. I let my legs relax and open wider as I push Pinky deeper inside of me. I soon have most of it filling my pussy. Smiling, I start moving the dildo in and out faster. As I'm doing this I can hear an audible sound. My pussy is now dripping wet and pinky is making lovely squishing noises as I slide it in and out. I'm driving it deeper each time as my other hand rubs and pinches my clit.
The thoughts of Heather, her breasts, smooth skin and beautiful pussy are driving me further. I fuck myself harder, my hips moving rhythmically up and down. Remembering the smell and taste of her pussy causes me to rub my clit ever harder. I can feel my orgasm beginning. I squeeze my muscles more tightly around my toy.
As I allow my mind to drift back to last night's memories, I cum. Shoving pinky in as deep as I can and giving my clit one last pinch, I fall over the edge. I stretch out my legs as I arch my back. I allow my orgasm to wash over me, my hips continuing to move. I'm trying to keep Pinky inside of me. Breathing heavily, I slowly start to relax. I lay there enjoying the languorous feeling I experience after an orgasm.
My skin is covered in goose bumps now. With a trembling hand, I pull out the dildo and lay still on the bed, my eyes closed. I'm just savoring the mental pictures I've painted in my head. That's enough time for myself, I think. Reluctantly, I leave my warm bed and pink friend to start my day.
On my way out I stop at the front desk downstairs. I put in a request for a new bed, reporting the damaged one. I almost have second thoughts. If Heather doesn't get a new bed, will she be forced to share mine again tonight? With mixed feelings, I leave them with the order.
I go to class, not absorbing half of their teachings. My mind refuses to concentrate on anything but Heather and thoughts of what's next.
Will tonight be a repeat performance?
Will Mark be there and will he be watching?
How do I feel about him watching and would I let him participate?
Almost giddy with these thoughts swirling in my head, I return to my dorm in the evening. Opening the door, I'm delighted to find Heather is back. She's alone studying at her desk. I also see a new bed has been brought in. Sadly I look at my bed and wonder if we'll continue to share it. Seeing me, Heather jumps up and rushes over to me. She gives me a big hug and a long lingering kiss passionately on the lips.
"Are you okay?" she asks, "I hope you're not having any doubts about last night and what a good time we had."
I have to admit to her I am still a bit torn about my feelings.
"I loved what we did together, but I'm still a little shocked by it.