1.25 - Prog Rock
I was a little disappointed. "Aww. I wanted her to check mine first," I said, but then I remembered something. "Oh, hey! I can give Susan back that CD she lent me." I grabbed a disc on my desk, and dashed to the door. "Be right back!" I called, then stepped out into the hallway.
Susan lived just down the hall in 120. I had been meaning to get her CD back to her, after borrowing it several weeks ago, but it only just occurred to me to return it. Towards the end of the hallway, I saw Jennifer heading out. She looked like she might be heading for the pool, since she was just wearing her bikini and heels.
"Hi Heather, how's it going?" Jennifer waved as I passed.
"Oh, everything's great, 100%. How about you?" I asked.
She beamed at me. "Same here. 100% Have a great evening."
I bit my lip as I watched her stride down the hall to the front door of the building. Damn, I thought to myself, I'm not normally into women, but I can see what my boyfriend likes about our asses. I shook myself out of the thought distractedly. What was I doing? Oh yeah, I was going to lend Susan that new CD I got.
I knocked on Susan's door. "It's open," she called from inside. I let myself in.
Susan kept an absolutely pristine dorm room. Like the ever studious girl she was, she sat diligently at her laptop, typing away at the keyboard. She was still dressed in her cheerleading outfit from practice. I looked at the clock. She must have been working on this paper for nearly four hours. It looked way over my head. "Hey, Susan, how's it going?"
"Pretty good." She rubbed her eyes. "I dunno, I feel like I'm only about 90, maybe 95% right now."
"Sus, it's Saturday night, and you're cooped up in here studying? You need to stop messing around with that computer and find yourself a boyfriend." Susan's dateless life was sometimes a sore spot for her. She glared at me in irritation.
"You didn't just come down the hall to criticize my love life, did you?"
"Hey, I didn't mean to start a fight, calm down! Remember that CD I mentioned?" I held up the disc.
"No." She furrowed her brow. "When did you mention it?"
"You know, it was back in..." I thought back, trying to remember. It had been earlier today, I know, but... "Ah, it's not important. Anyway, this CD is absolutely amazing. Some of the best music I've ever listened to. You'll love it, I promise." I held the disc out for her. She looked skeptical.
"Just put it over with the stereo. I'll listen to it later, okay?"
"Hey, don't be such a sourpuss. At least listen to the first track." Without waiting for her response, I popped the disc into the drive tray and hit play. Velvety smooth music filled the room. "Doesn't that sound great?"
Susan was grimacing weirdly, like she was almost in pain. "Heather, what the hell is that? Is the CD scratched or something?" She was almost shouting, as if the music was somehow extremely loud.
"What are you talking about? It sounds fine to me." I swayed with the music, feeling like an exotic dancer. Maybe I should show my boyfriend these moves the next time I see him.
"Heather this is just static. It's not music, there's no... It's..." She trailed off, blinking. She looked confused, then a wave of realization washed across her face. "Oh. Oh yeah. Okay, I see. Yes, I understand." She stood, closing her laptop. "Heather, where did you get this music? It's great! Really soothing, but energizing too. I really feel 100% now!"
I was delighted. "I'm so glad you like it! It's my boyfiend's band. Well, not really a band, he puts the tracks together by himself. Here, let me give him a call, you can talk to him." I pulled out my cell phone and dialed his number from memory. Weird. Didn't I save his number as a contact? I should do that soon. After a few rings, he picked up.
"Hello?" he said.
"Hey lover, it's Heather. Hey, I just played that CD you gave me for my friend Susan, and she loves it! She'd really like to talk to you."
"Oh yeah? Awesome. Hand her the phone and strip naked, okay?"
I grinned, exstatic. "Watever you say, lover." I passed the phone to Susan, and started shimmying out of my shorts.
Susan put the phone to her ear, excited to speak to the guy who made that incredible sound. "Hello? Yes, this is Susan. I just listened to it. It was absolutely amazing, Heather was right." She paused, listening. "Yeah, she's just taking off her panties now. Should I help her or something?" Pause. "The school cheerleader uniform. It's got tights and a sort of fake panty on the outside, under the skirt." I pulled my top off and waited patiently to talk to my boyfriend again. "Underneath? I usually wear a thong, but I've got some kinkier stuff if you want. No, I don't usually wear bras, but I've got a few swimsuit tops." She put her hand over the mouthpiece on the phone, whispering loudly to me. "He wants you to bend over and spread your legs for a minute. I've got to do a monthly on you."
I nodded, happy to help. The monthlies were a great way to relieve a bit of stress. I bent over the back of Susan's chair, eagerly anticipating her delicate touch on my thigh, my senses stretched to the breaking point. The moment her hand came into contact with me, pleasure coursed through my entire body. I nearly screamed, shouting... I don't know what I said, but I know it was the most true, most fundamental expression of my feelings for my boyfriend. I was so overwhelmed, I must have passed out for a few minutes. The next thing I knew, I was standing upright again, and Susan was gently stroking the back of my head. She was still talking to my boyfriend on the phone.
"That's all three of those cartridge thingies. Yes, I did just like you asked for each one, so they've all been overwritten." She paused again. "I think so. Hang on, I'll check." Susan tapped me on the shoulder. "Hey, can you help me get my tights down? It's a little tough to do one-handed, and he still wants to talk to me." I nodded, happy to oblige. I was so glad that Susan and my boyfriend were getting along so well. "Yes, she's helping me get the tights down. Do you want me to take them off, or...? Okay, I'll tell her." She tapped me on the shoulder again. "He says just far enough for me to get at my pussy."
Reaching down under her skirt, Susan probed around with her finger for a few seconds before pulling her sticky, wet finger back out. "Yes, completely. Huh? I don't know." She licked her finger experimentally a few times. "Strawberry, I think. Heather, what do you think?" Susan held her hand out to me.
Without hesitation, I popped the finger into my mouth, sucking the juices off as completely as I could. "Definitely strawberry," I agreed.
"She says strawberry, too. No, that's true, our sense of taste may not be completely accurate." A longer pause. "Really? Yes, of course I will! Absolutely! Sure, no problem. I'll tell her right away. Okay, thank you! Thank you so much! I love you!" She folded up the phone handing it back to me.
"Well?" I asked, expectantly.
"He asked me out! I've got a boyfriend!" She nearly jumped in a cheer, but the tights hindered her leg movement. "Better take these off for now, he wanted me to get naked for a while."
I was overjoyed. I had hoped that Susan would get along with my boyfriend, but I had never dreamed that I would get to share him with her so completely. Susan was quickly slipping out of her uniform.
"Hey, can I get your opinion on something?" She asked.
"Absolutely, Sus, what's up?"
"Well, he said he wanted to fuck me in my tights later tonight. Should I cut a hole in them, or tear them, or just let him take care of it when the time comes?"
"Definitely cut a hole. It saves time, and it won't mess up the tights for future use. In the future, I'd just start getting crotchless, though."
Susan gently nudged me away from her chair, bending over the back of it herself. "Good idea. I really should look into getting some crotchless tights." She looked over her shoulder at me. "He said he wanted you to do a process 12 on me, do you know what that means?"
Process 12? What did she... Oh, she meant a Process 12. "Oh yeah, it's kind of like a monthly, but I change some things instead of saving them." I ran my hand up her inner thigh. "You'll like this part," I said.
-Later-
I nearly skipped all the way back to my dorm room. I was so glad Susan had finally found a boyfriend, and even better, he was my boyfriend too! Reaching my room, I opened the door. Lyn seemed to be getting ready for her night out, and Rebecca was poking at her little hand-held computer thing.
"How's everything going?" I asked.