Freshman(11)

I could hear Anna gasp quietly over the phone as I squeezed my eyes shut and fingered my pussy, imagining letting Tyler bend me over his desk and bury every thick inch of that cock inside my virgin cunt.





“I-” I could hear Anna take a gasping breath. “I have to go,” she said quickly.





“Yeah, uh, me too,” I said, biting my lip and forcing my fingers to stop for a moment. “So, tomorrow?”





“Yeah, train station,” She said quickly and breathlessly. “Don’t stand me up, punk,” she finished with a giggle.





I’d barely hung up the phone before I was gasping into my pillow as my fingers plunged into my dripping wet slit, coming hard to the image of Tyler Weaver taking me for the first time.





*****





There was one second of blushed awkwardness when I met up with Anna at the train station the next day. One quick look exchanged between the two of us, knowing fully well what had happened on the phone. But it was quickly brushed aside in the emotional madness of hugging parents and dragging suitcases onto the train. And then we were off, and that singular moment was forgotten as we plunged head-first into life away from home.





Chapter 7

Christina





Anna and I fell into the routine of being college freshman pretty quickly. We debated and then agreed on how we wanted to decorate our dorm room, figured out which days of the week had the best food at the cafeteria, and learned that homework at college was a whole other level than what we’d seen in high school.





So time passed quickly as we got into the day-in and day-out of college life. We didn’t have a lot of classes together, which was probably a good thing since it got us to be social besides with each other. We went to parties, learned to appreciate cheap beer, and even flirted with boys. But night after night, even when we did go out, we’d always end up back at our dorm room, just the two of us.





And I was pretty good with that.





I mean, yeah, there were cute boys at school, and it was exciting to be out in the real world knowing that we could make whatever decisions regarding that subject that we wanted to. But none of them ever seemed to make the cut, to either of us. The funny thing was, Anna and I had both waited all this time without giving it up, and all the while, we’d talked about how exciting college was going to be with experimenting with sex and all that.





Except now that we were here, we weren’t. Because now it seemed like it’d have been this big waste if we just gave it up to the first cute boys who said hi to us at college. Plus, college guys as it turns out, were gross, and crude, and obnoxious. Going out to parties at college always felt like you were being hunted by guys. Even the nice ones always acted like they were trying to swindle you out of something, and neither of us wanted anything to do with that.





And so there we were, a month into college. Two virgin best friends, living together. All we needed were some cats and a knitting hobby and we’d be the perfect cliche.





*****





It was three weeks into school, the weather outside grey and rainy, when I groaned and dropped the book I was studying into my lap. Okay, as much fun as I was having being out in the real world with my best friend, I had to admit it: I was homesick.





I sighed heavily, and Anna looked up as I made a face. “Do you want to home this weekend?”





“Oh my God, yes,” she said with a groan.





“Really?”





“Hell yes, Chris,” She said with a big grin. “And I’m bringing all the laundry to do, too.”





We started to laugh before she gave me a look, raising her eyebrows. “So, gonna make any plans to go over to Mr. Weaver’s house?”





I blushed furiously. Neither of us had really brought that up since that night on the phone, as if talking about Tyler would also bring up a conversation about what had happened on the phone that night. “Oh, uh, no, of course not,” I said quickly.





Anna grinned. “Oh relax, I’m only teasing.” She picked her book back up but then dropped it to arch a brow at me again. “But you have been thinking about it.





All the time.





I thought about what I’d seen and heard that night at Tyler’s house all the damn time. Mostly when I could hear the sounds of Anna’s breathing as she slept across the room, when I let my fingers slip over my clit and held my breath to keep from moaning out loud. I still had the panties he’d jerked his cock with, too. I mean, I’d washed them, but I still brought them out sometimes late at night and held them in my hand, feeling my pulse jump as I imagined him wrapping them around that huge cock of his and moaning my name.