"Jaqueline!" I yelled as ran towards her. I saw her as she was presumably walking back to her dorm. Her dark hair shining in the sun, her hips swaying as she walked, her apple bottom jeans making her ass- nevermind. She turned around quickly, her book almost falling from her hands. "OMG Anita, -what's going on, did something happen. In-between breaths, I huffed out, " I-I missed you. I gave her a smug smile and she rolled her pretty little eyes.
"I can't believe you. You know I love you and all but damn, girl, we literally saw each other yesterday at our last class." She giggled. I gave her a pouty look and she started laughing. "I missed you too." We both shared a warm hug, and she asked me about the project due on Monday. "I haven't started on the essay for it, you think you could gimme some of your notes", I looked to her trying to give a pity face but all I got was a roll of the eyes. "c'mon Jaque' you know I'm good for it. I promise I'll pay you back." "Yeah okay, whatever you say, Anita. But this is the last time." She sighed, then shook her head and gave me a soft smile.
We both walked to her dorm, where I was hit with the smells of herbs and incents. "Damn Jaque, how many incents do you burning right now, could be a fire hazard if you ask me. I always loved her room: The fake vines on the walls, the hanging plants, her collection of smell goods and oils, and how every time I left, I always smelled like her.
Like her incents.
"Don't judge me now, you know I love to have a smell, even if it is a hundred different ones. She'd left to go and get her notes-as usual-while I waited on the bed. I wish I had her bed; it was always somehow way softer than mine. Even though she'd only been gone for a couple minutes, I'd started to get a little bored. I remembered she'd told me she'd gotten a new side table since her old rickety one finally caved in and broke. She was so happy because this one had way more drawers and it had wheels so she could 'take it wherever she goes'.
Cute
It was nice; it was just plain old white until she decorated it with, stickers, little doodles, and ashes from her incents. I look inside, searching for one of her many, many fidget toys to play with when I got to the bottom drawer and saw it.
A hot pink dildo
Hot
Pink
Dildo
Poorly hidden under junk and hair bands. I knew I should touch other people toys, but I picked it up and looked at it.
The sporadic veins, long and girthy, and the-quite literally- bright pink tip. She sure knows what she likes. As I was planning to put it back, as if nothing happened, I noticed a bracelet at the base of it. A rainbow rubber band bracelet with A + J in beads in it. The friendship bracelet I'd made for her years ago in highschool. She kept it, around this? Then I wondered, does she fuck herself with this on it.
Does she think of me while she rides it?
Does she..Cum..To me?
"What the hell are you doing?!" She screamed, running to me, and snatching the dildo out my hand. I didn't know how to respond, I don't know what to say. Do I ask about the bracelet? Do I tell her I was thinking about her Cumming to me?
Do I tell her I like that idea?
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I was just bored, and I was looking for a fidget toy, and- and I'm really, really sorry. I should have just stayed in my seat, I didn't mean to-" She stopped me mid-sentence, "It's okay, Anita. It was just a stupid toy. She goes to put it back in the drawer, but I grab her hand. She looks at me confused and embarrassed.
"I- I liked what was around it. I look into her eyes and ask, "Did you mean to do that?
"I-I-um.." I can tell she's struggling to find the right words. Her chubby cheeks red and flustered. I pull her arm closer to me so that our faces are just inches away. "Did you'- Her breathing gets deeper- 'Or did you not'- Her eyes begin tracing from mine to my lips-'Mean it? Her eyes close and she pushes her soft, pink lips to mine. The kiss is short, sweet, and passionate. She pulls back and her eyes search my face for an answer.
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