Adri;
"Bye James" I say as I slowly close the door behind him. I walked towards the bathroom and opened the door leading my way to the shower. Turning the knob just to the right temperature I strip down from the large T-Shirt I had on from one of the guys I slept with and proceeded to step in the shower. With the warm shower drops hitting my sore skin was turning me on. Grabbing the shower spray and putting it between my legs turning the water setting to jet for the full vibration. Every time the spray of water hits the tip of my clit I bite my lip even more and my eyes roll to the back of my head... This is one of my many ways of satisfaction. Couple of minutes later I felt the warm juices of mine flow out of my body like a river, I slid down my shower wall and closed my eyes getting myself together so I can finish my shower and get ready to head to class. Once I fully washed my body I got out the shower wrapped a towel around me and headed towards the sink so I could brush my teeth... If there's is one thing I hate it's leaving my place without my teeth being cleaned, even if I had to bring my tooth brush and tooth paste in my backpack and brush them at school I would. Anyway I was fully done using the bathroom and headed towards my apartment closet. I pulled out a crop top, high waste jeans, and a red and black plaid shirt to tie around my waist. And to top it all off I pulled out my Timbs so you know I was going to kill it. Fully dressed and ready I head out the door closing it behind me.
AT SCHOOL.
Sam Houston was the college of all colleges... well at least to me it was. Ever since I was little I dreamt of going to this school and I finally made it. I knew I was making both of my parents proud. When I was 14 my dad was shot and killed due to a drug gang set up, and my mom didn't know what to do when he died so she killed her self. She just left me and brother here all alone because she was a quitter and she was too selfish to even think about how her death would affect her kids! When they died I had to focus on getting me and my brother back on track, and that's exactly what happened. Both me and brother graduated high-school and now we're both in college; he's a freshman and I'm a senior. I'm so proud of him and myself. I was able to keep him of drugs and stay in school and same goes for me. Anyway as I walk to my first class I seen Jaheem. Jaheem is a brown skin 6'5" with a curly Afro with a nice fade in the back, plus he's a senior like me. I've wanted to get a taste of him but every-time I try to say something to him he just gives me this look. A look that says "I don't fuck with you",but I know one day this year I'll be sure to get a taste of him.
"May I help you??" I heard and deep a and serene voice ask as I was pulled out of my thoughts. When I looked up I noticed it was Jaheem in the flesh. I could see his broad 6 pack right through that plain white t-shirt he had on, I was instantly getting wet just by looking at his fine ass. "Uh no I was just looking." I said shyly. "Well you need to keep your eyes to yourself unless you have something to say. It's rude to stare didn't your parents teach you that or you just have no type of home training. Matter of fact don't answer that, by the multiple dudes I hear you sleep with gives me my answer right there. Look I have class and I don't have time for you so yea. And keep your eyes to yourself." To be honest whenever a guy calls me out or whatever it usually doesn't bother me but with Jaheem it was different... That actually hurt to hear him say.
Photography Class
Photography was my way to escape from all my inside issues I deal with, but mainly to stay away from sex and drama with everyone else because of what I do. Photography allows me to say how I feel without letting any words come out of mouth and only people who are like me can understand, NO OUTSIDERS ALLOWED. In this class I keep to myself I avoid making friends in class especially with females because I knew that friendship wouldn't last long since I fuck up all the time. I was setting in the back of the class when my ex best friend Dollia walked into the room. Dollia is a brown skin girl with natural curls (nice and fluffy) only 5'4" and is the sweetest person ever, well except me now. But I don't blame her for being mad at me, I mean I did sleep with her boyfriend multiple times, and now I regret ever doing it because I lost the only person that didn't judge me even with my sex addiction. As she walked through the door we locked eyes at the same time and the look in her eye was setting mines on fire, she soon turned her head to the teacher who was waiting for her to take a seat. "Sorry Ms. Harris I lost track of time."; she explained. "It's okay Dollia take I seat". Due to the fact that she showed up to class later her usual seat was taken and the only open seat was right next to me, I knew she wasn't happy because she took her sweet time just to sit down. "Look just because I'm sitting right here doesn't mean we're friends this is a one time thing okay? Great."; she told me without even looking at me. I wanted to respond but they was no good so I just keep my head facing the front of class listen to Ms. Harris give out a project. " So today I'm assigning a project that will take the whole year. For the project I want you to make a slide show using pictures that describe how your final year in college changed you as a person. Describe to me how you became a better person, how it help you find relationships or even mend broken ones. I want this project to come from the heart." She explained. I dreaded this project nothing about my Senior year was anything sweet, and I don't want to make a power point on how I became a sex addict in college. " Ugh": I sighed as I put my head down and fell asleep.
1hr 1/2 later
I walked back into my dorm and thought about this project I had to do. I didn't know where to start because I didn't have a place to start. I don't want to present my project infront of my whole school just so I can hear them say what kind of girl I am or how I won't make it in life. I needed to get my final year in college togehter before it was to late.
