We Met In A Library-Ch. 8

When I return to my dorm, I find a naked woman in my bed. Confused after a filling meal, I turn to my roommate?s bed and see he?s passed out as well. I try shaking the woman. She groans and rolls over; her breasts exposed to the cool air and her nipples were erect.I look at the window with a blank face. Why does this always happen? I grab her clothes off the floor and drape them over her chest and shake her again. This time she stirs, a bit annoyed to be woken, but when she sees me crouched by the bed, she startles.?Oh, you must be Eric?s roommate.? She holds a hand to her mouth as she whispers, sitting up and holding the sheet to cover herself. I nod and she blushes. ?Give me a sec.?I step away from the bed with my back to her as she puts her clothes on. ?Shit.? Resisting the urge to turn around, I stuff my hands in my pockets and wait.After a moment, she puts a hand on my shoulder. As I turn Yozgat Escort to face her, she gives me a gentle peck on the cheek. ?Thanks for being so cool about this.? I nod and straighten my bed out as she creeps to the door.From the corner of my eye, I see her pause by Eric?s bed. She checks me first, but I continue to sort out the comforter and pillow. She lifts the blanket and ducks under for a moment. I shake my head and grab my shower caddy.When I turn around, she?s at the door looking back at me. ?Thanks again.? She whispers. ?If you find my panties, just give them to Eric and he can return them to me.?I stand awkwardly in the middle of the room as she shuts the door. If Eric weren?t such a heavy sleeper, I?d make him get up and look for her, but even she gave up tonight.I shower quickly, trying to stifle thoughts of you, ignoring my swelling sausage, and hop Yozgat Escort Bayan into bed. You haunt my dreams as a faceless woman I chase around, but can never catch.In the morning I?m pitching a tent. Eric is gone and I don?t have classes until late morning. After dealing with my member and shooting a load into some dirty boxers, thinking of you, I go searching for you around campus.For three days, I try to find you. I can?t find your car in the parking lot or spot you anywhere on campus. You?re like a phantom or figment of my imagination, but I know you were real. As active as my fantasies can be, I would never have come up with your performance in the library.Frustrated and unable to sleep the next day, I decide to hit the gym to work out my emotions. It?s way earlier than anyone else would ever go to the gym, but it?s typically open twenty-four-seven.As I cross Escort Yozgat the street to the sports facility, the dark lights worry me. I?m bundled up against the cold with only thin gym clothes on underneath. If it?s locked, I?m going to kick myself.I shuffle to the doors and pull. They?re open, but the lights are off. I don?t know where to turn them on, but with the streetlamps outside, there?s enough light for me to find the gym doors.Before I can grab the door handle, I hear a groan. At first, my heart races, startled by the noise. I see movement in the dim gym and pause. Surely no one would work out in the dark. I knew where the lights were here, but instead of stepping in, I walk down the hall, peering through the large windows.No. Fucking. Way.My heart leaps into my throat, and my head feels light. In the middle of the dark gym, working out, is you. I?m so excited I almost rush back to the doors, but you gasp and I freeze in my tracks. Looking closer, I can make out what exercise you?re doing, though I can?t tell the weight. You grunt again, which isn?t out of place at the gym, but something about your voice makes my blood run hot beneath my skin.