Deborah Westbrook's POV:
I nodded, trying to keep my cool, but in my thoughts, I jumped with joy. For the first time in my life, I finally had a little connection with the opposite gender.
All I could remember was his acceptance to talk to someone like me. Every other word he said didn't matter to me, as I rushed back to my dorm, all I could think about was getting close to him.
I was more excited when it came to telling my roommate, Catherine. I barged into my dorm room, a smile on my face, but I stopped.
The happiness on my face had faded. Now I was disgusted.
Catherine was known for doing a lot of crazy things, I wasn't surprised. But what I saw made it feel like she had gone too far.
Catherine was on top of the bed we shared, naked, her legs spread and her back arched while a male student engaged in intense sex.
The moaning was unbearable to hear and that slapping sound every time he moved his hips. I was sure I could even see splashing of liquids on the bed.
In that moment, I regretted ever coming back early. One time I had caught her often using rubber toys to pleasure herself on most occasions.
Now she was at the mercy of a male student, used as some pleasure toy bought off some website.
I had no words to say. The two had already noticed me as I turned my gaze away, trying to stop myself from throwing up.
The only thing I remembered was the swearing as they noticed they had been caught.
"Fuck.... Holy shit!"
"Seriously guys... Can you do this somewhere else?" I said to them.
Catherine lay on the bed, still indifferent about everything. As for the guy, he ran away, his dick covered with his clothes.
I lifted my gaze, never forgetting to shut the door behind me before facing Catherine with a look of pure disappointment. She could see it, but I was sure that didn't bother her at all.
"Well, that was awkward," said Catherine, being the indifferent child. "I thought you would be swooning around in the library by now, why are you here?"
I couldn't believe her. Why was she asking what I was doing there? This was the room we both shared when I got admission.
"Are you serious?," I asked, trying to be sure she was joking, "Why on earth are you fucking around with some..... guy on our bed?"
Catherine simply rolled her eyes, an act that usually got to me, "Relax," she said, "This is a dorm, people have sex all the time!"
Initially, I wanted to continue with the argument, but Catherine was the type to never care about things, even when her life depended on it.
I simply sighed, putting a stop to the argument with a calm and collected,
"Whatever."
I couldn't make out what came out of her lips, but I knew she chuckled at yet another win of the day. Though, I couldn't care less, I was only bothered about how I looked, if I was nice looking enough to show my face.
I took a short glance at the mirror on the dressing table. Did my hair look right? Was I presentable enough?
The thoughts were exhausting. Then came Catherine's voice who probably noticed what I was trying to do.
"Is anything the matter?"
I turned to her, seeing the look of concern etched in her face. I ignored it, leaving behind a hostile, "It's.... nothing," before doing so.
For a second, I thought she would leave me alone, but I was wrong. Now she was behind me, her arms around me, then she whispered.
"Is it a boy?"
What? How did she know? I turned to her, shocked by that lucky guess. The look on her face showed that I knew she was right.
Though, the truth was evident, I tried to deny it.
"N-no.... It's nothing... as I said, go put on some clothes,"
Catherine didn't listen, she came closer now, tickling me, "Oh yes there's something alright," she said with a smile.
I struggled with her, laughing out loud, "Stop!" I repeated.
Finally, I broke and decided to tell Catherine. "Alright, there is a guy. He's new, in the same department as me," I explained.
The look on Catherine's face was priceless. She grinned, cutting this strange side-eyed glance. To be honest, only the almighty knew what was on her mind.
"What's his name?" she asked.
"Why do you wanna know?" I asked.
Now I was proud. Catherine was always the type to tease me or leave me in the dark when it came to asking questions, now it was my turn.
Catherine was frustrated by this, "Ah," she muttered, "I see what you're doing. Fine then, don't tell me, I don't care"
As she said that, I knew that she definitely did want to know. I slowly turned back to the mirror, glaring at her with that smile she always gave me.
"Fine! Please tell me already?!"
She had finally broken, not being able to bear the thought of not knowing who this mystery guy was. Now my head has gotten bigger.
The prideful look I gave her was priceless. I couldn't see it, but she could and she wasn't too happy about it.
Now that she insisted on knowing. It was appropriate that I told her.
"Well, since you wanted to know so bad, his name is Terry Cassius"
Now the look on Catherine's face was beginning to trouble me. The smile on her face—the raising of eyebrows.
The expression was already getting uncomfortable, "What?" I asked. I couldn't help but smile awkwardly as well.
"Tell me," said Catherine, "When and where are you meeting him?"
"Umm.. after class, tomorrow," I replied.
Then, Catherine asked a question that implied I fucked up.
"Did you get his number?"
Fuck? At this point, I already messed up. When making friends, it was only normal to get the contact information of such a person.
"Shit?" I said, slamming my palm against my forehead.
I could tell Catherine was disappointed. She stood to her feet and then placed her hands on her hips.
"Are you fucking serious?!" she muttered, her strong English accent adding spice to the disappointment.
I mean. It was just a number, there was nothing wrong, but Catherine was quite the playgirl.
If she could screw up with just a guy's dick, she could handle more if she wasn't stopped. That day, we had argued nonstop about the contact collection.
Catherine had even taught me how I could approach a guy. Though all that just left my mind, I could only remember the fact that she gave me some of her special clothing which she used to seduce guys. It was already getting late by the time we were done and it could've been at least 10 pm before we slept off.
Whatever happened that night was a blur.
The next morning was a real pain in the ass as usual. Getting up from your bed felt like the whole dorm was placed on your back.
Like every normal get-ready-with-me content creator. I prepared for the morning class.
Professor Harry had mentioned an assignment. I was lucky enough to do it while Catherine pestered me last night.
Glad she did, because she was out cold on the bed, not moving.
Though, this class wasn't an issue, meeting him was. I never knew how to talk to guys, but I pushed myself into it.
I remembered stopping at the entrance of the 19th hall, taking in a few deep breaths, clad in the skimpy outfit Catherine offered me, some medium, tight-fitting outfit that hugged your figure like a bear.
It was uncomfortable, but it did the work when it came to bringing my ass out.
I remembered repeating to myself.
You can do this, You are strong and confident. And of course, sexy,"
When I stepped in, eyes were instantly on me. I didn't remember wasting much time. I quickly planted myself in an available seat as the class started and it felt like an eternity had gone by before it came to an end.
Despite all this, Terry was nowhere to be found, no matter how hard I looked. Classes had ended hours ago and I could recall sleeping off a couple of times at the library.
At this point, I was already disappointed, preparing myself to crawl into Catherine's arms and cry my eyes out.
"This was a mistake, I shouldn't have come," I whispered to myself before rising.
But I stopped. There he was, a book in his hand. From the look on his face, he seemed like he was surprised to meet me.
"Oh, I finally found you," he said.
I wanted to be mad at him, but those eyes, they were too intoxicating. At that point, I felt a strange rush in my heart. It was like my mind was taken over and I wasn't thinking straight.
So I sat back, never forgetting to fix the skimpy dress I wore.