growing crowd of hoots and howls. But that wasn’t good enough-if she was going to do it, she might as well go all the way. Shoving her chair forward, she used it to step up onto the table.
She heard the sounds of the crowd and was aware they were mostly guys, but her gaze fell onto Steve-Doc- as he stared up at her, almost hypnotized. She was topless, nearly nude except for the last wisp of white cotton material between her legs.
She turned around, her backside to Steve, slowly letting her panties roll down her ass.
They stuck slightly between her thighs and she tugged gently, bent almost in half, knowing he could see her pussy now from behind as she stepped out of them.
She stood up quickly, flipping her hair over her shoulder and swinging her panties around a finger. The crowd had moved in, making a close circle, the yowls and whoops growing even more excited now that she was completely exposed.
“Is that what you wanted?” Carrie turned and dropped her panties in Steve’s lap, seeing the unmistakable look of lust in his eyes-it was the same look they were all giving her, surrounding her.
“Come on down,” Maureen pleaded, standing to help her, and Carrie stepped onto her chair, then to the floor.
“Who’s the ice queen now?” Carrie turned to her friend and kissed her without provocation, bodies pressed together, tongues entwined. The crowd literally cheered.
“Okay, enough.”
Carrie barely heard the words, but she felt big, strong hands on her shoulders, and then Steve was separating the two women, pulling his t-shirt over her head.
“What are you doing?” Carrie tried to twist away from him but he caught her up against him tightly.
“This is going to get out of control,” he growled into her ear. “You’re drunk and have no idea what you’re doing.”
“What in the hell is going on here?” The voice that truly broke things up was James’-Maureen’s boyfriend. “You said you were going to be at the library!”
“James, I-” Maureen moved to cover herself, as if she were the one who was nude, while in reality she was almost fully dressed, except for her divested socks.
“Come with me. Now.” James grabbed Maureen’s arm and pulled her through the crowd-they were hissing and booing at the interruption in the show. Carrie called after her friend, but Steve pulled her in the opposite direction, leaving Mark, their last
“Where are we going?” Carrie tried again to yank out of his grip, but he was too strong, dragging her down a hallway and up a flight of stairs. She thought she heard voices following them, but the noise of the party was too loud for her to be sure.
“In here.” He unlocked a dorm room with a key he dug from his jean pockets-he was still just wearing his boxers, but he’d grabbed his jeans, and it looked like he’d managed to snag most of their other clothes as well.
“Hey, baby, where did you go?” Carrie heard voices in the stairwell now for sure.
“Come back and dance for us!”
Steve pushed her into the room and shut the door behind them, locking it and flipping a light switch.
“Where’d she go, man?” They were in the hallway now, pounding on doors.
“Fuck if I know, but I want some of that!” More pounding.
“What-?” Carrie started, but Steve’s hand over her mouth stopped her as the crowd passed, thumping loudly on the door and then moving to the next. It was only when the voices had moved to the end of the hallway that he let her go.
She gasped and glared at him. “What in the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Probably saving you from a gangbang.” He tossed their clothes onto one of the twin beds and sat on the other one. “That got totally out of hand.”
Carrie felt her face flush, and wasn’t sure if it was embarrassment or the effect of the alcohol she’d consumed all night. He was right-she was more than a little drunk, and remembering the show she’d just put on made her wince.
“I can handle myself.” She crossed her arms over her chest and sat on the other twin bed. The voices had faded, but she could hear them, downstairs now, calling. She was still wearing just his t-shirt and she pulled that down over her bare knees. He looked at her, amused.
“I guess we’re even now,” she said, peering around his dorm room. It was redolent with masculinity, the smell of aftershave and sweat. Her eyes met his questioning gaze for just a moment before skipping away. “Now you’ve seen me naked.”
“Not exactly even.” He grinned, leaning back on the bed and lacing his hands behind his head. “I haven’t seen you masturbating.”
Her spine straightened, eyes flashing. “Do you want to? I’m not frigid, you know.”
“I never said you were.” A smile still played over his lips. “If you were a prude, you never would have stayed to watch me.”
She blinked at him and then flushed. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m not.” His gaze held hers, bold.
“Where’s your roommate?” The more she looked around the room, the more she took in-the medical books lining a bookshelf in one corner; huge, oversize art books lining another. There was an easel on this side of the room, and a desk with drawing pads and pencils. The other desk was messy, full of papers and open texts.
“He’s out with his boyfriend.”
“Boy…friend?” She nodded then, understanding.
“He’s uh…well, I think he’s kind of got a crush on me.” Steve looked a little embarrassed at the admission.
“Which is why you were down in the showers that night instead of here in your room?”
“Something like that.” He shrugged, looking at the ceiling. “So tell me something…what were
“It’s closer,” she confessed. “I hate going all the way down the hall…”
He laughed. “Naughty girl.”
“Sometimes.” She hoped the dim lamp light hid some of the heat rising in her cheeks.
“And you found me jerking off and decided to watch?”
The heat was spreading from her cheeks down her chest. “Something like that.”
“Did it turn you on?” That look in his eyes was familiar. It was the same look he had on his face when he was watching her take off her panties.
“Yes,” she confessed.
“Did it make you wet?”
She didn’t have breath to speak now. She just nodded.
“Did it make you want to touch yourself?”
“I did.” The confessions just kept on coming. She couldn’t seem to help herself.
“You did?” He raised his eyebrows, looking even more interested.
She nodded, finding it hard to catch her breath, as if the air in the room had grown suddenly thin.
“Show me.”
She was remembering, the sound of him, the way he moaned and bucked and fisted himself into a frenzy. The way she’d rubbed her little clit raw while she watched.
“Just like this.” Carrie stood, her breathing shallow already, and lifted the end of his t-shirt up over her thighs, revealing the soft mound beneath. Her fingers slipped between her oh-so-very swollen pussy lips, looking at his face as she made circles against her clit, just as she had that night.
At first he just watched, his eyes glazed, mouth slightly open. Then his hand moved slowly down to touch himself through his boxers, rubbing there. She could see the outline of his cock and it made her touch herself even faster.
