Chapter 13
I felt stupid as I sat in the car back to campus. Why had he reacted like that when I kissed him? Why did he stop me before I took my underwear off?
What troubled me most, however, was the fact that I wanted him to enjoy my body as I stripped. I wanted him to want me to continue. I wanted him to want to see me naked. That he didn't seem to want it made me feel used, abused,and pathetic.
It was only about 10 PM when I got back and my dorm was alive with activity. I hadn't realized it but there was a party going on on the floor below me, and half the college seemed to be there. I could barely squeeze through the main doors to get up the stairs it was so rammed.
True to form I saw Tom and his football mates downing beers and chanting right in the center of the action, a crowd of female admirers giggling and laughing at their every joke, lame and base as they probably were. How could I talk about being base? I'd just been dancing in a f*cking strip club!
I pushed my way through the throng and up the stairs before finding some space on my own floor and settling in the solitude of my dorm. My mind was racing in a hundred different directions as the door opened and Tess came in.
“I just saw you come back hun, how'd it go?” Her words were rushed, excited, energized by a few drinks.
“Well, I paid my debt and I'm not going back, let's leave it at that.”
“Did you get naked,” she asked quickly, barely registering what I'd said.
I shook my head. “No Tess, I didn't get naked.”
Her face screwed up like she was a child denied a toy. “Ahhh, that's a shame.”
Her overt sexuality was starting to get on my nerves. “Er, no it's not a shame. Why is it a shame? Why is it a bad thing that I didn't get my tits out in front of a guy? Tell me Tess - how is that a shame?”
“All right, chill babe, we clearly have different ideas on this.” A cheeky smile crossed her face again. “I dunno, if it was me I'd have wanted to tease him till he exploded in his pants.”
“Don't be so vulgar Tess, seriously.” It angered me that that's exactly what I'd wanted too.
“Well, no, I got down to my thong and that was it. Nothing else happened. Nothing.”
“Girl you seem very pent up. Are you sure nothing else happened?” She crept in towards me, an inquisitive look on her face.
“Tess, I love you, and thank you for being a great friend, but right now I kinda just want to be alone. I saw Tom downstairs, why don't you go join him.”
Her face contorted at the sound of his name. “Him! God no, I'm done liking him.”
I was thankful for the change of subject. “What happened?”
“I caught him f*cking Rosie Danver.”
“What! Where?”
“In the girls toilets downstairs.”
I stifled a giggle. “But you know he's a player, you know he f*cks lots of girls.”
“Yeah, well, it's not the fact that I caught him, it's the fact that he got my name wrong...again! He told me to shut the door and called me 'Trish' or ' Trace' or something like that. You're right, guy's a f*cking airhead.”
I laughed out loud. I didn't think she'd noticed his unerring ability to get her name wrong at every turn. “Finally you've come round.”
“Yep, just in time to put a smile on your face.” She jumped in and hugged me to the bed. “Come on sexy, let's party.”