Wrong on So Many Levels Ch. 02

Every month some girls complain about horrible cramps, having to change their tampon, their bitchy attitudes, how insensitive their boyfriends are to their ridiculous qualms, etc.

I’d like to see them handle my monthly courses.

The week before my period comes, I get turned on by practically everything. The smell of a boy within two feet of me makes me a crazy person. My cheeks get red and hot, my mouth waters, my stomach feels hollow, my boobs feel huge, my breathing comes slow and uneven. And that is just from smelling a boy around me.

A sweaty, shirtless boy from the gym walks by and I nearly fall over convulsing in pleasure need. I catch my breath and keep walking, trying not to pay attention to my surroundings.

I have an arrangement with a boy on the tenth floor of Dixon Hall. He doesn’t know the specifics. He doesn’t know why I suddenly need him. He doesn’t know why I show up at all hours of the night and day and slam him inside me so hard that I nearly pass out in ecstasy. He doesn’t need to know. He doesn’t complain either.

It’s bad today. Worse than I have felt it in a long time. I have been trying to keep it under control. I satisfy myself on a regular basis, I stay away from places like the gym or the pool. But no matter, sex is everywhere these days. Tonight, it was the sound of my roommate in the shower; wet, with soap and shampoo running down her tight, hard body, as she caresses herself in abandon....

Uh, I can’t stand it anymore. I throw on some clothes, leave the dorm and practically run to Dixon. The running helps, it gives my muscles something to do, and shuts my mind up for a few seconds. I reach the doors, swipe my key, and walk inside the warm lobby. Almost there.

The door to the elevator opens and someone walks in. I make the split decision to take the elevator rather then run the ten flights up. The elevator will be faster, and I need fast. I follow inside the elevator.

“What floor?” Shit. Just my luck. The other person on the elevator is a guy. A very, very hot guy.

“Ten.” My voice comes out coarse, while I try not to breathe in his cologne. Damn, he smells delicious. I close my eyes so I can’t see him. The faster this elevator ride, the better.

“Are you alright?” He sounds concerned. I must really be freaking out.

I try to look normal, open my eyes, slow my breathing, take deep breaths of his testosterone in the air. It burns slowly down my throat as I swallow. “Yeah. I just ran all the way from the gym. So out of shape.” I laugh lightly.

His eyes look amused. He opens his mouth, his full, warm mouth as if to say something, but the world drops. At first, I think it’s just me. That my orgasmic shakes have started already. But I see that he looks worried too.

“What the fuck was that?” He looks around the elevator as if the answer would be evident on the inside of the steel box that is the walls of the elevator.

“Shit.” My whisper sits in the air.

He looks at me. “Are you fucking kidding me? No. No. No. No. Why won’t the doors open? Where’s the emergency button? No! We are not stuck in here!” He bangs the doors. “Hello! Get us the fuck out of here! Hello! Can anyone hear me?”

Hearing him say fuck is making my panties wet. I slide down the wall of the elevator and sit on the floor. If I sit down on something hard, maybe I can hold on to what I have left of my sanity.

While he tries desperately to call the emergency line on a cell phone with no service for the next ten minutes, swearing under his breath, I focus on breathing.

“You don’t look okay.” His voice is deep. It is like gravel coated in honey. I want to taste it.

My eyes closed, all I can do is lick my lips and swallow. Speech is beyond me now.

“Cool, stuck in an elevator with no cell service and a girl going through some sort of break down. Awesome.” He says quietly to himself.

Come on, suck it up. Breathe. Focus. I am stronger than this.

“Sorry, I ...” I don’t even know what to say. How do I explain this behavior? “I don’t really feel like myself right now.”

He doesn’t say anything right away. I open my eyes to see his expression. His eyes are so big with shock and he is staring at my skirt. I know I am rather scantily clad as I threw on very little when I ran out but, why the drastic expression?

And then I realize, I am touching myself. Slowly and gently, massaging the outside of my dewy panties.

“Shit. I’m sorry.” I force my hand away and pull my skirt down.

It takes him awhile for him to snap back to reality. He blinks a few times, and clears his throat. “No, umm... okay.”

Silence floats for awhile. He continues to stare at me as he slides down to sit opposite of me against the elevator. I try to look away, but my eyes won’t obey. They are busy passing over his face and his body. His button down shirt is wrinkled and worn. His jeans slung low on his hips. His shoes are dirty and the laces are falling out. His hair, dark and ruffled, begging for my fingers to grab it as I take him inside me. I shudder. Close my eyes. My bra is too tight. Breathe. Breathe. I can feel my liquids drip from my panties down my thigh. I can’t keep this up.

“So, ... umm do you live here?” I attempt normal small talk. It comes out breathy and rough. My hands roam from my face to my hair. I keep my fingers busy twirling my hair as I bite my lip, trying to get a grip on myself.

He shifts, uncomfortably. His pants tighten against the bulge in his pants, letting me see his growing erection, I let out a moan. It slipped out. I really didn’t mean to. His breathing hitches as he watches me.

“I’m sorry. I...I’m so sorry. I can’t...Fuckkk, I’m sorry.” Damn it, I’ve totally lost it. I’m shaking.

“I don’t know what’s happening.” The honey in his voice is rougher. His eyes look as if painfully melting from restraint.

“I need to...umm...” My eyes plead. Please understand. Please. I can’t take it any longer.

He stares and swallows and subtly nods in response to my plea, even though he has no idea what it means. He shifts again. His hard cock, clearly outlined in his jeans. I close my eyes and slip my panties to the side. Two fingers slide inside me, and my body is alive with electricity. My back arches against the wall of the elevator and my fingers slide in and out. One hand finds my breast under my sweater. The bra comes off with a twitch of my fingers. The sweater is useless too. Up and over my head it goes. I open my eyes quickly to see if he is completely freaked out. He’s completely confused but I see every muscle in his body is tense and his erection is out. He is slowly stroking, his eyes on me.

The sight sends me over the edge. I shudder, and arch my back, and gasp loudly. I don’t even hold back the gasp of release and paralyzed expression of pleasure that crosses my face on orgasm. Liquid dribbles down the inside of my thighs and I try to start putting my brain back together. “Fuck.” I exhale as I realize where I am.

I grab my sweater and hold it against me, covering my bare chest. Pull my panties over and my skirt down. I bit my lip still trying to recover and push back the urge for more.

I don’t look up. I can’t even look at him. “I should be able to behave myself now.” I say shakily.

He is silent but I hear movement. I look up slightly through my eyelashes. He is still sitting there with his hard cock in his hand. If I spend too much time thinking about or looking at him, that statement will be irrelevant.

I hear his swallow and struggle to talk, “What was that?”

“Sometimes, ..... I need it. Sometimes, I can’t help it.” My eyes are on the floor now. I have never told anyone this. No one knows this side of me. I hear him moving. I can feel him coming towards me. “No!” I gasp. “Stop. The closer you are the harder it is for me to control myself.”

“It’s hard for me too.” He stops moving forward and laughs softly. I pull my legs closer to me and try to put my sweater on. The more things between us, the better.

His body is still tense. He’s put his cock away but it’s struggling against his jeans. He moves, arranging himself to be more comfortable. I am still seizing from pleasure and gasping when another wave hits me.

He watches me clench my teeth together trying to hold back. “I’m Jameson, by the way.” He looks amused and delightfully intrigued.

“Mira.” I sigh out as I bite my lip, holding back some more sighs.

“Nice to meet you, Mira.” He smiles wickedly.

“Ha.” I smirk but I’m quite terrified. No one has ever seen me lose my shit. Anytime I’ve been that frantic, I’ve found a willing partner and gotten satisfaction in an appropriate setting. Not, ya know, in an elevator in front of a stranger. As I come down, I realize how completely embarrassing and vulnerable that was.

And it just now occurs to me that we could be in the small space of the elevator for a while. I can’t simply leave the situation. I hadn’t even processed the event of the elevator breaking down because I was so on edge.

He stares at me half challengingly and half bewildered. I don’t really have anywhere to hide. I just stare back and try to keep my brain on thoughts besides licking up and down his body, sitting squarely in his lap and feeling his hips rise up to meet mine. Each time a thought like that hits me, I writhe.

He clears his throat as if he hasn’t spoken in a while and his voice comes out tight. “I’d ask if you’re alright. But we may be past that point. Should I be worried that you keep... shaking?” He looks genuine and concerned.

My brain is just to static-y to come up with any other sort of explanation but the truth. I bite my lip and try to not jolt while looking at him. “Any time I think of something that gets me...turned on... I will ...glitch.”

He is confused and his eyebrows pull together, “Explain.”

I sigh. If I keep talking maybe that will distract me. He’s seen the worst part of this, I might as well explain myself, right?

“It’s like there is a string attached to my belly button. When everything is normal, I don’t even feel it. But when... aroused. It feels as there is a weight at the end of the string that. The weight falls down inside of me. My stomach contracts and.. other muscles flex.” I shake again. “I have no control over it whatsoever.” I look up at him to see his reaction.

He looks as though he’s processing what I’ve just told him. “So where are you from, Mira?”

I pull back in shock. That’s a subject change.

“Come on, I am distracting you.” He smiles and urges me on to answer.

“I am from Maryland. Between Baltimore and DC. And you?” I respond. The shakes are subsiding, and I’m coming back to reality.

“I am from Istanbul.” Damn it, I knew he had an accent. I was trying to avoid thinking about it. I shake.

He raises an eyebrow as if to say, “really? that turned you on?” But he stays quiet until he asks, “What’s your favorite color?”

“Lavender. You?” I respond. I slip my arms back into my sweater and put it on without revealing anything else. I slide the bra on under the sweater and work on putting that back on too. Should we be rescued from the elevator anytime soon. I want to be fully clothed.

“Yakamoz.” He smiles, knowing that I have no idea what he means and knowling I will ask.

“And yakamoz is?”

“Sea sparkle. It is the color of the water when sun hits the top of the waves.” He deeply inhales and exhales as if this word brings him peace.

Damn it, he’s smart too? Well fuck me.

I don’t get to respond as we hear the elevator start up. We both stand up as the elevator descends. The doors open up to the lobby, with several maintenance men standing around and one at the opened control panel.

“You two okay?” The short maintenance man asks with little compassion.

“Yeah.” We both sigh and step out of the elevator.

The doors to the Hall open as someone walk in the front.

“Mira? Are you okay?” It’s Conner. The emergency dick.

“Yeah, I’m good. Got stuck on the elevator.” I give a small exhale laugh as he comes over to hug me.

“Oh babe. That’s insane. Were you here to see me?” The smirk and sparkle in his eyes light up as he knows I only come to see him when I need him.

Jameson stares at us before realizing he’s staring and starts to head for the doors. “Hey, thanks for keeping me sane in there. See you later, Mira.” He smiles and turns to walk outside.

“Come on. let’s go upstairs. I’ll pour you a drink.” Conner puts his hand on my back and leads me to the stairs.

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“Mira! Dude, get up. We have biology in ten minutes.” Faith shakes me from my sex drunk stupor.

“Shut the fuck up.” I throw the pillow at her. It’s her fault I went sex crazy last night anyway. I think about last night and I shake. Grabbing Connor’s ass. Phew. Okay focus. Get up. You have ten minutes to get to class.

Faith went on ahead of me to get sit next to her boo in the back row. I think they finger fuck each other in class. I make it in the doors and into a seat before Professor Ballsack starts droning on about monkeys or tadpoles or whatever the fuck. The urge is still with me. You’d think that Connor would have fucked it out of me, but my body is still in that deep hollow need. I’ll probably go home after and get off with my shaky friend. Mmm, even thinking about my vibrator has my body alive. My nipples are hard. My mouth opens and my tongue sits in the corner of my mouth while I ride the pleasure cursing through my body out. I rolled out of bed with sweats and no makeup. No one is looking at me.

Someone sits down in the chair next to me. I face the other way so they can’t see the facial expressions, I am trying to hide.

“Hey.” is whispered in my direction.

Fuck. It’s honey voice. I smell him before I turn. He smells like wood of an old liquor cabinet. Earthy and musky and manly. It hurts.

I prepare myself for impact and I turn.

“Hey.” I gasp back trying not to stare. His warmth is circulating his smell. He’s wearing a wearing a baby blue tshirt that I just want to cuddle up inside of.

“How are you after yesterday?” His eyes are warm and smiling but his brows are knit together in concern.

“I’m okay.” I reply back and trying to silently imply a thank you for understanding expression. I don’t know if I am pulling it off. I’m very tired.

“Did your boyfriend take you home?” He asks.

“James!” Professor Ballsack yells. “Let’s keep our flirting until after class, shall we?” he stares between me and Jameson.

We nod and he goes back to droning on fossils or some shit.

“Are you even in this class? I’ve never seen you before.”

“I literally sit behind you everyday.” He breathes softly on my neck and my legs clench together to keep myself from glitching.

After Ballsack is finished handing out last weeks exams, dismissing class after giving me another stern look, I run out of class barely dodging bodies. The magnets in me are straining to reach their opposing magnets. I am empty and need something to fill me. Hopefully, in a few days, I can handle myself again. Just have to keep distracted until then.

Faith wants to go to lunch today. Of course, Eric is coming. The two barely spend anytime apart. I cant tell if it helps with my needs because they gross me out with their coupleness or makes it worse because they eye fuck each other constantly which gets me thinking thoughts.

I declined, saying I wasn’t feeling well and needed to go take a nap. I was going to my bed, but I wasn’t going to sleep. Walking into my Hall, I passed the lounge. A group of guys were screaming at the ref on the big screen for calling offsides. A couple were sitting in the back trying to studying and a beautiful woman was reading in a chair by the window.

“Mira?” She looks up and smiles.

Damn it.

“Hey, Luci!” I smile back trying to stay far away. I move to make my body language clear that I can’t stay. Last time we were together, we fell asleep after and I woke up with her hand on my breast. I feel so comfortable and warm when I am with her. Like everything else in the world has fallen away. She drives me crazy. I can’t be around people who drive me crazy right now.

She moves to get up from the chair. The sunlight from the window bouncing of her hair and highlighting her curves. She walks over to me and smiles wide. I hate when she smiles. It makes me want to kiss her and never let go.

“Luci, I gotta go. I am not feeling so well.” I put my hand on my stomach and cringe alittle. That should be girl code enough to signal cramps.

She walks over and takes my hand, “You know I hate when you call me Luci.”

I bring her hand to my mouth and kiss the back, “I’m so sorry. Luciana.” I make a small curtesy and smile in jest.

She giggles. “Aw, I hope you feel better, boo. If you need anything, you know I am here.” She smiles wide and her eyes crinkle on the sides and she turns to walk back to the chair. I sigh with need and stare after her soft body in sweatpants and rip myself away from thoughts of being inside her.

Ugh. Small glitch. I play it off as pain and slip away.