Zoey and Me Ch. 06

I scooted out from beneath her quivering body and found it interesting how she remained kneeling against her bed. I kissed her asscheek. I don't know why I did that. Because I could? I don't know. I pressed against her backside, holding her in my arms and kissed her over her shoulder. She kissed me back. Clutching her body, I made a final request to her. "Tell me every time you play with yourself and never lie to me."

"Can I ask for permission first?" she asked and I picked up on exactly how she said it.

"Yes," I confirmed and kissed her again. My world had gotten very strange and I was happy to embrace the weirdness. As I said earlier, life is full of lessons and this time was filled with more of them than I realized. By pleasing myself, I had pleased Lindsey and that was a lesson that would serve me very well after I met the man who would become my husband.

It had gotten late and I wanted to work on my paper a bit before I went to bed. I wasn't sure I needed to tell her, but I didn't want to take a chance. I told Lindsey she didn't have to sleep with her toy in place and she looked relieved. She went to the bathroom and showered while I wrote an outline. After her shower, I took one of my own. As we went to bed, she made one last request of me. "Is it okay if I play with myself?"

"Yes," I said, reaching inside my panties and giving myself the thrill I needed too until I heard her quiet little sighs of orgasm.

Friday morning, we woke and went through our usual routine. I asked if she was heading home that weekend to see her boyfriend and of course she was. "Are you going to tell him about us?" I asked, meaning me and Samantha and Zoey.

"Do I have to?" she asked and I knew whatever had changed in our relationship was still in effect.

"No," I said and I kissed her. "It's our secret until you decide it should be otherwise. What you do with him is up to you." She seemed to appreciate that and kissed me back. That left me wondering how things had change, but not for long. That weekend I had other thoughts on my mind. I was going home, too, and I would get to see my baby!

The weekend away was good and bad. All the good were things you can guess. I had a great time seeing my baby and the rest of my family and blah, blah, blah. The bad part was leaving my baby behind, but as my mom insisted, "You're doing this for both of you. Make it count." Before I was dropped off on Sunday night, Mom had more advice for me. "Be a college student," she told me. "Sow all your wild oats because this part of your life isn't going to last for long." I love my mom for that.

Walking back into my room, I saw that I was home before Lindsey. That wasn't uncommon because she usually came home really late on Sundays. I didn't bother trying to get with Zoey or Sam. To be truthful, I didn't think about Sam at all, only Zoey and Lindsey. I still had a paper due and I was able to finish it before I went to bed. When I had walked back into my room, I saw the toys sitting on top of the refrigerator where they were supposed to be. That had made me smile when I walked in, though I ignored them. As I went to bed, it became more difficult ignoring their siren's call. I thought about getting off and thought how much fun it would be if I was masturbating at the precise moment Lindsey walked into the room. Those were pleasant thoughts, but so was the idea of sleeping and sleep won out. I never even heard Lindsey coming home, which wasn't unusual either. She knew how to be quiet as a mouse.

Our Monday morning was filled with its usual routine. She asked about my weekend, excited to hear about my first trip home. Things became more interesting when I asked about her weekend and received the most detailed and explicit rundown of her time spent with her boyfriend that I had ever gotten. They had made love twice on Friday night, three times on Saturday night and once more Sunday between church services. For whatever reason, I thought that last part was funny, but the best part had nothing to do with her boyfriend. "I bought you a present," she said when it was already a few minutes past time for us to leave the room. She had even taken the time to gift wrap the tiny box. I opened it up and discovered my own bright blue butt plug inside the package. "In case you want both of us to use one at the same time," she explained and I knew our little game was still going to continue. I gave her a big kiss before we left for breakfast.

Samantha was working her cashier station and we went through her line. She looked happy to see us but there was something odd about her smile. There was a line behind us and didn't have a chance to say anything more than "Good morning," to each other. When we sat down to eat Lindsey asked me if I thought Sam was distant. I said I did. "Wonder what we missed this weekend?" Lindsey asked. I had no idea and according to my copy of Zoey's class schedule, I wouldn't see her until after my one o'clock class.

After my last class I headed to the dorm, stopped in front of Zoey and Beth's door and knocked, expecting her to answer. Instead, it was Beth.

"Is Zoey around?" I asked.

"Haven't seen her," Beth said with a shrug. "She might be with her girlfriend."

"Girlfriend?" I asked.

"Yeah, some ginger who works in the cafeteria or something, did you check there?" I shook my head, thanked her and moved to my room. I usually skipped lunch and didn't feel like heading back out. Besides, if Beth meant Sam, then heading to cafeteria wouldn't mean anything because Sam would have gotten off work at one o'clock. I didn't know Sam's class schedule, but I had learned her work schedule, two hour shifts during the morning rush, the lunch rush and the dinner rush five days a week. I swiped my keycard and walked into my room.

My room was empty and quiet and I put my backpack down on next to my desk and wondered what I should do. While I was home, I missed Zoey. Was that a bad thing? I missed Lindsey, too, but not as much as Zoey. And what was up with Sam this morning? She had acted as if we barely knew each other. I made sure I left the bathroom door open in case Zoey came home and wanted to visit. With nothing better to do, I sat at my desk and worked on another paper I had coming due soon. I wanted to do a lot more than that. I was horny from a weekend of no sex and eager to play again except I had no one to play with except myself. It's not as if that's usually a problem for me but I wanted to play with someone, you know? Instead of playing, I worked and kept hoping Zoey would interrupt me. Shortly after five, Lindsey came home. I closed my paper to visit with her.

"Have a good afternoon?" she asked.

"Had a quiet afternoon," I said, explaining how I came back to the room and finished my paper in peace. I think Lindsey guessed what that meant and she had a puzzled look on her face. "Want to get some dinner?" I asked. She did and we saw Sam again in the cafeteria. Just like that morning, there was a line and we didn't get more than a big smile from Sam.

Lindsey and I went back to our room and hung out. I kept hoping to see Zoey and didn't. I thought about knocking on her door again and decided against it. She knew I was home. Lindsey didn't make a pass at me and I didn't expect her to do that either. I had taken the toy she had bought be out of its packaging and my blue one sat on top of the refrigerator next to her ruby red butt plug. I knew it would only be a matter of time before I broke down and wanted to play those toys but I wanted to wait and see if Zoey turned up. It was after seven o'clock when Lindsey came out of the bathroom with a worried look on her face. "I think Zoey is home," she said.

"Did you see her?" I asked, putting down my book and standing up though I wasn't sure what I was going to do.

"Maybe you should go to the bathroom," Lindsey suggested.

I did, seeing the door to Zoey's room was closed. I stood there confused for a long moment before I heard it. "Fuck! Yes Zoey! Fuck yes!" The sounds were muffled but I could recognize Sam's voice even through the closed door. I don't know why, but I felt slapped in the face. I went back to my room feeling a mixture of confusion and anger. Without a word to Lindsey, I sat on my bed, picked up my book and stared at the words without reading them as I sorted out my feelings. I didn't care if Sam and Zoey were having a good time together because that was fine. Zoey and I had said we didn't want to be a couple, that was didn't want to be girlfriend/girlfriend. So why was I mad? I didn't feel jealous. And, without seeing Zoey since I came back to school, it wasn't as if she had lied to me either. Slowly, it occurred to me. I felt rejected and that was an empty feeling.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Lindsey asked, wearing a look of concern. I found a way to smile at her.

"Yes," I said and as I thought through how I was feeling, my smile felt more natural.