Turning Point

Chapter 2

Chapter 2It was with this uppermost in my mind, that I walked into our dorm room after classes one Friday evening. It looked as if I’d arrived just after Angela, since she was just hanging up her coat and hadn’t yet unloaded her backpack. As I closed the door behind me, she beamed that cover-girl smile in my direction and said, “Emma, I’ve been wanting to talk to you about something... delicate. Would this be a bad time?”

That, of course, piqued my curiosity, but I was also ravenous, so I answered, “Would you mind if we ordered some pizza first?”

“That sounds perfect. Extra cheese and green peppers, right?”

I nodded assent at our frequent compromise, since she didn’t like my artichokes and I wasn’t too crazy about her mushrooms.

While we waited for the pizza delivery, we both started getting out of our clothes to change into our PJ’s. As Angela undressed with her back mostly turned my way, I found myself checking out her figure. When she had removed her blouse and bra, she bent down to take off her socks and then pull off her jeans. I stopped what I was doing and found myself staring at her opulent breasts hanging down as she leaned over. It was a little cool in the room and I could see even from this three quarter rear view that her n*****s were protruding.

My eyes wandered from her breasts to the smooth expanse of skin across her well-toned back. Her flesh was so lustrous and supple that I felt an urge to reach out and run my hands across it. That impulse didn’t exactly weaken as she slid her pants off and I got an eyeful of her glorious backside. As she lifted her left leg to pull completely free of her jeans, I also got a glimpse of her s*x. Did I detect a gleam of moisture there or was that simply my overactive imagination?

I was pulled abruptly from my reverie by Angela’s voice, “Are you gonna finish getting undressed or do you have to watch me to see how it’s done?”

My complexion must’ve deepened by three shades and I was about to stammer out an apology when there was a knock on the door.

Angela threw on a robe and called out “Who is it?”

As she opened the door to the pizza guy, I realized the tone of Angela’s question to me had been flippant and she probably hadn’t meant anything by it.

But, I also was suddenly aware that my mouth had damn near been watering while I watched her disrobe and that there was a familiar tingle between my thighs. Jesus Christ! What the hell was wrong with me!? Was I so horny that I was now salivating over a female!?

Obviously, I had to find some way to get some time alone; some way to relieve the mounting tension before I made a fool of myself.

After the delivery man had left, Angela and I each spread out across our respective beds and started to chow down. I looked across the few feet that separated our beds to see her trying to subdue an unruly string of cheese that hung between her lips and the pizza several inches away in her hand.

I suddenly remembered that she had wanted to talk. “What was the ‘something delicate’ you mentioned earlier?”

“Oh yeah. Look Em, I don’t know about you, but I feel pretty lucky that we ended up with each other as roommates. Especially when you consider some of the horror stories you hear.”

“I got somebody who’s smart, funny, easygoing and considerate. I couldn’t have gotten a better roomie if I’d been able to pick one myself.” I warmed at her praise while bracing myself for the “but” I sensed was imminent.

Angela continued, “So, my problem isn’t with you so much as with our situation. I’ve hesitated to bring it up because I know you are a private person and somewhat bashful. But things are coming to the point where I felt I had to speak up and I’m hoping we’ve gotten close enough that you won’t be embarrassed.” With that, she swallowed the last of her pizza, wiped her hands and mouth with a napkin and looked me squarely in the eye, “After all, sweetie, just remember... it’s only me.”

The smile on Angela’s face was disarming. It made me feel safe. “We’ve been rooming together for about a month now. Our schedules this semester are nearly identical, so, for the most part, when I’m here, you’re here. When I’m away, you’re away.”

“In many ways, that’s been a blessing. After all, it’s allowed us to get to know each other pretty well and to become really comfortable with one another. In fact, the only drawback I can think of is that neither of us had had any time to ourselves.”

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I am getting SERIOUSLY horny. I mean, I’m talking head-exploding, f**k-anything-that-moves horny.”