Turning Point

Chapter 3

Chapter 3I must’ve been staring at her with a stunned look across my features. Of course, I’d been thinking exactly the same thing, but I would NEVER have had the nerve to say it out loud.

Finally, Angela giggled, “Close your mouth, Emma. The look on your face right now is priceless.”

“I know we haven’t really talked much about s*x, but I assume you’re in the same boat too, right?”

I looked down, but nodded my head and replied quietly, “yup.”

“We’re both from out of town,” Angela pointed out, “and neither of us had boyfriends in the area. And, with our schedules, it’s not like we’ve had time to socialize much so far. To tell the truth, I don’t really want the distraction of a boyfriend until I’ve got a full semester under my belt.”

“I’d wondered about that.” I replied. “When I first met you, I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to study in the room with the inevitable deluge of guys I figured you’d be attracting.”

“Why, thank you.” Angela beamed. “That’s a wonderful compliment. I have been asked out a few times and I have to tell you, I’m gettin’ so horny, my resolve is beginning to weaken.”

We both giggled at that.

“Back home,” Angela went on, “the answer would’ve been simple: I would’ve just ‘taken care of business’ myself. But, as I mentioned before, privacy has been at a premium around here, so there hasn’t exactly been the opportunity. If you’re agreeable, I think I’ve figured a way to change that.”

“I’m all ears.” I answered in a low voice.

“I’ve talked to some other dorm dwellers who are dating. Some of them use a system where one of them disappears for a previously agreed upon time. While that one is gone for, let’s say, a couple of hours, the other roomie gets some alone time with their date. Of course, the previously deprived roomie gets their chance another time.”

“There’s no reason, this system couldn’t work for us, except we won’t be, you know... with dates.”

I didn’t respond, but my nervous fidgeting, downcast glance and deepening complexion must’ve spoken volumes.

“Oh, c’mon, sweetie. I figured this might be outside your comfort zone, but I had to speak up or I was gonna burst!”

“I mean,” Angela continued, “isn’t it getting to you too, or am I the lone ‘b***h in heat’ here?”

I cleared my throat and tried to find my voice, “No, you definitely aren’t the only one. In fact, despite my obvious embarrassment, I’m glad you brought it up. I was getting pretty desperate myself, but I didn’t have the faintest idea what to do about it.”

My words quieted even further, but at least I finally looked Angela in the eye to say, “It needed to be said and I’m grateful you took the initiative. Thank you.”

Angela rose to her knees on her bed and bowed mockingly in several directions, as if playing to a large crowd. In a preposterous approximation of a baritone, she said, “It’s all in a day’s work for your friendly neighborhood knight in shining armor. We rescue damsels from dragons, evil sorceresses... and horniness!”

“Give me a break!” I jeered as I lobbed a rolled up pair of socks at her. They struck her squarely between the eyes with a satisfying plop.

Before the socks had even settled on her comforter, she had sprung across the space between our beds and pinned me to my mattress. Continuing in her counterfeit baritone, she cried, “Oh thou foul knave! You dare assault one of the king’s own? Surely, you know the penalty?”

With that, her hands released my wrists to begin tickling my sides and under my arms mercilessly. I am extremely sensitive there and began laughing uncontrollably.

After writhing and shrieking under her for a couple of minutes, I finally managed to gasp, “Pleasepleaseplease! No more! If you don’t stop, I’m gonna pee!”

Again with the silly voice, Angela replied, “Dost thou yield?”

“Yes!” I answered breathlessly. “I yield... I surrender... I give! Anything you want! Please... no more!”

Still straddling my hips, Angela rose up. I was aware of the warmth of her body on mine and the thought flitted through my head that she felt nice, before I forcibly chased that thought away. “Ooooh!” Angela cooed. “You’d better be glad I’m not a guy or that ‘anything you want’ stuff might get you into trouble.”

With that, she rolled off of me and stretched out beside me, giggling, “Hell, girl. As horny as I am, it still might get you into trouble.”

Before I could respond to that, Angela continued, “Speaking of ‘horny’, it occurs to me that tomorrow is Saturday and neither of us have classes. This is like the perfect opportunity to give this ‘schedule’ we discussed a chance. You game?”

I blushed again and hid my face in the bedspread, meekly uttering “Yes.”

“Oh, stop being such a chickenshit, girl.” Angela chided. It’s the most natural thing in the world and the fact that we’ve both been deprived for so long is downright unnatural.”

“Besides”, Angela added, “haven’t you gotten comfortable enough with me yet to talk about this stuff without working yourself into a tizzy?”

I looked up at her and said, “Angela, you shouldn’t take that personally. It’s just that I’ve never talked much with anyone about s*x. Not my sister, or my best friend back home. I mean, we’ve skirted the issue a bit, but none of us were as bold and up front about it as you are. I’m kind of envious. I wish I had your confidence. But, give me some time. I’ll get there.”

Angela put her hand on my shoulder, leaned close and gave me a peck on the cheek. I liked that, and damn it if she didn’t smell good, too. “I’m just giving you a hard time, hon. Take as much time as you need.”

She lay flat on her back, but with her head still turned to me, her eyes on mine. “You know”, she said in a contemplative tone, “I had a good feeling about you when we first met and it’s only gotten better since. I’m surprised at how much I’ve come to care for you in such a short time. So, if it makes you any more relaxed with me, keep in mind that I won’t ever knowingly do anything to embarrass or hurt you. OK?”

“OK.”

Angela’s eyes held mine for a moment more, then her lips parted in a radiant smile. “Good.” She burbled. “Now that that’s settled, my one-track mind wants to get back on track. So, about tomorrow, do you wanna go first, or shall I?”

“Well, it was your idea,” I responded, “so, you should have first dibs.” Wow, I thought. Here I was calmly discussing with another girl arrangements for m**********g. I really was a long way from home!

“I’ll tell you what.” she moved across me to reach for the jeans she’d left draped across the chair beside my bed. As she rummaged in her pants pockets, I was keenly aware of the heft of her breasts on top of me. The closeness of her warmed through me and the scents of her soap and shampoo were heavenly. Once again, I found myself fighting the impulse to touch her, to pull her to me. I mused that tomorrow couldn’t get here fast enough, because I was quickly turning into a s*x-crazed perv.

Angela held up a quarter she’d found and said, “We’ll flip for it. You call it in the air.” As the coin arced through the air, I chimed “Heads.”

Angela won the toss and was instantly solicitous. “Are you sure you don’t mind? ‘Cause I can wait and go second. I really don’t mind.” I assured her that I was fine and she drew me into an embrace. A part of me ached to hold onto her, while another part of me felt really uncomfortable with the sensations she was arousing in me.

While still holding me in her arms, Angela pulled back a bit so she could look me in the face. “God, I can’t wait!” she gushed. “I don’t know if I can even sleep tonight for thinking of it!” She was so close and so beautiful, I just wanted to reach out and caress her cheek. Taste her lips. What, I wondered, would she think of that?

“I’m an idiot.” I thought. Here I was about to jeopardize a friendship that might last through college and beyond. And why? Because my head was so filled with lust, I couldn’t see straight.

Luckily for my sanity (and rapidly wavering willpower), Angela moved away to get ready for bed. While she was puttering about, we agreed that I would leave around ten in the morning and not come back before noon. After that, it would be my turn to have the room to myself for a couple of hours.