Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are in a threesome with Ophelia. Ophelia is a slut, just like me. Oh, my god. I'm losing my mind.
Dr. James is droning on about Hamlet's inner turmoil, but all I can think about is my own. What the hell did I think was going to happen?
"We're adults," I told him. "Nothing will happen," I assured him. And we weren't in bed more than 30 minutes before we were both naked! Naked and playing with each other!! And now I'm getting wet again! Every time I think about his spurting dick and his fingers in my sex, I start creaming my panties. I am such a slut!
"What does Shakespeare intend by telling us of the complicated love affair between Hamlet and Ophelia?" Dr. James asks the room.
Am I in love with Danny? I don't know what being in love feels like. I feel something. I've felt it for a long time. I like him. I miss him when he's gone, and when we're together, I feel something buzzy and delightful. I've never known another boy just like him. He makes me laugh. He makes me think.
Now, he's made me cum. I let him touch me! Oh, god, I've never cum like that. What did he do to me? I've been wrecked since he left. I can't stop thinking about his fingers on my breasts, how they stretched me as they slid into my pussy, the electric shock when he stroked my sex, like he knew exactly what I wanted, like he could read my mind! Am I that much of a slut that he knew what I wanted just by looking at me? I am a slut, a total slut. I ripped off my nightgown without him even asking!
Oh, my god. We were naked together! And it was so much better than I imagined it would be, so much better than reading Lady Chatterly's Lover. And that was pretty hot. I've always wondered what it would be like to be naked with a man, and now it's all I can think about. His skin. His skin touching mine. His huge cock swelling and throbbing in my hand. So hot, and alive. Twitching and growing. And I couldn't let go of him. I couldn't let go. He was practically magnetic.
I don't know how many times he made me cum, but I'm wet again. I can feel my panties getting soaked. I've been wet and twitchy ever since Saturday night, and whenever I think ahead to next weekend... I want to do it all over again. But I can't, can I? What would people think?
I know what Lydia would think. She'd cheer me on. Oh, god, I hope she doesn't know. She was drunk as a skunk, so I don't think she knew, but if she does she'll spread it all over campus. Claire finally got laid! How did I get myself into this spot?
Except that I didn't get laid, not really. I managed to keep my virginity intact, at least technically. I wanted to get laid. I wanted him to do it to me. Somewhere around that third orgasm, I almost jumped on him and shoved that big thing inside my pussy. God, I'm feeling guilty now, just imagine what I'd be feeling if we'd gone all the way?!
I wish I was in his arms again right now. I wish his fingers were dancing around my clit and his tongue was making my nipples ache. Oh, my god. What has happened to me?
***
My college roommate is fucking her boyfriend in our room night after night after night. Lydia is my best friend, she's always been slutty, and I kind of envy her in a way. She's a free spirit. She does whatever the hell she wants to do. I'm a good girl; well hell, not any more. I used to be a good girl. Anyway, I was dying, listening to them go at it every night, but I felt trapped. Where else could I go? It didn't faze Lydia that I was in bed on the other side of the room. That's Lydia. She once stripped naked and ran around campus with a bunch of guys, just to prove that she was as daring as them. I think she met her current boyfriend that same night, actually. Rumor has it that she did him in the fountain by the library while the rest of the guys cheered.
Anyway, I had this crazy idea that if Danny would stay the night with me and heard what it was like, it would somehow... I don't know, it would make things easier. You know, we'd share something together.
How was that supposed to work? I guess I just felt lonely and wanted someone to sympathize with me.
Danny and I have been friends since way back in junior high school. I like him, a lot, but I've never told him. I'm shy around boys, usually. Always, really, until Saturday night! Oh, my god. I can't believe what I did. Anyway, I convinced Danny to spend the night with me. He went along with it. I didn't really think it through.
They give us single beds in the dorms. We were really close together. That was ok. Danny and I have never made out, but we like kissing, so we kissed each other for awhile, and, I don't know, there was something special about being under the covers with him. Something almost like we were breaking a taboo. It was exciting. And we were kissing, and suddenly it wasn't the same as before. The lights were out. I was wearing my black satin nightgown, he was wearing my pajama bottoms. I started feeling twitchy and hot, achy, especially down there. I started wanting him to touch me. I wanted him to touch me, but I didn't want to want him to touch me, you know? I felt a premonition that things were going to tumble out of control, but it was too late to stop, too late to change my mind.
And then Lydia came in. She and Todd were going at it, and instead of being revulsed, I started hoping Danny would do those same things to me. I wanted him. Hell, I wanted him to fuck my brains out, but we didn't go that far, thank God. I just melted into a puddle of radioactive orgasmic waste right there, right in his arms, and wow, did Danny ever exceed my wildest dreams.
Now what? I guess we can just admit that the whole night was one big, wet, sticky mistake. My God! I made him shoot his sperm all over me! And then, we made out in the shower that morning. Naked again, and I didn't even care! I am such a slut.
It was a mistake. We'll just talk it out, admit that it was a mistake, and go on like before.
***
On the following Saturday, Danny met me for lunch at Mario's and we split a pepperoni pizza. They make the best pizza in the world there. We didn't say much to each other. Neither of us wanted to be the first to talk about the elephant in the room. So we just ate and smiled at each other like idiots.
The oils from the pepperoni dripped into my hands and down my arm. That's part of the Mario's experience. I realized that Danny was looking at me funny, like he was remembering something. What on earth could he be thinking about? As the warm oil dripped off my elbow, eating pizza suddenly became an erotic experience. I could feel myself blushing as I wiped up the greasy trail with my napkin. He was good. He didn't say anything. But I could tell what was on his mind. It was on my mind, too.
And my pussy was beginning to get that twitchy feeling again.
Afterwards, we went for a long walk. It was a beautiful day out. He held my hand as we wandered among the trees on the campus grounds. There wasn't anyone else I wanted to be with. But we were back to our shy, silent routine, and we needed to talk.
"I've been thinking a lot about last week."
"Me, too," he said.
I waited, but he didn't volunteer anything more.
"Don't get me wrong. I really enjoyed everything we did. But I don't think we should do that again. I just think we should call it a mistake and go back to being..."
"Friends?" he suggested.
"We've always been friends. I just think we shouldn't be, you know, taking our clothes off. I liked it, I really did. You were wonderful. But I think maybe we should slow things down."
"Hmmm." That's all he said. "Hmmm." Sometimes it's hard to guess what he's thinking.
We walked a few minutes more in silence.
"I couldn't get you out of my mind this week, Claire."
