At last, Faith went to sleep. She awoke confused by the happening and sights of the night before. She was not sure if she had really seen Christine and Jim together or had just dreamt the whole episode. As she became more awake, she began to remember making herself come and recalled the dreams that she had during the night. She recalled that most of her dreams had included an enormous erect penis floating in the air and attempting to enter pinhole size openings.
Faith shook her head in an attempt to dislodge the visions. The visions of the sexual activity continued to dance in her head, so she quietly got out of bed and took her shower. The hot water felt good as it cascaded down her body. The water created feelings in her similar to the feeling of the night before. As the feelings spread, she began to stroke her breasts and imagine what it would feel like if Steve, her boyfriend was caressing her.
Her thoughts of him served to increase the excitement. She dropped a hand down to her mound and began to stroke her pussy. Faith quickly found her clit and rubbed herself furiously. The waves of pleasure quickly hit, and she found it difficult to remain standing. She quickly finished her shower and dressed for school.
School was bustling by the time she arrived. It was a big day for the students. The rival college's basketball team was coming into town that night for the annual showdown. When She walked down the hallway toward her first class, she thought about the past twenty-four hours. The thought of her actions in the shower that morning made her smile mischievously.
She stopped to open the classroom door when someone grabbed her from behind. She knew that it had to be Steve. No one else would dare to sneak up behind her like that.
"Good morning, Beautiful!" he beamed as he spun her around.
She reached up and gave him a quick kiss and said, "Morning Handsome."
They made some small talk about the game as she waited to go into class. Faith opened the door, and the couple went into her first class. When they reached her seat, he gave her a small kiss and turned to walk away.
"See you at Lunch," he called over his shoulder as he hurried toward his class.
Throughout the morning, she had trouble concentrating on the professors. Her mind and body kept wandering back to the night before. When she would catch herself daydreaming, she would think to herself that it was a good thing it was Friday because the whole college was taking it easy, or she might have missed something important.
At lunch, she went to the cafeteria and loaded up her tray with the usual cafeteria offerings. She was the first one of her friends to arrive, and so she went to their usual table and began to eat. Cheryl, her best friend, came through the cafeteria line within a few moments and hurried over to the table. They had been best friends since the first grade.
The pair had grown up discussing everything, and Faith couldn't wait to tell her about the night before. Cheryl sat down and immediately began to talk about the game and the usual pregame rally that was scheduled for that evening. As head cheerleader, Cheryl was responsible for the event and as usual, the Athletic Department was being unreasonable. Cheryl continued her griping as the rest of the gang joined them. Faith sighed in frustration, knowing that her talk with Cheryl would have to wait.
Steve and Tom, Cheryl's boyfriend arrived at the table and joined in the discussion about the game. Faith was soon engrossed in conversation and continued to eat lunch. Everyone finished the meal in short order and got up. As Tom and Cheryl wandered away, she noticed Tom's hand as it reached down and cupped Cheryl's bottom. Cheryl quickly reached down and removed his hand.
Faith couldn't help but wonder what they did when no one was around. Cheryl had been pretty quiet about that subject for the last few weeks. Before that, the two of them would often discuss sex and boys. Cheryl had developed a bust earlier than her and was experienced in sex and often kidded her about being naive and a slow starter.
Steve grabbed her hand at that moment and broke her musings. She followed him as he led her out of the cafeteria.
"Are we going to do anything after the game?" he asked as they walked down the hall.
"Of course, we are, we go out after each game!" she said in surprise. "Why did you ask?"
"I was just checking. What do you want to do?"
She couldn't think of anything and so just shrugged her shoulders in reply.
"I guess we can decide that after the game," he remarked. They continued to talk as they strolled across the campus. They sat down on a bench near her next class and continued to talk about classes, professors, and other people until lunch hour was over.
While they sat there, she noticed that Christine and Jim were quietly talking outside the English Teacher's classroom. She saw that the two would gesture angrily at each other and act like they were in a heated discussion whenever anyone walked by. They would then return to their quiet conversation after the people passed. She realized that Jim and Christine fought at school just to cover their evening activities. After lunch, they kissed and went to their afternoon classes.
Faith walked home from school planning what she would wear for her date that evening. As she dressed, she looked forward with great expectation. They had been dating for the past three months. She looked forward to being with him, talking, being held in his arms, and being kissed. She had always prevented him from doing anything more than giving her a few kisses when he dropped her off after the date.
She had been told often enough by her parents that if she gave a boy an inch, he would take a mile. Her parents often gave her such advice using old phrases without really discussing the issue. She knew that it was not really a mile that the boys were after, but they really just wanted to have her make them cum, but her parents would never discuss such a subject.
They spent the first few hours of the date in their usual fashion. They had gone to the game then and stopped by the local fast-food joint for a bite and a little conversation with the gang.
Throughout the game and dinner, Faith continued to have flashbacks of the scene she saw the night before. She hoped that no one would ask her about the game because she was so distracted that she didn't think she could even recall the score.
