Annabelle groaned as her alarm clock blared violently from across the room, the scarlet numbers blurred from her sleep and the misplacement of her glasses.
Using the sides of her pointer fingers, she rubbed her eyes trying to clear up the red haze plastered across her digital alarm clock. Focusing in, she could make out '7:29 a.m.'
With a sigh of relief, she swung her bare legs over the edge of the bed and hopped onto the freezing concrete floor, shuddering at the chill that shot up through her toes and to the rest of her almost bare body.
'Thank God... it's Saturday I don't have class today.'
Finding her eyeglasses stranded on the floor next to her feet, Annabelle bent over and picked them up, carefully examining them for any damage before tucking her hair behind her ears and sliding them on.
Notably, Luciana was still absent, her bed still the same conglomerate of throw pillows and polka-dot spotted blankets it was the night before.
'Probably stayed the night with the guy I saw last night,' Annabelle thought as she peeled her panties off, disregarding the moisture that had accumulated from the forgotten dreams of the previous night.
Naked- Annabelle walked into her shared bathroom- retrieving a clean towel from the cabinet under her sink, and standing up to observe herself in the mirror. Her breasts felt odd, like they'd grown overnight, yet kept the firmness with which she was familiar. Abruptly, she looked down to confirm she wasn't having an early period, and when that was ruled, she continued to admire her body in the mirror.
The temperature between her thighs rose as her fingers brushed her nipples and traced the vast expanse of her cleavage...
"What's happening to me? Sure, I've felt horny before like all other humans after puberty, but this is different, it's as if I'm hungry and I need to eat before I starve to death," Annabelle said to herself in the mirror, not taking her eyes off her breasts.
In a moment of clarity, Annabelle turned on the sink and began splashing cold water on her face, attempting to fend off the profound desire in her groin. The feeling persisted, provoking Annabelle to shut her eyes and try to focus, try to remember the plan she had set out for her.
'I've finished high school with flying colors, and now I'm almost halfway through my pre-medical degree at university, I can't allow myself to be distracted when I've come this far,' Annabelle thought, trying to envision what her parents would say if they knew how she was faltering.
'I can allow myself to fall for some guy when I get through medical school, now is not it, if I let myself fall for somebody now, I'll fall short of a top-ranked medical school.'
Throughout her life, Annabelle has lived vicariously through her parents, both Harvard Medical School graduates and now neurosurgeons in the best hospital in the country. The day Annabelle learned to speak was the same day she learned to listen, following the directives of her parents to decimal. If they asked her to take a specific class or sign up for a club/sport, she did it without a moment of hesitation.
One day, when Annabelle was seventeen, a boy working as a busser at a restaurant Annabelle and her parents frequented for breakfast on Sundays approached their table to clear off dishes when he noticed Annabelle. His sparkling blue eyes descended to meet hers as he began to compliment the white dress she was dressed in. Before she could respond, Annabelle's mother raved at the boy for being ill-mannered towards her daughter, berating him with accusations of sexual harassment and stalking.
As speedy as the Flash on his way to save Iris West from Captain Boomerang, the restaurant manager sprinted to the table, grabbing the boy by his collar and tossing him out the front door.
"Ma'am. Sir. I can't apologize enough for his behavior, I assure you, he'll never work here again."
Before Annabelle could reply, desiring to exclaim that the boy simply gave her a kind compliment about her dress, her mother chimed in,
"We've taken our daughter out every Sunday for the past seventeen years, and we've never experienced such disgusting behavior, you can count on us NEVER coming back."
Annabelle tied her hair back and turned off the sink, disappointed that the thought of pleasuring herself even crossed her mind.
Wrapping the towel around her waist, she turned the shower on, stretching her hand into the fountain of water spurting from the shower head and collecting the cold droplets in her palm. She pulled her hand back, pressing her now cold hand against her abdomen, shuddering from the shock of the temperature.
With a sigh, Annabelle walked back into her room and past Luciana's bed, her feet crushing crumpled piles of the dirty laundry that spotted the floor. Past Luciana's desk and on the other side of a short privacy wall lived the drawers Annabelle kept all her clothes tucked in as none of the rooms in the dormitory had legitimate closets.
Laying out her clothes for the day ahead, the temperature between Annabelle's thighs rose again, provoking her to slap herself in the head and spin around, an action which proved to be defeating as the sight of Luciana's messy bed sparked a mischievous idea in Annabelle's head.
Tucked in the corner, shoved slightly in the crevice between the wall and the bed, was a four foot long silk body pillow. A dark green blanket roped around the circumference, resembling the snake that tempted Adam & Eve to take a bite of the forbidden apple.
Hastily, Annabelle unraveled the towel hugging her waist and crawled onto Luciana's bed, dodging the maze of tangled bedsheets and she made her way towards the corner where the body pillow lived. Through the duration of her ten second journey, Annabelle's pussy became drenched with anticipation, begging for some form of stimulus.
Her hand grasped the corner of the pillow, sending lines of wrinkles through the rest of the silk case. Dragging it under her, Annabelle spread her legs, straddling the sides of the pillow as she arched her ass back and pressed her clit against the soft embrace of silk heaven.
Annabelle's forehead furrowed as choked the pillow with her thighs, straining the naturally large muscles of her upper glutes. Rocking back and forth, twisting her hips to make stronger contact with the pillow, Annabelle started to gasp.
"How have I not tried this before?" she gasped out loud as sweat droplets began to form on her forehead, signifying the extent of her effort.
Her pussy dragged across the surface of the pillow as she bounced back and forth, her body begging for more.
As she rode, pressure began to build up, encouraging her to bounce faster and fuck it faster.
Annabelle's hand reached out to the wall, her fingernails digging into the mute grey concrete as she climaxed. Despite her best attempts to keep quiet, Annabelle moaned and she soaked the pillow underneath her, an achievement of her first successful orgasm.
As the reality of her actions could fully come to fruition in her mind, the sound of keys on the side of Annabelle's dorm room interjected...
Luciana was finally back from her night out.