Finally, I imagined him taking me to that VIP couch, pulling up my skirt, and slamming into my body. My mouth opened in a soundless scream as I pulled the skin up from my clitoral hood and let the water directly stimulate me, like a firm tongue driving me to ecstasy. My mind was full of the sounds and scents of the club, as if I were right there, getting fucked while the music played around us.
Suddenly, my mind flashed to him losing control there in the office, when he first filled me full of his seed. Water seemed to flow from my pussy like his semen had after that, and I shuddered and put my hand against the tile wall as an orgasm rocked through me. It was the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced on my own, rocking me to my core. Tears sprang from my eyes, the pleasure was so intense that my brain almost didn't seem ready for it.
I stood there for a few moments, gasping and feeling the aftershocks of my orgasm. I knew I was sweating even as the shower rinsed it away. My mouth was dry from the champagne earlier and the exertion now. Still, this orgasm told me something important.
I'd never feel pleasure like this again without remembering James.
***
I put on a pair of cozy shorts and a t-shirt. Something comfortable, but something that James would still enjoy seeing me in. I cracked open my books and tried to get homework done. It was impossible, though. Even though the dorm was near silent on this Friday night, I kept thinking of what I was going to talk about with James when he got back. I turned on the TV and tried to zone out, but couldn't. After a while I started to get nervous, thinking about Nicole out there with James.
One hour passed, then two hours. It was after midnight when I finally turned off the TV and tried to fall asleep. With the TV no longer providing my brain with distraction, my imagination turned to the worst thoughts possible. James fucking Nicole on that VIP couch. Nicole pulling James into the men's room and getting filled up with his semen in a toilet stall. James telling the limo driver to drive around for a while so that he could fuck Nicole in the ass like he hadn't been able to do to me. It was driving me insane thinking about it.
Worse yet, I thought about if he came back here drunk. I'd have to listen to her moans, just like I had listened to girls moaning when we had been in high school, only this would be a hundred times worse.
Three hours passed. I swore that I would never fall asleep. Suddenly, I realized that the lights were on and my eyes were closed. I opened them up and saw it was 2:30 AM.
“Wake up,” Nicole said. I looked over at her and she had her shoes in her hand. Her hair was disheveled and her makeup was smeared. Her eyes looked like they were barely staying open. She was obviously close to blackout drunk.
“Hey,” I said. My voice was hoarse with sleep, even though I hadn't gotten much.
“What's wrong with your brother?” she asked. At least, I thought that's what she asked. Her mouth was barely opening and her speech was extra slurred.
“James?” I asked.
“YOUR BROTHER,” she practically yelled. “Is he married? Not that I care,” she said.
I laughed. “No, not married.”
“Well, I know he's not gay. Let me tell you. Listen to me. Are you listening?”
I crossed my arms. “Yeah, I'm listening.”
“I know what they mean when they say 'the lips said no, but his body said yes'. And let me tell you,” she said, pointing at me. “His dick was screaming 'yes' the whole night.” She made her 'yes' sound orgasmic.
“Maybe he just didn't want to take advantage of you while you were drunk,” I said.
“That's what he said! Hey, listen... Have you ever seen it?”
“Seen what?” I could barely understand her as she tottered to and fro.
“HIS. DICK.” I was glad that nobody was around tonight. The paper thin walls of the dorm let sound carry all the time.
I decided that honesty was not the best policy tonight. “No, I haven't. He's my brother.”
She cracked a smile. “When he was grinding up against me on the dance floor, I could feel how big it was. It was huge.” She held her fingers out about shoulder width, which was at least twice as big as his dick really was.
At first I was a little jealous, but I realized it would have been rude not to dance with her. Not only that, it would have aroused her suspicion. Instead, he had just aroused her in a different way. She had thrown herself at him, and I could hardly blame him for getting all hot and bothered himself. Hell, half the people watching Nicole dance up on him probably got hot and bothered.
“Let's get you in bed,” I said, propping myself up and rubbing my eyes.
“I'm not ready yet,” she informed me. She disappeared into the bathroom and I heard the sink turn on. I grabbed my phone and saw that there were new emails for me. Suddenly, I heard the sounds of her retching. I went in there and found her praying to the porcelain god. I pulled her hair back to keep her from vomiting on it, and her breath hitched.
She turned back at me. Her eyes were still closed but she was smiling. “You have no idea how good that feels,” she said, then turned back to the toilet and threw up again. I sighed and held her hair with one hand while looking at my emails with the other hand. Two emails from James.
We're leaving now. Sorry it took so long.
I just dropped Nicole off, but I didn't trust myself to come in with her. Let me know that she made it in alright or I'll be knocking on your door at 5 am.