"Bliss" that's the only word that describes accurately the sheer magnitude of pleasure I received as she kneaded my tired muscles. Katherine really was quite good. I enjoyed the feeling so much that I would occasionally moan my approval.
"If you don't mind can you stop doing that" She said. Baffled, I looked over my shoulder and said "What?"
" Stop those guttural noises with your throat. You're, well...you're making me wish my boyfriend was here."
BOYFRIEND!! Did I hear that right? I tried to conceal my pain with fake laughter. Of course, just my luck she would have a guy. Beautiful as she was it surprised me she didn't say she had ten.
"Whatever! What do you expect me to do, gag my mouth?"
"No, no but do you have to be so vocal?"
I turned back around smiling as she continued her ministrations on my lower back. A good half hour had gone by and we didn't say much except for the odd platitude about school.
"Boyfriend, huh?" I asked being the interested friend that I was supposed to be. "How come in the time I've known you, you never mentioned a boyfriend?"
"Well, we don't see each other much, he works and I'm in school. We try to see each other on the weekends though."
Yes, of course. It all started to make sense. I would hardly see her on weekends. I just assumed she went home or worked or something. I never really gave it much thought. I also wished she hadn't told me. The weekend would be here soon and now, I would have to picture Katherine, the girl of all my recent dreams in a submissive position fucking some poor bastard's brain out. Great!
She rambled on about her mystery man while I tried to feign interest.
God pleeease stop with the boyfriend already.
It was slowly killing me. The buzz I would get when she accidentally caressed the sides of my breasts was all but gone too. Sure enough to add insult to injury there was a knock at the door.
Can someone just shoot me!
Katherine jumped up a little too fast. She had this look, like she had just been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Secretly, I wished it was caught somewhere else. I managed to pull myself together while she answered the door.
"Hey, Katie! How are you? I was just in the neighbourhood...thought I would swing by" She threw her arms around this dapper looking kind of guy and embraced him a little too long.
I mean, I know she's touchy feely. She's like that with everybody. But this was different. I felt oddly uncomfortable. Roger, as I later found out was giving me the heads up when Katherine, introduced us.
"Rog, I'm soo sorry, this is my friend Cassie, she lives down the hall. Frosher. We were just hanging out after volleyball.
"Cassie, this is my dearest friend in the whole world Roger, he's been in Scotland for awhile."
When did you get back?" she asked him. Sensing they had a lot of catching up to do I told her I would talk to her later. "Uh, okay. I'll catch up with you later." she said as I walked out.
I left feeling defeated. I can't explain why I felt that way but I did. After that night I knew things wouldn't be the same between us. I went back to my own room. Closed the door and hit the play button on the CD player. As Prince's, "How come you don't call me anymore" sounded through the speakers, I laid down on my bed pondering what had just happened. I was crushed out. I was in love with someone that I couldn't have. What was I going to do?
A few days had passed by since the massage. I had made the concerted effort to avoid her as much as possible. It wasn't because I didn't want to be with her. It's just that everytime we were near, I wished we were doing the horizontal bed dance. It was torture. If I were I guy I would have developed a serious case of blue balls. I knew she suspected something because she kept trying to get closer while I would pull away.
Routinely, she would knock on my door and I wouldn't answer. I knew it was her because I would look through the peep-hole. I even went so far as to cancel some of my volleyball practices just to avoid those wonderous blue eyes. If being around her was torture than not being around her was death.
The only good thing that came out of all of this avoidance was my grades improved dramatically. I would spend a good two hours a night at the library because I knew she would be in her room.
I also decided to use my membership at Proctor, the campus athletic centre. She became my motivation. I would get on the treadmill and just picture her at the end of it. I could go on like that for a good hour before collapsing. I was running to be with her, to touch her. I kept this up for a good three weeks. Studying, running and lifting weights. Three weeks with minimal contact.
Reading week came and I was going home for the week. I was packing some stuff when there was a knock on the door. I hadn't locked it as I wasn't use to people just barging in.
Just as I made my way to the door to see who it was, Katherine made her way in and closed the door being her. She had this determined look in her eyes. I'm sure I just looked plain shocked...
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