Thread: It was just one... (Bevatoria and skittish_butterfly)

If it makes me feel better? All in my head? Why you... But somehow, hearing it from Grant did make Elizabeth feel better. A lot better. Too much better. So good her body just tingled, and her hands ached to... to touch... Oh God no, not here, not in front of him. Her fingers were trembling as she hooked her thumbs in her empty belt-loops just trying to keep them still. Then when that didn't work she immediately stuffed her hands deep in her pockets, crumbling her cookie a bit in the process. But standing there, staring back at him, that just made her so much more aware of her body heat, of the pulsing satisfaction so close to her fingers, she practically ripped her pockets from the inside in her struggle with her own desire to touch and stroke. All in her head or not, Elizabeth found herself flushed hot in the face, breathing hard like she was home tangled in her sheets, so damned close and she could feel it coming, er, oh no, not cumming, not here, not in front of Grant. Thank goodness he was already ignoring her dismissively, the jerk, going back to his work as if her problems weren't his concern. She had to get out, get away from him. You... just g-g-great, everything's f-fine for you, j-just go b-b-back to your p-p-papers. She could barely talk, barely stand still, and her arms were taut as she kept her hands stuffed in her pockets where they wouldn't... embarrass her here with what her hands really ached to do... NEEDED to do. So I have your p-p-permission, your Holy Ex-x-xaltedness, thank you s-s-so much. Her words dripped with sarcasm while she felt herself dripping with something else entirely. How could this be happening to her? It was insane. She was not this kind of girl, not the hormone-driven husband-seeking missile she saw around her in such great numbers here on campus. But her body was acting like one. He had to smell it. How could he not? Elizabeth grabbed at the door with jittery fingers, struggling to turn it properly and cursing under her breath at how stupid the door was until finally she got it open and fled. She didn't even wait to see whether he bothered looking up from his papers or whether her words even annoyed him even 10 as much as he deserved. She just ran, literally ran out of his office, the sound of her sneakers slapping and squeaking against the well-mopped tiles hopefully enough to cover the slightly embarrassing sounds she couldn't keep in any longer. She rushed straight to the bathroom two doors down from his office but there were two girls inside adjusting their stupid makeup. Why don't you go do something useful, like your homework? Elizabeth stood in the door, all but panting, shaking slightly as she glared at them, willing them to leave with her superior intellect, needing them to go so she could lock herself in a stall and... and... The two girls just giggled like a couple of idiots and made the crazy sign to each other. They offered her some eyeliner but Elizabeth just scowled at them and ran out. Ground floor bathroom was similarly crowded -- the big Freshman lecture must have just let out, there were people everywhere. She could feel the perspiration, the color in her face. Somewhere in her running her cap had fallen out of her back pocket, but she didn't bother going back. With her hair loose, more guys than usual were paying attention to her as she passed, and the part of her intellect that was still working made note of it, as if this were a scientific experiment confirming she'd been right all along about her hair, and about guys. She had no choice, no alternative in the crowded building. Elizabeth burst out of the front doors, banging her hand painfully on the door's push bar in her haste to get away from the crowd of students milling inside, so many of them paying attention to her in this state. Fast-walking across campus, back to the safety of her room, she at least caught her breath a little. Her eyes flitted back and forth, checking every guy she passed, seeing them look her over as she walked. It was sickening, and yet it made the tingles still covering her skin jump around and dance. Finally she just lowered her eyes to the sidewalk and focused on putting one leg in front of the other, trying desperately to ignore how good just the movement of her pants against her skin made her feel, how much better she yearned to make it feel. She took the stairs to her room one at a time, her face still flushed and hair flowing freely. The taunts of the guys on the second floor more subdued this time. Not really taunts at all, more like surprised notice of her presence. She kept going, ignoring behind her the whispers of disbelief, the guys wondering if it was really her or a hot Jenkins sister they'd never met. Her key worked on the third try and she slammed the door behind her, leaning against it with blessed relief as she enjoyed the privacy and quiet of her room for second, trying to slow her breathing. What was this she was feeling? How could it be so intense? Just because of... of Grant? Was this one of those twisted school-girl crushes she'd heard so much about back in the high school halls? But she was better than that. And Grant definitely wasn't. She pulled out her cell phone and pulled his number up in the contact list just to look at his picture, testing her reaction and hating the butterflies that fluttered between her legs the moment his smug mug popped up. Elizabeth tossed her cell phone onto her bed in frustration and collapsed face down. The feeling was weaker now that she was out of his office, maybe some sort of reverse endorphin effect from the brisk walk? She rolled over on her side and forced herself to try to reach for the textbook, to make her eyes focus on the words. It was a slog, just like before only not like before. Now she had the image of Grant's face in front of the words, unable to blink him away. She got up, paced her small room, opened the window and looked out into the gathering dark of evening and breathing in fresh air to clear him out of her head. She ran her fingers through her hair and even that felt so good to her it all but made her shudder. Back at the text book she was making no progress in her dedicated quest to study her way out of this. Only two pages in how long, two hours? Three? It was so hot. She stripped out of her jean, tossing the crumbled cookie onto her bedside and staring at it for a minute, thinking of how good it was. No. Resist the impulses of the body, live in the mind. She had to be more than mere biological impulse and response if she wanted to scale the heights of scientific greatness. But she couldn't take it any more. Too tired, too frustrated, her hands still shaking too much to hold the textbook still. Elizabeth lay back on her pillow in her panties, making a pained little moan from the frustration she felt with herself for not being able to overcome this. But there was a way out. Her body felt that very clearly in a way she didn't understand, like it was part of that mystical being a woman her mom had hinted about, back when that was possible. Elizabeth was a scientist, not just a woman, but her body didn't seem to get that memo. She closed her eyes and tried desperately not to think of Grant as her fingers slipped inside her panties, her nipples taut against the fabric of her tshirt. If felt so good Elizabeth drew in a sharp breath and her back arched on the bed. She spread her legs, opening herself to her own touch, feeling the soft curls between her legs damp against her fingers as she stroked and moaned, her other hand lightly caressing and teasing her nipples on some sort of autopilot that just knew exactly what sensation she needed. Her moans grew louder and she looked at the open window in a panic. Rolling over with her heart pounding and her breath coming so short, she accidentally knocked her cell phone from the bed and sent it clattering on the wooden floor. It took all her strength to stop touching herself and struggle up from her bed on new-born colt's legs, to wobble over to the wall and get the window closed. With the window closed her own scent became that much stronger to her and she barely made it back to the bed before she collapsed in it, immediately stuffing her hand back between her legs and stroking herself furiously. Not Grant, not Grant, just not Grant, she thought over and over again, her every thought of not Grant as she approached the blistering heat of pleasure trapped inside her. Just not Grant. She stroked and rubbed, and broke through barriers that had blocked her the previous night, rolling around on the bed and yelping with pleasure, just... just... just so close. But she couldn't rub herself quite hard enough, or quite fast enough, or quite... something. She didn't stop until her arm was getting tired and her shirt was drenched with sweat and her panties drenched with... other stuff. She shrugged out of the damp heat of her tshirt, her small breasts coming free in the evening air and making her nipples tingle with excitement anew. She rubbed and stroked a little more but it didn't help, her bare legs spread wide and trembling with eagerness but unable to close the deal. Elizabeth lay in bed, spent and frustrated, covered in sweat and tangled in her sheets, panting and red in the face like she'd just run a marathon and finished last, collapsing yards short of the finish line. Not Grant. This was still his fault. She tried not to think about him, but couldn't stop herself. He had even said she had his permission, just like at the party. And she was still a mess. She saw her phone lying on the floor and rolled out of the bed, the sheet wrapped around her ankle coming with her. All but crawling on hands and knees, Elizabeth got herself across the hardwood floor to the phone. She picked it up and slumped back against the wall, her legs spread, one hand slipping back into her soaked panties while the other thumbed the phone and called up Grant's contact info, bringing his picture popping up again. Her body flushed wetly inside at the sight of him. It was ridiculous, but she didn't bother trying to analyze it, she just stroked herself, staring at his picture while convincing herself she was just doing what she needed to get him out of her head, to get him away from all her important thoughts, to toss him back on the scrap heap in the back of her head where he belonged. And still, gasping and writhing on the floor, she couldn't get there, couldn't shake herself free. It was like whatever feeling hearing Grant's permission in his office had faded with time or distance or... something, still affecting her and stuck in her head but just not enough. Was she going to be trapped like this forever? Ruined? Still stroking herself, unable to stop, her anger at Grant for what he'd done to her was too much and she hit the Call button. She heard the phone ringing and immediately hung up, suddenly too nervous at the thought of actually hearing his voice. Hearing his voice. Her fingers moved faster and she ached so bad inside she couldn't stand it. She stabbed at the button again, hit the 'speakerphone' button and dropped the phone to the floor as her other hand reached for her swollen nipples, rubbing her breasts while she trembled and moaned and stroked herself. Elizabeth ached to hear Grant's voice. She heard the click. Nothing. He must be listening. Oh God, did he hear her breathing, the little moans? The unbelievably wet sound her fingers were making between her legs? Grant? I kn-n-ow that's y-you. Say something. S-say something! It's me, El-liszab-b-beth. She half swallowed her own name trying to get it out. Damn it G-grant th-this isn't f-funny. You s-said, you said, I h-had your p-p-permission! To c-c-cum! She was out of pride, even her disdain for him gone missing for the moment. There was no thought left but her need and desperation. P-please, h-help me! Every word practically required it's own breath to get out and maybe he'd think it was just a prank caller, or a mental patient stole her phone. And she wasn't sure if she'd be relieved if he hung up thinking that, or if she'd scream and go fully mad never leaving her floor again until they came and scraped her up and drove her off to a nice facility somewhere. Like her mother.