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

Lying still, insides still swirling with warmth, absolutely nothing in her head, nothing at all. Elizabeth felt joy as she did a complex variable analysis in her head, just because she could, the only thing dimming her happiness the fact that her hands were still between her legs, her hips grinding now and again still against her slick and glistening fingers as the very last bits of bliss worked their way out of her exhausted body. And she was so tired, so hungry. Elizabeth was so hungry. She reached past the still active phone, scarcely even aware of it, her attention all on the cookie just out of her reach. Her glistening hand reached for it, knocking her phone and Grant's still active contact picture skittering across the floor a little farther away as she struggled with her knees against the floor to slide her sweat slicked body the last foot or two across the wood floor, until finally her wet fingers closed on the cookie and brought it to her lips. She closed here eyes, smelling the exquisite aroma wafting from the partially crumbled cookie along with the vulgar scent coming so powerfully from her own hand. The smell of her hand should have bothered her, embarrassed her, made her leap up to wash her hand and fling the soiled cookie in the garbage, but somehow the cookie's aroma made it ok, made even her own wanton juices smell wonderful. Everything was fine in her world and she was at peace as she took a first bite, even a bit of her own dampness adding a bit of flavor that the cookie somehow made seem perfect. Even Grant's voice on the phone talking to her was ok. Grant. She took another bite, chewing slowly, her body warming even more as she swallowed it. What are you doing? he asked. She didn't want to answer, too busy chewing a third bite. But if she didn't, he would just keep bothering her. Make something up, anything, just make him leave her alone. Jen mumbled through a mouthful of delicious cookie, Mrrrm getting dressed. No, that wasn't right. The little part of her head that wasn't lost in the cookie scolded the part that was for saying something like that to him, tried to fix it... I mrrrm, mrrrrm, I mean, uh, hungry, having a snack. That sounded innocent. No way that could get her in trouble. Elizabeth popped the last little bit of cookie in her mouth and then licked the crumbs from her fingers, tasting herself more than the cookie, but it didn't matter. Everything was good now. Grant's voice from the phone again, Are you satisfied? Was it really that hard for him to shut up long enough just to let her enjoy a bite of cookie? That's none of your business, Grant. She went on chewing contentedly, until he pestered her again. I have to know. Satisfied? As she chewed and swallowed the last bit of cookie, she wriggled at the thought of how satisfied she was, her world was perfect, if he would just leave her alone. Tell him anything, just make him be quiet, so she could dwell in perfection for a few minutes and drift off to sleep. Sleep. She was so tired. Tell him anything. Yes, Grant, for the love of God, I'm satisfied, all right, now will you please shut the hell up? Her eyes flared open briefly, realizing she'd told him the truth. But she let it be, just wanting quiet. But Grant was genetically annoying, it was in his blood and he couldn't help it. He had to talk again, didn't he. I'm sure you won't be satisfied again until you see me. His stupid words annoyed Elizabeth, almost as insulting as his words at the party that started the whole mess. Irked again, she felt them bury themselves in her heart like an arrow, but this time she decided to just ignore him. She felt to good to worry about it, to get herself all worked up about a vile man's idiotic and perverted words. Elizabeth was a smart girl and she'd learned her lesson. Nothing could shake her peace of mind, not even Grant, not even the little phrase he'd just left festering away inside her. She groaned, impatient with him, her cookie gone now and her eyes so bleary she could barely keep them open. Her hand reached out for the phone. Whatever, Grant, whatever. I'm not playing any more of your games. Good night. She snapped the phone shut on him, not even waiting for him to talk lest he say something worse and take away any of the utter goodness she felt wrapped around her. Elizabeth lay on her floor, naked and sweaty, the phone still in her hand, her other hand still shiny from what she'd done, gently touching herself as her eyes slowly closed. The lights were still on but it was dark outside, the middle of the night. And Elizabeth drifted off right where she was on the floor. She slept on the hard wood, deep sleep, with swirling dreams of Grant and cookies and pleasure. She woke only once as dawn's first rays peeked through her window. The warm glow was gone, but she still felt good. Really good. The sweat on her body had dried, and she'd somehow moved to the middle of the floor in her sleep. Her hair was in her face and she brushed it aside, sniffing at a faintly lurid smell from her hand. She felt a mild ache, a yearning between her legs, but after feeling so good the night before, she didn't worry about it. She closed her eyes and let her thoughts drift as her hand went back between her legs, stroking herself absentmindedly as thoughts of Grant and cookies slowly dragged her back into her dreams. Her stroking felt good, but led her body nowhere. Still, she was too at peace to worry about it, and fell deeply asleep again on the floor. Elizabeth didn't wake for many more hours, until it was already 11 in the morning. She hadn't set an alarm! Morning classes were already half over, she was missing them! Leaping to her feet she reached for the nearby jeans, thinking to just dress quickly and run to what remained of her classes. But sniffing the jeans, she recoiled in horror. Had she been walking around smelling like that? Her body's odors were coming from the jeans, strong in the crotch, and she closed her eyes with embarrassment suddenly remembering the previous night. Well she'd learned her lesson, she really had. She wasn't going to let him get her upset. His comment about being satisfied again? It was like he never said anything to her. Over, done with, never happened. But Elizabeth needed a shower, a bite to eat. She wasn't going to make class. Uncharacteristically, she decided to take a little time to shower and grab a bite for breakfast from the kiosk and then skip classes entirely. She was behind in her research after the mess Grant had made of her day yesterday, so she thought she'd go into the lab early instead of class. And that way Grant wouldn't be there yet either. She wouldn't have to see him until much later in the afternoon, if at all. Maybe she'd leave before he came in. The thought of facing him suddenly sending intense feelings through her, embarrassment mostly, even thought everything was his fault, not hers. She showered slowly, enjoying the hot water, soaping herself far longer than she usually did, wanting to wash away an entire day of her life. Her hands felt good on her body, which was nice, and she lost herself in the sensations a little, enjoying touching herself without all the frustration Grant had caused her. It felt good, and she felt her body responding, so she touched a little more, opening her soapy legs enough to stroke more firmly where she needed it. She never did this, certainly not twice in one week, but the memory of how amazing she'd felt the night before was still strong, and the thought of feeling that way again drove her on. Elizabeth stroked and stroked, breathing harder, moaning in the shower and trying not to think of Grant as she got closer and closer. She could hear the wet sound, the warm shower water bathing her, feeling perfect if only for his image flitting in and out of her head. Somehow, thinking of him just ruined everything, and she couldn't quite reach that bliss she'd found earlier. Frustrated, she gave up, still breathing hard, and rinsed off. No matter. She was not going to let him get to her. She dressed, picking another tshirt from one of her dad's conferences, the nipples of her small breasts taut and making her gasp as she pulled the tshirt over them without a bra on. Elizabeth didn't think she could stand a bra today. Fresh panties and then a pair of jeans. She pulled out a pair she almost never wore, tighter, a pair a boy she'd briefly dated in high school had bought her in the mall one day, telling her she'd look hot in them. Her mind flitted to the boys staring at her the day before and she touched herself momentarily through her panties, then shook her head and stepped into the tight jeans. She turned and looked at herself in the mirror. Was she cute? In a skinny kind of way? She thought, maybe. She brushed out her hair until it was smooth and shiny and lustrous, falling loosely down her back. Elizabeth headed for the door with just her lab notebook, and her bag. Where was her hat? It wasn't on the peg by the door. She was so hungry, she ended up ignoring it and just going out with her hair loose. Maybe she'd buy another hat after she was done in the lab. Breakfast, a frozen burrito in the microwave and orange juice through a straw. Then she eagerly headed to the lab, ignoring everyone else going to class. She could find out what she missed later. Important work was ahead of her. She headed off to the lab, smiling secretly at the eyes of various boys and men on her as she walked, her tight jeans, her hair free, feeling so good about herself. As she sat at her work station, though, she kept glancing to Grant's area, needing to check whether he was there, the thought of him coming in sending ripples of anticipation and embarrassment rolling through her. She was back to messing up the simplest tests with jittery fingers and her frustration was growing. Elizabeth really wanted to get her head straight, stop thinking and worrying and feeling ashamed about him. But mostly it was because she wanted to finish her experiment and get out of the lab before his shift started, even the thought of him looking at her making her face turn bright red. She sat and tried to calm herself, and her hand drifted between her legs. Realizing what she'd done, she jerked up right and scanned the room, ready to stare down anyone who'd seen it, but thankfully she was unnoticed as far as she knew. It was that feeling again, though. But last night, she'd dealt with it just fine, more than fine even. Elizabeth looked around to make sure no one was watching, everyone busy at their stations, and snuck off to the bathroom, locking herself in a stall. She pulled down the tight jeans, and then the panties, and sat on the toilet's seat. She closed her eyes, a little embarrassed at what she needed to do, but it was important for her to be able to concentrate and finish. She spread her legs and started stroking herself, just like last night. Her leg muscles started tightening up as it felt so good, and her toes and ankles started to point as the pleasure built. Breathing hard and moaning as softly as she could, thinking intently about finishing before Grant saw her, before Grant saw her, before Grant saw her... She couldn't get there, so turned on, her nipples taut and throbbing under her tshirt, fingers wet again, hips bucking on the toilet seat, but she was stuck. And now she could smell herself again, her hands, between her legs. The dampness was easy enough to wipe away with some papers but the scent was still there, at least she could smell it. Hopefully it was all in her head. She dressed up, a little shaky, and half-stumbled out of the stall, starting to feel that desperation return, like early the day before. She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked good. How could she feel this miserable? Glancing at her watch, she realized her next batch was due to come out in 2 minutes. She checked herself in the mirror and walked back to her station, hurrying and trying very very hard not to let her trembling fingers mess up again as her eyes kept checking Grant's work area even more than before. She was a mess.