She laughed, appreciating his bluntness. “Thanks. There's not a line forming behind me or anything, so I can’t even seem to move on. I picture him all the time. I can’t get him out of my head.”
“Join the club, babe. That’s how I feel about Luna. Always there in the back of my mind, no matter what I’m supposed to be doing.”
“Yeah, but you love her. I don’t even reallyknowhim. I guess I just lust after him.”
“Probably because you can’t have him. It makes him irresistible.”
“He is irresistible,” Reagan murmured, picturing the beard that Hudson had grown back. His dark red hair was thick and wavy, his coffee-colored eyes mesmerizing. She loved the way he wore blazers every day, whether he had on jeans or slacks. She loved the way he would sometimes take his jacket off in the middle of a lecture and roll his sleeves up. There was something like a collective sigh from the females in the class when he did that. He was tall, and she felt dominated when he was inside her.
“Yo, Reagan.”
Blushing crimson, she snapped her head up. Davis chuckled. “Sorry.”
“Damn, girl, you were deep in fantasy land.”
She groaned. “I can’t help it!”
She didn't stay for that much longer. It was getting close to her curfew so she told Davis she’d see him the next day and headed out. She drove to his place rather than walk the short distance because she often stayed past the time it got dark, especially as night came earlier and earlier. She shivered on her walk back to her building from the parking lot and waved at the RA on her way to her room. She prayed that Lydia would keep her mouth shut and not be the usual pain in the ass. Reagan knew it was a pipe dream, and sure enough, Lydia was on the phone talking loudly when Reagan let herself inside.
Reagan silently set her purse on her bed and shrugged out of her coat, hanging it over the little desk chair. They each had a desk, a chair, a single bed, and a dresser. Reagan had brought plastic stacking drawers for extra storage and a few bins that went under the bed. She found her pajamas and her bathroom bag and left the room to head to the showers. It was the only way she could escape from her roommate after curfew.
She stripped inside the shower stall even though she was alone. There was no way to know when another girl would come in and she was too modest to walk around naked like some of the other girls did. When the water was warm enough she stepped under the spray. One of the things she loved was that the water got super hot quickly, the downside being that the spray was stingy. She soaped up, thinking about what Davis had said about her being hot. She never felt like that was terribly true. She didn't think she was ugly, or anything, but not exactly hot, either. She had great hair and a pretty face, but that was the extent of it as far as she was concerned. But when she was with Hudson, he made her feel like the hottest piece of ass he’d ever seen. She loved feeling desired so much. The thought that he couldn't keep his hands off her even when the outcome was so detrimental drove her crazy.
Reagan ran her hands over her breasts as she soaped herself and found her nipples hard. It wasn't cold in the bathroom, and the water was plenty hot. It was thoughts of Hudson that had her beginning to feel turned on. She recalled the third time they'd had sex in the hotel room, the time she kept locked inside her head and never let out. It was so hot, hotter than what they’d done in his office. It was something she could tell he enjoyed, and she wanted the chance to do it again, as long as it was with him. As she pictured it, her fingers roamed down her belly to the tangle of curls between her legs. She had never attempted touching herself at school before. She was positive that someone would walk in and know what she was doing if she got into it in the bathroom. But something about the idea of being caught excited her that night. She needed relief and she couldn't find it anywhere else.
One hand slipped to her clit and began to move in circles. Slowly at first, the other hand playing with her nipple, she began to excite herself. It wasn't as good, as satisfying, as what Hudson could do to her. He had brought her to a level she hadn't known existed and he had done it each time after the first. When her breathing picked up, Reagan moved one hand to the wall to brace herself and pictured Hudson as he pounded into her, picturing the look of rapture on his face as he lost control. He was so regimented in class, but not when they were alone. That was when he let himself go and showed her a world she had only dreamed of before that night. She bit her lip as the feelings overwhelmed her, needing to be silent. The orgasm came over her in slowly building waves, sensations that built and grew until she was gasping and squeezing her thighs together. She imagined Hudson watching her masturbate as the last of the tingles ebbed, and knew it was something she wanted to try with him.
She rinsed off and hurried to get out before someone noticed how long she’d been in there. She’d made it three weeks without him, but she was weakening fast. She had to devise a plan to get back into his pants before the end of the month.
