Literotic asexstories – The Dark Side Ep. 02 by lovely_kitten,lovely_kitten
An ordinary, silent night in a snow-filled forest was split by occasional snow crunches. Each crunch was followed by a moment of silence. Sounds slowly but steadily moved deeper and deeper; until they stopped for a moment longer than previously. A dim light, not more bigger than a dot, appeared between trees.
“What are you…” a young masculine voice whispered.
“Wait… I have to check,” a different masculine voice, barely audible, whispered in reply.
“You said you know where it is,” the first voice whispered.
“Yes,” the second voice quietly answered. “But I have never been here in winter. Summer nights are way brighter, and that helps quite a lot.”
Suddenly, something cracked and fell in the fluffy snow between trees near where they stood. An eerie silence overtook the surroundings. A few moments passed before nearby bushes started slightly shaking and cracking. Someone or something was there. Another second or two passed, and everything stopped.
A small creature appeared from the snow next to the bushes. It looked at two tall strangers for a split second or a bit longer, and they looked back. As the tall figure with a dimly lit display in his hand turned the light source towards the tiny creature, it quickly jumped away. In a blink of an eye, it was gone, leaving behind its little footprints in the snow and the sound of crunching snow each time it landed.
“Shi-i-i-it…” a figure with a young masculine voice quietly breathed out. “What was that?”
“A rabbit or squirrel,” the other figure answered, turning the dim display of a device towards himself. “Don’t tell me you filled your pants.”
“Almost.”
“Calm down. They don’t even know we’re here,” a dark figure tapped on the device’s screen in his palm.
“Why, then, must we be so quiet and careful?”
“Because…” The figure made quick swiping gestures on the screen and started moving forward. “Because we don’t want them to know.”
They walked for a few more minutes, turning right and left until the figure holding the device in his hand stopped next to a tree. After putting it away in his coat pocket, he leaned towards the tree and tried to reach something by rising on his tiptoes.
“What are you doing?” asked his companion.
“I can’t reach the foldable ladder,” the tall figure whispered. Before anything else was said, his fingertips touched something. Instinctively, he pressed his body closer to the tree, face brushing against the cold bark.
Once again, the echoing sound of cracking branches filled the cold and silent air, accompanied by the slight sound of crunching snow.
“Did you hear that?” whispered a young masculine figure with concern in his voice as he looked in the direction from which the sound came.
Silence overtook the forest again. The young man was so concentrated on picking up any movement in the area from which the sound came that he even stopped breathing for a moment. His trans-like state was disrupted when his companion poked him twice from behind.
“Stop freaking out,” the tall masculine figure whispered. “Climb up,” he gestured towards the ladder now unfolded and hanging in front of the tree. “There is no one but us out here,” he added as the young masculine figure started climbing the tree. After briefly glancing around, he followed his companion up.
“Does anyone come here at all?” The young man gasped after entering the treehouse and turning on a flashlight on a power bank that he took out of his coat pocket.
“Are you allergic to dust?” The tall figure slipped by his companion and reached a table with an oldish-looking phone and dial pad in the room’s far corner.
“No, but… Everything feels so ancient here,” the young man quietly continued, looking at the rolled mattresses in the corners covered in spider webs.
“Those are for an emergency,” the tall figure said, noticing where his companion was looking. “Haven’t Flora and Thunder explained anything?”
“They told me part of my task and gave me a bunch of these,” the young man reached the table and shook the power bank in his hand.
“Oh, great,” the tall figure snapped the object out of his companion’s hand and turned off the flashlight. “Let’s fill this baby up,” he said, placing the powerbank into the free slot of a tower on the table next to the phone.
“All of them just to power the phone?” the young man whispered in disbelief, seeing at least a half-dozen power banks filling up the tower with USB cables already attached.
“No, they are powering the directional antenna up there,” the tall man slightly gestured with his left hand towards the window. “There should be five more. Do you have all of them?”
“Yes, they gave me a few,” the young companion took power banks out of his coat pockets and, one by one, handed them over to a friend, who slid each of them into tower slots before attaching USB cables.
After the last power bank was connected, the tall figure pressed a button on the hub that combined inputs from all of them. A small green light appeared next to each cable, including one attached to the phone with a dial pad and a thicker one that led to the window. Not losing any moment, he took out his smartphone. After making a few taps and gestures on it, he placed the dimly lit device on the table next to the phone with a dial pad.
“Fauna managed to get contacts only for four birdies,” the tall man said, picking up a handset from the top of the oldish phone.
“Was there more?” The young man looked at the dimly lit screen, which showed a bit of a blurry photo with names and phone numbers written on someone’s palm.
“Yes…” the companion answered, pushing the cradle multiple times and pressing some keys on the dial pad. “She almost got caught… Shit! I have to climb up and check what’s with the antenna,” he said, handing the handset to the young man.
“I don’t hear anything,” the young man blurted out after placing the handset to his ear.
“You will,” the tall man walked to the window of the tree house and, with eyes, followed the thick cable running up into the treetop. “Press asterisk. If you hear a beep, twice press zero, followed by a pound key, and wait for the dial tone. When you hear it, dial the number. Rest, you know.”
For a moment, the young man glanced away at a dial pad and the picture with phone numbers on the smartphone’s screen. When he looked back, his tall companion was already outside, climbing up the tree. It took a few seconds for his companion to disappear from his view and several more to become totally silent around him. Turning his attention to the oldish phone, he pressed and held the phone for a second or two, then pressed the asterisk on the dial pad, as he was told. The handset still wasn’t giving out any sound.
Before repeating the actions, he pressed the handset between ear and shoulder, taking a dimly lit smartphone in his hands. Zooming in on the names in the picture, he read the names out to himself: “Annie, Zaiga, Irina, Gvido.”
It didn’t take long for the tall companion to reach the treetop. The night above the trees was bright, with the full moon shining in clear skies. If not for the occasional coldish wind gusts that blew straight in his face, he could look at the beautiful scenery and admire the Latvian nature for a while. The only regret he felt was that he had to leave his phone back down because the sight in front of his eyes was magical and deserved to be captured.
The thought about the phone reminded him of the reason why he was up there. Looking at the pole mounted to the tree, he noticed three small lights on it. The lower one, indicating power, was lit green. The middle one was yellow and occasionally blinked, while the upper one was lit red.
“Damn it,” he muttered under his breath, reaching out to adjust the antenna. His fingers were numb from the cold, but he slightly twisted the antenna. The red light flickered, then turned green. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he descended, careful not to slip on the icy bark.
As he descended, he heard the crunching of snow, followed by the sound of cracking branches somewhere on the ground nearby. The tall man interrupted his descent and carefully listened, but the forest filled with eerie silence. After waiting for a moment and not hearing anything, he decided to continue his descent. At that exact moment, snow on the ground crunched once again, followed by a whoosh sound shortly before an object hit the back of his head, causing him to lose consciousness and fall down from the tree.
Meanwhile, miles away, a smartphone screen lit up and started loudly ringing in a darkened and silent room of an apartment in a Riga neighborhood.
Awakened by the sudden sound in the middle of the night, a girl threw away a blanket and jumped out of her two-story bed. With a few bounces on her bare feet across the room, she reached the table where the source of light and sound was lying.
“Yes?” she asked in her hollow sleepy voice after tapping on the screen.
For a moment, all she heard was static crackling, reminiscent of an out-of-tune radio, when a young masculine voice, barely hearable, said: “Hello. Annie?”
“Who is this?” the still half-asleep girl asked.
“It’s…” the young man’s voice was muffled by a sudden crackling noise.
“Hello? Who is this?” the girl asked once more.
The girl could hear someone speaking but could not distinguish the words behind such powerful crackling noise. She was ready to hang up the call when words came through: “… don’t come here. It’s dangerous…” Another severe wave of crackling muffled the speaker for a moment. “… kill you.” Words were followed by loud bangs, similar to the sound of something falling to the ground.
“Sorry, who is this?” slightly irritated the girl asked, rubbing the sleep out of her eye. “Hello?” she asked, not hearing anything behind the crackling noise shortly before the call dropped.
“Sounds like someone finally found your profile on a dating app,” her sister laughed in her sleepy voice and pulled a blanket over her head.
“Actually, Annie,” the girl gripped her sister’s phone in her palm tighter, “he was looking for you.”
THE DARK SIDE
Episode 2
A few days after New Year’s celebrations, Sunday came – the last day of the winter holidays. For me, it was also the last day at home with my family: I had made up my mind and decided to transfer to the school that Ms. Pine suggested.
“Annie, are you sure you don’t want us to come with you?” My mom kept me asking again and again.
“Mom, imagine me walking in that office surrounded by my parents and siblings,” I finally said. “It will give them the impression that I need a nanny, and they might reconsider my acceptance.”
My mom pressed her lips together and looked at me with her deadliest look possible. “Or maybe they’ll see that you still have family,” she finally said after a moment of silence.
“Your mom is right,” my dad budded in, “even celebrities have bodyguards.”
“Only celebrity here is Marta, so guard her,” I said. “I have guarded my body pretty well for the last 18 years and will do so also for the next ones.”
My little brother Robbie lighted up and curiously asked: “So, you won’t have sex till you’re 36?”
“Marta, who had been quietly chewing on something, suddenly choked at Robbie’s question. She started coughing, half-laughing and half-choking, her eyes watering as she tried to regain her composure.
“Shut up, little smurf!” I shouted. “That’s not what I meant. Anyway, you’re too young for that,” I added while calming down.
“But you’re not,” he protested, his face scrunching up in confusion. “You’re old.”
“Thanks for the reminder,” I said, rolling my eyes. “But I can handle myself, okay? I’ll be fine.”
“Alright,” my dad said finally. “But you call us the moment you get there, okay? And if anything feels off, you come straight home.”
“I will,” I promised, giving them both a reassuring smile. “I’ll be fine, really.”
Just a few hours later, I found myself sitting in the backseat of a van that was carrying me and6 other newly accepted students to our new school. All of them were around 15, heading either for junior high or first year of high school, deeply engaged with each other, sharing funny tik tok or memes. Besides listening and observing them, I could watch the road either through the front windshield or the small window on the back of the van beside me. Since there were no other windows, eventually it meant that the interior was too dark to read a book.
A girl who sat on my side of the van and introduced herself as Irina tried to chat with me, but we didn’t have much to talk about: she already knew her future path – becoming a chemist and developing a cure for cancer and other diseases, while I didn’t have any exact idea what I want to be. I told her that I like literature and languages, which obviously wasn’t her thing, so she turned to the girl on her other side and chatted with her.
Roughly an hour after we departed from our meeting point – an office building in the heart of Riga, the two-lane road began its meandering journey through a dense forest. Suddenly, without any prior warning, the youngsters found themselves disconnected: any video or music playing came to an abrupt halt. However, this sudden silence went unnoticed by some. For instance, Irina and her new acquaintance were so engrossed in a discussion about biochemistry that they only checked their phones when the other youngsters began questioning each other about their own lack of service.
We spent several more minutes driving through the forest, which absorbed as much daylight as it could from the scant sunlight of January afternoons here in Latvia. As we emerged from the forest, light returned, and it seemed to me even brighter outside than when we had boarded the van back in Riga.
As the forest receded further and further behind us, the orange beams of the setting sun streamed through the window. The van began to slow down until it rolled to a stop next to a group of people on the side of the snowy road.
A moment of total silence. The sliding door of the van clicked and slid open. A girl in her early 20s appeared in front of us and looked inside.
“Hello, everyone!” she said in a cheerful tone. “I’m Ieva. Maybe you’ve heard about the blondie with the red apple. Well, that’s me. And my friends are highly trained snakes, so don’t play dirty jokes with me. Yes, welcome to paradise.”
I smiled at her clever reference to the biblical Eve in Genesis, but it seemed that youngsters didn’t get it. I used the brief moment she was waiting for the reactions to get a better look at her.
She wore a hand-knitted cap of a deep, midnight blue that sat jauntily atop her head, covering her ears. A matching dark green scarf, hand-knitted as well, was looped stylishly around her neck, matching the charcoal-gray parka that reached down to her knees, its fur-lined hood pushed back to reveal her cap.
When I looked into her eyes, I almost lost my breath. I already saw them. Knew them.
“Oh, already afraid of me. That was easier than I thought,” she said, pulling a piece of paper from her pocket and unfolding it. “I’ll call your names one by one. When you hear your name, please step out of the van,” she continued, stepping aside from the van doorway and scanning the paper in her hand.
First, she called out two boys’ names – Teodor and Gvido. After getting out of the van, they were paired with a buddy named Markus. Then followed Zaiga and Irina, who was paired with the girl named Vineta, and she finished up calling out the names of Deniss and Rachel. Ieva started chatting with her newly gained buddies and most likely forgot about the list. She slowly folded it back together.
“Okay, let’s go,” Ieva said.
“Ieva, I don’t have anyone,” a feminine voice said from nearby.
“Haven’t I called everyone?” Ieva looked back inside. She scanned the space, looking towards me, and I looked back, straight into her eyes.
I felt paralyzed. I couldn’t breathe, nor blink, nor move the slightest part of my body. My heart started beating like crazy. These are Ms. Pine’s eyes, but this is Ieva. How is this even possible? Or am I imagining things again?
Before I fainted due to lack of oxygen, Ieva blinked and turned away.
“Oh, hi!” said a girl who appeared in the van’s doorway. She had already taken the paper from Ieva and quickly scanned it as she unfolded it. “Annie, right?” she glanced at the list in her hand.
“Oh, sorry. Yes, Annie,” I said as I regained my breath. “I think I daydreamed.”
“That’s fine,” she smiled at me. “Come, join us,” she gestured to me with the hand holding the list and moved away from the van doorway.
I quickly grabbed my bag and backpack and finally stepped out of the van.
“Hey, I’m Margarita,” the girl introduced herself. “You can call me Margo,” her green eyes sparkling behind tiny framed glasses. “But please, don’t ‘Ma’ or ‘Ma Ma’ me,” she smiled broadly, corners of her lips touching her dark red colored hair.
“Hey, finish up,” came Ievas voice. We both looked in her direction to see her and the rest of the group walking away.
Margo raised her hand, showing her thumbs up. “And what’s even better, I’m your buddy,” she looked back at me.
“See you,” Ievas voice came again. Margo looked back at her and waved to her with the paper she still held in her hand. I smiled and waved to her as well.
“I hope we haven’t forgotten anyone,” Margo said, instantly turning serious and once more scanning through the list in her hand.
“I guess the driver doesn’t count,” I blurted out.
“Unfortunately – no,” she looked inside the van through the open doors and moments later slid them close. Not wasting any second, she knocked on the passenger side window in front of the van and showed thumbs up to the driver.
I looked around. Sun was slowly sliding down behind the forest, coloring high clouds in a light shade of orange while the afternoon sky transited from orange to afternoon blue. If not for the setting Sun, I would be totally oblivious to directions because everywhere I looked – the forest was the horizon. Not counting the buildings in the distance and walkways, it was one big snowy field. Snow looked so pure and white. I closed my eyes and deeply inhaled the cold air. When I opened my eyes again and exhaled, Margo was already standing before me, looking at me with sparkling eyes and a wide smile.
“It’s…It’s just… WOW,” I managed to say, gesturing towards the sunset.
“Ye-ey, I knew that you’ll like it,” she chirped, with such excitement and sincerity, that I felt like the beautiful scenery was her well-crafted gift to me. “Let’s go and check how it looks from your room,” she gestured towards the buildings.
It was in the same direction where the group went, but I didn’t see them anymore. As I looked at the buildings, I started wondering which of these was the dormitory and what was in the others.
“Hey, maybe I can help you with your bag?” Margo’s voice snapped me back to reality. “Weight on your shoulders is weight on mine; maybe we can share it?”
“Sure,” I took off my messenger bag from my left shoulder and handed it over to Margo, who placed it over her right one.
As we walked towards the buildings, I kept looking around and under my feet. The walkway, wide enough for three people to walk side by side comfortably, was made of black rectangular tiles, neatly arranged and slightly gleaming in the fading sunlight. The tiles were smooth and surprisingly clean, separated by small canals that ran between them and along the sides of the walkway. Like there would be an invisible wall, white snow cover ended at the outer side of these walkway canals that ran along it.
As I gazed up at the setting sun, I was met with a scene of indescribable beauty. The scenery took my breath away, compelling me to reach into my coat pocket for my phone. I was eager to capture this spectacular sight, to freeze this moment in time. But, my disappointment was palpable when the images failed to mirror the stunning vista before my eyes.
“Can I help?”Margo asked, seeing my disappointment and stepping next to me.
“No… I don’t know…” I showed her what I managed to capture, “it looks totally different.”
“May I try?” she asked.
“Sure,” I exited the gallery view and handed her my phone, with the camera on screen.
She made some sliding and tapping gestures, Turned the camera towards the sky, and took the picture. Exhaled with audible “Ha? Hmm…” made a few more taps and sliding gestures on the screen and snapped a few more times. When she showed me the results, I was amazed and left speechless. Before I regained my speech abilities, she offered to take a picture of me on that spectacular background. That was the offer I couldn’t refuse.
After my little photo session, the first thing was to pick out the best of the best snaps and send them to my family’s WhatsApp group. But after sharing photos, I realized that there still is no service. A heavy sigh of disappointment escaped my lips.
“Is everything alright?” Margo asked with concern in her voice. “Is something wrong with pictures?”
“No… No…” I slid my phone back into my warm winter coat pocket. “Your pictures are just amazing; it’s just… There’s no service.”
“Oh, that one,” she lighted up. “We don’t have mobile service here, but plenty of internet will be in your room. And thanks for the compliment.”
“No, I’m serious – the images you took are stunning,” I kept praising her as we continued our walk.
“Really, thanks. Your appreciation means a lot to me, but it’s just a lucky coincidence,” Margo said. After a brief silence, she added: {But if you wish, later, I could show you some of my other works.”
I was intrigued and took her on this offer as well.
After a few more minutes, a few more turns, and a light chatter about buildings as we passed them until we stopped next to one.
“Welcome home. That’s our dorm,” Margo gestured towards the four-story building next to us. “Do you have your student ID card?”
“You mean the one I was given today?”I reached for the compartment in my messenger bag. After quickly running through the items in it, I took out a credit card-sized card with my name.
“Yes,” Margo nodded. “To get in, you must place it on a pad next to the door.”
When I tapped my card on the pad, a green text with the date and time appeared above it. I grabbed the doorknob, slightly turned it, and a moment later, we were already inside. But what I saw inside really confused me.
We were standing in the middle of a hallway that ran from one side of the building to another. Behind me was one entrance door, but in front of me were tens of others. There was a number on each door, and two doors shared one tap pad, one of which had a knob on the right side but the other one on the left.
“These are walk thru closets,” explained Margo. “Each room has one closet; for single rooms, they are smaller; for double rooms, they are slightly bigger. The rule in our dorms is to leave your outdoor clothing there, including footwear.”
We reached between doors on which were numbers 303 and 304.
“It’s a good idea to keep some clothes there for change and plastic bags,” she gestured towards the pad next to us. “Just in case you get caught in heavy summer or spring rain, and you’re soaking wet from head to toe.”
I tapped my card on the pad, and it again greeted me by displaying the date and time in greenish color above it. I touched the doorknob on a door with the number 304, but it didn’t turn.
“Other one,” Margo said and opened the door on the opposite side of the pad. “Your room is 303.”
I thanked her and peeked inside. It was narrow and, at best, a 5 feet long space. The hangers were sturdy, ready to hold heavy winter coats, and the shelf above was spacious enough for hats, gloves, and scarves. Beneath the hangers was a metal grate, a clever addition that would allow any wetness from dripping clothes or shoes to drain away, keeping the floor dry. The stool in the corner, next to the door on the opposite side, was thoughtful, providing a place to sit while changing footwear.
“All this also applies to your guests,” Margo continued, handing over my messenger bag. “They must leave their outdoor clothes and footwear here with you.”
“Yes, I got it – in dorms only with slippers and clean clothes,” I took the bag and placed it on the floor next to the door on the opposite side.
“Not exactly,” Margolightly giggled. “Slippers and clothes are not mandatory in dorms. You can walk barefoot if you wish. But now, I could go and change. Would it be okay if I leave you here and we meet on the other side?”
“Sure, see you there,” I replied, giving her a nod and a smile. She returned the smile and closed the door behind her.
I quickly hung up my coat and scarf, placed my boots on the grate, and slipped on the pair of slippers I had packed in my bag. After a quick check to ensure I hadn’t forgotten anything, I opened the door on the other side of the closet and stepped out.
The hallway on the other side was very similar, with the exception that instead of the entrance door, there were stairs to the second floor and some additional hallways that led somewhere. In these hallways were doors on both sides of them, but they looked more like offices than rooms for students.
“Here you are,” Margo said while I checked newly discovered hallways.
I turned towards her. The girl with sparkling green eyes and loosely falling red hair was now wearing a white crew neck t-shirt with an open front cardigan in a shade of green and fitted, but not overly tight high waisted black denim jeans together with a pair of blackish slip-on shoes.
“Ready to see your room?” she asked, walking towards me down the hallway.
“Absolutely,” I replied, my curiosity piqued.
But before we reached my room, Margo showed me a dormitory library on the second floor. It was huge; almost half of the floor was dedicated to it. There was no cycling desk or anything similar – just go in, find the book, and take it. Margo explained to me that we can sit and read the books there or take them to our rooms as long as we return them to their place on the shelves.
Our next stop, on the same floor, was ‘ER’ or ‘Entertainment Room,’ as my guide referred to it. It was also a huge room with couches, large TV screens, and other stuff. On one side of it, it even had a bar with bar stools and shelves behind it.
“We usually have blasting parties here on Fridays and Saturdays, but anyone may come here at any time and entertain themselves with whatever they want,” Margo explained. “This and almost any other room here are sound-proof, so a party here won’t keep you up.”
After touring the second floor, we walked to the far end of the building.
“On both sides of the building, we have staircases that get you from the top floor to the basement,” Margo kept explaining. “On each floor, the door in front of the staircase is the unisex bathroom. The shower is in the basement, but I’ll show you that bit later.”
A few moments later, after climbing to the third floor, we finally stood in front of the dorm room with the number”303″ and a tap pad next to it. I closed my eyes, inhaled deeply, and exhaled. Pressed my ID card to the pad, touched the doorknob, and turned it.
The room was small. On the opposite side of the door, there was a window. On the left side of it, next to the wall, was a single bed, but on the right side – a study area with a desk and chair. The space between the bed and the door was occupied by a closet.
I walked in and dropped my messenger bag on the bed and backpack beside it.
“How do you like your room?” Margo asked with excitement in her voice.
When I imagined the dorms, I thought that the room would be spacious, at least as big as my room at home, but this one, in the best case, was about a quarter size of it, but I wasn’t ready to admit that to her.
“Ya, it’s nice and cozy,” I smiled at her, still looking around.
“Hey! That’s awesome!” she sounded so excited that for a moment, I thought she’ll start jumping around from happiness. “And here is the internet,” she made two big steps inside the room till she reached the desk and took a cable with a USB-C connector that was poking out of the wall between her fingers.
“Isn’t there WiFi?” I was slightly confused but reached for my messenger bag and fished out my smartphone.
“No. At least not in our dorm,” she said, plugging the cable into my phone. The screen of my phone instantly lit up with a notification that the charger and internet cable had been connected.
As I started unpacking my things, Margo offered to help, but I kindly refused. But we agreed that she’ll be back in about half an hour to show me more of the building.
Since I didn’t have much with me, unpacking and arranging everything in the right place didn’t take too long. When I was finally over with it. I sat on the chair next to the desk and took my smartphone in my hands. There were already a bunch of messages waiting for me on WhatsApp.
In the family chat, where I sent pics with me and sunset, everyone was praising them and my photography skills. On the one hand, I was happy that they liked them as much as I did, but on the other hand, I felt sad because I wasn’t one who took them. Moreover, I didn’t have the strength to tell them that.
In another chat only with my parents, Mom wrote that they couldn’t reach me. Calls are not going through. I wrote back saying that there’s no mobile service here, but we can have WhatsApp calls if they want. Almost instantly, Mom marked the message with a red heart, and Dad gave it thumbs up.
I still had some time before Margo should be back, so I returned to the family chat and pressed the video call button. In a matter of seconds, four video streams popped up. There we were – all five talking and seeing each other over the internet. Everyone was curious about how my day went so far and how I got to the dorm. I told them everything… or almost everything, skipping the fact that Margo took these stunning pictures that I shared with them. Time just flew away.
There was a knock on my door, and a familiar voice on the other side said: “Room service!”
I positioned my phone so the door could be seen in the frame. Stood up and went to open it.
We exchanged greetings with Margo, who was holding the bedding items, and I welcomed her in.
“I realized that I don’t know what your favorite color is, so I got a bit creative,” she said, making a couple of steps inside the room.
“That’s ok. I won’t be looking at it much anyway,” I said, closing the door and walking up to her.
“O! Hi!” Margo excitedly exclaimed, noticing four faces on my phone’s screen. “I’m Margo.”
“That’s my family,” I explained, gesturing towards the screen. “We were already finishing up.”
Suddenly my little brother asked: “Will you have sex with her?”
My eyes literally went wide, and my heart stopped. A THOUSAND THOUGHTS RAN THROUGH MY BRAIN before I could do or say anything. I feared that Margo might get offended, and I could lose the only person I know here just because of such a question. But she just started laughing. Her laugh was so tasty, sweet, and welcoming that moments later, we found ourselves laughing together. I wasn’t sure if we were laughing about her laugh or my brother’s question.
As our laugh subsided, Margo opened her green eyes and mischievously looked at the screen.
“I have a couple of bed sheets here,” she said in a velvety breathy voice. “I don’t think they’ll be collecting dust tonight.”
As she handed me bedding items, she leaned over and gave a peck on my cheek with a supporting kissing sound. At that moment, I was pretty sure that I was blushing because my ears, cheeks, and fingertips felt like they were on fire.
While Margo finished her performance by looking back at the screen and suggestively wiggling her eyebrows, I quickly dropped the items she gave me on the bed and spun around to grab my phone. On the screen, my dad was grinning widely like a Cheshire cat; Robbie and Marta looked quite surprised, while my mom showed the least emotion.
“Ok. I have to go,” I quickly said and pressed the button on the screen to leave the call without waiting for any response. I dropped the phone on the desk and turned towards Margo. “I’m so-o-o-sorry for my brother. He never acted like that. He’s just…”
“Calm down,” Margo interrupted my speedy apologies. “He’s a curious teenager. That’s his way of figuring out if things seen online happen in real life the same way.”
My cheeks still felt like they were on fire, and I looked around for something to settle my sight on. Nervously gesturing, I wanted to say something, but thoughts ran so fast through my head that I couldn’t formulate one.
“Everything is fine,” Margo took one of my hands. “Let’s go; we still have a lot of things to do,” she gently pulled me towards the door.
Almost in a blink of an eye, we were descending the stairs. The dormitory was filled with students. Some students who ran upstairs greeted us, and some chattering echoed from the hallways. We passed the first floor and kept walking until we reached the basement. There Margo showed me the laundry room and the shower.
“It’s unisex,” Margo cheerfully said when we walked inside the room filled with a couple of dozen if not more, shower stalls.
I couldn’t share my excitement with her because these shower stalls had see-through walls. The idea that someone could see my naked body scared me even more. One thing is when Marta or my parents, by accident, see me naked, but here anyone will be gawking at me.
Noticing that I wasn’t too excited about this concept, Margo reminded me that there was another shower on the other side of the building, next to the gym. I can get in there at any time of the day.
A couple of minutes later, we were back up on the first floor, walking down the hallway with doors on both sides of it.
“Here it is,” Margo gestured towards the door as we came to stop next to it. “Your first check-up.”
“Check-up?” I was confused but peeked inside as Margo opened the door.
It was a small anteroom with two doorways on each side of it, covered with curtains. As I stepped inside to check what was behind them, Margo followed me and locked the door behind us. My attention shifted back to her.
“Yes, similar to one done by family doctors,” Margo waved towards the doorway with a curtain on the left side of the anteroom.
Following her lead, I entered the left side room, which was about the size of my room upstairs. This room had a chair with a table next to it on one side and a shelf with hangers under it on the other.
“This is the prep room,” Margo explained. “You must fully undress here. You can leave your clothes on the table or hang them,” she gestured towards the hangers under the shelf. “If you have any jewelry, you should put it here,” Margo Took a small box from the top of the shelf and showed it to me. “If you have lenses, you can…”
“No, I don’t have them,” I interrupted while she placed the jewelry box back on the shelf. “But… Um…Do you mean… I must undress here? I meant – right now?” I nervously stammered.
“Well, yes…” Margo was slightly surprised by my question. “That’s why we are here. Are you on period?”
“Um… No…” I slowly answered, trying to remember when it ended. ‘But if that’s because of my brother… Because of what he said..”
“Don’t worry. It’s not,” Margo took my hands into hers. “We all had this check-up when we arrived – everyone I know has passed it.”
I heavily exhaled and once more looked towards the chair. “I just… We never had such a thing in my previous school.”
“But now you’re here,” Margo’s green eyes sparkled. “In the school that actually cares about your personality, grades, and health.” Releasing my hands, she glanced around the room. “Would you like me to wait for you here, or could you trust me with your student ID, and I could go and let the doctor know that you’ve arrived?”
I thought about that for a moment. But not wanting to make the situation even less comfortable for me, I slipped my hand into my jeans pocket and gave her the student ID.
After she left the prep room, I walked to the table and touched it. My gaze shifted to the hangers. I was mentally preparing myself to be seen by two strangers. What if the doctor is a man? What if he’ll ask Margo to leave and starts touching me, pretending that he’s just doing his job? But, what if he finds out that I have something… something I don’t know about and… and…
“No,” I blurted out to myself, trying to shake away my broad imagination. Shutting my eyes closed, I started taking off my clothes, layer by layer.
First, I took off my sweater, which had found its place on a hanger. The T-shirt followed next. The jeans were next on the list. I slowly unbuttoned and unzipped them. As I tucked my thumbs between my body and jeans, I started rolling my hips in a circular motion, adding some swaying movement. As my waistband traveled over my bottom cheeks, I Wiggled them to ease the movement. They continued to slide down over my legs, passing my knees and finally reaching my ankles.
After the jeans found their place on a hanger, I slid my bra straps off the shoulders and turned it around for easier unclipping. I brushed my fingertips over my breasts, sliding them further down, touching my nipples, and unclipping the bra. I dropped it on the table and sat on the chair next to it.
A moment later, my socks joined the bra on the table. I lifted my legs straight up, forming a V-shaped position. I slid my hands over the hips till they reached my panties. Index and middle fingers slid under them. I lifted myself slightly up to get them over my bottom cheeks and pushed them up my legs.
“Are you ready?” Margo’s Voice Pulled me back into reality, from one where I actually enjoyed undressing.
Hearing her voice, in a split second, from a V position on the chair, I jumped into a straight I position on the floor, covering my breasts with one hand and the other one holding between my legs. Only then I noticed that she was already standing next to the doorway, looking at me.
“That was quick,” she slightly giggled. “Come,” she gestured towards the doorway, and when I reached her, she softly touched my upper back between my shoulder blades.
After passing through the anteroom, we entered a brightly lit, spacious room. The transition was almost palpable, like moving from a dimly lit prelude into a symphony of light. The room was bathed in a clean, white glow that emanated from recessed ceiling lights, casting a soft, shadowless illumination that was both comforting and clinical. The floor, covered in immaculate white tiles, reflected the overhead lights, enhancing the brightness and creating a sense of openness.
The first thing I noticed in the room was a slightly elevated platform. Behind it was an object that looked very similar to a Christian cross, with something hanging at both sides of the horizontal bar, but I wasn’t able to tell what it was from the point where I was standing. The next thing that caught my attention was a reclinable chair with an arm that held a lamp over its upper part, stirrups at its lower end, and armrests on its sides. Nearby was a curved desk with a computer monitor on it, but the chair behind it was empty.
Through the doorway that was located next to the desk, into the room rolled in a cart with various tools. Behind it, a person dressed in a long, white doctor’s coat, wearing a procedure mask and scrub cap. Every roll of the wheels of the cart for me sounded like rolling thunder, and every step was like a clap after the lightning that moved closer and closer.
“Hello. Here, please,” said the person in a feminine voice, stopping next to the elevated platform with a cross.
I looked at Margo, still covering my body parts. She looked at me with an encouraging smile. I quickly glanced at the cross and back at Margo, with my eyes asking her – should I go there?
Maybe she sensed my unease or fear and, once more, softly touched between my shoulder blades. With her palm on my upper back encouraging me to move forward, I hesitantly walk over the tiled floor, till reaching the platform.
“Please, step on the scales,” said the woman in the doctor’s coat. “Your feet must be inside the squares.”
I looked down. In the middle of the platform was a rectangular panel with two red squares drawn a couple of inches apart from each other.
“Spread your arms on the sides,” the woman said as I managed to step into the squares.
I glanced at her, then at Margo. My green-eyed buddy just smiled, stepped back, and for a moment, spread her arms to the sides.
The woman took a package from one of the trays in the cart, ripped it open, and took out medical gloves. The next moment I knew, her gloved hand grabbed mine, the one that was covering my pussy, and pressed my palm on the panel that was hanging at the end of the horizontal bar behind me. She repeated the same thing with my other hand that was covering my breasts. I could feel how my nipples hardened.
“Do they hurt?” she asked, taking one of my nipples between her gloved pointing finger and thumb.
“n… No,” I stammered, from sensation when she slightly started rolling and pressing it.
“Good,” she released my nipple and moved behind me. “Stand still and look straight forward,” she said as I tried to see what instruments she had in her cart.
Suddenly, a new, never felt sensation ran through my body. It echoed in my bones for a moment when a coolish object from behind slid between my legs and touched pussy lips. As the doctor fixed it in the pole behind me, I looked down, but only the tip of the object could be seen.
“Please, stand still and look straight forward,” The doctor repeated as she adjusted the horizontal bar behind me to be on my shoulder level. Afterward, another coolish object was fixed on the pole above my head top.
Margo, who was watching all this, smiled and gave me thumbs-up. I was amazed at how easy she was taking everything. Maybe I should too? – I thought. But my thoughts kept evolving as I stood there, looking straight at her. I started wondering why she was so calm – had she seen the naked body of each of her buddies? How many buddies does she have? Are all of them girls?
I was pulled out of my thoughts when the doctor started measuring my waist. After that, she measured my chest and finished up by measuring each of my breasts. The measurement of my breasts took her most of the time: she measured not only their roundness but also their width, height, length, and separately my areola and nipple size. I wasn’t sure why she needed such detailed measurements, but I wasn’t in a position to protest.
“Thank you,” she said after all the measurement data was recorded on paper. “Please, sit here,” she rolled the cart next to the reclining chair.
I stepped off the scales, back on the tiled floor, and walked over to the chair. There was no more need to cover myself. Everyone here, in this room, has seen me and my body in full. This realization made me feel more free.
“Please, sit back. Make yourself comfortable,” the doctor said as I sat down in the reclinable chair. “Put your arms here, on armrests and feet – here, on the footrest,” she directed me as I pushed myself deeper into the chair.
After I leaned back into it, my legs were placed in stirrups, and I could feel the chair moving up slowly. I watched the doctor remove her old gloves and throw them into the trash. Her hands looked so young. Was she in her late twenties? Her fingernails were short and polished.
“When was your most recent menstrual cycle?” the doctor asked as the reclining chair stopped moving up.
“You mean period? Um… It ended a day before Christmas,” I answered, trying to leave all thoughts in my mind aside.
“And how frequently do you engage in intercourse? When was the most recent time?” she asked, picking up a new package with gloves and ripping it open.
“Me?” I was surprised by her question. “Um…If you mean -sex, I never had it.”
“So, you are 18 and haven’t had anal or vaginal penetration,” she said in such a neutral voice that I wasn’t sure if that was a summarization of what I’d just said or a “Yeah, right” type of answer.
“No,” I quietly said, slightly shaking my head.
“When was your most recent appointment with a gynecologist?” she continued questioning me while adjusting stirrups and spreading my legs even more apart.
“I… I never had…” I blurted out. In fact, I never thought about visiting one. In school, we had an anatomy class where we discussed some topics related to sex, and I’ve read some books about it. At the same time, I had a boyfriend with who I had planned all my life ahead… having many lovely children running around the house. Since I wasn’t in need of a birth control prescription, I wasn’t even thinking about visiting one. But I wasn’t ready to tell this to the doctor.
“I see,” she said as she sat down on a chair, looking between my legs. “You must know that unshaved pubic hair can greatly contribute to the transmission of sexual diseases. Bacteria and pubic lice are very thankful to anyone who keeps their pubic hair unshaven, moist, and warm.”
My eyes widened, and my heart started beating faster. Was she just trying to scare me?
“Now, I will proceed with an external examination and collection of samples for analysis,” she informed me, leaning forward. Her gloved fingers touched my labia and gently spread the lips apart.
The woman looked at my genitalia for a moment. Then she reached for a cotton swab in the cart and unpacked it. A second or two later, I felt how it touched my vaginal vestibule. It started at its lowest part and slowly rolled upwards clockwise. After its roll was over, the doctor dropped it into one of the tubes that was on one of the trays in the middle of the cart. The next cotton swab was unpacked right after that and did its role counter-clockwise, starting from the lowest part. This cotton swab also landed in one of the empty tubes.
The doctor’s gloved fingers touched my clitoral hood. She slowly and carefully retracted it. Probably, as far as she could, gently pressing on it to hold it in place. This led to a new sensation that, for a moment, flew thru my body, and I had to tighten my fists to avoid giving out any sound.
When she was done looking at my clit, she released it and turned to her cart. After going through some items in it, she took out a new cotton swab. When it was unpacked, my clitoral hood was once more pushed up, and a soft cotton head gently rolled over my bare clit. As a sensation flew through my bones, I had to once more tighten my fists harder.
Used cotton swab found their place in an empty tube next to the previous ones. Without releasing my clitoral hood, she took a very small bottle and applied a drop straight on my clit. The landing on my clit sent a new, stronger, wavy sensation over my bones. This time I even had to clench my teeth to keep silent. As the liquid slowly unfurled, it sent lighter but constant waves of sensations.
Like that was not enough, a coolish metallic object softly touched my clit. The waves of ecstasy rippled through my bones. My eyes shot close, and my back pressed into the chair. I tried to keep my fists as tight as I could, but the sound of me sucking in air through clenched teeth somehow reached her ears.
“Does it hurt?” the woman asked, with slight surprise in her voice.
“No,” I managed to squeak out while fighting sensations. “It’s cold.”
She softly pressed my clit hood between her gloved thumb and index finger a couple of times and slightly slid it up and down. I literally thought that I’ll go insane from all these sensations. But luckily, they subsided, and she took away that metallic object and released my clit hood. As the skin slid back in its place, I felt tiny sparks of sensation, but they were manageable.
Slightly opening my eyes, I saw her throwing away her examination gloves into the trash. She picked up a pen and wrote something on the same paper, where my measurements were recorded. After that, she came to the chair and started adjusting its arm and lamp position.
“Now I will perform a visual dental examination and collect necessary samples,” she informed me and returned to the cart. “When was your most recent appointment with a dentist?” she asked, picking up a new packaging of medical gloves and ripping it open.
“My… Wel… Last year,” I breathed out in a bit of a tired voice.
“When was the most recent time you engaged in performing oral stimulation, and how frequently do you engage in such activity?” she asked.
“You mean…oral sex?” The brief episodes of seeing my ex-boyfriend Intar sucked by his sister, flashed in front of my eyes. I shut my eyes for a moment to get rid of them. “No… I never did that.”
“How frequently do you smoke?” She was going through tools in her cart.
“I don’t. I never did,” came my answer.
“To proceed with the visual dental examination, I will use a very bright light,” the doctor informed me as she stepped next to the chair. “You may want to close your eyes.”
A click, and lamp above me lit up with a very bright, white light. The doctor ordered me to open my mouth as wide as possible. She started by checking my tongue and continued by looking at my teeth. It was a very brief check; even my dentist does take longer. After that, she moved to the next phase, which involved putting a cotton swab in my mouth.
This cotton swab had a longer, metallic stick. It was placed in my mouth and slid deeper and deeper. As I started gagging, I instantly became more nervous, but the stick kept moving deeper. It moved till it reached the back of my throat. Then it rolled. I thought that I’ll be choked. My heart was desperately banging against my chest, and my stomach considered sending all its contents up. Thankfully, the cotton swab finished its job inside me and was removed from my mouth.
While I was regaining my composure, the lamp above me was turned off, the used cotton swab found its place in an empty tube next to previous ones, and the doctor’s medical gloves also found their resting place in a trash can. The woman took the paper from the tray, walked to the desk, and sat down behind it. First, she wrote something on the paper but later turned to the computer.
She made a few clicks with the mouse and typed something. Then she looked towards me, then briefly at the paper on her desk. A couple of clicks with the mouse. There was a longer pause when she looked into the screen, then towards me. I looked back at her, but with every passing second, I realized more and more that she was not looking at me but observing something.
Turning my head to the opposite side, I saw Margo, who stood with her back to us. She looked totally lost in her own world, examining paintings hooked on the wall.
The doctor typed something more on the keyboard, stood up, and took out a sphygmomanometer and stethoscope from a bag that was lying on the side of the desk.
“Ok, I’ll let you go,” she quietly said as she came over and started wrapping the cuff around my upper arm. “To avoid trouble, I suggest – shaving your pubic hair,” she continued as she inflated the tool by squeezing the attached ball. “That must be done by your next check-up,” she added after taking my blood pressure and unwrapping the cuff.
“Next?” I was surprised. “When? How often…”
The woman glanced at Margo and back at me, placing her index finger lightly over my lips. “Upon demand,” she said it so quietly that I almost missed it. Then she returned to the desk and slid the sphygmomanometer into the bag. “Now, please, breathe deeply,” she said in her usual voice.
Slightly opening my mouth, I deeply inhaled and exhaled. The doctor placed the diaphragm – the largest side of her stethoscope chest piece, on my lower left side of the chest. Inhale and exhale.
“Look for me in the Med-House,” she quietly said, moving the coolish object a bit higher. “If you have a question, need help with the shave, or anything else.”
Deep inhale and exhale. Did she just…? Inhale and exhale. Finally, she reached my upper chest.
“I’ll write you a prescription,” she quietly said, switching to the bell – the smaller side of her chest piece, and shifting her face closer to my ear. “Make sure to show it to me when you come to visit.”
Deep inhale and exhale. Why does she think I’ll be looking for her? Inhale and exhale.
“Thank you,” she said in her usual voice after she finished listening to my insides. She helped my legs out of stirrups and made a reclining chair to move down. While it moved to its starting position, she placed the stethoscope back in the bag and sat down behind the desk.
When the chair stopped moving, I slid out of it and walked to the desk. The doctor had just finished filling out a small piece of paper. Instead of handing it to me over the desk, she stood up and passed me on her way to the cart. As she passed me, a piece of paper landed in my palm.
“Your check-up is over,” she said as she reached the cart. “You can be free now.”
I gave her a slightly confused look. After staring at each other for a couple of seconds, I said: “Thank you,” and walked across the tiled floor to Margo.
In a matter of minutes, I was back in my clothes and out of the medical office in the hallway. After I told Margo how I almost threw up my breakfast during the check-up, she grabbed me by the hand and pulled us into the kitchen. It was a spacious room that was split into dining, preparation, and storage areas.
When I asked Margo what I could take, she replied simply: “Anything.” To my surprise, she explained that products are paid by the organization, they restock them as something runs out, and therefore anyone can take anything. If there’s something I want, but it’s not here, I can just contact the Riga office, and they will consider bringing it here. If there’s a particular food that may not be shared with others and is required for one due to health or medical reasons, it can be placed behind the lock. For another time today, I was amazed.
The rest of the night flew by in an almost blink of an eye. I think it was around 10 PM when Margo and I finished making my bed. We exchanged good night wishes; moments later, I was alone in my room. I sighed loudly, sitting down at the desk.
I took my phone and unlocked it. There was a WhatsApp message from Marta. The message was full of emojis like two women holding hands, a rainbow, and hearts in various colors. At first, I was confused about why she sent me something like that, but going through my memory, I recalled the reason.
I marked the message with an angry face and typed the reply: “Margo was just joking. I’m not a ” and added the rainbow flag emoji. Less than a minute later, after I sent the message, Marta replied with “Ok,” which was followed by a red heart emoji. Since there were no other messages, I just turned the screen off and placed the phone back on the desk.
It took me as little as closing my eyes after I slipped under the blanket and placed my head on the pillow to fall asleep and be lost to this world. Unfortunately, morning came too quickly, and I had to get out of my cozy bed.
Little past 7 AM, I walked into the kitchen for my breakfast, where cheerful and very excited Margo greeted me as she placed two plates and two mugs on the table.
“O, hey! Come, join cool girls,” said Ieva, appearing from the kitchen’s cooking area with a big plate of pancakes. The same girl from yesterday, who has these magical eyes with big pupils. She was wearing a long, oversized T-shirt and, as it turned out, had very short, white-blond hair. Almost like a bolt, she reached the table and slid the plate onto it.
“I’ll just take…” I started saying and turned towards the storage area.
“Just sit and eat,” Ieva said, placing her palm on my shoulder. “I’ll bring everything.”
“Yea,” Margo, who was already sitting, took my hand. “Tell me, how did you sleep last night?”
I sighed and sat down. “Bed was so cozy and warm; I wished I could spend all my day there,” I said, watching how Ieva disappeared into the storage area. “But sadly, my classes start at 8:15.”
“Oh, that’s almost in an hour,” Margo said, looking at the clock on the kitchen wall. “I’ll walk you there so you don’t get lost and freak out.”
“Thanks, that would be great. Last night was enough freaking out for me,” chills ran through my body.
“What happened?” Ieva asked, surprised, first looking at Margo, then at me, before placing the tray on the table.
“Well… After you left, I took a shower downstairs,” I looked at Margo. “When I returned to my floor, there was this totally naked guy who casually walked towards me.”
“He did something to you?” Margo asked as she was putting a jam on a pancake.
“No,” I shook my head. “He just said ‘Hi’ and went into the bathroom. But, I was like… WTF?”
“Haven’t you told her?” Ieva looked at Margo, sitting down next to me. “Wearing clothes is recommended between 8 AM and 8 PM here, but the rest of the time, the clothes are not required,” she glanced at me and took a bite of her pancake.
“She did say that slippers and clothes are not required,” I tried to defend my buddy as I poured apple juice into my mug. “I just didn’t think she meant it literally.”
“I always mean everything literally,” Margo giggled. “But, maybe I forgot to emphasize that boys and girls here live next to each other, without division by gender.”
“Your pancakes are so delicious; they’re to die for!” I said, stuffing one more pancake into my mouth.
“Oh, please don’t,” Ieva looked at me. “That would be too weird. I can make you more or better – I can teach you my recipe.”
“I’ll be right back,” Margo said as she saw some people entering the kitchen and went after them.
“Really? That would be fun,” I said to Ieva, glancing at her after I finished up my pancake. “But, speaking about weird… Do you know who Thunder is?”
“Well… If I remember correctly,” Ieva poured some apple juice into the mug. “The God of Thunder in Latvian mythology is responsible for justice, rain, …”
“No, I mean – here,” I tried to explain. “Yesterday, after that naked guy went into the bathroom, I got to my room. And someone had left a folded note there, between the door and frame.”
“Maybe that guy left it there?” Ieva suggested. “You know how guys are.”
“No, I don’t think so,” I shook my head. “I’m in 303, but when I saw him, he was like around 309 and walking down.”
“Yeah, then he’s not our suspect,” Ieva smiled and took another pancake. “Anyway, what did the note say?”
“Nothing much,” I looked towards the cooking area, where I saw Margo talking with someone, but the wall didn’t allow me to see with who. “There were just three words: ‘Report back. Thunder.”
“Mmm…” Ieva took her mug with apple juice and thoughtfully looked into it for a moment. “No, I don’t know who that is.”
“That’s ok,” I stuffed another pancake into my mouth. “I anyway thought that I’ll ask around in the school.”
“Speaking of which,” Ieva looked at the clock on the wall. “Don’t your classes start in half an hour?”
I looked at the clock. It was 7:40.
“O, shit!” I quietly muttered. “Thanks, your pancakes were awesome,” I said to Ieva, grabbing my mug and emptying it. “We definitely must try making them together.”
At that moment, Margo was walking back to the table.
“I’m sorry, I have to run,” I said, glancing at Ieva, then Margo.
“Ok, I’ll meet you on the other side of the closet,” Margo said.
Thankfully, I got to my first class on time. Besides ensuring that I found the right building, Margo also ensured that I reached the right classroom. After tapping my ID card at the entrance door, the hallway led us to an open design cloakroom, where I left my winter coat in exchange for a hanger number. My first class was in room 218, and we rushed upstairs. After tapping my ID card next to the classroom door, I said goodbye to Margo and entered the room.
I already knew there would be between four and six students in the classroom, but I learned during the day that some of them weren’t even in 12th grade. The reason for that is the school’s track system, where 10th graders can study alongside 12th graders if they’ve picked an advanced difficulty level for their respective subject. But the most awkward thing here, or I should say – unique, is the scheduling. All students in the same grade have the same class at the same time, as it happens in every school, but the difference here is that each time each of us has it with a different teacher. So, in the end, It’s very rare to meet the same fellow 12th grader in any of the subjects. This means that I must know my schedule by heart, or at least keep it close, because there’s no one to who I could ask about room number for the upcoming class.
At 3:05 PM, the bell rang, and my final class for the day was over. There was a chance to take three more classes at an advanced level for subjects I’m deeply interested in and finalize my day at 5:30 PM. Still, I decided to not overload myself on the first day.
At that time, the Sun had already started its journey behind the thick forest, but luckily enough, it took some time. The sunset was spectacular, like the day before, but I couldn’t afford to spend time watching it. Despite the cold weather, I decided to walk around and see what kind of buildings were there.
Buildings here are widely spaced, and it takes a bit to walk from one to another. Some of them had a plate with a description, and some didn’t. When I reached one of the buildings without a plate, I decided to try tapping my ID card on the pad next to the entrance door in the hope of checking what was inside, but unfortunately for me, the pad displayed the date and time in red color and the door didn’t unlock. I looked around and walked to the next building that didn’t have a plate and looked very similar to my dorm. I tried tapping my ID card on the pad once again. This time it not only displayed the date and time in red color but also beeped. I was unsure what that meant because the pads had never made any sound before. As I turned to walk to the next building, a sudden ragged gasp escaped my lips, seeing a tall figure dressed in a long black winter coat, whose face was covered by a hood, standing in front of me.
“Miss,” the figure said in a neutral and low masculine voice. “What are you looking for?”
“Me? Um.. Amm…” I started stammering, and my heart started beating like crazy. “I’m new… I just started studying here… I can’t find my dorm.”
“Show your ID,” the figure said and took a device, about the size of a large smartphone, and held it in his white-gloved hand.
Since the card was already in my hand, I simply extended it towards him. Instead of taking the card from me, he just lifted and touched it with his device.
“Let’s walk,” he said after looking at the screen of his device for a bit. Placing the device back into his pocket, he turned and gestured to me to walk before him.
A few minutes later, I arrived at my dorm. All the way, he was walking behind me and giving me directions. When I entered inside, I glanced back outside, through the window, but couldn’t see him. Probably, because he was all dressed in black, and Sun had already disappeared behind the trees. Reaching my walk-thru closet, I had a feeling that someone was watching me. I glanced towards the direction I felt watchful eyes and saw him. I quickly unlocked my closet and jumped into it, slamming the doors behind me.
I quickly got out of my outdoor clothes, grabbed my bag, and rushed to my room. First thing I did after getting there was send a WhatsApp message to my family chat, saying that I was back in my dorm room. When I finally sat down, I slowly started processing everything that had happened. The more I thought, the more I realized how silly all that might have looked. I decided to keep this to myself. As I came to this decision, Marta sent me a message in the private chat, asking if everything was fine. I replied to her with a simple “Yes.”
“Are you sure? You never sent messages like that,” she replied almost instantly.
I was contemplating whether or not to write about what happened, but I decided to go with a simple “Yes, there’s always a first time for everything.”
“You can tell me anything, ok? I won’t tell Mom & Dad,” she replied. I marked her message with a thumbs-up and turned off the phone’s screen, moving it aside.
The afternoon turned into the evening and then to the night. I barely noticed that. Already on the first day, I was given so many home assignments that I took a break only when Margo knocked on the door, asking if I had had dinner. I finished everything up by 11 PM and then sneaked to the shower in the basement, hoping that I’ll be the only one there. Thankfully – I was.
Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday flew in a blink of an eye in pretty much the same way: breakfast at 7 AM, at school at 8 AM, back in dorms at 3:20 PM, working on home assignments from 3:30 PM till the moment someone reminded me that I still have to eat. After that – finishing up the rest of the assignments or reading in the library till about 11 PM, a quick trip to the bathroom to brush my teeth, and a quick sneak to the shower downstairs.
On Friday, I thought that my head would blow up from all the intensity, but luckily, I survived. I even managed to finish all assignments by 6 PM and walk down to the kitchen without being reminded. For my dinner, I made a cucumber, tomato, and boiled egg salad with sour cream. Walked to the unoccupied table and sat down. I always sit alone at the table if there’s no Margo or Ieva in the kitchen, and that was like that for most of the week.
After I finished my meal and washed the bowl, I climbed up to the library. Finally, I could pick a book for my entertainment rather than for my studies. I walked between stacks, unable to decide what kind of book I wanted. Do I want to read something from a Latvian author or a non-Latvian. Do I want to read one that is translated into Latvian or it is in its original language, meaning – English. I walked and walked in circles until I came across the book titled “Friday I’m in Love.”
I picked up the book and went to the reading area, where I sat in a comfy chair. The book was wonderfully crafted, and I almost instantly sympathized and identified with the characters. The descriptions were so vivid that I could see how the boy was drumming on the table with sticks and how the teacher took the student’s cup of coffee and threw it in the trash.
“Oh, here you are!” cheerfully excited Margo’s voice pulled me out of the book. “I was knocking at your door for about five minutes until I realized you were not there. Did you already have your dinner?”
“Hey,” I looked up from the book. “Ya, had some salad.”
“Oh, my. Come! I’ll make you some potatoes with dill and chicken,” she tried to pull me up from the chair. “Surviving on fresh air is not an option.”
“There’s no such thing as fresh air,” I shook my head. “All air is polluted, which adds some extra calories. Besides,” I showed her the book I was reading, “this is my dessert.”
“Oh, I see,” she said, trying to keep the disappointment out of her voice. “Enjoy your book then. I hope that the words in there are soft and sweet.”
Margo still looked at me for a moment, like she was waiting for something, but after that moment passed, she left the library.
I returned to my book. But my experience wasn’t that good anymore. I struggled with words, sentences, and paragraphs. I barely finished the chapter. Instead of seeing characters in front of my eyes, I saw Margo. How she looked at me with her green eyes. Green eyes that looked sad. Green eyes that had lost their unique sparkle.
I continued with the next chapter, but I couldn’t enjoy the book anymore. Words were there – on the paper, but they didn’t make any sense to me. I had to re-read the pages again and again. All I was able to think about was how Margo looked at me, what she said, and how that sounded. Have I offended her?
All week Margo was coming to my room, knocking at my door, reminding me that it was time for dinner, and secretly bringing snacks from the kitchen, but now, when she wanted to have dinner together, I exchanged her for a book. The book I choose only by title. The book in which the main girl falls in love with a new girl in the school and spends more time with her than with her best friend. I shut the book close.
I have to apologize to her. After placing the book back on the shelf, I went downstairs to the kitchen. Margo wasn’t there, and why should she still be? The clock on the wall showed 9:25. It means I struggled with the book for over an hour. No one eats that long.
I rushed downstairs to the left-wing shower and laundry room, then back up, crossed the first floor to the right wing, and again went downstairs to check the shower and gym on the right wing, but I Couldn’t find her in any of these places. I was in despair. Where could she be?
On the first day, when she gave me a tour, Margo mentioned that there were Friday night parties in the entertainment room. I climbed back up to the second floor and opened the door to the large room. I was greeted by the sound of music. Not loud, more like for a background.
The room was dimly lit, with some bright areas. As I scanned over the room, I saw a couple of people, mostly guys, playing video games on the large TV screens. At the far end of the room, tables of various sizes were situated, occupied by people in various states of nakedness, playing all sorts of tabletop games, ranging from chess to pool. As my sight shifted closer to the central part of the room, I noticed that some couches in the sitting area were occupied. On one of them sat a guy with a girl, engaged in a conversation, but in another, located with the back to the door, sat a person with long red hair.
Entering the room, I closed the door behind me. Coming around the couch, I recognized Margo, but that wasn’t the ordinary Margo who I’d used to see for the last few days. The girl with dark red hair and green eyes was now wearing an over-the-knee dress that made her hair stand out, and instead of slippers, now she was wearing black high heel shoes. Her sight was fixed towards the center of the room, where girls were laying down two mattresses and guys were adjusting the spotlight on the sealing. I wasn’t sure if she was immersed in her thoughts or simply watching.
“Hey, Margo,” I shyly said, stepping closer to the couch.
Oh, hey, Annie,” Margo said cheerfully, turning towards me. “Come, sit,” she tapped on the couch seat next to her.
“I wanted to apologize,” I said, taking the seat next to her. “Um… I think I hurt you. Maybe even offended. Um… I… I apologize for choosing a book over the time with you. During this week, you’ve done so much for me, but I…”
Margo placed a hand over mine: “Don’t worry. Everything is fine,” her eyes sparkled.. “I had way harsher events in my life, so this is nothing.”
I wanted to ask her about those harsher events but thought it better to leave the question for another time. As Margo glanced at the center of the room and back at me, I noticed that her green eyes were not the only thing that sparkled tonight.
“Hey! You have earrings,” I said, surprised.
“Yes,” she smiled, corners of her lips touching her red hair. “How do you like them?” she asked excitedly, pushing her hair behind the ear, revealing a beautiful swingy silver earring that hung from her earlobe and four small helix ear hoops.
“Wow, they are beautiful,” I said. “When did you get them? I didn’t know you had your ears pierced.”
“That was a long time ago,” she sighed. “Each helix hoop is a reminder; let’s not talk about that tonight, ok? But silver is for special occasions.”
“Wait…” my eyes widened. “You’re on a date?”
“Yes,” she said in a cheerfully proud voice, beaming at me.
“With who?” I scanned the room for a guy that could get Margo’s attention. “Is he your date?” I pointed to a guy who was sitting at the bar alone, looking our way.
Oh, no,” Margo giggled. “He’s not my date. I don’t date any guy at the moment,” she paused, beaming at me. “In fact, my date is already here,”
“You mean…” I pointed at myself, unable to get any words out.
“No, silly,” Margo giggled, placing her palm on my knee. “It’s me. I’m on a date with myself,” she explained. “Every girl deserves fun once in a while.”
I sighed. I wasn’t sure if that was a sigh of relief or disappointment. I felt relieved because it meant that we were still friends and our friendship was unimpacted. I told myself that I should be thankful for having her as a friend because not all buddies and, for that matter – friends look out for you. Still, I could feel disappointment. It was a rather small, tiny drop in a big ocean of relief, but I could feel it.
“Speaking of fun,” Margo Lighted up, with excitement reappearing in her voice. “Let’s have first-row seats!” she almost jumped up from her seat and, on her high-heeled shoes, walked around the couch. “They’re already starting.”
I looked towards the center of the room, where two mattresses were laid on the floor. On each of them, a naked girl was arranging pillows. Near them, a handful of naked guys were standing and chatting.
“What will they do?” I looked at Margo.
“They’ll play ‘Swimmers Trap,'” Margo explained in excitement. “It’s similar to ‘Darts.’ A guy kneels next to the girl’s feet and tries to shoot his load into her open mouth. If it lands in her mouth, the team gets a point, if on her face or neck, then a half point, but if below breasts, then nothing. Let’s move the couch closer, and you’ll see.”
“I’ve never heard of such a game,” I confessed, rising from my seat. With a swift, sweeping motion, I turned and navigated around the couch, positioning myself behind it.
“There are so many things you haven’t heard of,” Margo said as we started pushing the couch forward. “Just be around the people, and you’ll find out so many fun things.”
A few pushes and our couch were just a few feet away from the main action. Sitting back down, I drew my attention to the scene in front of me. On each of the mattresses, a girl was lying down, looking at a guy in front of her, who was kneeling at her feet. Both guys slowly slid their fists up and down on their manhood.
The guy on the left side had a thicker dick, while the guy on the right side seemed to have a bit longer but not as thick. With each stroke, they increased the speed. With a thicker dick, the leftie was the first to shoot his seed out. It landed between the girls breasts with audible ‘plack’. He immediately jumped up, and another guy took his place on his knees at the girl’s feet.
Rightie, with a longer dick, came second. His white juice of life almost reached the girl’s mouth, but unfortunately for his team, it landed on the girl’s chin and neck. He also immediately jumped up and gave his spot at the girl’s feet to another guy. A new guy had a thicker dick, but my eyes widened as I noticed a piercing on his shaft underside next to the balls.
Wide Eyed, I glanced at Margo, who seemed to be very excited about the performance in front of her. “Doesn’t it hurt?” I mouthed to her, gesturing toward the guy on the right.
Before she could answer, rightie gave out a barely audible sound of satisfaction. In an instant, his seed hit the girl’s face on the mattress, like a pancake, with the biggest part disappearing in her mouth. His teammates cheered while Margo looked back at me and giggled.
The guy on the left struggled. He was frantically stroking his manhood, but nothing came out. Seeing that, his teammates, followed by the viewers, started chanting – “Fred! Fred! Fred!”
“O! Shit!” he muttered under his breath, shooting out a white watery liquid that landed over the girl’s breasts. Jumping up from his place, he stepped aside for his teammate.
“How long will they be playing this game?” I asked Margo.
“What’s wrong?” Margo looked at me with concern. “You don’t like this game?”
“No… No…” I tittered. “It’s very interesting. I have never seen anything like that, but… I’m not a party girl… I’m afraid that I could fall asleep if it’s too long.”
“Don’t worry,” Margo lit up again, placing her palm over my knee for another time tonight. “You won’t be the first and the last who has fallen asleep here while enjoying the fun.” She made a quick glance around and continued: “Usually, there are between six to ten guys in one team. Tonight, there are six of them on each team. After they finish with the first round, they’ll continue with the next one. They’ll go on till the last guy has emptied his balls.”
I nodded in understanding and looked at the players. Already a new pair of guys have taken their spots at girls feet, jerking off as fast and far as they can.
“In a round, there’s one minute limit for each guy to get aroused and shoot his swimmers into the trap,” Margo explained. “In the third round, guys usually start struggling, and I haven’t yet seen anyone going past the fourth one.”
People around cheered as one of the guys managed to get his juice into the girl’s mouth. This time the guy on the left side was the skillest one.
“O, so they’ll know the winner before midnight,” I giggled.
“Yes, Cinderella,” Margo joined the giggle, glancing at the clock that was placed on the wall, above the shelves, behind the bar. “Way before it. But that won’t be the end. You’ll see.”
As I kept watching how these young men kept changing and jerking themselves off on these girls, I couldn’t stop thinking about how life likes turning everything upside down. A few weeks ago, on the night before Christmas, when I saw my boyfriend… or now should I say – ex, naked in his room, fucking his sister, I thought that he had the most beautiful and magical dick I had ever seen. In truth, his dick was the only dick that I’ve seen in real life, not counting the pictures in anatomy, culture, and history books. But now, after seeing 12 erect dicks in 6 minutes, my ex’s dick didn’t seem that appealing or magical to me anymore. In fact, just by the looks, I felt that some sort of preference developed inside me.
If someone, a month ago, had told me that I’ll be sitting within arm’s reach from a guy and focusing on his balls, I would send them to hell or a psychiatrist. For a moment, I felt hypnotized. I looked at a guy’s testicles as he stroked his dick. The pair of small bags between his legs slowly grew bigger and bigger till they turned into one round ball. I wondered how it would feel to hold them in my palm while they were filling up. I felt something warm and soft in my hand. Is this how it feels? What happens if I press it when it’s filled up? I gently pressed the soft and warm thing in my hand.
“Oh, Ah-h…” a guy exhaled as his spunk landed on the girl’s chin and in her open mouth. Everyone around cheered.
“U-u-u, someone got carried away,” Margo looked at me, giggling.
I looked down at where my hand was. In it, I was gently pressing Margo’s soft flesh under her forearm. I immediately released it, taking my hand away.
“I’m so sorry,” I felt my ears start burning. “I didn’t mean to…”
“Annie, stop apologizing for who you are and what you like,” Margo cheerfully said, looking at me with her sparkling eyes. “It’s Friday, just relax and have fun.”
I’ve already heard these words. Not sure from who and when, but someone had already told me such a thing. I looked around the room. On the left side was another couch with the same guy and girl who I noticed earlier when I entered the room. They were still chatting. The guy was dressed in a swamp green O-neck t-shirt with golden squares on it and deep blue jeans. He was looking toward me, but I wasn’t sure if he was looking at me or at the game since our couch was very close to the center of the action. One of his hands rested in his lap, over the zipper, while the other one was behind the girl on the back of the couch.
The girl beside him was lounging on the couch, with one shoulder resting against the back and her legs tucked under her. She had dark, jawline hair with curled ends with strands colored in dark purple and dark violet colors. She wore a lovely knitted white vest, buttoned between her breasts, with a big chest and belly cut-out on top of a violet blouse that was complemented by a black skirt.
Probably I stared at them for too long, and the girl also looked at me. I turned away. As I scanned the room, I saw so many people in so many different states of nakedness. Each of them looked beautiful and stylish in their own way. My sight stopped at the guy with the piercing in his dick. He was talking with some other guys, which I assume were his teammates. While the dicks of his teammates were limp and hanging down, his dick was erect. That amazed me. He had already twice jerked off and seemed to be ready for the third round. His body looked fit and hinted I might meet him in a gym. Maybe, after I finish my homework during the week, I should go to the gym instead of the library. I could even go there in the morning, before breakfast.
“No,” I muttered to myself, shutting my eyes close and shaking these thoughts out of my head.. I reminded myself that I was here to study. Study very hard and get extremely good results in final exams. Having someone on my mind won’t help me or can even jeopardize my goal. “But, he’s so-o-o-o c-u-u-ute,” a little voice in my head squeaked.
While my heart battled with my brain, behind my closed eyelids, people started chanting: “Mark! Mark! Mark!”
I opened my eyes to see who they were encouraging. My heart jumped in happiness. Now I know that the guy with the piercing is Mark. He was pumping his fist up and down his erect dick. With every moment, his fist slid up and down faster and faster. With every stroke, his balls became bigger and bigger. A few more strokes and the semen shot out of his dick like it was some sort of a canon.
The white stuff landed on the girl’s chest. Maybe it was just me, but it sounded like the audience at that moment sighed in unison. Mark stood up and stepped aside. No one else took his place. Looked like the guys from the team on the left also were out of the game.
“Now they’ll announce the final score,” Margo excitedly whispered, beaming at me. “Who do you think will win?”
“oh, Um… Maybe the one on the right,” I said. “Mark was good at shooting, but I wasn’t counting along.”
“U-u-u-u… Your first favorite,” excited Margo brushed her palm over my knee.
“And now the results,” said a guy who stood on a side between two girls. “Tonight, Brigita and Zigfrida assisted me. After careful comparison of our recordings, all three of them exactly match each other. Tonight was a very tough and very close competition.”
“The team ‘Mariana Troopers’ scored 7.75 points,” said one of the girls who stood next to the guy.
The team on the right side, including Mark, cheered.
“The team Alina and the boyfriends’ scored 8.25 points,” said another girl next to the guy.
The team on the left cheered, and someone even shouted out, “Woo-hoo!”
“Congrats to Alina,” the guy said. “I invite Mariana to crown the trap queen of the night.”
Mariana, the girl, who had been lying on a mattress to the right, rolled over and rose onto all fours. Traces of white substance dripped from her face and body. She leaned forward, her movements drawing her closer to the girl on the adjacent mattress to the left. As she lowered her head, the gap between them shrank, their faces drawing nearer. Their lips touched in a soft, wavy movement, locking themselves in a kiss. Their lips released only to softly intertwine again… and again…
The girl on the top moved her head slightly back, and the tip of her tongue appeared between her lips. Touching Alina’s lips, it made a circle around them, like drawing their outline. With the help of her tongue, Mariana started kissing and sucking the white semen off Alina’s face. From cheek to cheek, from the tip of the nose to her chin.
After all the white stuff from Alina’s face was sucked up, the girls intertwined in another kiss, during which Mariana fed sucked semen back into her.
I glanced at Margo, who returned it with a light wiggle of her eyebrows. I smiled shyly, turning back to the action in the center of the room.
Girls stopped kissing. As their lips parted, Mariana moved her face over Alina’s body till she reached the girl’s belly. The tongue slid through her parted lips and circled Alina’s belly button, followed by a gentle kiss on it. From there, she slowly moved up, licking, sucking, and kissing up semen, not missing the tiniest bit of the white juice of life.
It seemed that Alina enjoyed her crowning. A few pleasure-filled sighs escaped her parted lips as Mariana moved up, closer and closer to the rib cage. Sighs turned into light moans as Mariana’s tongue started flickering below the breasts.
There was something that captivated me. I wasn’t sure – what it was. Maybe, it was the scene in front of me, where one woman licked and kissed another woman’s body, but perhaps it was the sounds of pleasure that escaped Alina’s lips. I never saw anything like that; moreover, in real life, in arms reach from me.
When Mariana reached Alina’s breasts, she made a few clockwise circles around the girl’s nipple with the tip of the tongue, like a predator that circles its prey. Without prior warning, in a quick motion, she took Alina’s hardened nipple between her lips. A sudden, involuntary moan of pleasure escaped the girl’s lips as she arched her back.
Originating somewhere between my legs, a heat wave ran up my body. I could feel how my ears started burning, and my palms got sweaty. I wasn’t sure what was happening to me and what caused it. I quickly swiped palms over my jeans. Was it just me, or everyone else felt that too?
I looked to my left. The guy with the swamp green t-shirt wasn’t there anymore, but the girl in a lovely white knitted vest still was there, and she was looking toward me. Rather towards the action on the mattress, but I wasn’t that sure about it after she smiled, presumably at me. Another moan of pleasure escaped Alina’s lips, and in an instant, I turned back to see what was happening. Mariana had reached Alina’s other breast and applied the same treatment as she did with the previous one.
Needless to say, I could feel how my own nipples hardened and drilled into my bra pads as they erected, along with slight tingling under my belly. My palms were sweaty again. Swiping them again on my jeans, I looked to my right at Margo.
While I was slightly nervous from the heat wave, sweaty palms, and tingling, Margo was the total opposite. She sat there, with hands in her lap, watching the performance, as calm and relaxed as one could be. Her lips had curled in a pleasant smile, while her green eyes, behind the tiny framed glasses, looked sad. Looking at her, I started wondering about the reasons – why she could be sad.
My thoughts were interrupted by a deep sigh and a light but very ear-catching moan. I instantly turned my attention to the girls on the mattress.
Mariana had reached Alina’s upper chest and had started kissing the girl’s neck. Moving up, she once more went over the girl’s chin and cheeks till both of their lips met. Maybe it was just my imagination and wishful thinking, but it looked like Mariana, once again, fed semen to Alina. Did she really hold all the sucked semen from Alina’s body behind her cheeks without swallowing it? Anyway, I found the feeding process very erotic.
Girls engaged in passionate kissing, during which Alina slowly raised up. When she reached the sitting position, Mariana did the opposite by lying on her back. Alina broke the kiss and stood up.
“Clean her!” Alina said, looking at Mariana’s teammates and pointing at the girl on the mattress.
As Alina stepped away, six young men from Mariana’s team walked over and kneeled on both sides of their girl. Like hungry animals, they started licking and sucking off their own semen, which was now cold and sticky. I looked at Margo, who had started a barely audible giggle.
“Aren’t they animals?” Margo whispered, covering her lips with a palm. “Ready to eat their own shit, just to get a girl’s attention.”
At that moment, I didn’t fully understand what she meant by that. Looking back at the action on the mattress, it really looked slightly more comic than erotic. All six men, with their tongues hungrily, fought for every remaining drop of their semen on the girl’s body. It took them a bit. I couldn’t imagine what that would look like if ten guys were in one team.
After they’d lapped up the last remains of their semen from Mariana’s naked body, almost in unison, they lifted their heads and looked at Alina, who was closely watching each of them. The trap queen of the night gave them a wry smile and pointed at one of the guys, who stood up.
“The king of swimmers has been chosen!” said the same guy who announced the results.
As this announcement was made, the rest of the guys moved off the mattress. Alina kneeled over Mariana’s face, positioning her pussy over the girl’s mouth. She reached for the chosen guy’s cock and started stroking it until it became somewhat erect. While one of her hands was busy hardening the guy’s cock, her other hand played with and rubbed her own clit.
At some point, probably when the guy’s dick was hard enough, Alina took the manhood into her mouth and started bobbing on it. A newly freed hand joined her other hand between her legs. Unfortunately, her pussy was too far away for Mariana to reach it with her tongue. To reach Alina’s pussy, Mariana lifted the upper part of the body, supporting it on her elbows. The touch of Mariana’s tongue made Alina to jerk and release a muffled moan since her mouth was full of the man-meat.
A few moans and a couple of minutes later, the performance concluded with Alina’s huge orgasm that made her shake violently. The guy whose cock she was sucking helped her get up as the audience cheered and applauded.
“It was hot, wasn’t it?” Margo said as she applauded.
“Oh,” I sighed. “I feel like I just finished a marathon in a desert.”
“Oh, my,” Margo brushed her hand up and down my thigh a couple of times after she finished applauding. “Want to hit showers with them?”
“No,” I shook my head. “I’ll go when everyone is asleep.”
“Hey! Are you the new girl?” Suddenly someone grabbed me by the elbow and tried to pull me up from the couch. “We need a player for ‘Rusty Nail.'”
“Leave her,” Margo slapped the guy’s hand away from my elbow. “She won’t be playing anything with you.”
I turned to see who this guy was with a strong Slavic accent. In front of my eyes stood a slender guy with jet-black hair, a small beard under his chin, a chain necklace around his neck, and a gray t-shirt with a giant skull printed on it. He definitely wasn’t my type of guy.
“Is she mute? Or why are you speaking for her?” The guy seemed to be irritated.
“Kostja,” Margo stretched her arm in front of me. “She won’t be playing with you until the end of this century. So, please, leave her alone.”
“Fuck, Ma,” the guy laughed. “She’s here barely a week, and you’re already banging her? Are you using one of your strap-ons or still licking off each other?”
Margo’s face, from cheerful and excited momentarily, transformed into a very serious one. I deeply inhaled, but before I could say anything, Margo briefly touched my lips with her pointing finger. I watched like in slow motion as she stood up from the couch, on her high-heeled shoes, straightened her red dress, and, slightly leaning back, shook her head as she took off her glasses. The guy stepped one or two steps backward, as she folded her glasses with a swift movement with her thumb and tightened her palm around them. Crossing her arms under her breasts, she made a step toward the guy. Then another.
“Konstantin Mihailovich Schinkov,” Margo said in a very serious tone, rising before the guy like a king cobra and looking down at him. “My dating life and sexual preferences are not of your concern. Also, for now, I kindly ask you to leave my mentee alone unless she, by her free will, initiates contact with you. Am I being understood?”
They stood there, staring into each other. Probably, it was just a couple of seconds-long event, but for me, it felt much longer.
“Fucking lezzies,” the guy finally said and spat on Margo’s shoe before turning and walking away.
Margo kept standing still, following him with her eyes, as he walked to one of the guys who was playing a shooter video game on one of the TV screens on the far side of the room.
“Who was that?” I asked when Margo turned towards me.
“Oh, that one? Total nobody,” she delicately unfolded the arms of her tiny framed glasses, putting them back in front of her beautiful green eyes. “He’s just a local computer nerd who constantly brags about how many girls he has fucked, and what is the newest top-notch military server he has hacked and crashed. So, totally harmless, just ignore him.”
“Yeah, his women treatment skills are undoubtable,” I sniggered.
“Let’s go and grab some drinks,” Margo stretched out both hands towards me, a smile reappearing on her face. “You must be really thirsty after that marathon in the desert.”
I accepted her outstretched hands and let her pull me up from the couch. We walked to the bar, located to our right, in the corner of the room, that welcomed us with a long, polished wooden counter with a glossy finish that reflected soft lighting from the sealing. On one side of the counter were high, round stools with comfortable cushioned seats. At the same time, behind it was an impressive array of backlit shelves. They’re filled with various drinks in colorful bottles, making them glow invitingly.
“Hey, Tom,” said Margo as we approached the bar to the guy in a swamp green t-shirt I saw earlier. “This is Annie, my buddy I’ve told you about.”
“O! Hi, Annie! Hi, lady in the red,” the guy looked up at us from behind the counter, interrupting whatever he was doing there. “What can I offer you, gorgeous ladies?”
“Can I please get something non-alcoholic, like water with ice?” I asked as I sat down on the stool.
Tom and Margo glanced at each other before letting out a brief laugh.
“We don’t have alcoholic drinks here,” Margo giggled. “So, you can choose anything you want.”
“… unless someone smuggles a couple of bottles in,” Tom added as he took out an empty glass from a shelf.
“Oh, ok. Then… I don’t know…” I looked at the bottles on the shelves. “Maybe pineapple juice. With ice.”
“One icy pineapple coming up. Want a straw?” Tom said as he moved to the machine that makes ice cubes.
“No, thanks. I’m good,” I declined the offer. I turned back towards the center of the room. A different performance was starting there, and two naked guys had already taken our couch. Another couch where Tom and the girl in a white vest were sitting also was occupied by someone else. I didn’t see the girl anywhere.
“By the way,” Tom said to Margo. “I thought you’ll be going to ‘Cherry Eyes’ tonight.”
“I thought so too,” came Margo’s answer. “But then I thought Annie would feel left alone on Friday night, and here we are.”
“Here you go,” Tom placed a glass of pineapple juice on the counter before me. “Just clink on the glass to get my attention,” he said, focusing on Margo. “And for you – same as usual – ‘Nuclear Winter’?”
“Hell, no!” Margo exclaimed as she looked at her shoes. “I want ‘Devil’s Wings,’ and I want to actually see them,” she said, looking at Tom.
“Holy girl,” Tom’s eyes widened. “What has happened?”
“I’m afraid I’ll have to buy new shoes,” Margo stretched her leg. “The nerdy puppy installed malware or a trojan on them.”
“Schinkov?” Tom tore a few sheets of paper towels from the roll and placed them on the counter in front of Margo. “If your shoes are ‘micro soft,’ no wonder he hacked them. Here, try this ‘Windows Defender’,” He gestured to the paper towels, giving a playful wink.
I nearly choked on my drink at his joke. As Margo laughed at Tom’s humor, my eyes were drawn to her outstretched leg. The way the dim light played on her toned calf and the graceful curve of her ankle was like a piece of art. I found myself admiring it, the secret observation giving me a strange sense of satisfaction. Then, with a fluidity that left me in awe, Margo leaned forward while still seated on the stool. She reached down and effortlessly slipped off the high-heeled shoe with the spit. Margo made it look as natural as breathing.
She took the paper towel Tom had offered and began to clean the spit off her shoe. As she did so, she wiggled her toes, and I couldn’t help but notice her perfectly pedicured toenails, painted a deep red that matched her hair and dress. The color was bold, just like Margo, and it made her feet look even more elegant.
“Yuck,” Margo grimaced, rolling a spit-soaked paper towel into a clean one, then onto another sheet. After using all the sheets on the counter, she crumpled them into a ball and tossed it toward the trash bin. Unfortunately, the ball flew over it and, hitting the wall, fell somewhere behind the shelves.
“Dang! Near miss,” Tom said, mixing grapefruit and lemon juices together for Margo.
“Indeed,” Margo sighed. “I ought to enroll in throwing classes with Ieva,” she mused, slipping her shoe back onto her foot. “Last summer, we played this outdoor game involving archery and boomerangs. She effortlessly hit a watermelon from approximately 20 meters away and easily caught the boomerang.”
Margo got up from her seat and walked around the counter to the place where the ball fell. She picked it up and threw it straight into the trash.
“I’ll be right back,” she glanced at Tom and then at me. “I need to wash my hands and disinfect them after this dog shit,” with that said, she quickly walked to the room door and left it.
Before I managed to clink on the glass and ask Tom about the ‘Nuclear Winter’ and ‘Devil’s Wings, ‘ he also had to run; he couldn’t find cayenne pepper for Margo’s drink. With a promise that he’ll be back in a bit, I was left alone with my pineapple juice. I sat there, sipping my drink and reading labels on the bottles, and having some flashbacks from tonight’s performance that mixed up with my imagination. Feeling someone’s eyes on me, I glanced around and saw the girl in the white knitted vest approaching the bar.
“Hey, I’m Annie,” I said as the girl slipped behind the counter and picked a new glass to make herself a drink.
“Ya, I know,” she quietly answered, trying to avoid looking at me. “I’m Lily,” she added.
“Yes, now it’s coming back to me,” I feigned recognition. “I saw you in one of the classes,” I ventured, testing both my luck and deductive reasoning. Given her youthful appearance and knowing that this dormitory only housed students between the ages of 18 and 24, it seemed a plausible guess.
“You did?” Lily looked at me.
“Yes,” I nodded. “I like your colored strands. Purple and violet on one side, with blue and red as reflections on the other. They look very cool,” I continued with my true thoughts as I watched how the girls’ eyes widened. “And I love how this lovely vest adds to the contrast.”
“Oh, thanks,” Lily sighed, glancing down at her white vest. “I knitted it during the winter break.”
I noticed her cheeks flush slightly. She quickly turned her back to me, busying herself with searching for something on the shelves. It didn’t take her long to locate what she was after on a shelf that was just a bit too high for her reach.
“Hold on, hold on,” I quickly jumped off my stool and rushed around the counter, where Lily was on her tiptoes, arm stretched, trying to reach a bottle on the shelf. Placing my arm around her shoulders for support, I raised on my tiptoes and touched the bottle I thought she was aiming for.
“This one?” I looked back down at her.
“Mhm,” Lily nodded, looking at me with her dark blue eyes.
“Here you go,” I said, bringing it down and handing it to her.
“Thanks. That’s very sweet,” Lily turned away, opening the bottle and pouring its contents into the glass.
“So… You’re knitting in your spare time,” I found the bottle with pineapple juice and poured it into my glass.
“I like crafting things by hand,” Lily sipped her drink. “The results always are unique, exactly how I’ve imagined it, and I love the process of learning that comes with it.”
“It’s more than just knitting?” I walked back to my stool, around the counter.
“Mhm,” Lily nodded. “You know, It’s like… Inspiration comes, and I’m like – let’s make shampoo, let’s make hair color, or necklace, and I’m obsessed with the idea until I make it my way. I can, like, literally spend hours reading and researching topics.”
“Oh, wow,” I was slightly taken aback. “So, you made colors for strands yourself?”
“Aha,” Lily sipped her drink and beamed at me. “I wanted something that exactly fits my hair and skin type and is eco-friendly because the ones they sell in the stores are a chemist’s biggest nightmare. When I’m out in a forest, I’m literally going up to the trees and hugging them and apologizing to them for what men have done to them and nature on this planet.”
“You made them here? In your dorm room?” I asked, still surprised. “Where did you get all the ingredients?”
“Friend of mine works at Med-House,” Lily’s cheeks slightly flushed again. “I got ingredients and some mixing help there, but the research and recipe was mine.”
I sipped my pineapple juice. But I heard a familiar laugh before I could ask or say anything. Turning towards it, I saw Margo and Tom crossing the room, from the entrance, towards the bar. They were engaged in a friendly banter. After slipping back behind the counter next to Lily, Tom finished mixing the drink for Margo. Based on their chat and the things they referred to, it was obvious that they had known each other for several years now. While I budded in, here and there, Lily kept quiet unless asked directly.
I looked at the clock on the wall. It was slightly past 11 PM, so I finished my drink, thanked my friends for the fun night, wished them a good night, and left for my room. When I got there, a folded note was waiting for me there, between the door and the frame. It read: “Meeting. S P/T. Flora”
I dumped it on a shelf above the desk, next to the previous one, and went on with my usual before-sleep ritual: a trip to the bathroom to brush my teeth and slip into the shower in the basement after ensuring I was alone there.
The last part of my ritual was rolling under the blanket and falling asleep. But that night, I just couldn’t accomplish the falling asleep part. Thoughts just kept coming and coming, accompanied by flashbacks.
I thought about the boys I’ve seen so far. I know for sure that I like smoothly-shaven guys without any facial hair, and the idea of kissing sandpaper didn’t appeal to me. My man definitely must look stylish and know how to dress. Having biceps gives an extra point but isn’t a requirement, but definitely, he must be fit and strong enough to lift me up. While I don’t have any sexual experience, from looking at the various sizes of cocks, during this past week, I know that I want a guy with a dick that is thick and at least two fists long.
In my mind, an image of Mark appeared in front of me. Tonight, during the game, was the first time I saw him, but in my imagination, he ticked all boxes and even got a few extra points. I imagined him lifting up and down dumbbells, looking at me, and mouthing, ‘Hey, babe.’ I walked up to him and brushed my palms against his soft upper chest skin. We started kissing. He gently took me by the waist with his now free hands and lifted me off the ground.
I lifted my t-shirt above my breasts and put a fingertip between my lips to wet it with some saliva. As I touched my nipple with it, I imagined how Mark would kiss my nipples. With light and very soft clockwise movements, my left index finger circled around my right nipple, imitating the tip of his tongue. A soft brush over the nipple and then a gentle squeeze between my thumb and index finger to imitate his lips. The feeling was pleasant.
As I sucked my right index finger, I imagined how one of his strong hands gently held my upper back while the other one held me around the waist, letting me arch my back. My right index finger, coated in saliva, traveled down to my left nipple. Drawing circles around it, I visualized how a tip of a tongue would look and feel like there.
In my mind, a tongue circled around my nipple with occasional flickerings over it. Two beautiful lips touched and locked on my nipple, sucking it in. These weren’t Mark’s lips. They released my nipple and beamed at me. As I zoomed out, I saw a pair of sparkling green eyes looking at me. It was an image of Margo, who beamed at me, hair brushing over my tummy.
“Fuck, no,” I muttered under my breath, opening my eyes and slightly shaking my head to get rid of her image.
I tried to concentrate again. This time I pictured a scene with Mark’s erect cock. I wondered – how would it feel in my hand?
I slid my right hand under my panties and started digging through my bush to find my clit. Finding it, I started drawing circles around it with soft and light touches.
In my fantasy world, I stroked Mark’s hard cock and rubbed his very yummy-looking head. From my rubbing pre-cum appeared, and I touched it with the tip of my tongue. I imagined that it would taste similar to low-fat milk since I don’t have real-world experience.
Continuing stroking his cock, I put it between my lips and started bobbing on it. At first, with slow movements, rapidly increasing the pace. Then, trying to get his cock as deep in my mouth as I can.
Sadly, I ruined my fantasy by picturing how his piercing would hit my teeth with an audible ‘clink.’ ‘Clink’ after ‘clink,’ and I started giggling while lightly rubbing my clit.
When I managed to suppress and calm down from my giggling about the pictured scene, it was pointless to keep rubbing myself. Besides, I felt pressure in my bladder. I pushed the blanket away, got out of my bed, and went to the bathroom.
As I stepped into the hallway, I could hear muffled cries. At first, I couldn’t understand where they were coming from, but as I reached the bathroom, it was clear that the sound was coming from the staircase, which was on the opposite side of it.
It was strange; I didn’t hear anything while I was in the bathroom. Probably, bathrooms, like any other room here, are soundproof. After I finished releasing my bladder contents and washed my hands, I stepped back into the hallway.
Now, besides the muffled cries, there were one or two additional voices. They were talking, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying. Instead of going back to my dorm room, I decided to check what was happening.
I stood there and listened for a moment, trying to understand if the sound came from the 4th floor or somewhere downstairs. I walked into the staircase and started descending the stairs because I felt that sound originate somewhere there. With quiet and careful steps, I managed to reach the 2nd floor. The additional voices stopped talking. I kept my descent to the first floor.
When I was halfway to the first floor, the muffled cries stopped. The dorms sank into silence, and I was contemplating if I should continue my search for the place where the sound originated or go back up to my room.
Reaching the first floor, I looked into the hallway. It was quiet and dark. All lights were turned off there. I made a couple of steps into the dark hallway towards the kitchen to check if the sound didn’t come from there when I heard a door squeak. Sound was behind me. I turned but still didn’t see anything. The sound of wheels rolling on a tiled floor interrupted a moment of silence.
I realized that this sound came from the basement and quietly walked back to the staircase. I heard another slight squeak of a door, followed by the sound of wheels rolling off the tiled floor to a different one. As I held onto the railing and stepped downwards towards the sounds, a thousand thoughts ran through my head, trying to come up with an answer to what was happening down there. I carefully placed my steps to avoid any unexpected noise they could produce.
I heard a click, similar to the sound when a door was unlocked. It was followed by a door squeak that echoed in a hallway behind it. Or at least that was my assumption based on what I’ve heard.
Before I managed to peek around the corner, I heard how the wheels of a cart rolled through the door and became more distant as the sound of them rolling echoed away. Few more careful and quiet steps from the stairs to the hallway. When I finally managed to peek around the corner, I saw the final moments of the metallic door closing at the end of the hallway as I knew it.
I never paid attention to the doors at the end of the hallway, assuming that they were for storage and the fact that all main rooms – laundry, shower, and bathroom were at the beginning of the hallway, next to the staircase. I turned to check the laundry room. Since it doesn’t have a door that separates it from the hallway, I could easily see that the light there is turned off, and most likely, no one is there.
I waited a bit, but not hearing anything, I quietly rounded the corner and slipped into the shower room. The light there was on, but I didn’t see anyone in there. The bathroom also seemed to be unoccupied.
Returning back to the hallway, I quietly walked towards the metallic door. It was strange – there was no tap pad next to it. I touched the doorknob and tried to turn it, but the door was locked, and I didn’t see a keyhole. I was confused about how it was unlocked.
Next to the locked metallic door, on the opposite side of the shower room, was a door that was left slightly open. I peeked inside through the narrow opening. It was brightly lit with a tiled floor. Before I could understand what else I saw there, someone’s palm, from behind me, covered my mouth.
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