How Diane uses her vibrator [F18][College][Masturbation]

“For the seniors… this is the last dance… You may never compete again. You’ll have your whole lives to remember what you did during your career as an athlete… so make it count… don’t hold back… when you cross that line, I want your tank to read empty… I’m so proud of all of you… when you put in the kind of work that you all did over these last few months… Hell, over these last few years… your whole young athletic careers have been leading up to this race. So, honor yourself by taking every moment of agony… every sacrifice… every time you didn’t take the easy way out… all of your love… all of your strength… all of your grit… empty that tank!”

Half the girls standing in a circle around the coach had tears in their eyes while the rest were steely focused. Diane bounced in the cold air to keep warm. Like many of the girls, she wasn’t wearing the university logo shorts of her uniform, only jet-black leggings. It seemed all the girls had arrived at the same conclusion after trying on the dainty shorts on top of their slick tights and noticing how the billowing material of the shorts created a diaper effect and the look was anything but flattering. After some trial and error, Diane was had settled on her favorite brand, Rabbit, High and Mighty, which she wore over her Marmot thong that looked completely seamless. There was no need to use ones imagination in order to speculate what Diane looked like naked from the waist down in those jet black tights.

“Diane loves her Rabbit!” one of the girl’s joked, invoking the double entendre with the complex style of vibrator, also bearing the same name.

“I don’t need a rabbit… I’ve got the real thing,” she joked back, implying her man, Marcus, was well equipped, even though, ironically, a brand-new Rabbit vibrator had just arrived in her mailbox in the campus center. A thin smile crossed Diane’s lips as she remembered how Marcus had brutally pounded her the previous night. Through unfocused eyes, Diane watched a strand of drool trail from her plump bottom lip as she orgasmed with his cock inside of her from behind, moments before he inseminated her with such a girthy load, she had noticed the telltale sign of her man’s seed, still wandering out of her very satisfied pussy, while peeing a mere hour ago.

In preparation for the race, Diane wore her two sports bras that squeezed her enormous breasts against her rib cage. Moments before the race, very quickly and subtly, she smeared a healthy dollop of Vaseline on each of her nipples to ensure her intense running wouldn’t chafe them raw. The mixture of adrenaline and the freezing cold had her pink little buds harder than diamonds. Over the pair of sports bras, she matched her leggings with a Nike long sleeve running shirt of similar fabric to the tights. Over the shirt, she wore her final layer, the University singlet she had fought so hard for the honor to wear. Her hands were in pink Nike running gloves that matched her headband. She was ready and walked to the line with her mind quiet and focused.

“One last time, lil’ sis?” Natalie breathed intensely, then playfully winked at Diane before returning her narrowed viridian gaze towards the distance she intended to sprint the instant the starter pistol sounded.

“One last time,” Diane winked back.

BANG!

Meredith had been so excited to get away from her hometown and be among brilliant and sophisticated young intellectuals at her elite college in Pennsylvania.

“I’m going to leave everyone in this shit town behind and never look back!” she told her best friend, who was also hoping for a similar new life in college where all of her bullies would remain trapped back home, inflicting their cruelties on someone else.

Then, like a nightmare, on the first day in the dorms, Meredith discovered that, even though she was at a selective school, people seemed to be horrible everywhere.

“You? You’re my roommate? Ugh!” A pretty brunette named Cassie had said to her when Meredith greeted her, hand outstretched.

In Meredith’s estimation, Cassie was a very prototypical, vain teenaged stereotype that she thought looked exactly like half the girls from her high school, walking the hallways in a cluster, gripping a six-dollar cup of Starbucks while they balanced a cavernous Louis Vuitton purse on their shoulder, stuffed full of textbooks, in lieu of a pedestrian bookbag. They all loved ‘Friends’ re-runs on Netflix. They all talked in the same high octave, faking enthusiasm for whatever the queen bee of the group was touting that week as the most important event in the history of humanity. And to them, miraculous things were always happening at their tedious, suburban high school in their lifeless, upper middle-class town that could have been a clone of any other stretch of land occupied by professional men impregnating their debutant brides while surrounding themselves with manicured grass and name brand appliances.

Cassie was hoping for her roommate to either be a carbon copy of herself or, with any luck, a girl she deemed of better social standing. Her disappointment upon seeing Meredith was palpable. For Cassie, college was also an escape, but not an escape from adolescent persecution, but an escape from modesty and rules. Ever since she had become a woman, she realized that her femineity granted her a ticket to ruthlessness, a veritable weapon she could throw in the faces of people who were adults, lording their authority over her a mere handful of years ago. Now that she had developed, adult men, looking at her wantonly, existed only to provide her with costly entertainment and highly addictive doses of validation. These single serving dose subhuman compliment machines with wallets were quite different than the beautiful men that required strategy to possess as other women also calculated for their attention. It was all a game and Cassie wanted to pack-hunt these creatures with other girls of similar mentality. Cassie had languished in high school, longing to run free in skimpy outfits, dancing all night, and being highly selective about which men could attempt to vie for her attention. She was also keen to punish adult women because their time in the sun was setting and the new dawn was named Cassie and she was going to seize the day. Her disdain extended to young women less desirable than herself, with whom she had neither time not tolerance. None of her wicked plans ever accounted for the possibility of being paired with the likes of the husky, bespectacled, butterball, whose clothes were neither branded nor matched, occupying the other narrow twin bed in her first autonomous living space.

Meredith was a timid, bookish girl who relished in reading intricate fantasy novels, especially if all of the characters were mythical creatures and gendered female. Much like Cassie, her ideal was also a pack, but not a pack of stiletto wearing minxes, but a pack of enchanted female compatriots, questing for either glory or to right a terrible injustice. Meredith loathed sports and physical activity on any level. Her sedentary lifestyle, mixed with her predilection for salty snacks when she was studying, and a chocolate binge once per month for a week, had resulted in her acute obesity. Yet, Meredith was not very preoccupied with her weight. She also never had interest in the ritual application of beauty products. Her hairstyle was heavily weighted towards convenience, shunning the need to cultivate attractive plumage designed to entice a breeding partner.

“Yes… umm… I’m Meredith,” she stammered in response to Cassy scoffing at their being paired.

“You’re Meredith and I’m… going to talk to the RA about getting another roommate!” then Cassie stormed off. That was the most pleasant conversation Meredith would ever have with her roommate.

Fairly quickly, Cassie had made friends with several other girls on their dorm floor. She would always be rushing off in scanty outfits then busting through the door as late as four in the morning. Meredith would always sleep uneasily when she would put down her novel and turn off the light, knowing her wild and inconsiderate roommate would invariably jolt her awake at some point before dawn. On occasion, Cassie would stroll in after dawn, her hair and outfit disheveled, causing Meredith to conclude she was in bed with a man who opted to expel her from his bed once the sun shone a light on his previous night’s decisions.

“Are you a virgin, Meredith?” Cassie cackled at her, still drunk and slurring her words as she trapsed in the room as Meredith was about to leave for the cafeteria and eat her favorite omlette and danish while diving back into her latest novel.

“That’s none of your business, Cassie,” she would whisper back.

“I’d hate to see the guy who would want you!” she’d insult, spewing bile soaked words.

Cassie’s crew would sometimes gather in their room while Meredith was there without even acknowledging her.

“Oh… the Viking? He’s hot… his name is Marcus… he told me when he was flirting with me the other day, but I wasn’t fast enough… I heard he’s hooking up with one of the Double D’s…” Cassy gossiped.

“Who are the Double D’s?” Meredith asked the group of girls, some of whom were sitting on her bed without asking permission.

“Diane and Devyn… those bitches across the hall who think they’re SOOOO pretty… but, more importantly, NO ONE was talking to YOU Meredith!” Cassie sneered and then the other girls laughed.

Meredith had seen Diane and Devyn and they both looked like the girls from her school who spent all of their time meticulously defining the social pecking order and would serve up quick and cruel retribution for anyone not adhering to their dictate. In Meredith’s high school, Cassie would have been one of the girls, trailing behind either Devyn or Diane, agreeing with everything they said, and being cruel to Meredith’s and her friends, if it was what Diane or Devyn ordered. To Meredith, Cassie was a bad person, but girls like Diane and Devyn were the ones pulling the strings and creating that culture of cruelty.

On top of Meredith’s assessment that the Double-Ds were the worst kind of person, she would also hear, mostly Diane, having loud sex on a regular basis. She would sit at her desk, right by her open door, holding her breath and listening to the muffled moans of the beautiful girl being pleasured in unknown ways by the tall, heroic man who had rejected Cassie. She would strain her ears and focus on Diane’s whimpers and cries while pondering how the pleasure would be expressed on her beautiful face. Meredith was awestruck by their power, their ability to define the world, and how they snuffed out the Cassie’s of the world like a bug on the sidewalk. The Double-D girls embodied the exact traits of the mythical creatures whose stories she had immersed herself within for thousands of hours during her childhood, lost in their world, standing alongside them, fearlessly.

Meredith would only listen when Cassie wasn’t in the room, which was often. As the sex across the hall progressed, Meredith would find the specially dog-eared pages in her more adult themed fantasy novels and re-read passages where the stunning wood-nymphs heroine would make impassioned love to a beautiful demon or witch princess as she listened to Diane’s moaning. After reaching a sufficient level of intoxication from imbibing both of her racy novel and her naughty eavesdropping, Meredith would close the door, climb into bed, and quickly attempt to masturbate, all the while fearing Cassie would open the door any moment. At the pinnacle of her pleasure, Meredith would always finish while whispering the same word, every time, “Goddess…”

Then, just last night, as Meredith waited and waited for Diane to receive her visitor and engage in loud sexual congress, Diane had caught Meredith starring into her door from across the hall. Meredith was typically far more subtle when she waited, however, for some reason today, Marcus’ arrival seemed quite late, frustrating Meredith. When Diane would typically open the door, he would arrive promptly, often within one minute. However, the minutes trailed on and Meredith had already begun reading her favorite passages and was becoming frustrated that the second component to her ritual was taking so long to commence. This is how she was caught.

When Diane marched across the hall, Meredith was certain the girl knew everything and was coming to confront her creepy behavior.

*She knows!* Meredith screeched in her head as Diane intruded into her room and closed the door, sealing them in together.

Upon seeing Diane, Meredith gasped at the raw beauty and sexuality of the girl. She was wearing a thin tank top that resembled a men’s undershirt. It was ribbed and almost translucent and she could clearly see Diane’s engorged womanly nipples underneath the fabric sitting atop her spectacularly huge, yet gravity defying breasts. As far as Meredith could tell there was not a single blemish on her entire body. Not an ounce of fat. Not a single stretch mark. It was if she were the living embodiment of a drawing on the cover of her novels where the main character was a hyperbole of every beauteous possibility that could be found within the female form. But what struck Meredith the most was the fire in the girl’s eyes. She had often heard Devyn call her ‘Goddess’ in a fun and affectionate manner, but to Meredith, Diane truly was a goddess. And this goddess was angry and had stormed into her room, full of wrath and retribution. At first, Meredith cowered, expecting Diane to unleash a tirade of cruel words upon her where every syllable, every phrase, was sharpened to a point and fixed with a barb so when they pierced her tender flesh, they stuck in her, and remained, inflicting pain again and again for hours to come. Yet, instead of receiving a venomous bite from the stunning girl, Diane had bared her soul and showed Meredith a picture that, at first, didn’t make any sense, until Meredith realized that the overweight, timid, young woman, who resembled herself, or any one of her friends, was, indeed, the goddess Diane in her previous form, prior to an astonishing metamorphosis that created the unique creature that graced her small, sad world.

“Diane said she would be my friend, and I’m going to knock on her door!” Meredith whispered to herself, in an attempt to build courage enough to go through with the leap of faith.

Cassie had attempted to befriend the Double D’s straight away, but her rebuffed flirting with Diane’s boyfriend had resulted in Devyn swiftly exiling her. Meredith had witnessed the snub firsthand while sitting in her chair and studying. It was ironic that, since that day, Cassie had been very critical of the two girls, nicknaming them the ‘Double-Ds’ with her ensemble of other young women on floor who, individually, also had sought out the attention of the pair of queens, whose named were known throughout campus by both men and women alike.

“Hey! I’m Cassie… I’m across the hall… so if you girls ever want to chill or party, I’m so down!” she had offered, in a fun cheery voice. In anticipation of introducing herself, Cassie had spent nearly two hours primping. She wanted to look good, but in an effortless way in order to subterfuge her insecurities at presenting herself to ladies she had already presumed to be her betters. She was incredibly intimidated by the two girls across the hallway and craved their approval and attention. Most of all, she wanted to be affiliated with them and draft off their social status and appeal with the most desirable men on campus.

“Diane… isn’t this the girl who tried to give her number to Marcus?” Devyn asked Diane over her shoulder after lobbing an exasperated look at the visiting brunette.

“Yeah… well… kinda… he didn’t want it… and we weren’t even dating then… so I don’t care,” Diane trailed off, looking at her phone without acknowledging Cassie.

“Sorry… what’s your name… Cassie? Well, we’re kinda busy so we probably can’t hang out… BUT… a little advice… if you ever want to try talking to a guy as hot as Marcus, I’d suggest doing something with your hair first… I mean… bangs… really… you look like someone from the mid-west’s mother… or their older, never-married aunt,” Devyn condescended.

“Ha!” Diane laughed, never breaking eye contact with her phone.

The devastated Cassie trudged back to her room and closed the door.

“What are you looking at? Like your hair isn’t a rat’s nest,” she growled at Meredith, who smiled inwardly for hours, replaying over and over in her head how Devyn had completely wrecked the girl who had tormented her since college began.

Now Meredith waited in her room for Diane to return from her track meet. Meredith had intentionally walked past Marcus’ room on the way to breakfast and his door was closed as well. He was probably playing a football game at another school, Meredith surmised. Then, like an angel, Diane, wearing her skintight black running ensemble, that cupped every curve on her ass and legs perfectly, revealing, without a shadow of a doubt, the woman was a thoroughbred and not merely an illusion of beauty; a house of cards that tumbles down without the meticulously applied aesthetics of clothing and chemicals. Diane didn’t have a stitch of make-up on her face, and she was still the best-looking woman Meredith had ever seen.

“Goddess…,” Meredith whispered to herself while waiting for Diane to finish her catwalk down the hallway.

“Diane!” Meredith called to her, in front of Cassie and the entire floor who had pretended not to congregate in the hallway at that very moment to look at the sculpted legs and posteriors on display.

“Hi Meredith,” Diane loudly replied.

Devyn, seeing her best friend greet the chubby, bespeckled ball of curly hair and cookie crumbs, smiled at Meredith as well.

“I was hoping we could hang out… maybe talk… we could go for tea?” Meredith nervously asked while Cassie stood in the doorway, behind her, eavesdropping, flabbergasted that Diane would consider making plans with her dud of a roommate.

“I have something really important to do this afternoon, then Marcus is taking me out… but I’ll be back tomorrow afternoon and we can go sit at Kohlberg Coffee and talk then… do you have my number?”

“Umm… no,” Meredith beamed.

Then, Cassie’s eyes bulged in disbelief as Diane put her number in Meredith’s phone.

“Talk to you then,” Diane smiled.

“Have fun with Marcus tonight!” Meredith cheered and then summoned every ounce of self-control to not begin hopping in the middle of the hallway with glee.

*I wonder if that girl has been listening to us having sex?* Diane pondered, after seeing the expression on her face when she wished her a fun night with her man.

Diane carefully opened the door the tiniest of cracks in anticipation of Devyn being naked on the other side. Her careful consideration was well warranted as she saw her roommate, topless, and reaching for a towel.

“Come to the showers with me?” Devyn asked, tightly fitting the towel around her body.

“I need to call my mom first… go ahead without me?”

“Sure!” Devyn replied.

Devyn knew that Diane was going to meet Jacob, her biological father, that very afternoon and she was giving her all of the consideration she could. The truth was, the stress of meeting the man had been overwhelming Diane and, as a result, she had been leaning on her crutch a considerable amount. In the past, Diane would simply eat her feeling away, smothering the pain with a glacier of ice cream. Now, her outlet had been sex, and even though she made Marcus roughly fuck her twice in the previous twelve-hour span, he wasn’t there now to service her, and Diane needed relief.

With Devyn off to the showers, where she would often spend more than forty-five minutes in the hot water, performing her rituals of body scrubs and hair treatments, Diane had time to bring herself to a toe-curling orgasm as slowly as she pleased. For an extra measure of security, Diane pushed her desk chair against the door, then quickly undressed. Diane had often considered purchasing a sex toy in the past when she was overweight, and fantasy was her only sexual release. However, since she was living at home during that time, the fear of her parents opening the package was a risk she was unwilling to take. Now that she was living in the dorms, after a fair amount of research, had purchased an incredibly expensive, yet highly rated, amalgamation of plastic and metal that, supposedly, could summon levels of pleasure within a woman that would only be possible through a combination of stimulations that could never be executed by any man and the equipment with which he was naturally equipped.

Diane used a pair of scissors to slash open the packaging then carefully cleaned every inch of the multipronged purple cock, including the spots that would only be held and not actually inserted into her, now, screaming vagina. Diane felt her heart pumping in her chest in anticipation. There were multiple factors exciting her; the prospect of her first toy along with the anticipation built by the scores of women online who praised the device as the only reason they had not slit their wrists out of boredom and dissatisfaction with their sex lives. The second factor was the possibility of being caught by Devyn. Diane used to luxuriate in her masturbation sessions when she was overweight. She would get completely naked in her bedroom and take up to an hour to find the perfect fantasy online before she even began to touch herself. Since living in the dorms, she had only found a few moments to attempt to bring herself to an orgasm, alone, in the room. Every time she had done so, she feared Devyn would show up any moment.

With the toy now clean, Diane fed three ‘C’ batteries into the handle and snapped on the button. The cache of marbles in the fat base began to churn noisily while the textured shaft and bulbous, angled head buzzed along with the forked prongs designed to dance atop her clitoris.

“AHHH!” Diane exhaled, preparing herself, mentally and emotionally, for the toy.

She needed this; the release; in order to steel her nerves enough to meet the man who abandoned her in utero. She was still riding high from the intense race she had just pushed herself to complete, only an hour earlier, but now, she needed to orgasm.

Scooping up her laptop and climbing into bed, Diane placed her airpods into her ear canals so she could listen to the pornography she was about to view.

“Two penetrations done… one more to go,” she joked with herself, upon inserting the earbuds and holding the massive vibrator.

She snapped open the special intimate lubrication she also bought and put a healthy dollop on the cock’s head, then smoothed it over the entire phallus. Diane knew she would naturally get very wet, but the women online were quite adamant about the lube being a crucial component and Diane, as a budding scientist, was loathe to not follow instructions, even when it came to masturbation.

Lastly, she synched her phone with the Bluetooth speakers and selected a soothing playlist to mask any noises heard on the other side of the door. Then, with her airpods synched to the laptop, Diane browsed to her favorite streaming porn site and typed her tried and true phrase into the search bar: huge cocks.

Instantly and array of tiles populated the screen and Diane filtered them down to only videos that were shot in high definition and only videos that were at least twenty minutes long. She had no patience for low resolution footage and, in her expert opinion, any clip shorter than twenty minutes ran the risk of being a ‘teaser’ and may abruptly end before the satisfying moment where the massive penis erupted with semen, to the delight of the female actress. She was looking for several key aspects within the tiles in order to consider watching the entirety of the content. When it came to female actresses, she looked for the ones that resembled her the most; thin, raven haired, busty girls, no older than twenty. She needed to imagine herself as the one being split open by the massive cocks, which also resulted in her exclusively selecting Caucasian girls as, even though she found other races of women to be exceedingly beautiful, she simply could not make her fantasy work unless the girl somewhat resembled her. This was a stark difference to the past when Diane didn’t care what the girl looked like at all, as she was focused on the man. However, she was not having actual sex then, so, for her, the fantasy was largely an estimation of what a cock would feel like, making the female participant on the screen no more knowledgeable than she, and, therefore, not important enough to be any more than a receptacle for the cock she had carefully selected on the screen. When it came to male actors, Diane’s only concern was that they were gorgeous, muscular, and incredibly hung. It didn’t matter which race the owner of the twelve-inch monster penis belonged, only that he was an Adonis with a penis big enough to choke the most cock-hungry woman on the planet.

Acting on instinct, Diane opened a half dozen of the tiles into new tabs on her screen. In the first one, she watched a dusky jewel attempting to fit the tip of a massive penis into her mouth. The girl was performing the act while obviously looking into a screen displaying the exact same feed that would be on the clip. As a result, her attempts at sucking were incredibly awkward. The desire to seem demure when playing with the massive man-hose came off uncoordinated and Diane quickly lost patience.

Next, she watched a very skinny girl adequately service two thick cocks, spit roasting the girl by roughly fucking her from behind while she sucked. What intrigued Diane was the urgency she saw in the girl’s eyes, caused by the intense stretching she received in her vagina. Diane often wondered if men, viewing the clip, thought this was a look of a woman in pain. Diane knew exactly how that felt and she certainly would not describe it as what men thought pain was; an unpleasant, agonizing, sensation that could only be cured by cessation of whatever was causing the excruciating discomfort. In reality, as far as Diane was concerned, her vagina was usually quite content being as small as possible, and only wet enough as to not cause the discomfort of dry lips abrasing against each other. However, when she was excited, lubricated, and interested in having that space inside of her experience that immaculately gratifying fullness that could only be achieved by the exact shape of a penis, the sensation of stretching was a very welcome one. Now, every woman has a threshold where the stretching breaches the line between pleasure and pain, however, sitting on that line, reveling both inside and outside of the limits, was a delicacy that every girl wished was on the menu more often. This also played into Diane’s fond appreciation of her masculine Marcus spanking her at the peak of her pleasure. At any other time, such a feeling would be somewhere between awful and traumatizing, but, at those moments, bliss.

Diane chose the moment of the teenager’s bulging urgency in her eyes to carefully part the lips of her labia with the fat head of her new toy. She held the tip inside, waiting. Often when Diane masturbated, the length of her sessions was highly contingent on events happening on the screen. Now that her lips were parted and the cock was in position, she was waiting for the girl to experience the second man penetrating her for the first time so that Diane could imagine it was her being the one stretched with the massive phallus. Diane’s patience was rewarded and, moments later, the two men switched positions and she pushed the purple dildo inside of her at the exact pace being done by the muscular stud on her screen to the watery-eyed Diane facsimile.

“Ahhhhh!” she breathed upon being penetrated.

One of the selling points of the toy was how it could be very granularly controlled. Diane had read reviews by other women who bashed products that purported to be far too powerful on the lowest setting to be comfortable. Diane knew what she liked, and she desired to wade into deep waters slowly, not jump in all at once. Now, with the cock inside of both her and the girl on screen, Diane switched on the toy and it erupted inside of her with a concerto of twisting and vibrating that stirred her love canal in such a way that Diane instinctively pushed the toy in deeper so that the wriggling prongs could seat themselves in the hood of her clitoris, enhancing her pleasure, as the sensation was every bit as heavenly as ‘Mary from Ohio’ had described in her eight paragraph, five-star Amazon review.

Diane was now having difficulties concentrating on what was transpiring on the screen. The vibrating cock was the overwhelmingly dominant presence in her head. She closed the laptop, unable to guarantee she wouldn’t knock it off the bed with errant jerk of a knee from the jackhammering, magic cock that was deep inside of her, yet managing to stimulate her clitoris at the same time. In addition to the exemplary clitoral stimulation, the clutch of beads, rotating only an inch or two inside of her, was pleasurably stroking the spot that Marcus had managed to touch, briefly, with his fingertips, as his palm turned upwards, the previous night when he performed oral sex on her.

“HHAA! HAAARRR!” Diane grunted. She had no choice; she couldn’t hold back. Her orgasm was going to arrive at that moment no matter what games she played in her mind. With her free hand, she grabbed up a fistful of bedsheet and stuffed them into her mouth.

“HHRRRRRRRRR!” she screamed into the sheets as her entire pelvis throbbed in a time-stopping rush of pleasure that was so intense, Diane was terrified she may break a tooth, indiscriminately biting into the ball of her thousand count Egyptian cotton.

The orgasm continued, jolting forward, like a shopping cart with a straying wheel, as Diane moaned, trying to comprehend what was going on.

*Turn it off! Turn it off!* Something screamed in her head.

Fighting the pleasure that was rapidly becoming an intense irritant as the mechanized porn star roiled inside of the gasping teen, Diane strained to find the correct button on the handle. Summoning all of her concentration, pressed the off the switch causing the Rube Goldberg machine to immediately die while still deeply embedded in her soaked vagina. Every other time Diane had masturbated, her fingers certainly did not continue their wicked back and forth, sexual windshield-wiper, stimulation a moment more than the girl desired. Somehow, in her brilliant brain, capable of immense academic feats, it never occurred to Diane that she would need to quickly shut the toy off after her orgasm.

Carefully, she withdrew the toy from inside of her, then laid on the bed, awash in her post-orgasm relief. Diane relished in that brief moment where the scrolling internal conversation that was her constant thoughts were silenced. Sadly, the moment passed, and her brain’s monologue reminded her that Jacob, the man who impregnated her mother then abandoned her, would be in front of the dorms in just over an hour.

Diane pulled several wipes from atop her desk and cleaned the toy thoroughly before sliding it into the special pouch that came with the packaging. Then she took a special wipe from her purse and cleaned the soaked mess that was her vagina.

“The entire room smells like pussy!” Diane wailed.

She stuffed her dirty clothes into the hamper, hid the torn packaging of the vibrator, wrapped herself with a towel, then opened the windows letting the freezing air stream into the room. Diane’s teeth chattered as a gust ripped the warmth right out of her body as she stood there, nearly naked, looking out into the cold of Pennsylvania, hoping the freezing air would evacuate the impossible to mistake pungent odor of a woman’s vagina that had just been pummeled by the summation of two-hundred-thousand years of technological advancement needed to create a tool that pleasured a woman more effectively than what evolution had created naturally in her male counterparts.

“I would marry this dildo if it had good enough credit to buy me stunning, but understated, solitaire diamond engagement ring!” Diane joked.

Slamming the window shut, Diane cranked the heat to compensate for the indoor temperature now being somewhere hovering just above freezing. She looked at the clock and estimated that Devyn had been in the shower for nearly forty minutes and was probably almost finished with her second round of hair conditioner and almost ready to finally turn off the spout.

“Fuck it!” Diane decided and stepped into her flip-flops, grabbed her shower tote, and yanked the chair away so she could jerk open the door.

On the other side, Diane saw Meredith, perched in her chair, eyes fixed on Diane’s door. Instantly, Meredith had a guilty look on her face, like a child who had damaged something of value. The two girls locked eyes and Diane knew, without a doubt in her mind, that Meredith had not only listened to her masturbating just now but had probably also listened when she fucked Marcus.

Trying to move her mouth and activate her vocal chords, it appeared that Meredith was intending to speak. Possibly to say something she deemed necessary to ensure Diane would still be her friend, despite her perverted eavesdropping. She looked like that frightened child, shamefully standing in front of the broken lamp, waiting to be chastised. Diane looked at her and saw ‘Miss Personality’.

“If you enjoyed the afternoon show, then you’ll LOVE our evening show!” Diane announced to Meredith while smirking at the embarrassed the girl, then proceeded to skip down the hallway, swinging her tote, to join Devyn in the shower.

Meredith’s chin dropped out of shock. She followed Diane down the hall with her eyes.

“Goddess…,” she whispered.

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