Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The Dorm Diaries ❯ Marissa Pt 2 ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Despite the fact that the threat had passed, I still turned the key and went back into my room. I needed a moment or two to myself. In actuality, I did not want to share an elevator with her. How long did it usually take to get an elevator? I held my breath, and waited for the familiar sounds that signified the arrival of an elevator. When no sound came, I began to wonder if I’d missed it. Had she gone, or was she still standing there waiting? I briefly entertained the thought of taking the stairs, but realized that would be wholly pointless as I would still have walk past her to get to the stairwell. Gathering my courage, I returned to the hallway. It was deserted as usually. I locked my door and made my way to the elevator but Marissa was not there. I had missed it after all. Slapping myself mentally, I pushed the button and waited. By the time the elevator arrived, I’d forced myself to forget about Marissa. She was a girl, who lived in a world completely different from my own, who just happened to be baring all that God gave her. As the elevator doors slid open, I was greeted by the face of my boyfriend Henry. Henry and I had been together since high school. He was the stereotypical jock/ captain of the football, who had fallen for the captain of the cheerleading squad. Luckily for me, however, eventually he grew tired of her air head charms and started dating me captain of the Mathletes. For the rest of our high school years, there had been bets on how long we would last, but now, in our third year of college we’d more than defied the odds. The only thing left was for Henry to come to his senses by following in the footsteps of his friends by popping the question.
“Hey babe, where you headed?” In answer, I thrust my laundry basket in his direction. “Oh, need some help?”
“Sure why not.”
He waited until the elevator door slid close with us inside, to make his move. Putting his arm around my waist he closed the distance between us in a matter of seconds. With his other hand, he removed the laundry basket from my hand. Before I could stop him, his lips were on mine, and his tongue was exploring my mouth. It was not long before his hands followed suit. Without realizing it, I found myself reacting to his moves. My hands encircled his waist, and I found myself placing my pelvis closer to his, feeling his growth. The sound of the elevator, signifying our arrival at the basement, interrupted us putting an end to our tryst. Gathering the basket, I walked out into the laundry room. In the far corner, was Marissa giving me yet another look at her beautiful back. She had perfect posture, and I could see the marks of her many hours in the sun. Her outfit gave me the perfect view her back as it rounded slowly into her hips.
“Babe? Here is an open washing machine.” Henry did not see what I was staring at. Trying to keep my nerves in check, I began to load my clothes into the washer Henry had indicated.
“Where is your laundry detergent?” He asked.
I bit my lip; I’d forgotten it upstairs!
Seeing the look on my face, Henry sighed. “I’ll get it.” Taking the keys, he started toward the elevators. I bit my lips and waited. As the elevator closed taking him back to my floor, the reality of the situation hit me. I was all alone with Marissa.