Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The Dorm Diaries ❯ Marissa Pt3 ( Chapter 3 )

I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise, as Marissa turned off the faucet. She was done rinsing her sweater, and now she would most likely leave. The thought of spending any amount of time with Marissa made me feel weak. I had never noticed her before, but today as a lack in laundry drove her to me, I could not help but idolize her. The thought of leaving Henry entered my head, but I quickly brushed it away because I was not certain of Marissa status. My own status was not clear, but I could imagine being with Marissa in a way that Henry could never understand. We would lie in bed, spooning. The atmosphere would be relaxed; nothing would matter except being with her in that moment. Absentmindedly, I twist her golden locks between my fingers, all the while inhaling her scent. When I grew tired of her hair, I would move my hand to her arms, caressing them with the slightest touch causing goose pimples to rise, agitating her slightly, but in a good way. To calm her, I would pepper her shoulders with soft kisses, moving upwards to her neck, to the base of her hair line. Seeking her lips, I would get her to roll over, and then we would–
“Hi.”
My fantasy was interrupted rather abruptly as Marissa sat down beside me.
“Oh hey…” I began twitch nervously. Where the hell was Henry?
“What are you waiting on?” She asked after a few minutes.
“Oh, I forgot my laundry detergent and my boyfriend went to get it for me.” As soon as the words left my mouth I regretted them. Why did I call Henry my boyfriend? She may have known this anyway; seeing us on the floor together. But still, it felt as thought I was advertising my status.
As I mentally chastised myself, my eyes drifted to her thighs. They were toned and tanned like the rest of her and perfectly accented by the cut offs. I couldn’t think of one person that I knew who still wore cut offs, but I was glad that Marissa could pull the look off. In the background the elevator sounded; Henry was finally back.
“Sorry it took so long, I stopped to talk to Justin.” Ordinarily I would not have accepted his apology; Henry had a habit of inconveniencing me. This time, I chose to ignore it; he had given me more time to spend with Marissa. By the time I put the detergent in the in the washer, and had hit the start button, Henry was at my elbow. He wanted to go upstairs. I knew without asking why. I nodded at Marissa and followed him to the elevator. As the doors closed, I thought of what might have been. Then we would kiss, and my hands would explore her thighs. I would work my fingers across her delicate flesh, higher and higher until I reached the point where God had desired them to meet. After removing her cut offs, with gentle strokes I would make her body tremble, higher and higher, until she was out of breath and could not hold on any longer, and she would release herself to me, mind, body and soul.