6 comments/ 11346 views/ 0 favorites A Rude Awakening By: crisscross2037 I awoke out of a deep sleep screaming, My husband woke up grabbing my shoulders, I tried fighting him off until he got me to realize it was him that was trying to hold me and that I had been dreaming. I sat there in the middle of the bed my nightie clinging to my sweaty body, still shaking from the fear I had felt in my dream. I sat there thinking as I heard my husband return to his sleep. What had caused me to dream something like this anyway? Nothing even remotely like this had ever happened to me, yet it was me in the dream. I'm a thirty four year old house wife, nothing fancy, just a typical five-foot five inch tall 34b 25w 35h, brown haired house wife, named Sally Bergman married to Paul Bergman. He's thirty seven years old, five eight tall, a plain guy who works hard to make us a good home. We live in a nice neighborhood nothing fancy just a nice place to live,and the people are all friendly. The neighbor s across the street from us are our best friends. John travels a lot with his job, when he's gone, Barbra spends a lot of time visiting with me. Their both in their mid forties, John is around six foot tall and I'd guess him to weigh around a hundred and eighty pounds. Barbra is around five nine and quite slim, with long wavy reddish brown hair. I laid back down unable to go back to sleep. The dream had been so real I was unable to get it out of my mind. As I laid there in the dark, the dream started coming back to me. I was sitting in a bar watching people dance while sipping on a drink. There were to two burly looking guys trying to talk a woman into going along with them. She was pretty drunk and she made it pretty plain to them she wasn't ready to leave the bar just yet. They bought her another drink and kept after her until she finished her drink and slid off the stool. They started towards the door and she was having a hard time standing let alone walking, but with one guy on each side of her they finally made it out the door. I decided I'd had enough to drink for one night and followed them, curious to see what was going to happen once they got her outside. They were between the cars out away from the bar. She was struggling with them, trying to keep them from getting her into a car. Suddenly they started cursing and hitting her. One of the men had her by the hair holding her, while the other hit her everywhere, he pummeled her face until it was a bloody pulp, then hit her several times in the stomach and breasts. Hitting her until she stopped screaming. She kept looking over to me for help. I tried to go to her or call out for help, but I was unable move or utter a sound. They finally let go of her and she fell to the ground. Now that she was on the ground both men started kicking her until she laid there looking over at me with unseeing eyes. She had been beaten and battered until she laid there in a twisted heap, not moving at all. I knew they had beaten her to death, and I had watched it happen. That's when I woke up screaming. It had been a dream, but a very real dream. It was around three weeks or so later that I awoke out of another dream screaming. This time I was in a small fishing boat with another couple, I don't know why they invited me along. We cruised around the lake and neither of them said one word to me,it was as though I wasn't even there. They had been riding around the lake until they had gotten to the far end where it was very remote. The man said I'm going to go ahshore I have to pee. When they made to shore both him and her got out of the boat, but for some reason I didn't have to go, so I stayed in the boat. They soon came back, got into the boat and we were soon underway again. As soon as we were going again he asked for a beer, she said, "don't you think you've had enough?" He shouted back at her, "I'll fucking tell you when I've had enough you dumb bitch, now give me a fucking beer." She looked at him suddenly frightened. "Take me back to the car I want to go home." He started laughing and rocking the boat from side to side, she screamed, "stop, please stop, you know I'm afraid of water, I can't swim and your scaring me." We were maybe a hundred yards from shore when he grabbed her arm and started pulling her off the seat, she was screaming for him to stop. I sat there watching,unable to move. As he got her on her feet, he let go. She had been pulling away from him so hard that when he suddenly let go of her arm, she fell over backwards out of the boat. She was screaming for him to save her. Then it was as though she saw me for the first time. She looked at me holding out her hand saying, "please help me" I sat there unable to move, watching as she slipped under the water. I looked over at her husband to see why he wasn't trying to save her, he was gone. I was alone. I woke up screaming. Again my husband took me in his arms and held me while I wept. Why was I having these dreams?" As he held me he said, "I think you should see someone, tell them what's going on and see what they think is causing these dreams." I found a therapist who could get me right in. She talked to me about the dreams then asked if I would be comfortable with her bringing in someone who specializes in dreams. I told her I didn't care who she brought in if she thought they could help me get rid of them. I met with both of them four times before he asked how I felt about hypnotism. I said I had never really given it much thought. He said, "would you be willing to give it a try?" I thought about it for awhile then said, "Yes, I guess I could try it, as long as you can bring me back." "Sally, contrary to what most people believe, hypnotism isn't really like what you hear about when it's used for show purposes. There is really nothing to fear but it's entirely up to you." "Okay then, I'm ready to try almost anything to get rid of the dreams." I just slowly drifted away almost like in my dreams. I started seeing bits a pieces of scenes from the dreams and that's about all I remember. I have no idea how long I had been out. When I woke up I was wet from sweating, my hair was sticking to my forehead, I looked at the two therapists and asked, "Well, how did I do?" They looked at each other then Dr Bannock said "You did very well Sally, very well indeed. But before we try to figure out the answer to your dreams, I think we should do more studies, how do you feel about that Sally?" "I ah ya, I guess so, whatever you think we need to do." "Good we'll see you back in here on Friday, a week from today." That night I awoke again having a night mare, it had only been three weeks since the last one but it was just as bad. I was riding in the back seat of a car, there was a man and woman in the front seat. They had stopped and picked me up after my car had broke down on the highway. They were both very quiet when I first got in, but before long they were in a heated argument. He was accusing her of cheating on him. She was crying, begging him to listen to her, that she had never cheated on him. It was a cruel lie by one of her co workers to cause trouble between her and her husband, thinking if he could cause trouble, she would end up with him. She was begging her husband not to believe all the things he had heard. He suddenly pulled the car over to the side of the highway and stopped. Leaning over her he opened the door and shoved her out of the car screaming."Your a lying cheating whore, get the fuck out." As she landed on her back she looked up at me as I sat looking out the back door window. I heard her say, "please help me. Please." I looked at her out the window and felt tears starting down my cheeks. I knew what was going to happen and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Slamming the door he turned the car around and headed in the direction we had just came from. About a half mile down the road he slowed down, turned around and started back the other way. Even as dark as it was, he turned off the headlights as the the car started picking up speed. Just as I saw her figure loom out of the darkness standing alongside the rode, he switched the lights back on. she threw up her arms to protect herself. Her eyes met mine with the most terrifying look I had ever seen as the car struck her hurling her into the ditch. As we roared off down the road he said, "you cheating bitch." Once again my husband went to put his arms around me but this time I screamed at him to leave me alone. Jumping out of bed I went crying out of control into the bathroom. He came and tried the door but I had locked it, he said, "Honey are you all right? please let me in, talk to me please." I sat quietly in the darkness letting the tears run down my cheeks. I though noe knew what the dreams meant. I also knew if I were to tell anyone. they may have me committed to some psycho hospital. I knew I would have to learn to live with what I knew. I sat there wondering why it had happened to me. How were those people able to tap into my dreams. I suddenly realized all of the things I had seen in my dreams so far had been were murders. If the wrong person were to here about my dreams and what I had seen, they may come looking for me. This I rationalized, was another good reason to not say anything to anyone. My husband stayed outside the bathroom door pleading with me to come out. When I finally did come out he attempted to put his arms around me, but I shrugged him off saying, "please Paul not now." He stood there watching me walk down the hall toward the kitchen, when he saw me pull out a chair and sit down he came to the kitchen. As he went to sit he said, "are you ready to talk now?" I sat there not looking at him, then said, "you better go back to bed, you have to get up early, I'll be okay, I just want to be alone for awhile." He stood up putting his hand on mine, "Are you sure you'll be okay Sally?" I mustered up the best smile I could, "Yes Paul I'll be okay, I just need to be alone for awhile." Paul went back to bed leaving me alone with my thoughts. I didn't want to tell him the reason I didn't want to go back to bed was I didn't want to go to sleep again. I thought if I didn't go back to sleep it wouldn't happen again. As soon as Paul left for work that morning, I went outside to work in the yard. I had to do something, anything to stay awake. I had worked out in the yard until around eleven when Barbra my friend from across the street came out and stood by her car asking me what I was doing outside in this heat. I said, "Hi Barb. What are you up to?" "I have an appointment to take the car in to see why its been acting up." "Barb, did you want me to come and pick you up so you don't have to sit and wait?" "No thanks Sally, after I explained to them what it was doing they said they were pretty sure it wouldn't take very long to fix, but thanks anyway." "Well take care, maybe I'll see you later when you get back." "You take care yourself Sally, you better get out of the sun." I watched Barbra get in her car and back out onto street. As she started driving away she was waving through the window. I waved back thinking why doesn't she roll the windows down, at least until the air conditioner kicks in and pushes the hot air out. I stood watching her drive away thinking. I wonder what she would think if I told her about my dreams and what I thought were causing them, would she think I was losing my marbles?" I didn't know how long I could keep this to myself. I also realized I couldn't stay awake forever. I started walking to the garage to put my yard tools away as it was getting very hot, when I suddenly felt feint. I stopped to clear my head then went into the cool house. Once inside I began feeling very weak, damn I was close to having a heat stroke. I ran some cold water over a dish towel and placed it on my forehead as I laid down on the sofa. I have no idea how long I laid there before I fell asleep, I saw Barbra backing her car onto the street. I saw her smiling as she waved at me as she drove off. Suddenly I saw her inside her car, her face almost against the window. She was beating the window with her fists trying to get out, her face twisted in terror as she screamed for me to help her. Suddenly I heard the scream of the six o clock commuter train and I knew where she was, and what was about to happen. I saw myself holding up my arms trying to stop the train. I woke up screaming. My god my god, no, please no. In the next instant I saw the car literally explode as it was hit by the train traveling at 60 or 70 miles an hour, her eyes were looking at me, pleading with me to help her until the train hit her car, tearing it to shreds. I was still in shock and unable to attend services for my best friend. Every night I saw her looking out the car window beating on it with her fists. I saw the terror on her face as she was fighting, trying to get out of the car. And every night I wept because I was unable to help her. By this time they had me so full of drugs I could hardly talk let alone do anything. I sat most of the time, dreading the thought that soon it would be time to go to bed again. I now lived in constant fear of the dreams. I had been staying up as late as I could, hoping I could sleep sound enough the dreams couldn't wake me. It had taken almost a month, before I was able to start doing most of the things that needed to be done around the house. It still bothered me to go outside. When I did have to go I never failed to see Barbra backing out smiling at me as she waved goodbye. I had Paul set the garbage at the curb so I wouldn't have to go outside that day. It was on Tuesday when Paul said he was going to have to be gone out of town for two days, and asked if I would be okay here by myself. I was suddenly struck with fear but I said, "yes I'm sure I'll be fine, you go ahead and go." Paul said, "Are you sure? If you don't think you can handle it I'll ask if there 's someone else they can send." I knew it would only be a matter of time before he would be sent out of town again and I knew I would have to stay alone so, it might as well be now. "No you go Paul, I'll be fine, I have my medicine and as long as I take it I don't have the dreams. I was very apprehensive about going to bed the night Paul left. I stayed up until after midnight watching television. I finally shut it off and went to bed. I was awakened suddenly by someone dressed in black, with a black mask covering their face. Before I could say anything they pushed me backwards onto the bed. I laid there looking up thinking. Why am I looking into this face? Why not the victim's face like all the other times. Where was the victim? I couldn't see her like I had in all of the other dreams, or was this person the victim? was something going to happen to them? I laid there looking up, knowing whoever this was in my bedroom was going to be dead in a very short time just like all the rest. After my best friend Barbra was killed I got on the computer looking up old news papers in the surrounding area to see if anyone resembling the people or the way they had been killed in my dreams had been killed and found that every one of the victims was real, and all of them had died exactly like they had in my dreams. As I laid there now I heard the distant wail of a siren and knew the police were on there way. I closed my eyes waiting. The next thing I saw was myself lying naked in a hospital room. What kind of a hospital would just leave me lying here stark naked, and damn it was chilly. I saw two doctors come in dressed in green scrubs along with two other men dressed in street clothes. What the hell is going on? For Christ sakes can't they even cover me up before bringing people in to talk to me? The four men walked right up to the table I was lying on, damn it was hard, and cold. I wondered when I would be moved to a regular room. They stood there talking to one another when one of the guys in street clothes said. "It's a damn shame, but we'll catch the son of a bitch sooner or later. He'll fuck up and when he does, I want to be there. The dirty bastard isn't satisfied to just stick them he has to almost take their hearts out. I just hope he gives me a reason to blow his shit away when we catch him and we will." One of the doctors then asked if they needed anything else, they both shook there head saying. "No just give us the results as soon as you can." Results! results from what? just cover me and get me to a room. After the two men had left, the two doctors wheeled the table over to a wall covered with small doors, they opened one of the doors and one of them said, "In you go honey, we'll be back tomorrow after your husband takes a look." What did they mean after my husband takes a look, Paul will get me out of here, that's what Paul will do. They started pushing me into the small door. I started yelling. No No, please don't put me in there, I'm already cold and it's cold in there, very cold. Why weren't they paying any attention to me?" Just leave me out here. Oh no please. No, Don't Close The Door. Slam. The End I would like to thank all of the readers who enjoy reading my stories for reading what I guess is a paranormal story. I hope you readers out there that enjoy reading this type story will let me know what you think. This is my first attempt at writing anything like this. So please bare with me. Again, Thank You. crisscross A Rude Awakening The following is a true experience I had freshman year of college. It opened my eyes to a whole side of me I didn't know existed. "Erika?" I flicked open my eyes. Disoriented and confused, I found myself standing in a cold room. I racked my brain as to how I got here. The last I remembered was studying for an exam with Jake, getting antsy waiting around for his friend Steven to show, going for a jog, and then turning in early. I didn't remember anything past that. I quickly gathered that I must have been sleepwalking again. I was no stranger to sleepwalking back then. All through high school I had been waking to find myself somewhere altogether different than where I'd gone to bed. I always awoke dazed like this and had to puzzle out where I was and what I had been up to while asleep. One time my dad even found me swimming in our backyard pool in my pajamas. My parents always chalked it up to my genetics - my mom was a sleepwalker when she was my age - and I didn't give it a second thought. Just some phase I was going through. Now I believe it to be my untapped sexual energy working itself out in my sleep. At least, my nighttime antics slowed considerably when I started exploring my sexuality more deliberately in college. And all of that started at this moment. I gradually became aware that I was standing on the first floor entryway of my dorm. My room was on the third. Only boys slept on the first floor. That made this close to the farthest I'd ever traveled while asleep. There were a couple grubby couches nearby and the communal study room I'd just left a few hours before would be back behind me to my left. It was night outside the big double doors, and a pretty chilly one at that. Here I was a good ten feet from the glass and I was freezing cold. Too cold in fact. All at once I realized. I was completely naked! From my head to my toes, I didn't have a stitch on. Every inch of my thin, athletic, 5'8" 125 pound freshman body was exposed. Normally tan, my skin was pale and bumpy with chill. I felt a cool breeze against my naked backside and tickling between my legs. The bright pink nipples on the ends of my perky 32C breasts stood at pert attention. I was also dripping wet. Needless to say, I was shocked. Why am I naked? Has anyone seen? Why am I so wet? Thoughts raced through my mind as I tried to figure out what I'd been doing to get here. Had I been outside? Strolling naked through the midnight air horrified me. I could tell it wasn't raining out, though, and took that as a good sign. I nervously glanced around the lobby. Didn't look like anyone had seen me. That was a relief. Chilly and noticing a puddle forming around my naked feet, I decided now was not the time to puzzle it out. Gathering my wits, I turned to run for the stairs, and the safety of my third floor dorm room. That was when I got the surprise of my young life. Standing in front of me, just a few yards down the hallway, and between me and the stairs, was Jake, my study buddy. He was standing outside the communal study room where I'd left him. There was a second boy there as well. I recognized him from my classes, but I didn't know him. My guess was he was the Steven we'd been waiting for when I'd gotten antsy. Both of their jaws were practically on the floor, and all four of their eyes were glued to my crotch. Without thinking, I glanced down at my naked self to see the view they were getting. Beneath my dripping shoulders and glistening wet breasts, I watched a single bead of water leisurely meandering its way down my flat tummy, past my belly button, and on down, finally disappearing into the poof of hair that had sprouted between my legs a few years earlier. Though I was clean shaven everywhere else, I didn't shave "down there" back then. My studies consumed all my time and I was a virgin to boot. I had never even considered someone seeing all of me. At the time, I considered sleeping naked to be the utmost in naughty behavior, and even that was something I had only worked up the courage to start trying a few weeks before. I vaguely remembered having done so tonight and guessed that helped explain the naked part, if not the sopping wet bit. The three of us stood like this for an impossibly long moment, just staring at the little droplets beaded on my curly brown pubic hair. It was a little matted and damp. You could just make out the faint hint of a slit beneath, something I was acutely aware of for the first time under their watchful eyes. My tummy started to flush and tingle under our three gazes. When I looked back up, the boy I guessed was Steven was devouring my breasts with his eyes. When I looked to Jake, his gaze met mine. I saw sympathy there. Something else as well. Hunger? So we stood. Two lucky boys getting an eyeful of virgin freshman flesh. Me, a deer in their headlights, so to speak. That's an exceptionally apt analogy because the moment Jake started to stammer out "Are you..." I bolted. My hands flying to my bush and one of my boobs, I ran right at them and the stairs. My free breast bounced wildly as I ran, throwing tiny droplets of water in the air. I pushed between Jake and Steven, rubbing my wet, naked, virgin body against them both in the process. They parted and turned to watch my ass as it bounced merrily down the hallway. One of them whistled. I think it was Steven. The elevator was closer, but I was not about to stop and wait for it. I breezed past it, leaving a wet trail in my wake. The hallway seemed longer than I remembered. Finally the stairway door was there and my hand was on the handle. Despite my head screaming to fling it open and run, I lingered there just a moment. I found I had a deep urge to turn right around and let them admire me at their leisure. What was wrong with me? I was a good girl. Studied hard. Too busy to go beyond a little kissing now and then. I turned slightly and looked back at the boys. Each boy had a me-sized wet spot down their side. The same dumb expression was still glued to both boys' faces as they admired my backside. I realized, not entirely unhappily, that my breast was now exposed in profile. I was so ashamed, yet also very intrigued. "Do they like what they see?" I thought. I was shocked to find just how much I hoped they did. I had always thought I had a pretty nice body when I stood naked in front of the mirror, but no one else had seen me since I had blossomed in high school. I was thin, but had a softness that I thought was cute. My breasts weren't huge, but they fit my frame pretty well. I'd been told on several occasions that my perfectly round rump was far beyond average in a swimming suit. It wasn't like I "liked" either boy. Didn't good girls only want boys they have crushes on to see them like this? What were these feelings I was having? All I knew was that as much as I wanted to run, I wanted them to see me too. This time was an accident. No one could accuse me otherwise. I knew if I opened that door, I may not be seen like this again until I was married. Little did I know just how much these two boys would be seeing of me over the next couple years. This moment was a catalyst for a hundred sexual experiments to come, but that is another story entirely. With more than a little reluctance, I finally flung the door open. Out of view, the trance that had come over me passed. I was definitely ready to be done with this adventure. Taking the stairs two at a time, I became aware that I was following a trail of almost dry footprints that led in the opposite direction. They matched the ones I was leaving as I ran up the stairs and I realized they were my own. I took relief in this since if they were still there, it meant I hadn't been standing by the door for too long before the boys found me. That meant they were probably the only ones that had seen. I didn't encounter anyone as I climbed. When I reached the third floor, I hesitated for a moment. The floor lounge area was right on the other side of the door. This time at night there were usually some people up playing games or chatting in there. The floor was coed, so it could be all girls, all guys, or both waiting for me on the other side. If I ran fast, maybe they'd only get a glimpse. If I was casual, though, maybe no one would look at all. Eventually, deciding that I certainly would be seen if I stood here all night, I gathered my courage, took a deep breath, and pulled the door open. To my relief, the lounge area was empty. At least, I thought it should be to my relief. As I walked past the couches my dorm mates frequented, I felt a faint tinge of regret that no one was there. Getting a little bolder, I decided to stop covering myself and walk calmly down the hallway to my room. No one was about and it felt delightfully naughty to walk past my neighbors' door completely nude without them having a clue. I strode confidently around the corner to my hall. Still no one out. I noticed my almost dry footprints leading into the ladies restroom. Apparently I had decided I needed a shower and a nice stroll tonight. It wasn't unheard of for me to do things like that in my youth. I was just always in pajamas then. I continued on my way to my room. Grabbing the handle to my dorm room, I felt a rush of relief that my night's escapades were at an end. I turned the knob and pushed. Nothing happened. The door was locked! I remembered that all the doors on our floor automatically locked themselves when they closed. Apparently I hadn't thought to grab a key when I walked out naked and asleep before. Standing completely naked in the hallway, no way to get in my room, I felt completely exposed. I considered banging on the door since that seemed like the thing to do, but worried that might wake my neighbors. No one would have come anyway. I had lucked into getting assigned a single room when I arrived here. It was precisely that reason I had gotten the nerve to start sleeping and hanging around my room naked to begin with. I tried to figure out what they had told us to do if we were locked out. You had to go to the dorm office back on the first floor and someone would walk back up with you to let you in. I wasn't about to head back to the stairs! Anyway, the office wouldn't open until 7:00 am, which would be a long time to wait standing here naked and cold. I decided to follow my sleepwalking self and go the only place I figured naked people were allowed - the women's showers. Having lost my nerve, I ran as fast as I could, slamming open the door and rushing to a shower stall. I closed the curtain - privacy at last! - and turned on the hot water. The warming water felt amazing as it caressed my chilled skin. I found myself reliving the events of the last 10 minutes over and over in my head. The delightfully naughty feel of the cool air against my privates. The looks on the two boys' faces as they ravished me with their eyes. The intense tingling sensation my tummy had felt beneath their gaze. I started fantasizing alternate endings to the night. What if I'd stayed down there and chatted? What if I'd wandered outside and a stranger jumped me? What if I had pushed both boys back into the study room and let them take me one at a time while the other watched? Without realizing it, my hand had strayed between my legs and had begun lightly tugging on my lower lips. I started to run my index finger along my fuzzy slit. As I became aware of what I was doing, I stopped in my tracks and pulled my hand away. What was I doing!? Good girls don't masturbate in public bathrooms! It had felt so nice though, and the night so exciting, I just had to continue. I decided maybe I wasn't such a good girl after all. Just one too busy to find how good being bad felt. Anyways, I had a lot of time to kill until the office opened anyway. Like nudity, I was fairly new to this masturbation thing, though I had watched a few pornos to give me ideas. I lifted my left leg up onto the bench and slid my right hand back in place. My left hand became occupied with my nipple. My right index finger slid between my lower lips, and entered me. As the hot water flowed down my naked body, I began pumping in and out of my virgin hole. I fantasized about the night's events. I fantasized about someone coming in and opening the curtain. I fantasized about "accidentally" opening the curtain myself. I positioned my body and spread my legs so that if someone did see, they would get one hell of a show. My right hand pumped in and out. My left drifted down my tummy and started rubbing circles around my clit. Faster and faster. Deeper and deeper. The water got so hot, it began to burn. I didn't care. After a blissful minute like this, I was about to cum. Just then, I heard the bathroom door open. Instinctively, I slowed just a bit and listened. While I quietly rubbed myself, I heard someone walk in my direction. Did they know what I was doing? I might have been moaning a bit. My fingers picked up the pace. The person stopped in front of my stall. I could see a girl's bare legs and feet under the curtain, and realized nervously that had she looked, she would have only seen one of mine. I heard her take off a towel and start the water running in the shower next to mine. The girl was standing there naked right on the other side of my curtain as I rubbed myself three feet away! What would she say if I opened the curtain? I'm not normally bi, but at that moment, I was so high on exposure that the thought thrilled me. I willed her to open the curtain and peek. Again and again I thought she might. Finally, I simply couldn't help myself. Someone needed to see what a slut I was being. My left hand edged toward the curtain while my right hand pumped in earnest. Right as I grabbed the curtain and started to drag it aside, she stepped into her shower to wash. What a disappointment! Still, I decided to open the curtain part ways just in case, and that was naughtier than I'd ever been before. Naked in the shower, curtain ajar so anyone might see, standing with one leg propped in the air, left hand working my clit while my right pumped a finger into my hole, I lost all control. Moaning softly and then more loudly, my left middle finger worked my clit while the rest tugged my lips wide open. This left me delightfully exposed, and so spread I easily slid a second finger into my vagina. I hoped against hope someone, anyone, might see, but my body couldn't hold out long enough. In less than a minute like this, I had the most intense orgasm of my young life. I tried to stay quiet, but let out a moan as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. When the feelings subsided, I felt as if I might collapse. I slowly withdrew my hands and lowered my leg, listening to hear if the girl next to me had noticed. If she did, she hid it well as she just kept on washing away. Was that slight moaning I heard from her stall as well? I didn't wait around to find out. Deciding that I was now very done with my exploits, I started to come up with my escape. I looked at the towel the girl had hung between our stalls when she came in. It was the only thing she had been wearing at the time. I felt a little guilty about the thought that entered my head. Maybe I wouldn't be the only girl running around the halls naked today? I turned off the water and stepped out. I grabbed the unsuspecting girl's towel, wrapped my nakedness, and ran out into the hall. The girl must have been shorter than me, or a bit of a skank herself. I had the hardest time getting the towel to cover both my boobs and my ass. I finally settled with the top just over my nipples and the bottom just under my crotch. That in and of itself left me as exposed as I had ever been before tonight. Slightly less exposed than before, I made my way down to the office to see if it might open a bit early. They still hadn't arrived when I got there, so I decided to wait it out in the study room where my night began. No one was there this early in the morning. I sat on one of the uncomfortable chairs, my minuscule towel riding up my legs to the point that it was hard to sit without some of my exposed legs against the chair. The front just barely covered over my bush and I found myself wondering what I would say if someone stepped in to study before class. That I was going for a shower and lost my key was plausible, but that wouldn't keep their eyes from looking. Out of nowhere, I saw the look on the boy's faces vividly in my mind's eye. The surprise. The desire. I couldn't help but imagine someone walking by and peeking in the glass panel in the door. Before I knew what I was doing, I had turned directly at the door and spread my legs just a bit. I slammed my legs shut. "We are quite done with that nonsense for one night!" I told my body. It disagreed though, and before long I had my legs spread so that my knees were pressing into the arm rests, staring at the window; just willing someone, anyone, to look in. What if the hot boy from room 1016 looked in? Everyone thought he was cute. I certainly agreed, but never got the nerve to talk to him, and he certainly never noticed me. He would definitely notice me now! As you might have guessed, before long, my hands were busy at work between my legs. I had never masturbated more than once a week, and here was my second time tonight! I started with one hand on my clit and the other sliding a finger in, but got frustrated that my hand would block the whole show and stuck to just the clit rubbing. Still craving something to fill me, I wound up reaching around under my leg in order to finger my hole from behind. That gave a great view, I imagined, but every few penetrations I kept brushing a little below my vagina. I was touching my ass! It was weird at first. I'd never dreamed of touching there before. But it felt good. Given my already complete slutty masturbating spread eagle for anyone that might care to notice, I started not to care. My hand drifted downward to rub just a little more frequently against my freshly cleaned, puckered rosebud. I started pressing my middle finger against the crinkly hole while my index finger worked my vagina. It pinched a lot and I pulled out. It was so dry! I decided to try rubbing my middle finger around in my vagina for a moment, and then tried again. This time, my whole middle finger slid in all the way to my last knuckle on the first try! It felt amazing! More full than I'd ever been before, and more naughty to boot! In less than a minute, I came again. I could feel each wave of orgasm pinching around my fingers and I never wanted it to stop. Once I was done and completely spent, I pulled my fingers out and let my legs down off the chair. I glanced at the clock, and saw the office should be open by then. No more shows for anyone today! Just then, a couple girls walked by chatting, but didn't look in. I pulled myself together, wrapped up tight, and headed out. The journey to the office and back to my room was fairly uneventful. The girl at the office hardly even noticed my state of undress over her huge cardboard coffee cup. I mumbled something about "locked out" during my shower, she begrudgingly walked me up to my room, unlocked the door, and moments later I was standing alone in my room. I was exhausted, but wired. I collapsed into my bed with a hand between my legs. Before long I let out a long, pleasured moaned fell deep asleep. What a night!