2.2 She longed to touch herself – he nipples, her bare hot girl naked skin, her pussy. If she had been in her own bed, in her own condo, with the doors closed and sheets covering her, Erica wouldnt have resisted. She would have masturbated herself into tranquility. But here, in the Bullpen, every move that she made was recorded. And, even if it werent, there were currently six onlookers standing just a few feet beyond her reflection in the wall. And even if most of them left, Wendy would still be there.
Wendy would still be out there. Wendy would still be watching her. And, once again, Erica wasnt sure whether that irked her, or turned her on just a little bit more. Well hope it subsides, Noah announced, after they had made the decision to adjourn for the night. Cathy had agreed to stay, as had Vijay. Wendy, though, wasnt going anywhere until Tessa showed up at one, and Erica had signed on for another few weeks. But Noah, Mike, and Hannah departed for the evening, leaving Erica on her own in the Bullpen to make an attempt at ignoring the sensual teasing her body was receiving.
Wednesday night had been a wash. The tingling had, eventually, gone away. But, unfortunately for Ericas sleep patterns, the full cycle would last nearly six hours, leaving her tossing and turning on the hard floor of the Bullpen, unable to fall asleep. When she finally awoke, she knew that she had had another dream, perhaps two or three, but couldnt recall anything more than her own arousal. She was sweating. Her hair was completely mussed up. And her pussy was still wet and exuding warmth – still unable to reach the climax it so desperately craved, either in the waking world or while Erica was asleep.
It was a long, long day, after a long, long night, and Erica passed out on the floor of the Bullpen well before nine oclock. As she drifted off to sleep, she smiled, knowing what was coming. She was in college. In her dorm room at Knight House in Pasadena. With her roommate Julie Coogan. And David Wojciechowski, her first boyfriend. Erica was eighteen years old again, a college junior and one of just sixty-four young women in CalTechs freshman class. Julie was just how Erica remembered her – perfect.
Erica had been a nerd her entire life, too involved in books and science to truly pursue any real life. Julie, on the other hand, seemed as at ease in the Chemistry laboratory as she did at parties hosted by upperclassmen. And David, well, David seemed much more than Erica remembered, as Tom had seemed enhanced in her previous dreams. Everything was just as she remembered it. But this was no memory – it was a dream, a product of her own debased subconscious and a small bit of chemical influence.
Bullshit, David replied to Julies hypothesis, chugging down another few sips of his Miller High Life. Absolute bullshit. Why? Why is it bullshit? Julie asked. She had red hair, a slim body, and an almost non-existent chest, but she exuded sexual confidence that made her three times as alluring as women twice as physically attractive.