Spring Semester

The last time I saw Brie, I was walking down a hall in an empty building, having gotten out of a late, re-scheduled class. I was hungover from drinking all day and the day before that. I hadn’t gotten any in over a month. I didn’t want any.
She was alone and carrying two textbooks. She was in a rush. When she saw me, she stopped in her tracks and stared, wide eyed, like I was about to shoot her. I stopped and stared. She shook her head and went off, walking faster.
I stood in a bathroom stall, jerking off and thinking of her wide eyes. Those eyes that stared at me were the same eyes she had one particular time when she actually squirted. She sat on top of me. I brought her up and down on my cock. It was very slow, almost slow motion. I felt the condom I wore slide up and down with the motions of her pussy. She breathed deeply as though she were meditating and graduated to raspy pants after a few minutes of doing this. Her thighs squeezed against me Her knees ground against the lower part of my ribcage. She said, “Fuck.” She panted more and louder. I came and I felt a warm, wet sensation against my pubes and my lower belly.
I shot of in to the toilet paper in the bathroom. I flushed it down. I walked out of the stall and stood by a sink looking in the mirror for no reason I could quite fathom.
Fuck.