Kim and Angela

2009-01-05 22:31:36 by Anonymous

My roommate Kim sounded so excited and she said she was going to wait up

for me, she was alone at the dorm. I hung up the phone and made my way out

of the church.

It was pretty late, and I had been gone from home for few weeks. The bus

got back to the church much later than we expected. I had been away on a

church outing for almost three weeks, a team of us traveled on a bus doing

community work.

It's just a short walk home to the dormitory from the church. And I enjoyed

the walk, and this time of night the campus was quiet.

I walked quickly through the dark streets. I was so anxious to see Kim. I

had only been away for a few weeks, but it just seemed so long.

I was eager to tell her exactly what had happened.

The whole school was on spring break, so most everybody was away. Kim

stayed to complete a big project, but it felt like the place was empty.

All I wanted was to talk with Kim, and with so many people away, it seemed

like we had the whole campus to ourselves.

I had become so close to Kim, and I was really surprised how much I had

missed her while I was away. She is really vulnerable and sensitive, and I

feel like I need to look out for her. We have so much in common, it has

always felt funny that we got put in the same dorm room. We've made jokes

that we are sisters that were separated at the hospital. Maybe that isn't

funny. But, the truth is we share some similar habits and problems. We are

both desperately nervous about boys. And we can really share that with each

other. And we talk a lot about it, and it's been a huge help to me.

Before Kim came to school in the fall, she was living at home with her

father and four brothers. Her mom had left her father when she was little,

and she was raised by her father in a house full of guys. Plus, her father

is super religious and sort of closed off. Because of that, she has really

bonded to me, I think I'm the first girl she could ever confide in.

And, because of her father, nobody ever really explained anything about sex

to her. And believe me, I don't know much, I am still a virgin, and so is

Kim - but it's something we talk about - a lot.

Kim and I are just so connected. She's my closest friend. I love her

dearly.

I hadn't been in contact with Kim for part of that time on the road, but

when I called tonight - to tell her I was finally back in town, I hinted

that "IT" had finally happened.

Kim knew exactly what "IT" was, and I could tell she was thrilled to hear

me say that.

I walked in the lobby of the dorm, showed my student ID to the guard and

signed in. It's a really strict campus, especially around the women's

dorm. It's a religious school, and the administration is so uptight about

keeping the girls totally separated and away from any boys.

I sprinted up the stairs and ran down the hall to our room.

Kim was on her bed waiting for me. She was sitting up and she was wearing

her favorite baby-blue nightgown

The first thing I said was, "It finally happened!"

She jumped up and squealed with excitement. We hugged. I could tell I was a

little sweaty from the walk back from the church. It was summertime and

even this late at night it was still warm. I was wearing a simple cotton

shirt and a pair of nylon running shorts.

Kim was exhilarated to finally see me, she seemed impatient and happy.

She said, "Angela, I am so happy right now. When you said 'IT' on the phone

I almost fainted."

And Kim knew just what I meant. "IT" was something we had talked about - a

lot. "IT" was my first orgasm, and it had really and truly happened.

"Kim, it's all I can think about since it happened, I've been so eager to

tell you."

"Angela - Oh god, tell me everything!"

Kim and I have been talking a lot about sex lately. We have to be so

secretive because we could get into so much trouble here at this school. We

both knew the dormitory was empty, so we could finally giggle about it, and

get loud.

I cried out, "It was Timmy!"

I climbed on Kim's bed and she got right next to me, and gave her another

big hug. I am pretty tall, and Kim is so petite. We have hugged on the bed

before, and I always feel like she is so tiny.

She said, "You mean Timmy? The lifeguard from the pool? That Timmy?"

"YES! He was on the church trip with me, on the bus and..."

Kim interrupted, "Oh god, I've always loved Timmy..."

"Yeah, he's SO sweet..."

"Yes - He helped me learn to swim! I remember he taught me how to float on

my back. He held me in the water, and he was SO nice. I was so nervous but,

I mean - he was totally supportive and sweet."

I answer, "Yes, He's so kind - I really like him."

Kim then added, "You're so lucky!"

I kicked off my shoes and lay down on my back. The room was warm and lit

with just the bedside lamp. There was a wonderful pale orange glow.

Just being next to Kim was magical, and I was totally thrilled that I could

FINALLY tell her everything.

I said, "It was wonderful."

And then Kim spoke in her little baby voice, "I'm so jealous - you know how

bad I want this too."

I giggled.

Kim had this amazing cute little voice, she did it sometimes to be funny,

or when we would talk late at night. It was super sweet, and now that I

think about it - I never heard her do that little voice around anyone but

me.

"C'mon Kim, please don't worry about it - I mean, if it can happen for me,

I know it'll happen for you too."

Kim did the baby voice again, right in close to my ear, "Angela -

Pleeeeeeease, tell me everything!"

I started right at the beginning. I explained how, just the other day, the

guys on the bus told a joke, kind of a mean joke with me right there. It

was sexist and just so awful - especially within our church group. And the

punch line was about how loud the girl was when she had her orgasm. I hated

it, and it made me upset. I was the only girl on our trip, and I know they

did it on purpose, just to be mean.

And Timmy was right there, and he could tell, and he was upset too - upset

for me, because of me...

I walked away to some empty seats in the back, it seemed so stupid but I

was really upset.

And Timmy followed me, and asked what was wrong, and I told him it was the

joke, the whole thing - that it bothered me.

I could tell he felt bad, and I was so upset, or nervous, or something,

that I had to walk away, and Timmy stayed with me. He was very attentive,

but I was so upset, I told him that we could try and talk soon.

Timmy said he would talk to me later, he said he would find me after

dinner, at the hotel.

I really wanted - I NEEDED - to talk. I've known Timmy for a long time, and

I know how he is - I mean, he's a really good listener.

Well, after dinner I waited in the lobby, and I even checked the bus in the

parking lot. And I couldn't find him.

I was anxious and disappointed. Where was Timmy? I finally felt like I was

waiting too long, and then I went up to the hotel room. And because I was

the only girl - I ended up in a room all by myself.

Why was I so upset? I tried to explain this to Kim, and I don't know if I

really made it clear to her - it was so confusing to me.

Something was just so frustrating - I don't know - So desperate. I paced

the room, and I even cried a little. I took a shower, and remember looking

at myself in the mirror when I was drying off. I was so unsettled and

fragile, and seeing myself naked just made it all worse.

Kim interrupted, "Angela I know, I feel like that too."

Well, I heard a quiet tapping on the door, and it was Timmy, I quickly let

him into my room.

Kim interrupted, "Angela - this is so exciting, I mean, a boy in your hotel

room - please go on - and don't leave out ANY little detail!"

I said I was going to tell her EVERYTHING, and I kept talking.

Kim knows about our church group, how rigid it is, and how it has a lot of

rules.

And - most of all - It was strictly forbidden to have any guy or girl in

the rooms together, but - I just HAD to talk to Timmy.

Kim interrupted and said, "And Timmy, he's SO nice."

I tried to explain that Timmy was nervous about being in the room, I mean -

the teachers were so strict. But he stated that he was so sorry about the

situation from that afternoon - and at the same time he was genuinely

worried about me.

I sat on one bed, and he sat on the other bed facing me, and I tried to

tell him I needed to talks and why I was upset. But it came out all

confusing and I just babbled.

I was unclear and I could tell he didn't understand.

Then he interrupted me, and said, "Angela, is there anything I can do to

help?"

And - I don't know why, but I just broke down and cried.

At first I could tell Timmy was surprised, but he immediately sat next to

me, on the same bed, and hugged me, and I cried on into his shirt. I was so

embarrassed and upset, but it felt so good to have him there.

Timmy whispered, "It's okay, tell me - please."

And I knew that I had to be honest - I absolutely had to tell him.

"That joke, I mean the thing about the woman moaning and having an orgasm -

there was something so mean about it..."

Timmy said, "Angela, I'm so sorry..."

"No - Timmy, it wasn't you. But, the thing was - I guess the thing just

seemed shameful - I was - I was - I..."

"It's okay..."

"You don't know what it's like - I've tried so hard - SO HARD - and - I

can't - I just can't..."

And I trailed off, unable to finish.

Timmy calmly said, "You can say it - it's okay..."

"Oh god, the punch line in that mean joke was about a lady's orgasm - but I

- but I - I can't have one..."

Timmy held me tight and whispered, "Oh Angela, please don't be upset -

please..."

"You don't understand - I can't!"

Timmy replied in that nice way of his, "I'm sure you can."

"But - but, you don't understand..."

"Shhhh..." Timmy interrupted me. "Angela, I'm sure you can - you're still

so young..."

"But Timmy..." I interrupted.

He went on, "I don't think you should worry - really, it'll happen, I'm

sure..."

"Something is wrong with me..."

"C'mon Angela, I'm certain nothing is wrong."

"Timmy - please, it's so awkward for me to talk like this..."

"I understand, but if I can help, please just tell me."

"But I - I mean - Timmy, are you sure?"

"Angela, if I can help in ANY way, please just tell me."

I was so happy to hear him say that, it kind of made me gasp.

"Please," he repeated.

I stammered, "But - But, it's just too..."

He gently kissed me on the forehead, and quietly whispered, "Oh Angela -

Please..."

His gesture was so gently and so honest that I was suddenly peaceful and

calm.

I collected my thoughts, and tried to tell him, I said, "Timmy, this is so

private - I mean, the reason I'm so upset - its - it's just so personal."

"But Angela, if you're upset, then it's real - there's something REAL

that's upsetting for you."

"It's just TOO personal, I can't just explain what it is..."

He paused and gently said, "You can explain it to me."

Then I tried to tell him, but I was scared to REALLY tell him. I used words

like "alone" and "touching" instead of just saying masturbate.

I talked in circles and didn't really say anything. I could tell he was

trying to follow - but it just wasn't working.

Finally I said, "Timmy - I don't know if I can explain this..."

Timmy thought, and then said, "Angela - this may seem like too much, but I

am going to ask you something - I really feel like I should ask - don't be

angry with me, Okay?"

There was something so soothing about his voice and his gentle manner, I

felt like I was melting.

"Don't worry - please, ask me..."

And then, very slowly he said, "Angela - maybe it would help if you showed

me what you are trying to say."

Instantly, everything changed within me.

When Kim heard me say this she literally gasped with excitement.

Maybe I should have been shocked, and some logical part of me "thought" I

should be - but, honestly I wasn't. His words just calmed me down.

Kim interrupted and said, "What do you mean?"

I tried to explain this to Kim, and she was listening so intently. Some

part of me wanted to tell him NO, but for some reason - it just sounded so

perfect.

Kim asked, "Oh god, what did you do?"

I sat for a long time and thought to myself, but I knew - in my heart -

what I truly wanted.

All I could do was sit quietly for a minute.

Then in a very matter-of-fact way I told him, "Timmy, I just cried on your

shoulder - and this whole thing is because of my inability to have an

orgasm, you understand what I am saying, right?"

"I understand."

"And now you say you want to help?

Timmy gently took my hand in his, and looked me right in the eye and said,

"I want to help."

Then I took a deep breath, and as calmly as I could - I said to him, "I'm

going to show you what I do, when I am alone, I am going to show you what

feels good, do you understand what I am saying?"

And he squeezed my hand, and answered, "Yes, I understand, please - I want

to help."

Kim interrupted and said, "Timmy really said that? Just like that?"

I told her yes, and I continued telling her what happened.

At that moment, a perfectly magical peace descended on me. I felt tranquil

in a way that is beyond words.

I was sitting there - right next to him - on that big hotel bed.

It was like somebody just threw a switch that said YES.

I got undressed, I took EVERYTHING off and just dropped it off the bed and

let it fall to the floor.

Kim immediately responded, "Oh my god - Angela - are you serious?"

And I said yes, it was so wonderful - I wasn't ashamed or embarrassed or

nervous.

Kim gasped, "Go on - PLEASE!"

Then - I calmly lie down on the bed next to Timmy, and spread my legs and

explained how I felt. I mean I carefully told him exactly what felt good

and what I did.

Kim interrupted and said, "Oh my god, Angela! You did that?"

"Yes, it was so effortless."

Kim went on, "You were totally naked, with Timmy right there on the bed

next to you?" She sounded so exhilarated.

I said, "Yes, I told Timmy to sit in front of me - right between my

knees..."

"Really?" Kim gasped.

"Yes - I know it sounds so crazy - But I asked him to sit there, so he

could see me as I touched my vagina. I told him that I needed him to see

this, that it was important to me..."

Kim interrupted and said, "Angela, what were you - I mean, what was this

like? What were you thinking?"

"Oh my god - Kim, I was on fire, I was so turned-on that it's hard to even

try to explain."

Kim asked, "What did you do?"

"I wanted Timmy to see, I wanted him to see what it looked like when I

started to get wet."

Kim begged, "Go on - Keep talking...."

I tried to let her know how really gracious Timmy was, how he was really

attentive to everything I asked of him.

Then Timmy asked, "Angela - what can I do?"

And I told him.

Kim asked, "What did you say? What happened?"

"He was wonderful."

Kim asked, "Oh god, what did Timmy do?"

"He did whatever I asked him to do - Really..."

Kim asked, "But - I mean, wasn't he - I don't know, like turned-on or

something?"

I replied, "Oh my god YES! He was totally excited, it was so

wonderful. But, it was like he was SO concerned and eager to help me - It

was like he was hypnotized or something."

"What do you mean hypnotized?"

"It was so incredible, he would do EXACTLY what I asked him to do, it was

really - I don't know, empowering for me."

Then, I explained to Kim what happened next.

I guess it was kind of a blur, I mean - Timmy was so intent on helping, It

was really clear to him - to both of us - that the goal of all of this, the

only purpose was for me to climax - to finally have a real orgasm.

Kim interrupted and said, "You are so lucky! I want that so bad, I wanna

have someone like Timmy!"

I smiled and told Kim how obedient Timmy was, and how it was really helpful

for me. He was just so encouraging with everything.

I explained as much as I could, and Kim would ask questions before I could

finish an answer, she would ask another.