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Donna gets adventurous pt2

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Donna woke to the sound of keys in the door. The time glowed from her alarm clock: 2:16 a.m. Light from the hallway spilled into the room when the door swung open. "Come on in," she heard Zara say.

Donna's heart thudded heavily as she realized what Zara was doing. It had been a week since their conversation in the cafeteria. If Zara had had any assignations—and Donna had no doubt about that—she'd had them elsewhere. But she'd given Donna fair warning, standing by the door in a pair of painted on jeans and a low cut red top, "I'm planning to bring someone back to the room tonight. You know. Just FYI."

And then she was out the door.

Donna had studied for a while, then attended a basketball game in the arena. When she'd returned, the room was dark and empty. She'd considered going out again. But she was tired and Zara might not be back for hours yet. Besides, it was her room too and if she were honest with herself, the thought of spying on Zara and a lover was intensely exciting. So much so that she'd lain awake for what seemed hours, replaying the memory of Zara and Bob fucking just a few feet away. But eventually she'd slept.

Now she was awake again. She lowered her head, shifting to lie on her side facing Zara's side of the room. The room darkened. Donna heard Zara lock the door. The faint smack of kisses filled the silence. Donna swallowed heavily, aroused and alarmed by what Zara was doing.

By what they were both doing.

Last time it had been an accident. Tonight Donna was complicit. She knew why Zara had brought a boy to the room. She wanted to be seen having sex. And Donna, god forgive her, wanted to watch. Just the thought of what she was about to witness excited her. She forced herself to breath slowly and quietly, to keep her eyes closed.

She tracked Donna's progress with her ears. She heard Donna and her lover kiss again. Heard a male voice ask, "How about some light? I like to see who I'm doing." He spoke in a normal tone of voice.

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"Sorry," Zara said. She spoke quietly. "My roommate's asleep."

"What?"

"Don't worry. She's practically deaf, but if we turn on a light she'll wake up."

"I don't know about this." He sounded uncertain but Donna had no doubt Zara could convince him.

They were silent. Donna risked a peek at them. Zara was on her toes, arms around him as she kissed him again, very thoroughly. "Where else are we gonna go?" she asked when they came up for air. "We can't use your room and she'll sleep through it."

"You're sure about this?"

"Yes. I'm sure I want you." Her lover gasped in surprise, then made a faint sound of pleasure. Donna was pretty sure Zara was stroking the front of his jean. "And I'm pretty sure you want me too."

The two of them crept toward Zara's bed. Donna closed her eyes again, feigning sleep. She kept her eyes closed through the sound of zippers, of fabric sliding against skin, and the clink of a belt buckle hitting the floor. Zara's bed creaked.

Donna dared a quick glimpse. The boy sat on the edge of the bed, with Zara kneeling in front of him. He groaned softly. "Oh god, Zara...." He leaned back on his elbow, head lolling, eyes closed and mouth slack. "Oh fuck."

Zara's head bobbed slowly as she blew him. Donna wished she had a better point of view. It wasn't nearly as exciting as seeing her give Bob oral sex. Not that it wasn't still thrilling. But she looked forward to seeing them fuck, to hearing the sounds of pleasure they made, and watching them come.

Donna glanced at the boy's face frequently, checking that his eyes were still closed. He probably couldn't see her even if they weren't, but his vision would adapt to the dark eventually. But for now, she watched openly. She felt deliciously naughty and the feeling only heightened her arousal. Her skin felt too tight, sensitized beyond endurance. Heat gathered between her legs, drawing her fingertips.

She slipped a hand into her panties. She was wet, her labia swelling and parting, more aroused now than she'd ever been when having sex. The thought shocked her. Perhaps guilt and shame and inexperience weren't all there was to it; maybe Mark wasn't much of a lover. Maybe he'd been as inexperienced, guilty and furtive as she herself.

Zara was none of those things. She was confident, sexy, gorgeous. She straightened up, the blow job at an end. Donna closed her eyes and forced herself to relax into the pillow again. She heard Zara's bed creak again, and the mingled sighs of Zara and her lover.

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Donna peeped through slitted lids. Zara knelt on the bed now, clasping her lover close as she sat on his lap. She rose slightly, then lowered herself with a groan of pleasure. Then again, a little higher this time, before impaling herself on her lover's cock. She was fucking him!

Donna had never even considered such a thing. She thought she'd seen Dana exhaust all the possibilities with Bobby. Not so! She rode her new lover faster now, rising and falling like a rider on a horse. But no horseback ride ever gave anyone such pleasure.

Zara's building excitement revealed itself in the way she groaned and panted. She grew louder, the sounds coming faster. Dana watched avidly, her hand between her legs now, stroking herself in time with Zara's movements, aware of Zoe reaching a crescendo, excited by the knowledge and slightly embarrassed that she knew what to expect.

Zara bounced rapidly on her lover's cock, with such speed and force that it looked uncomfortable and fraught with danger. Twice she rose high enough that his cock came free. Each time, Zara grabbed it firmly and impaled herself again. She regained her rhythm, riding harder and faster, groaning and panting until she stopped abruptly. Zara shuddered, her hands clasping her lover's face, shoulders hunched and head bowed. Her ragged groan of pleasure filled the silence.

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She drew a shaky breath and laughed softly. "Oh my god," Zara murmured.

"Liked that, did you?"

"It was lovely." Zara's voice was muffled. She lay with her face pressed against his chest.

I sure did, Donna thought. She'd stopped masturbating when Zara reached her climax, still well short of her own, frustrated—but afraid to draw attention to herself even under her covers. Surely they'd see or hear something now that they were no longer concentrating on one another.

Without another word, Zara's lover wrapped his arms around her, one hand spread to support her ass. In a surprising—and arousing—show of strength, he stood, turned, and then lowered Zara onto her back on the bed. All without letting his cock slip out of her. Donna marveled, realizing that she'd underestimated them, and briefly imagined what it would feel like to be in Zara's place.

He began to fuck Zara hard and fast. "Oh Jesus," Zara cried. "Yes!"

They coupled furiously, him driving his cock into Zara's pussy with deep, rapid thrusts. Zara raised and spread her legs, eager for more. She continued to cup his face in her hands, gazing into his eyes. Donns could see the glimmer of sweat on his face even in the dark, evidence of just how hard he was working.

Donna picked up where she'd left off, fingertips gliding across the swollen, slippery lips of her pussy before easing inside. She fucked herself slowly, one thrust for every three of his while her thumb teased at her clit. It was all too much. The sight of Zara fucking only a few feet away, the liquid squelch and the slap of flesh against flesh, the smell of sex—and god, when had she learned to recognize that?—and the slippery friction of her fingers within and her thumb on her clit excited her more than she could say.

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"Who else is hoping that Donna and Zara get together "

It’s crossed my mind a few times

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Zara cried out, trembling all over, as she came again, adding to Donna's excitement. Zara thrashed, impaled on Danny's cock, all control of her body lost in those moments of absolute ecstasy. An instant later Danny drove himself into Zoe in a final, convulsive thrust. He went still, arms stiff, body arched and head thrown back, mouth open in a long, low groan of wordless bliss. It was by far the sexiest sight Donna had ever witnessed: a handsome young man in the throes of orgasm, helpless and vulnerable.

The sight of Dannys experiencing such pleasure while nearly close enough to touch drove Donna over the edge. A final caress of her clit sent a firestorm of pleasure roaring through her body, burning away her control of her body. She quivered beneath her bedding, unable to remain still despite the risk of discovery. She retained the presence of mind to bite her pillow, stifling the wail of pleasure that rose from her breast, though not the ragged breaths she could not control.

The room fell silent then, save for heavy breathing from the three of them. Donna lay motionless, eyes closed, enjoying the aftermath of a phenomenal orgasm—and feigning sleep. She did her best to breathe deeply and silently. She wasn't entirely successful, but she felt confident that Danny couldn't hear her over his own gasping breaths, or Zara's.

Utterly relaxed and content, Donna opened her eyes and found herself staring into Danny's.

His eyes mirrored the jolt of shock Dinna felt, growing so wide that even in the dark Donna could see the whites of his eyes all around his irises. He flung himself up into a sitting position, staring at Donna. "What the fuck is this? She's awake!" Danny's voice was rough, like he wanted to shout but was trying to keep the noise down. "She was watching us!"

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Donna's good mood evaporated, washed away in the flood of adrenaline that chilled her—all except her face, which burned with acute embarrassment. In her imagination, she'd been discovered watching Zara and Danny, but in her imagination it had been exciting and arousing. It had led to all sorts of possibilities, each one more deliciously naughty than the last. But the reality was nothing like that.

She felt no excitement now, no arousal. Just humiliation. She'd been caught watching furtively, spying on them as they made love with no knowledge—on Dan's part, at least—that she was awake and peeping. She lay there unmoving despite the way she longed to throw the covers over her head, or flee the room. Anything to escape Danny's gaze.

Danny.

Danny, who continued to stare, though his gaze went from wide-eyed to narrow as his face darkened. Anger had turned to shock and surprise. Danny, sitting naked little more than an arm's length away, his deflating cock completely exposed to her. Donna glanced at it, unable to resist. Even now it was impressive, larger than Mark's at its biggest.

He noticed, and tried to casually flip a sheet over his lap but it was wadded at the foot of the bed with the comforter. He finally succeeded in covering his nakedness, but it wasn't at all smoothly done.

"Danny." Zara's voice caught Donna's attention. From her tone, it wasn't the first time she'd spoken. While Donna had stared at Danny, Zara had assumed a casual pose,

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Danny started and glanced at her. Apparently he hadn't heard her either. "What?"

"It's okay," Zara said.

"What?"

"It's okay."

Danny shook his head. "What are you talking about? She was watching us!"

Zara shrugged. "We woke her up."

"You said we wouldn't."

"I was wrong." She looked down for a moment, smiling. "We did get kinda loud."

Danny looked at Donna for a moment, then back at Zara. Anger still clouded his expression but now uncertainty diluted it. "But she was watching us."

Now Zara met Donna's gaze, silently sharing their secret. She looked at Danny again. "Wouldn't you?"

"No!"

Zara cocked her head, conveying skepticism with a look. "No? If you woke up and found your roommate fucking some very hot woman? You wouldn't watch?"

Donna watched Danny's eyes dart back and forth between them. "I no, I wouldn't."

"Liar," Zara said.

Donna caught her breath, shocked by Zara's blunt language. It wasn't totally unexpected, she'd lived with Zoe long enough by now to know that she didn't believe in mincing words. But it was something Donna could never have said, even if it were true.

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Danny met Zara's gaze, a little taken aback himself, to judge by his expression. But then he smiled wryly, his eyes dancing between Zara and Donna like he was watching a ping pong game. "Maybe," he said.

Zara didn't hesitate to press her advantage. "Maybe what? Maybe you're lying? Or maybe you'd watch your roommate fucking a hot chick?"

"Maybe I would," he said, his gaze settling on Donna. "But that doesn't mean I should."

Donna looked away, unable to meet his eyes, her face warming again. He was right. As tempting as it was to watch Zara and Danny together, she knew it wasn't right. She was just too weak to resist.

"Maybe not," Zara said. "But can you at least understand the temptation?"

He didn't answer immediately. In fact the silence stretched out long enough that Donna looked up to find Danny watching her, and Zara watching Danny. "Yeah," Danny said at last. "I guess I can."

"Good," Zara said. "Then you won't mind if she watches us again."

Danny turned his head to look at Zara. "Again?"

Zara grinned at him. "You don't think we're done, do you? I'm planning to fuck you a couple more times tonight. You're not a one-and-done kind of guy, are you? I hope not. That would be very disappointing."

"No, I'm not."

"Yeah?" Zara asked, and Donna could hear the challenge in her voice. Zara leaned in to reach beneath the sheet covering Danny's lap. "Let's just see."

"Zara!" Danny yelped and clamped a large hand on Zara's wrist.

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"What?" she demanded. She didn't continue groping, but she didn't withdraw her hand either. Danny tugged at the sheet with his free hand, obtaining a little more coverage.

Danny shook his head, unwilling or unable to say more. Donna knew the feeling. She liked Zara, but she could be pretty single-minded at times. She'd wrung a confession about voyeurism from Danny, and now she was pressing for some exhibitionism too. If Donna had had any doubt about Zara's exhibitionist tendencies, this would have dispelled them.

"Zara, stop."

All the humor had leached from Danny's voice. He wasn't looking at either of them now, and for once it wasn't only Donna blushing.

"Stop it," Donna said to her, surprising herself with the sharpness of her tone. "You're embarrassing him."

"He's not embarrassed."

"He is! And so am I!"

Zara glanced over at Donna, her smile losing a little wattage, though she continued pulling at the sheet Danny was grimly holding in place.

"Stop it!" Donna shouted, shocking herself with both the volume and the anger behind it. "Just stop!" She wanted desperately to escape the situation, for her own sake as much as Danny's.

She flung away her bed covers and leaped out of bed, all too aware that Danny could see her in nothing more than panties and a tee shirt, to snatch up the jeans folded on the chair by her desk. Loose coins spilled from a pocket, bouncing and rolling across her desk, the floor, everywhere. Anger washed over her, hot and uncontrolled.

Donna struggled to get into her jeans, fumbling with them in her haste, stepping on one pant leg and nearly falling over. "Shit!" The curse bubbled up out of the same unexpected well of anger the had her hands shaking and her breath coming in rapid, ragged gulps. She finally got the jeans on.

"Donna" Zara called, but Donna stormed out of the room, crouching once as she went to snatch up a pair of sneakers. She hated wearing shoes without socks, but she wasn't about to waste another second to grab some.

"Donna, wait!"

Donna pulled the door open and blinked as the bright lights in the hallways dazzled her. Judy and Keira stood in the hallway, staring at the door and at her. A couple of door were open, other girls peeking out.

How loud were we?

Donna stood in the doorway, torn by indecision. Close the door and avoid their curious gazes? Or escape the humiliating scene behind her?

She stepped out, drawing the door closed behind her, cutting off whatever Zara was saying. She swallowed hard, her face burning, hands shaking, doing her best not to notice the curious looks her neighbors gave her. She walked quickly down the hallway to the central atrium and the stairs leading down and out. At the foot of the stairs, she noticed that the foyer was occupied. A couple were sitting in the conversation pit on the far side of the room, snuggled up and speaking quietly. Two girls she recognized as residents of other floors were each sitting in front of a laptop, net-surfing or watching a movie.

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Donna dropped onto the corner of the huge sofa that dominated this side of the foyer. She yanked on her sneakers, grimacing at the feel of them on her bare feet. She hated that. But there was nothing for it except to suck it up.

She glanced through the foyer doors at the night. It looked cold out there. But she couldn't stay here. She bombed through the doors before she could rethink her decision.

She was right. It was cold out here. A breeze rattled the few remaining leaves on the trees for a moment, then died away. She hugged herself and strode down the walk without a destination in mind. Where could she go?

It had to be after three a.m. by now. All the restaurants and shops within walking distance would be closed. Even the bars were closed by now. And really, how could she go out anywhere anyhow? All she wore above the waist was a threadbare t-shirt she'd worn to sleep in. She could practically see through it, and even if not her nipples were visible a block away.

Donna slowed to halt. She looked around at the campus. There were light on in a fair number of dorm rooms, but most of them were dark. Even the night-owls started to fade at this time of night. She was alone out here. Everyone with sense was indoors. The breeze kicked up again, ruffling her hair and cutting through her thin t-shirt and even her jeans.

Don't be stupid, Donna told herself. It would be stupid to stay out here and catch a cold just because she was angry. And embarrassed. Humiliated. And not just at Zara. She was complicit. She wanted to blame it all on Zoe, but that wasn't true.

She'd wanted to watch them. She'd let her own lust overrule her sense of right and wrong. She'd known it was wrong to spy on Zara and her lover. Even if Zara was okay with it. Danny wasn't okay with it, and they hadn't given him a choice. They'd used Danny. They'd embarrassed and humiliated him.

Donna turned back toward the dorm. She hunched her shoulders, rubbing her bare arms with her hands. It didn't help much. She was glad to reach the door—until she tugged at it and it remained stubbornly closed.

"Son of a bitch," she muttered. It was the middle of the night. Of course the doors were locked. And her card key was tucked into her wallet, sitting on the desk by her phone. It was one thing too many. She grabbed the door handle with both hands and shook it with all her strength, rattling it in the frame.

When that didn't get any attention, she pounded on the glass with her fists. "Hey! You!" She yelled at the dark haired girl watching a movie on her laptop. "Let me in!"

The girl looked up in surprise, then put her laptop aside. She walked over to open the door, giving Donna a once-over as she did, a smirk on her face. "Forget something?"

Donna scowled, but gave her a grudging thanks all the same. The girl shrugged and turned away, showing just how little she cared about Donna's annoyance or her thanks. She flopped into her chair, picked up her laptop and resumed her movie. A glance around the room revealed that she was the only other person there.

The couple who'd occupied the conversation pit were gone. So was the girl who'd been net-surfing. Dana stepped down into the conversation pit. She looked around, assessing it. It was round, the sunken sofa encircling a brick fire place that she'd not yet seen in use. A metal chimney hung from the ceiling, wide and high enough that people on opposite sides of the pit couldn't see one another easily.

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The sofa cushions were thick and comfortable, covered with fabric instead of vinyl or leather, so they weren't cold. It was designed for sitting, so the seats weren't terribly deep, but she was small. She stretched out on her side and found it fairly comfortabl. She wished for a blanket, but there was none to be had. She grabbed one of the nearby cushions and hugged it to her breast. It was no substitute for a blanket, but it helped. A little.

Maybe she could sleep here for a couple of hours.

Donna jerked awake at the sound of her name. Only then did she realize she'd slept. She still clutched the sofa cushion. She felt exhausted, her eyes scratchy from insufficient sleep. Her hair was mussed, and she felt stiff from sleeping on the sofa, which wasn't as comfortable as she'd first thought.

She looked around. Early morning sunlight filled the foyer. The only other person in the room was Zara, who stood outside the pit, towering over her from that position. It was Zara who'd called her name. Donna turned away, slumping onto the sofa again and closing her eyes, wishing she could drift off to sleep again. The last thing she wanted was a confrontation with Zara. "Go away, Zara.

"Come back to the room, Donna," Zoe said. "Please."

Donna's shoulders rose as anxiety filled her, knotting her stomach. She really didn't want this confrontation right now. She kept her eyes closed though she knew she wasn't going to be able to sleep. "Go away, Zara," she said again.

"I am," Zara said. "You can have the room. I won't be back until—later."

Donna opened one eye. She had to twist her neck to see Zara above her. She was dressed to go out, wearing a hoodie and carrying her backpack. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. You don't have to stay out here."

Donna shifted awkwardly onto her back so she could see Zara more easily. "Danny's gone?"

Zara nodded. "He left right after you did."

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Donna hadn't expected that. "He did?" She hadn't seen him, but he might have gone out another door or she might just have missed him in the dark and in her funk.

Zara nodded again.

"Gonna see him again?" The question answered itself, really. Of course she was.

Zara shook her head, remaining silent.

"No?"

"No." Zara's voice caught on the word. Donna looked closer. Zara's eyes were red-rimmed and her nose was red as well. She'd been crying. Probably 'cause she didn't get fucked all night like she'd planned, Donna thought.

The cruelty in that thought shocked Donna. How could she think such a thing? What did it say about her that she could think something so uncharitable about her friend?

As if she could hear Donna's thoughts, Zara's hand leaped up to cover her mouth, just too late to stifle a sob. She closed her eyes, but only succeeded in squeezing out tears. She turned away to walk toward the door. Donna gaped, shocked and ashamed. It took a moment to find her voice. "Zara, wait!"

Zara didn't hear or ignored her. She dropped the hand covering her mouth, sniffed once loudly, and squared her shoulders. She paused at the door to wipe her eyes.

Donna flung the cushion aside and scrambled to her feet. She stood on the sofa and jumped up to the floor. She lunged and caught Zara's shoulder as she reached for the door. Her touch surprised Zara. She flinched and her head whipped around to stare at Donna.

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She looked miserable. Her eyes were puffy and red-rimmed, and tear tracks were visible on her cheeks. Her nose was red, and she sniffled frequently. She looked alarmed, as if she expected Donna to lash out at her.

Donna felt the desire to do it. She wanted to yell at Zara, and hurl accusations at her. But she couldn't. Everything that had happened last night was as much her fault as Zara's. As much as she wanted to blame Zara for it, she couldn't.

She wanted to say that. The words were on the tip of her tongue. But she couldn't. It was too raw, too close to truths she didn't want to acknowledge. She settled for tugging gently at Zara's wrist and inclining her head toward the stairs. "C'mon," she whispered. "Let's go back."

Donna led Zara back to their room. Zara was strangely compliant, going where Donna led and doing what she was told without question. Without speaking at all. It was unsettling. Donna felt sorry for Zara, for her obvious pain, but angry too. She found herself falling into the caretaker role when she felt just as hurt.

She settled Zara on the edge of her bed after hastily straightening it up. She boiled water in a small electric kettle her parents had given her for a going-away present, then made tea. All the while neither of them spoke. Zara just sat, motionless except her hands, which couldn't remain still. Donna leaned against her desk, too wired and anxious to sit. When the tea was ready, she poured a cup and handed it to Zara then poured one for herself and sat down opposite her.

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They sipped carefully at the hot liquid, still without speaking.

"Thank you." Zara's voice was barely audible. She stared at her teacup.

"You're welcome," Donna said.

"I'm sorry," Zara said, still focused on the teacup.

Donna nodded. "Yeah," she said. "Me too."

Zara looked up from her tea in surprise. "You?"

Donna nodded. "We did this. Both of us." She let the words hang there between them, stifling the urge to say more. To pin the blame on Zara, and absolve herself. It would be too easy to rewrite events in her mind to justify herself and demonize Zara.

"No," Zara said, shaking her head slowly, looking more distraught. "No, it was me."

"No," Donna snapped, her anger making the word sharper, louder than she'd intended. She closed her eyes and took a breath, fighting down the anger. She opened them again to find Zara watching her curiously.

"No," Donna said again. "It wasn't just you. It was both of us. I knew—" Her throat tightened up, choking off the words. She forced them out. "I knew you were gonna bring a guy home. Probably bring a guy home. I knew you'd—you'd have sex with him."

She looked away, her face afire. It was probably bright red. Her stomach was in knots, doing slow rolls. Admitting to this, even when both of them knew the truth, was hard. She forced herself to meet Zara's eyes. "I knew you'd have sex with him and I wanted to watch."

"Donna—"

Donna shook her head, silencing Zara. She had to get this out. "I knew, and I wanted tto watch. If I hadn't been there watching, he never would have caught me. He wouldn't have been so angry and so embarrassed."

Now Zara shook her head. "No, that wasn't your fault. It was me. I kept pushing. I always push. I do!"

You do, Donna thought. But she didn't say it. It might be true, but it's not like she didn't have her own sins to contemplate. Plenty of them. She had no business pointing fingers at anyone.

"He called me a whore," Zara said. She had settled back against the lounging pillow she kept on her bed, the big one with arms that Donna always called a husband. ("Why do you call it that?" Zara had asked early on. Donna had shrugged. "It's just what I've always heard them called.") She was cradling the nearly empty tea cup in both hands, staring down at it.

"He didn't."

Zara looked up. "He did." She shrugged it off. "I didn't care about that, much. But he also called me a slut." Her eyes filled and she drew a ragged breath. "Am I, Donna? Am I a slut?"

Donna stared at Zara, unable to formulate a response. Her mind whirled with possible responses—and with arguments pro and con. Was Zara a slut? Before she'd met Zara and roomed with her for the last two months, she'd have said yes. Without a question. Everything she'd been taught told her that pre-marital sex was a sin, and casual sex with multiple partners was even worse. Proper young women remained chaste until their wedding night. Only bad girls—sluts—slept around.

If Zara was a slut, then so was she. Zara wasn't doing anything Donna wouldn't have liked to do. She would have been having sex years ago if she hadn't been so thoroughly cowed by her parents, by her church, by the whole culture of her small town. She'd long ago decided that the moral arguments against pre-marital sex made no sense to her. Had that been the only thing holding her back, she'd have been doing it since she was sixteen.

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But it wasn't. Fear of eternal damnation hadn't restrained her. Fear of being caught at it had. Fear of being labeled as a "bad girl" or a "slut" by her parents, her peers, her church, and her community had. Fear of pregnancy had. Living in that small town had been like living in a fishbowl, and she'd never thought she could have sex without any or all of those awful consequences.

Zara had been raised without, or had managed to escape, all those restraints. She wanted sex (and lots of it) and wasn't embarrassed in the least to say so, or to act on that desire. If that made her a slut, then yes. But it only meant that they both were.

"No," Donna said, realizing that she'd remained silent for too long. "You're not a slut. Dan was wrong to say that, or to say—the other thing. It's not true."

"Really?" Zara's voice cracked and she looked on the verge of tears again.

"Really," Donna said. "He was just pissed off, but that doesn't excuse calling you names. Especially when those names aren't true."

Zara wiped her eyes with the heel of her palm. "Sometimes I wonder," she said.

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"You do?" Donna had no idea that Zara harbored any doubts about her behavior. She always seemed so self-assured. She said as much to Zara.

Zara's smile was low-wattage, but it was a smile all the same. She nodded. "Sometimes. Not often, but sometimes. I try not to let all that patriarchal bullshit get inside my head but it's hard, you know?"

"Yeah, I know." In truth, She'd been getting quite an education since starting college, though it was probably not the education her parents were hoping for. "I've been steeping in it since I was born. I never even thought about it. It's just how things were. Good girls didn't. Not until they were married."

"But you did," Zara said, her tone making a question of it.

Donna nodded. "And I felt terribly guilty about it. And it was about as much fun as you might imagine. Quick, furtive, and painful."

"Painful?"

Donna shrugged. "A little. Mostly it was just...uncomfortable. Unpleasant."

Zara smiled, a little brighter this time. "Let me guess, your first lover was just as inexperienced as you were."

Donna nodded. "Yeah. Mark. I was the first girl he slept with."

"Where did it happen?"

Donna couldn't believe she was sharing this with Donna. With anyone, really. "The backseat of his dad's car. " She shook off the memory of it. "I really hit all the cliches, huh?"

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Zara chuckled. "Yeah. But they're cliches for a reason." She sipped her tea. "Was that the only time?"

Donna felt her cheeks warm again. "No," she whispered. It was frightening to voice these things out loud. But exciting too. "We did it in his bed about a month later. His family was out for the evening. I was scared to death they would come home early and catch us."

"So it wasn't any better, I suspect," Zara said.

"No. It made me wonder if it was overrated." Donna met Zara's gaze. "Sex, you know?"

Zara grinned. "I know. It's not, you know. You just had some bad experiences."

Now Donna had to look away, a blush heating her face. "Yeah," she said. Her throat tightened up, making it hard to speak. "I know. I've—I've seen it."

"That doesn't mean I haven't had some disappointing experiences myself," Zara said.

That surprised Donna. She met Zara's gaze again. "Really?"

Zoe nodded. "My first time wasn't much better than yours. The difference is, I didn't expect any different. I just wanted to get that first time over with."

Donna didn't know what to say. She'd never imagined Zara being insecure or anxious or disappointed about sex. It made sense. There had to be a first time for everyone. But somehow she'd imagined Zara's first time as some magical experience full of wonder and pleasure. Everything her own first experience had not been.

Zara must have seen her thoughts in her face. "My second time was much better," she said. "Better than my first, better than yours. He was an older man. He did a much better job than the first guy."

She didn't elaborate. Donna still wasn't sure what to say. She finished her tea instead and got up. "More?"

Zara stared at her own empty cup for a moment, then held it out. "Please. I don't think I'm going to sleep for a while yet."

Donna busied herself making two fresh cups of tea. She was aware of Zara's eyes on her, watching her. She wondered what Zara was thinking, but knew Zara would speak when she was ready. She handed Zara her tea and then settled carefully on her own bed again.

"Much as we've both enjoyed this," Zara said, "I don't think you can keep getting your vicarious jollies through me. It's time you got your own jollies."

"I what do you mean?" Zara didn't want Donna watching her any longer? Donna was surprised and alarmed to realize that she didn't want to stop. She liked spying on Zara as she had sex. She liked masturbating to orgasm while she did.

Zara set her teacup aside carefully, then scooched to the edge of her bed, where she could reach out and clasp Donna's hands around her own teacup. "Don't panic," she said. "I'm not saying we can't keep playing our little game. I like it too, remember." Her eyes twinkled. "I like it a lot, actually. Knowing I'm being watched really turns me on."

She gave Donna a knowing look. "But you'd have a lot more fun if you were having sex instead of just watching. Don't you think?"

Donna cast her gaze around the room, excited and scared and aroused and unable to meet Zara's gaze for a long moment. Did she want to have sex herself? Hell, yes. Could she? Well, yes, clearly—because she had before. Not good sex, but sex all the same. But could she do it here, at college, in a room she shared with Zara, knowing that Zara would know she was having sex? When Zara would know she wanted sex?

It felt scarily intimate, this sharing such feelings with someone—anyone—else. But it was also liberating. She'd shared more with Zara in the last two months than she'd ever shared with her sisters, or her parents. Or her friends at home. She'd spent eighteen years doing her best to remain unknown, keeping her crushes, her desires, all but the most private of feelings, from everyone.

And she was tired of it. Tired of being so constrained by expectations. The expectations of her parents and teachers and neighbors. The expectations of her family and friends. They all expected her to be a good, Christian girl. Quiet, polite, obedient, modest. Religious. Chaste. She'd hated it. But she'd complied. In the fishbowl in which she'd lived, what choice had she had? Good girl or bad. Chaste

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But she'd escaped. She was living away from home, amongst people who'd never lived in that environment. Sharing a room with a girl a friend whose own life had been radically different, and who dared to think and act as she wished. Donna hadn't realized how much of that lifelong shit she'd carried with her. Too much.

"Yes," Donna whispered. She wasn't sure Zara heard her. "Yes," she repeated. "I want to have sex myself instead of just watching."

Zara smiled slyly. "Or maybe in addition," she said. "And I might want to watch you sometimes, too. Would that be all right?"

Donna felt her shocked, aroused and embarrassed response throughout her body. Trust Zara to push her a little farther still. "Yes," she said. "I think I'd like that too."

"I feel foolish," Donna said. She also felt daring for admitting as much. Sharing her feelings with Zara with anyone, really was a new behavior, and not yet a habit. It was getting easier, but it was still uncomfortable sometimes.

"Don't," Zara said. "You look good."

Donna looked in the mirror. "Really?" She and Zara were standing in front of Zara's open wardrobe, where a full length mirror hung facing them. An unrecognizable woman in make-up and wearing a scandalously thin dress stared back at her. And it wasn't just the dress. The underwear she'd bought with Zara was even thinner and wispier than the dress. She felt practically naked.

She watched Zara look her up and down in the mirror. "Yes, really. You look good. You're just used to only ever seeing yourself in jeans and a t-shirt. You'll get over it."

"I'm practically naked!"

"Yeah, that's kind of the idea. You've got a nice body. It's time you let the world see it," Zara said. She met Donna's eyes in the mirror. "You do want to get laid, don't you?"

Donna wondered if the make-up on her face would conceal her blush. "Yes."

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"Then listen to Auntie Zara. You're cute even in jeans and a t-shirt, but you're sexy when you take the time to get dressed up. We're going to a party. You want to look good for Dara, right?"

"I guess."

Zarq gave her a sharp look. Donna closed her eyes, frustrated by her own reticence. "Yes," she corrected herself. Be honest. "I want to look good for Dara."

It was supposed to be a double date. Zara would be dating Bob and Donna would be dating his roommate Dara. So far, nothing to get too alarmed about. But after the party, Zara would be going back to Bob's room with him, and Dara...might possibly come back to Donna's room. If she liked him. And if he wanted. And if she didn't chicken out at the last minute.

"And you do," Zara said. "Let's go knock his socks off."

Donna clutched a plastic cup of beer in one hand, trying not to spill it on herself or anyone else. That wasn't easy. The party was crowded. Far too many people crammed into too small a space. There was barely room enough to move. The house, a student rental she'd been told, was jammed with enough people to give the owner a conniption if he'd known.

The room was dark too. Some things didn't change between high school and college, apparently. And the desire to stumble around in the dark while partying was apparently one of those things. She didn't understand, and never had. Supposedly Zara and Bob were here somewhere, but she'd lost track of them almost immediately.

Dara turned out to be a nice looking guy. A little taller than Donna, but solid. His dark hair was cut fairly short. His eyes were brown. He had a nice smile, too. He wore jeans and a long-sleeved pullover shirt. When they first met, Donna wondered briefly what he would look like out of his clothes. That she even entertained the question shocked her initially, but she reminded herself that that was why Zara and Bob had set them up.

Now Dara shouted something. The party was loud too. They stood practically nose to nose and she still couldn't make out half of what he said. Something about classes he was taking, she thought. She smiled and pretended she could hear him over the blare of dance music and all the other party-goers shouting to make themselves heard.

This, she thought. This is why I don't go out to parties. All the excitement and terror she'd experienced anticipating her date had long since drained away. Now she was just overheated by the press of bodies, overstimulated by the blaring music and roar of conversations, and bored by it all. She didn't even drink for God's sake! Not that she had any objections to drinking—she had just never developed a taste for beer. She was only holding one because it was the only way to stop everyone around her trying to press one on her.

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Dara touched her wrist. Donna realized she'd zoned out. Not very polite of her. She scraped up a weak smile and a nod in response to Dara's words. He chuckled, the sound lost in the noise that enveloped them. He leaned in so he could speak into her ear.

"You're hating this, aren't you?"

Her first instinct was to deny it. To put on a brave face and endure for the sake of being sociable and polite. It was how she'd been raised. One of the many rules she'd absorbed over the years. One of the rules she was determined to shed.

She nodded. "Yes!" she yelled into Dara's ear. She clamped down on the immediate and powerful urge to soften her words, to temporize, justify, explain.

"You wanna get out of here? Go somewhere else?"

Donna felt the anxiety crystallize in her belly like a lump of ice. Oh god. He was going to want to go back to her room and fuck, wasn't he? She wasn't ready for that. All her fantasies about having sex with him had curdled over the last half hour. She didn't feel remotely sexy or horny. The last thing she wanted now was to be so intimate with Dara or with anyone. Or to have to beg off, to try to placate him. To hope he didn't get angry.

Dara shouted, "Wanna go to Jilly Wong's?"

Donna nodded, greatly relieved. The icy lump in her belly shrank. He was suggesting they go to one of the delis that surrounded the campus. She'd been there. It was public, it was well lit, and it was quiet. They could sit and talk, probably eat something. He wasn't expecting sex.

Not yet, anyhow. But she could worry about that later. She nodded. "Yes!"

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Dara straightened, plucked the nearly full cup of beer from her hand and handed it off to someone in the crowd. He grinned at her, took her hand, and turned to break trail toward the exit, drawing her along in his wake. Donna eagerly followed close, looking forward to her escape.

Popping through a knot of party-goers at the door into the cool night air was a relief. The noise level here was still high, but more tolerable. Dara led her down the walk to the street, where it was possible to speak to one another without shouting. He turned abruptly, and Donna bumped into him.

He smiled at her. "Is this better?"

Her first instinctive reaction was to edge back, putting a little space between them. She did, but only a little. He was a few inches taller than Donna—who wasn't?—but not especially muscular. Definitely male, but not aggressively so. She smiled at him. "Yeah, it is. Thanks."

"Not much point in staying at a party if you aren't enjoying it." He turned to stand at her side, one hand on her shoulder. "Shall we?"

Donna nodded. "Yeah."

They walked across the campus in silence. After the ass*ult of the party, Donna was content to enjoy the silence. But why was Dara so quiet? Was he regretting agreeing to the date? Did he wish he could leave? Was he just being polite in hopes of having sex with her later? Did he want to have sex with her? Maybe he was disappointed in her?

"That party was really loud, wasn't it?"

Donna looked up at him. "Yeah, it was."

"This is better."

Donna nodded.

Dara pulled her a little closer as they walked. She took that as a positive sign. They continued walking. They passed a number of other students, individuals, couples and even a group or two. She put her arm around his waist, feeling daring for doing so, and silly for feeling that way.

Jilly Wong's Deli was a small clapboard and brick building just across the street from several campus dormitories. It was one of a number of delis, pizzerias and convenience stores within easy walking distance of the student body. Donna and Dara ordered sandwiches and drinks, then found a table.

"You and Donna double date much?" Dara asked.

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