Lost and Found

“Your janky-ass computer is fucking up again, Nick!” Desiree complained through gritted teeth as she tried in vein to finish posting a chapter of her story ‘Misplaced and Discovered’ on Adult Fan Fiction. Nichole was lounging in her bed, flipping through channels and shrugged her shoulder’s at Des. “Sorry.”

Out of nowhere ‘Diary’ by Alicia Keys began playing and both girls groaned at the ring tone, knowing who it was before Nichole even looked at the phone.

“Hey, babe” Nichole spoke into the receiver and a high pitched voice could be heard on the other end. Nichole crawled out of bed and headed for the door, knowing Angela’s incessant talking annoyed Desiree. She figured she would sit in the lounge at the end of the hall and opened the door to leave. She almost ran straight into Issac, who had his hand up, ready to knock.

He stood, looking slightly down at her tall frame and then glanced over at Des, who was still facing the computer and had her back turned to them. Issac put his finger up to his lips, signaling for Nichole to not say anything. She nodded, creeping past him, phone still to her ear. Issac walked into the girls’ room and closed the door behind him.

He moved quietly across the room and sat on what he figured was Des’s bed. He watched as she typed and groaned at the computer. She stopped to stretch and Issac could see where her small black tee was riding up, dangerously close to her breast. He bit down on his lower lip, fiercely trying to fight a groan, but to no avail. A small whimper passed his lips and Desiree jerked around, startled to see him.

“God, Issac! When did you come in?” she asked a little nervously.
“When your roommate was leaving.” he replied, a small smile on his lips. Desiree’s eyes narrowed as she made a mental note to ring Nichole’s neck later.
“What’s this?” he asked suddenly standing and walking over to where she sat.
“Oh just a story I’m working on.” she confessed, seeing his sudden interest in what was on the screen. He leaned down, grabbing the mouse and scrolling downward. That’s when he noticed how close they were and he couldn’t help but look down at the young girl’s breast.

Her nipple’s were straining against the shirt and Issac secretly hopped it was him that had gotten her aroused. Desiree also noticed their closeness and felt herself flush, if that was even possible for someone with her honey brown complexion. Issac forced his eyes away from her breast and back to the computer screen, seeing a few blinking bars at the bottom of the screen.

“What’s this?’ he half asked, clicking open one of Desiree’s messenger windows. By the time she knew what was going on, it was too late. He was reading her messages.....out loud. “I’d love to eat your pussy for you...*scoll*....that sounds good. I’m so horny right now....*scroll*....me too baby, I just want to take my cock and....”

“Stop!” Des almost screamed and doing the only thing she could think of to the end the reading, clicked her monitor off.
“Wow, that was interesting. Is it part of your story?” Issac asked, his accent mocking her. She couldn’t bring herself to anser him, nor could she lift her head. She was so embarrassed. ‘Now he thinks I’m some freak’ she cried in her head.

“What’s wrong, Dessy?” Issac asked softly, squatting down next to her. Her head was still bowed and in her hands. He knew he had embarrassed her and he half regretted opening the messages. But he couldn’t help the surge of jealousy that washed over him when he saw the erotic id names blinking at the bottom of her screen. She was already taken so he had no right to be jealous, right?

“I like looking at porno.” Issac heard himself blurt out, trying to find some way to make things better. A small giggle escaped from the hands and Issac smiled.
“Come on. Put that story up and lets get some ice cream or something.” Desiree finally lifted her head. She looked at him, frowning a little.

“It’s after 9:00.” she stated.
“So....” he replied blandly. Desiree wasn’t used to making spur of the moment, late night decisions. Come to think of it, she wasn’t used to making any spur of the moment decisions. Issac began to smile as Desiree continued to look at him, bewildered. Her stare became incredulous when she saw the smile form into a broad grin.

“Let’s go.” He said, pulling her from her seat. He lead her to the door before she began protesting.
“Wait. My clothes.” Issac turned to look at what she had on, which was the black tee and a pair of extra big gray sweat pants topped off with the staple of the college wardrobe, flip-flops. Issac thought she looked rather sexy in her get up, but her face showed that she thought different.

“Come on. Loosen up, be a little more spontaneous.” Spontaneous. The word had always made Desiree nervous. But those two summers with Issac...hadn’t she been spontaneous? She gently chewed her bottom lip and tried to think of any consequences that leaving at that moment would bring. Issac knew what she was doing and without warning, dragged her out the door, leaving her no time to think. He dashed to the elevators and pushed the down button.

“Issac, stop playing and let me go back to the room.” Desiree tried.
“How about....No” Issac said, hearing the elevator ding.
“Nichole!” Desiree tried once more. “Help!” This was her best friend and roommate. Surly she would step up as her ally.
“Have fun!” she heard the girl yell from the lounge around the corner. Des stared wide eyed at her friend’s betrayal. She wasn’t left too long to stare as she felt herself being dragged into the elevator.

Desiree had to admit. This ice cream run had turned out to be a good thing. He and Issac sat on a street curb and happily ate their ice cream, talking about random things.

“Okay. I have to know.” Issac’s curiosity had finally gotten the better of him. “What was up with those messages? So you do that all the time?” Desiree felt her cheeks get warm but decided to be strong and stand up to his question.
“Yeah.” she answered bluntly.
“Why?” Issac continued the one word bantering. Des took another lick of her cone.
“I don’t know. It makes me feel good.” she answered truthfully.
“A dildo can make you feel good.” Issac sputtered through a mouth full of ice cream. “Why do you talk to those sleezy guys?”

Desiree was beginning to feel a little defensive of his prying. “They are not all sleezy. Sometimes I have really nice, intelligent conversations with them.” Issac shook his head and rolled his eyes at that comment and shoveled more ice cream into his mouth.

“Some of these guys talk about ‘I’m so old. I’m 40.’ or ‘My wife and kids hate me.’ And they just want to be told that a 19 year old would fuck them, if given the chance. They never ask to meet me, they just want an ego boost. And maybe I do too. It makes them feel good. Maybe the thought of helping them is what it’s about. Maybe because Curtis doesn’t say or do the kind of things these guys say they want to do to me. Or maybe it’s because I just want to be told how attractive I am without having to ask all the time. I don’t know why I do it.” Desiree was hot all over and almost inhaled her slightly melting cone in an effort to cool down.

Issac just sat there, looking at his cup of ice cream. What she had said made some sense, now that he thought about it. And be it all a little sick, he could understand what she was saying. The need to feel needed is what drives her, and for a few hours her routine, bottled up persona is forgotten. Issac looked back at Desiree, who was staring off at nothing in particular. ‘Why doesn’t he tell her how beautiful she is all the time?’ Issac wondered, looking at her soft round face, pouty lips, and thick eye lashes.

He snaked his arm around her shoulder and she turned her head to look at him. He caught full sight of her brown eyes, and stared into them, mesmerized by the violet flecks in them. Their faces were close, only inches away from each other and his mouth was so close he could feel his lips brush ever so lightly against hers when he spoke.

“I’ll make sure I tell you how utterly gorgeous you are, every time I get the chance.” The words made Desiree melt and move closer to him. He was dying to taste her and couldn’t wait any longer. A muffled ringing interrupted the two and the ringing continued for a minute before either one realized it was Desiree’s phone. “Hel...Hello?” she stuttered into the phone, still catching her breath. “Hi sweetheart.” came the voice on the other end. “I miss you.”