Ever I'll miss you while you're away

Chapter 1

Intro to “Her”

It had been too long since she had seen him last, even though the actual time that had past was
only about a week. He was in her thoughts daily, for a good part of the day, when she was either
thinking about how he was getting along without her, or else about the things they would do
together when at last she would finally come home. Most of the time it was the latter. After all,
sexual thoughts tend to come when they are least appreciated, perhaps in the middle of a math
lecture, or maybe in philosophy. Time when she was supposed to be thinking of what was being
taught, and not of the way his warm arms felt around her...

The college girl shivered in the cold classroom, and pulled her light denim jacket closer around
her, but to no avail. She looked up at the wall clock, only fifteen more minutes, and then she
would be allowed to return to her dorm and read the stories online with a hint of lemony
freshness. It was her only way of taking her mind off him, and releasing some of her frustrations,
as she had left her previous makeshift ‘toys’ at home, thinking that if she didn’t have them, she
wouldn’t be tempted. It wasn’t working. With no way to relieve her self, the poor girl was
thinking of sex always, her body in a state of almost constant arousal. Thank goodness it was
only the second day of this particular class, and they hadn’t gotten to any actual work yet. It
would be most embarrassing to let loose a Freudian Slip and announce that the answer to the
question was penis instead of perpendicular. She chuckled inwardly, and filed that particular
quote away for future use in conversation.

At long last, the class was over, and everybody shuffled out of the class, talking about how lame
the class was, and how they really should switch to a more difficult one. A loud gurgling sound
erupted from out of nowhere. She half jumped, and realized it was her stomach. Time to get
something to eat...She thought. After all, it was already 6:15, and she hadn’t eaten anything since
yesterday’s dinner. She fumbled around her pants pockets as she walked across the small
campus, looking for her meal card before she realized that it was in her jacket pocket. She smiled
at her own mistake, and headed up the stairs to the cafeteria.

“How are you today?” the cashier asked her, as she handed him her card, and swiped it through
the register.

“Not bad. Yourself?”

“I’m good... No, wait, I’m not gonna lie, I’m bored out my mind”

She smiled apologetically at him. “That’s no fun, but I guess it happens...” She took the card
from him, and went to get herself a tray.

“Let’s see, let’s see... What to eat...” She looked over at the buffet and walked around the
perimeter style table, grabbing a bowl of pineapple, a salad, and some ziti before heading over to
the tables.

It was particularly crowded today, and she had to weave in and out of clusters of college students
before finding an empty table. It was a decent size, enough to fit about eight people around it, so
she wasn’t surprised when a group of people plopped down on some of the other seats,
continuing their conversation about physics that went way over her head. The girl gave them a
sideway’s glance and continued eating her dinner. After eating about three quarters of it, she
started to feel full, but told herself she had better eat what was in front of her, because if she got
hungry later, she was likely to eat junk, and gain the infamous freshman fifteen. As if she needed
it. She glanced down at her tummy, and poked at it. It wasn’t that she was fat, per se, but she did
have a ‘feminine’ tummy, that protruded slightly, no matter how many crunches she did, or how
many people she was able to toss over her at the dojo. At last, she finished her dinner, the only
meal she’d had that day, and headed back to her dorm. She usually spent most of her time there,
on the computer, knowing it was bad for her, and that she should be outside taking a walk but it
didn’t matter. All day during class she’d been wanting to finish reading the riveting story she
started online.

She hopped on the elevator, and took it up to the fifth floor. Her room was just down this
hallway, and she quickly unlocked the door, and threw her stuff on her bed. Luckily the
roommate was in class right now and she didn’t have to worry about her reading what was on the
screen, since her computer was right in front of the door - the only place they’d managed to fit it
since their room was one of the smallest on campus. Turning on the computer, she flipped
through the day’s assignment, skimming through the chapter and giving it a brief rundown before
tossing it aside on the bed. Now that her computer was ready, she could find out what happened
and get that out of the way. Then she could concentrate on her first actual assignment of the year.

Typing in the address of the site, she waited patiently for it to load, and the page finally arrived.
She found the story, and finished the last six chapters, feeling her panties grow damp from the
erotic scenes that she was reading. She fidgeted around in her chair, trying to ease the pressure on
her throbbing sex organ, but it wasn’t working. She heard his voice in her head, moaning in
pleasure, and a fresh wave of arousal washed over her. She closed the window of her computer,
and lay down on her bed, longing to hear him like that again. She played that particular moan in
her head over and over again, as she recalled exactly where it came from.

That’s right... It was from one of the nights they had participated in phone sex. Not necessarily
the first time they’d ever done it, but the first time he’d asked her to take out her ‘friend’ while
they did it, and pleasure herself so that she could come when he did. A shiver ran down her back
when she thought of it to this day. Although she was 18, she did not yet have her driver’s licence,
and therefore could not just waltz into the adult store and buy herself a vibrator like other girls
her age could, nor could she go online and order one, as she did not yet have a credit card, and
the last thing she wanted to show up on her statement was that she had ordered one so her parents
could find out if they decided to open her mail. But it didn’t matter. She was a resourceful girl
who had her first orgasm at 14 to her electric toothbrush, and that was what she had used up until
the day before she left for college, when she had stupidly thrown it out. She pushed that thought
out of her head angrily, and tried to remember the original subject.

Ah yes... that’s right... That wonderful sound. The phone sex was wonderful that night, and he
had come before he meant to, but yet, he insisted that she pleasure herself over the phone, while
he dictated to her what he would do to her. Eventually he got so caught up in the sounds of
pleasure that she was making, that he forgot to keep talking and the sweetest sound of orgasmic
pleasure tore from his throat as he came to her voice, and the buzzing of her toy. She herself
came soon after that.

A rush of warmth in her southern regions reminded her how turned on she was, and how there
was nothing she could do about it. She had tried manual before, but after four years of using the
electric toothbrush, she just couldn’t do it. Her icy cold fingers didn’t help either. She looked at
her fingers, and examined them for a moment. They were cold, as always, even though the dorm
room was very warm, and she pressed them against her long neck in an attempt warm them.
Well, she always thought she had a long(ish) neck. In reality, nothing about her was truly long.
She was a very tiny person. She stood at a mere 4\'11, her genetic makeup cruelly teasing her just
under an even 5. Even her hair was fairly short, at least by her standards. It just brushed past her
shoulder, when at this time last year, it had been down by her butt. A near drowning experience
sealed the deal with the barber’s scissors.

She sighed, and looked at the clock. 10:17. She needed to get to bed. Class was tomorrow, and
then the long weekend.

A/N: Not too much smut in this particuar chapter, as this is my first ever lemon, and I’m writing
it with my roomie in the room. Anyway, I always love suggestions, because that’s why I’m
writing this in the first place. When we finally meet “him” in the next chapter, there will be much
sex and plot. For now there will be bed for me.