From the side of the neighbor's bed, there was another scuffle, soon transformed into the rhythmic creak of the mattress and the rhythmic flow of muffled moans of Megan. In the dark, Mandy saw a shapeless stain swaying rhythmically against the opposite wall.

Mandy wanted to scream from anguish. She had just masturbated for Alex - a shit, a monster who chased her in high school, which she hated and despised, who was the embodiment of everything disgusting in the world. U did not squeeze her throat again so that the girl could not breathe.

From all that I have done this evening, this is absolutely the worst! She thought lost.

If it were someone else, she would not be so disgusting and offensive. Only not him!

She still quietly cried, and then exhausted nervous system and alcohol gave her a dream under the rhythmic creak of the bed of the neighbor making love ...

***

Mandy woke up with a feeling of wild thirst and a heavy head. When she opened her eyes, the room shook unpleasantly and nausea rose in her throat, it seems that she had not yet fully sobered. The girl kicked the blanket with her foot and wanted to get up.

... I'm naked!

She glanced at the bed next door, which was empty and neatly tucked. It seems that Megan has already left for classes or never came. Her head just broke and Mandy was glad that the neighbor did not see her in such a terrible state.

The clock on the nightstand showed 10–42, a biology lesson that began at 11–00, she definitely missed. The girl with a tone of bed, trying to remember the events of yesterday evening. She went to LoRider ... told. David about his intimate photos. Her heart pounded faster when she remembered her own plan, which brought into action. Mandy could not remember the details ... only what the camera gave the guy.

... I can not believe that decided on it!

She straightened up and rubbed her forehead in anticipation of a skull-rending pain, but oddly enough it wasn’t. But some splinter sat down in a retarded consciousness, which is something bad, unpleasant.

- Your mother! She sighed with feeling, seeing her own reflection in the mirror.

Such a familiar whitish trail of dried matter covered her right cheek to the cheekbone with a spot, was visible on the eyebrows, on the eyelid and under the eye, a sloppy band crossed the bridge of the nose, hair on the temple on the right and bangs over his forehead and also silver-white. The same spots abound in both breasts.

... what the hell was I doing last night ...?

Her stomach turned cold when a crazy thought flashed through her that she had sex with David.

... Not! I remember exactly that he stayed in the club bar ... I remember a taxi ride ... it seems that Sarah was with me ... then ... Andrew ...!?

She shuddered, hugging herself.

... I fucked him, or he fucked me ...

She could not remember the details, as she did not strain the brain. Only vague memories as she lies on Andy's bed.

... I myself came to him? The last weeks have excited me too much and excited me ... and his room is so conveniently located. Oh, God, I came to him drunk disinhibited and surrendered to him?

Mandy was so bad right now that the news that she was making love with her neighbor did not arouse any response in her soul. She wanted to drink to horror, drink water, hoping that she would dissipate the stupid drift of shame that settled somewhere in the chest. Yesterday night was remembered in scattered pieces, fragmentary and something that darkened her something very disgusting. She felt a surge of shame, remembering that she had been kissing Sarah, but she was not at all sure that this had actually happened, and was not the fruit of fantasies that terrorize her lately.

The girl threw a colorful silk bathrobe to her knees and hurried into the shower ...

***

She met Sarah at lunch, but her friend completely behaved quite naturally, only occasionally looking sympathetically at the girl lazily picking a salad without any appetite. Mandy decided that the story with a kiss was a dream for her.

Previously, Mandy sometimes found herself thinking that she looked at girls and women with appreciation. And recently it has become more frequent. Now it seemed to her that the day did not pass, that she would not think about the familiar girls in a new, unusual light. This often filled her fantasies and dreams. Most of the dreams revolved around Megan and Sarah, but often included other familiar girls.

Maybe I'm a bisexual? - thought Mandy, catching another sympathetic look girlfriend.

This question unexpectedly captured all of her thoughts and disturbed her hangover mind for the rest of the day. She began to feel shy and awkward when she casually glanced around at the girls in her chemistry class during laboratory work. Mandy entrusted her suddenly discovered passion for exhibitionism to Sarah almost without thinking, but decided to keep her incomprehensible bisexual curiosity secret at least for now.

***

The weekend passed quickly and surprisingly calmly. Mandy decided not to torture herself by digging in her own mind and leave everything as it is.

But on Sunday evening, when Megan went out on a date, and Mandy’s room remained in full possession, her placating calm began to evaporate. She tried to study the preparation for the exams and finish the essay on the history, but she could not concentrate on it. She sat on pins and needles, feeling vague tension and could not calm down.

Worried about meeting with David on Monday. What eyes he will now look at her all the more after a circus act with a towel.

... He believed in my story ... that these photos were only for my boyfriend? Or does he now think that I am a whore who likes to demonstrate his own body?

Mandy sighed heavily with her hands on her cheeks. She herself often asked these questions. The details of their conversation at the bar gradually came to mind, but most of that evening remained for Mandy "terra incognita."

... I need to get distracted. You need something that will help get rid of the splinters of anxiety and all these silly torments ...

Studying in high school, when such situations arose or the mood simply deteriorated, Mandy was running. It seemed that the foul mood receded with each mile as she jogged and then took a hot shower with pleasure. Endorphins were the best medicine.

But she abandoned her running practice and has not done this for more than a year. And now trying to understand herself, remember that the compartment of ruthless alcohol could not imagine what could help her. Mandy thought about how much she had changed in a few days, which her own reflection in the mirror might not recognize. She somehow was not noticeably reborn, falling into an unusual relationship, which simply did not allow her to sit still.

The girl firmly slammed the textbook and stood up. She went out into the corridor of a white T-shirt and short denim shorts. I took three steps and stopped.

... Where am I going? What for? It is not right!

Two more steps ...

... Not! Come back. Take your running shoes in the closet and go for an evening jog ...

Her thoughts were just verbiage, an attempt to stop his own dark nature, the second I, who had long won a victory over the old Mandy. Feet continued to walk softly along the narrow carpet paths spread in the corridor. There was a feeling that she was wandering in a maze of walls and doors. There were many of them, but they all led to the same place ...

Andrew opened the door after the first strike. She saw that in his eyes flashed the complacency of the winner waiting for the deserved prize. Words were not needed. Yes Mandy and could not remember what they say in such cases. Words didn't matter. The most important was only her intention, which was ... Read more →