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Insomnia
🕑 Added 2024-02-05 03:04:25 +0000 UTCSince I have been under the weather, I decided to do a little something different! Here is a story I had written many many moons ago. I think before I even made my patreon! I decided to read through it, edit it a bit, and show you guys! I had been planning on making a new series off of this that I would run alongside "Who Needs Willpower", but I never did! Definitely more of a setup chapter, but I hope you guys still enjoy the change of pace from my usual stuff! Here is the first chapter of the still yet-to-be-continued series: "Insomnia"
Michael leaned his head on his arm, resting on his desk. He stared at the pencil in his other hand. He flipped the pencil, spinning it smoothly around his thumb before it snapped back into place in his grip. He smiled.
“Clarence,” he heard a sharp voice from the front of the classroom. A tall redhead stood up and walked down the gentle slope towards the voice.
The classroom was set up like a massive slanted hill. In the lowest section stood his physics teacher, Mr. Bradford. He was a burly man, standing at maybe 6’2”. His muscles pressed against the dark green fabric of his suit. He had a harsh five O’Clock shadow, like it was all he could do to not instantly grow a full beard right there in class. Yet the top of his head was so smooth it shined in the light.
The rest of the seats were positioned like repeating semi-circles, each row getting slightly higher as they moved back.
“Thank you, sir!” Clarence shouted. A few chuckles resonated throughout the classroom as he grabbed the paper from Mr. Bradford, before returning to his seat.
Mr. Bradford had been a drill instructor in his youth, and he still held himself like one. His face rarely smiled. He stood rigid and with perfect posture. Hell, he even still spoke in the same sharp, loud manner, even when explaining the laws of thermodynamics.
No one knew why he had left the military. Some guessed he was dishonorably discharged. Some thought he retired to follow his long lost dream of being a university physics teacher. Some even joked he was too hard on the recruits and they asked him to leave in order to boost soldier morale. Rumors ran rampant, since Mr. Bradford had never clarified himself. “I used to be a drill instructor, now I teach physics,” was what he said at the beginning of the semester, never mentioning it again.
His students called him “sir”. Not everyone was as gung-ho as Clarence, acting as if they were in a military line up. But whenever interacting, most everyone replaced his name with “sir.” Michael didn’t know if it was out of respect, a way to keep class more interesting, or just a joke one random person started, followed by an extensive wave of band-wagoning. Either way, Michael didn’t really care. It was entertaining.
It would almost be easy to forget his actual name, but one student seemed to make it their mission to remind the class.
“Sophia!” Mr. Bradford shouted.
“Thank you, Mr. Bradford.” Michael watched as Sophia returned to her seat. He tried to flip his pencil again, but it slipped out of his hands and onto the table.
Sophia was a short girl, around five feet tall. She wore a black cover-up, almost like a shawl, over a light gray ruffled dress that ended just above her knees. She had long black socks with two thin white stripes around their top. They stopped on the lower side of her knees, revealing a sliver of skin between them and her dress. Despite her size, she didn’t bother with heels. She opted instead for simple black slip-ons. She had a fairly long inverted bob of black straight hair, one side a little longer than the other. Her face was soft, yet defined, with deep, dark blue eyes. She was beautiful.
She got to her seat and placed her test face down on her desk, before running her hands down the back of her legs to keep her dress in place as she sat. She held herself with perfect posture, but despite that, she didn’t give off an air of confidence. Something about her radiated shyness. The way she angled her head slightly down, allowing her hair to brush past her ears and around her face, as if trying to shield herself from the world. Her knees pulled tight together as she sat, hands clasped on the top of the desk. Maybe it wasn’t shyness, maybe it was respectability? Either way, Michael was captivated by her. She was a perfect picture of femininity.
Something about her was strange though. Despite her obvious beauty, she didn’t really seem to have any friends. Guys would sometimes sit next to her in class. She’d tighten up, nervously smiling at them as they talked. But the guys never stuck around long. For someone so attractive, it was almost eerie watching her in isolation.
Maybe she’s dry company, Michael thought to himself, grabbing his pencil and flipping it again. Even if she was, he didn’t mind. Something about her enticed him. He’d often think about being one of those guys who’d sit beside her, being the first guy to stick around. But he never did. Every day, he took his seat, she took hers.
Michael shook his head, realizing he had been staring at her far too long. He sat in the back of the lecture hall, so he doubted anyone would notice. But he started to creep himself out.
Michael wasn’t much of a social butterfly either. He had long brown hair, loosely held up in a messy topknot. He wore a plain white, long sleeved shirt with an unzipped black jacket rolled up to his elbows. Everyone always told him to wear jeans, that they would match his style so much better. But he hated the feel of them. He wore a pair of simple black joggers and some black sneakers with vibrant purple laces. He was a handsome enough guy, or at least he liked to believe so. He had a relatively well defined jaw line and prominent features, but his eyes had dark circles below them.
Michael returned his focus to his pencil, flipping it in his hands, practicing to get to some level of consistency with it. He zoned out as Mr. Bradford finished passing out all the tests. Michael got a 98%. He wanted to be an artist. He had no real interest in physics, but he was smart. Not needing to exert much effort in class to understand the concepts.
Michael pulled out his sketchbook, still resting his head on his arm as he sketched. Nothing more than simple doodles, but they consumed his attention as Mr. Bradford addressed the results of the test. He went over problem questions on the board, re-explaining gaps in knowledge he felt the test had revealed in his students. Before long, Michael heard the shuffle of movement as his classmates began packing up and leaving in unison. Michael sat up to stretch, placing his sketchbook back in his bag before leaving himself.
Michael was a freshman in college. Almost all his classes were general education classes. Baseline classes that had nothing to do with a major, like physics and english. Despite Michael's stellar grades, he wasn’t sure about college. He didn’t really need a degree for the job he wanted to do, and the classes couldn’t hold his interest. He had gotten good scholarships though, so his parents insisted on him attending.
He rubbed his eyes in exhaustion as he made his way into the dining hall. The hall was self-serve. Each little section of the hall had different assortments of food, from sandwich materials to premade pasta. He poured himself a cup of decaf coffee, grabbed an asiago bagel and some strawberry cream cheese before checking out. He sat at an empty table, spread his cream cheese, and then pulled out his sketchbook once again. He listened to music as he nibbled, looking around the dining hall, quickly trying to sketch the other students as they ate.
Before long, the dinner rush passed and Michael returned to his dorm. He lived in a single room of a co-ed dorm. He loved not having a roommate, but a part of him wondered if it was good for his mental health. Since college started, he hadn’t really talked to much of anyone aside from a few friends in the art club he’d sometimes attend. Maybe a roommate would have been at least some guaranteed interaction. He pulled out his backpack and began doing his homework for the week. Despite it being a Friday, most of his classes’ assignments were given out at the end of the week and due the following Friday. This allowed him to get everything done ahead of time, which he really enjoyed.
He packed up his backpack and took another long stretch, checking the clock. 11:30. Not as bad as he thought. He grabbed his towel and left his room. His room had a sink where he could brush his teeth, but the bathroom and showers were shared. He walked down the hall and took his shower, thoroughly enjoying the effect the warm water had on his tight muscles. He got back to his room, brushed his teeth and got in bed.
Michael slept pretty terribly that night. In fact, he sorta slept terribly every night. Since college, he had completely cut out caffeine. He still drank coffee, as he liked the taste and feel of the warmth, but he always got decaf. Michael stared up at his ceiling, turning his head to check the clock. Three in the morning. He sighed, rubbing his face. Maybe a walk will help. He sat up and grabbed the keycard to his room, walking out into the hallway in his pajamas.
The dorm hallway was dim. The hallway usually had motion activated lights, but they turned off completely after a certain time in the night. 12:45 in fact. Michael had taken a night stroll so many times, he had it down to a science. The hall was instead lit by soft orange lights that ran the length of the floor on either side. There was a decent gap between the lights, just enough to show the floor with sufficient detail to avoid tripping, while keeping the hallway relatively dark.
Michael loved this aspect of the dorm. The dim lights allowed him to walk in peace, without getting blasted by the harsh fluorescents that normally lit the hallways. The building was so quiet, hardly able to hear his own feet softly shuffle against the carpet floor. He wandered the hallway aimlessly, letting the dull light and silence relax him into his desired drowsiness. He yawned, about to turn and make his way back when he saw the door to the common lounge in the corner of his eye.
The common lounge was a large room shared by the floor of the dorm. It had a big TV and several couches. It had a kitchen, including a stove, oven, fridge, sink and dishwasher. Basically anything you’d need. It was a common mingling ground for the floor. People would cook dinner together and hang out, watching TV and playing board games. It looked pleasant, but Michael didn’t know a single one of the regulars and didn't feel much like trying to meet them. It also had replacement trash liners stored in one of the kitchen drawers, and Michael was out of trash bags for his room. Guess I’ll grab the bags now so I don’t have to do it with people around.
He finished his walk down the hall and opened the door to the common lounge, walking half asleep into the dark room. His sleepy state immediately left him as his eyes shot wide. Despite the lights being off, the room had large floor to ceiling windows as its walls, and ambient light from campus gave the room a gentle, blue glow. Standing near one of the windows was a girl, facing away from him and directly towards the window. Her arms reached high above her head, holding her hands together gracefully with just a few fingers, as if stretching. Her hips were tilted, one leg spread out and up on its toe as she posed. Michael saw the soft blue light reflecting off the outline of the girl, setting her aglow. Michael could see the strip of lit skin running along the entire form, completely unobstructed. She was entirely naked.
His brain didn’t even have time to process what his eyes were seeing before she spun around at the sound of the door opening, eyes wide like a deer in headlights.
“Eep!” She squealed out quietly, and most likely involuntarily. She dropped down to the floor in a ball, using her knees to cover her chest as her head shot side to side in a panic, looking for someplace to hide. She caught sight of a few high stools alongside the center of the long kitchen island. They were the closest object she could possibly hide behind. She scampered over to them, unable to uncurl herself completely, still hunched over as she hurried across the open floor. She got to the stool and immediately crouched behind it. It was clear she was trying to hide, but the stool legs provided nearly no cover. Nevertheless, she sat there, frozen behind it.
Michael was still processing, He recognized her small form. Her black hair as it twirled around when she heard the door. Her soft but defined features. He stood in silence for a moment, unsure if he should even say it, but eventually his need for confirmation overpowered his reservations.
“Sophia?” He asked, nearly just as frozen as she was. Her shoulders tightened, startled from the voice. A brief moment passed before her deep blue eyes peeked over the seat of the stool and quickly dropped back down to safety.
“H-Hey Michael,” she said, her voice shaking a little. His head lifted slightly in surprise. He didn’t expect her to know his name. But then again, he only knew her name from Mr. Bradford shouting it out. It wasn’t too crazy of a thought for her to learn his in the same way. “What… what are you doing up?” She continued.
“I uhh- I don’t really sleep well, I went for a walk to try and reset myself before going back to bed.” Michael responded, absentmindedly letting go of the door he had been holding open in shock. The door slowly fell past him, filling the silence of the room with a loud ke-chunk as it latched. Sophia jumped at the sound, but she kept herself as well hidden as she could with the four thin legs of the stool. “What about you?” Michael almost facepalmed at his stupidity. Whatever she was doing up, she was doing it naked. He doubted she would really be wanting to talk about it.
“Um, I uh- I like night time,” she said softly, her voice shaking only slightly less than before. “Not many people are out and about. Guess that wasn’t the case tonight, though.” She chuckled nervously, before quickly returning to silence. She poked her eyes out from behind the stool again. This time, instead of retreating, she slowly emerged, leaving her face above the stool, the tips of her shoulders just barely visible from behind the seat. Even with the soft light of the room, he could tell she was flushed. Her eyes would match his, before immediately darting to the floor. Only to come back up to check if he was still watching her, before dropping again as they repeated their dance.
Michael was enthralled. He could feel himself staring, but he couldn’t help it. She was mesmerizing. Her skin was smooth and flawless. Her hands rested on the seat of the stool with her elbows hanging down to cover her chest. Her knees were pressed tightly together and shifted sideways to allow her to hug the stool closer with her body. Ironically, she had less skin showing when she was balled up in the middle of the floor, as the thin stool legs covered substantially less than her knees had.
“I didn’t know you lived here.” Michael resumed, still standing in the exact place he was when he first saw her. He rolled his eyes at himself. What was that? Was now the time to start small talk?
“Yeah, I live on the second floor. 203.” She spoke with her head still above the stool, her shoulders relaxed ever so slightly, but she still looked down and to the side.
“Ah. 306” He said, motioning towards himself. He paused for a moment before his brows creased with confusion. “Wait, the second floor? What are you doing up here on the third then? Doesn’t the second floor have its own common lounge?”
“Yeah, but I know more people on the second floor. I figured the chances of running into someone I knew would be less if I came up here.”
“That didn’t work out, huh?”
“Nope.” she giggled. This was so surreal to him. Here he was, having a nonchalant conversation with Sophia, a beautiful girl he barely even knew. In normal circumstances, this would be a social stretch for him, but this was anything but normal. The first time you talk to someone, they are rarely naked.
“Were you… planning on turning around at all? Or…” She asked quietly, despite the quiver in her voice, it was surprisingly slow and calm. Almost soothing.
“Yeah. Yes, definitely.” Michael responded, his eyes stuck in place. She peaked her eyes back up, noticing his continued gaze.
“You aren’t turning.”
“Sorry, no yeah you’re right, I’m not. I’m gonna I’m just…” Michael was fumbling. Something about her was mesmerizing. It felt like trying to break your gaze to refocus once you’ve started staring off into space. He kept meaning too, but his body kept putting it off.
Sophia waited a moment before she emerged from behind the stool. She slowly stood, freezing for a moment halfway up, as if mentally debating, before deciding to stand completely. Her shoulders slumped inwards slightly with a lowered head, a sharp contrast to her normal perfect posture. Her feet pressed tightly together, but she still had a bit of a thigh gap. She angled her face right at him as if to make eye contact, but her eyes didn’t obey. They continued to dart around the edges of the room. He expected her to run out of the room. Yell at him to turn around. Something in order to break his line of sight, but she didn’t. She just stood there, one arm resting across her chest and the other in front of her crotch.
“You haven’t taken your eyes off me since you came in,” She said, still covering modestly and looking away. “I figured you most likely have seen everything by now anyways. Crouching like that isn’t very comfortable...” Her voice was still soft, but a little louder than before. There was still a slight shake to it.
“Sorry, I’m so sorry it's just, uh… You're really hard to look away from.” She bit her lip slightly. Michael almost thought he saw a smile, but was sure he was imagining it.
“Oh.” She squirmed a little from his response. He thought she’d turn around, but instead she let the arm across her chest fall down to her side. She rubbed nervously up and down the side of her thigh before tightening into a ball like her body was submerged in freezing water. So quietly he almost missed it, she continued. “Thanks…”
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Michael was stunned. He could see her chest clearer than ever, taking time to fully absorb the image. Her boobs were fairly small, maybe around a B-cup. However what they lacked in size, they made up for in quality. They were tight and perky, sticking proudly off her chest without a care in the world. Her nipples protruded from her chest just enough to cast slight shadows from the ambient light of the room. He was lost in the sight when finally registered what she had said. Thanks? Did she really just thank him? What he said was technically a compliment, but not one he figured she’d appreciate. That was shocking enough to break his trance. He stood up a little straighter before walking further into the room, turning into the kitchen. Sophia jumped slightly at his sudden movement, but stayed where she was.
“I just came in here to get some more trash bags.” He was thankful for the kitchen island as he rounded the corner, sure his growing erection would be visible through his pajamas. He leaned down and opened the drawer, grabbing out several trash bags while adjusting his erection to slide up his front and into the band of his pajamas. He stood back up. She hadn’t turned as he walked through the room, so instead of facing her head on, he was now looking at her from the side.
She was in amazing shape. He could tell from the front, but it was even clearer from the side. Her stomach was flat and tight. Her butt was firm, creating a noticeable mound in comparison to the sleek curve of her back. Her head angled slightly towards him and down to the ground. Her hair hung out past her face, covering her close eye as she hid behind it. Michael felt a hard lump form in his throat. He broke his gaze to look down at his handful of bags.
“You want one to cover yourself with?” He asked, holding a bag out towards her. He wasn’t sure if his question was caring or stupid. Sure he was offering coverage, but what girl would wanna wear a trash bag as her clothes? She looked up slightly to see what he was referring to, before smiling a little and looking back down.
“No it’s okay, my clothes are just outside in the hallway.” She replied, moving her dropped hand across her waist, grabbing the elbow of the arm still protecting her crotch.
“In the hallway? Your clothes aren’t in the room?” Michael could feel himself stiffening even more. A part of him was still expecting some innocent explanation for why she was naked in the common lounge, but that continued to look more and more unlikely.
“No…” She replied softly. “I took them off in the hallway before coming in.”
“Well let me at least lead the way to make sure the coast is clear, I’m guessing you’d rather not have another person notice you.”
“Alright, sure. Thanks.” She smiled gently and waited for Michael to leave the kitchen, walking towards the door to the hallway. He twisted the handle slowly, opening it as quietly as he could, peeking his head out to check if the coast was clear. Sophia snuck up close behind, trying to peek past him to also check the hallway herself.
Ke-chunk. The loud sound of a door closing echoed through the hallway. Someone was probably up to go to the bathroom. The sudden sound made Michael startle slightly, but not nearly as much as Sophia. She pulled back from leaning past Michael and pushed herself into his back, instinctively trying to hide behind the closest thing. Michael could feel the pressure on his back from her arms and chest. Her eyes immediately went wide with realization and she pulled herself off him.
“Sorry, sir,” she quickly mumbled, face flushing once more. Her eyes went wide as she realized what she said, before swiftly lowering her head to obscure her face with her hair. Michael's eyebrow raised with intrigue. Did she just call him, sir? Guess I command more respect than Mr. Bradford, Michael joked to himself. He knew better though. If he was hiding naked behind a stranger, he’d probably be pretty formal as well.
“No problem.” He peeked his head out the door, waiting for a few moments as he watched and listened intently. He sensed the coast was clear. He walked out of the room and motioned Sophia to follow.
She held the door with her hands, closing it as slowly and quietly as she could. Her knees were slightly bent, back hunched as she hugged close to the wall. Michael could feel his stiffened unit twitch. There was something about her shift in nature. Her nerves as she tried to hide completely naked, yet still entirely visible in the open hallway.
Sophia tip-toed down the hallway, taking special care to make no noise. She walked ten or so feet down the hall before reaching down to grab a tiny bundle of cloth and her keycard to her room. Michael must have missed them on his walk towards the common lounge. They rested against the wall in the darkest section of the floor, equidistant from the lights on either side. She picked them up, not even bothering to put it on as she hurried back towards Michael.
This was the first time Sophia had faced him while completely uncovered, perhaps too preoccupied with escaping the long open hallway to remember to shield herself. Michael's eyes traced down her form, stopping just between her legs. She was completely smooth. He could see the small folds between her legs, and he felt himself stiffening even harder inside his waistband. She passed by him and pushed open the door of the stairwell. She slipped inside, disappearing from sight.
Before the door closed, her hand shot back and grabbed it, holding it open as she poked just her head back through.
“Hey. Um. Would you mind not…” She trailed off as she spoke, still looking down at the floor.
“I won’t tell anyone. Promise.”
She looked up, meeting Michael's eyes and actually holding them for the first time, her face still pink with embarrassment. He had never actually seen them so close. Even in the dim light of the hallway, her eyes seemed to sparkle.
“Thanks… I hope you sleep well.” She smiled, before ducking her head back into the stairwell and letting the door close slowly. Michael stood watching the door in silence. After a few moments, he turned and made his way back to his room, walking inside and slipping back into bed. The whole encounter felt like a dream. Maybe he had finally lost it, having a mix of a daydream and hallucination as he wandered the halls exhausted. He felt his member still rock hard from what he had seen.
He took off his shirt and pulled his pants down slightly. Taking his shaft in his hand, he stroked as he reenacted the last five minutes in his mind. It didn’t take long at all before he finished onto his stomach, grabbing a tissue from beside his bed and wiping himself clean. He reclothed and closed his eyes, unable to think of anything else until he faded into a restful sleep.
Comments
ReleaseIsAPrivilege
Thanks haha, had a few chapters planned out in my head actually, but then never actually got around to working on them lol
Dr Moonshine Mixer
That was pretty cool 😎
