I got to the dorm and it was currently evening. I had run some errands before I decided to head back home. Walking into the dorm I felt a cool breeze against my skin. Maddie had been blasting the air condition as usual. I spot her sitting on the floor, she turned towards me grinning.

"Hey kitty whore", she said taking out bowls from nylon bags which I assumed was the mediterranean food she promised. I slip off my shoes, placing my bag by my bed and taking off my jacket.

"Hey Mads", she smiled at me handing me a shawarma wrap and setting a bowl of rice next to me. I sat crossing my leg and eagerly unwrapping my shawarma. Hit with the smell of its rich flavor. We ate for a while. Not saying a word, but downing our food with our mouths full and our eyes teary with satisfaction. Maddie swallowed loudly letting out a loud burp.

"Tell me about him". Maddie said itching her nose and reaching for her dipping sauce.

"Who", I mutter gulping the sprite that I guessed was mine.

"Your hot professor". A smile formed around my mouth, against my shawarma. "Take your time", Maddie giggled looking at how eager I was in swallowing my food just to vent about my professor.

"He's so hot Mads, and He's tall and dreamy". I swayed drooling a bit.

"Quite old don't you think, I mean he's hot, or maybe I'm just into younger guys", she giggled.

"younger guys that call you mommy", I smirked, we both giggled knowing the incident where Maddie hooked up with a guy and he called her mommy when she was blowing him off.

"He doesn't look old", I protest in defense of my evidently forbidden crush.

"Yeah but your'e like eighteen ain't ya".

"Maddie Im twenty...and anyways. This might be weird but he smells like my dad".

Maddie's eyes turned from her food towards me, slowly. She knows the relationship I have with my dad. To make long story short he's a recovered Heroine addict who divorced my mom and married into another family which he is actually having a kid with...bastard? yes.

"Oh". Maddie mutters under her breath looking at me with concerned eyes. This is the time where she would ask for reassurance to make a joke to lighten the mood.

"not like that Mads".

"unngh daddy!!" Maddie playfully moans with her eyes crossed and her mouth gaped.

"Ughhh.. I said not like that Mads!"

"I get what your'e saying. Things remind me of my dad too, being that he's in the army...and not remarried..ANYWAYS", Maddie nervously exclaims.

"Im crushing hard I swear, but if he finds out I'm in his class my chances are ruined".

"Just sit really far". Maddie suggests.

"Im partially blind MADDIE!".

"Im trying to help you here babe..Im not the one lusting over my professor who was probably born in another DECADE AS ME!! ".

"shut up, your'e not helping".

"The question is, do you wanna fuck him or is it a daddy issues thing that you want to runaway with him and live your teacher x student dreams", Maddie says raising her eyebrows.

"I honestly don't know, I just want him to whisper in my ear with that accent".

"he has an accent?!", Maddie raises her voice her mouth slightly gaped.

"you are so late to the party babe".

We laugh over dinner, Maddie letting me vent about Tom a little more before we finally called it a day. I ran hot a shower and Maddie went straight to bed as she already took a shower when she came got back from work. I hopped into the shower. Letting the warm water run down my face. Lathering my sponge with soap I ran it across my shoulders. Carefully lathering the soap against my chest. I closed my eyes letting my head fall against the tile walls. Sliding my hands down my body, and letting out a breath. The bathtub got hotter and the steam made me slightly light headed. Running my hand down my stomach.

I do this often, I find someone attractive and play with myself to the thought of them. At this point of my imagination Tom was in the shower with me. Cornering me and pressing my body further into the cold tiles. Taking his hand and sliding them in between my legs. Moaning about how wet I am. Groaning my name as he took his fingers and carefully pushed them into me, one finger and then two. That is all I could take before it started to hurt. My back arched slowly sliding my head further back until I was gasping for air from being slightly drowned by the shower rushing water unto my face. My hand didn't lift from in between my legs. Circling my index and pointer finger around my clit.

The slight orgasm rising, a muffled mumble of Tom's name escaped from my mouth.

Making my legs lock before I let out a loud needy moan. Panting and staggering, gaining balance with the shower's handle. I pinched my nipples licking my lips, allowing the showers chlorinated water to seep into my mouth. God...I was so needy. How could a virgin be this horny for someone who doesn't even know her name. I can admit, it was needy and borderline obsessive. But lord knows I needed that man. More than anything. I step out the shower folding the towel across my body and throwing on a large shirt. Before stepping into the cold room, I ran to my bed to get under the covers, shivering and burying my head into my pillows. Why was I this crazy about him. It was like a celebrity crush. You see them on TV and drool over them..sleepless nights imagining what you would do to each other. But at the end of the day you where still alone, like an obsessed fan. Yearning the touch of a man who didn't even know your name. Or who you where, or that you touch yourself to the thought of him in the shower, pressing his body into yours thrusting into you. And each time getting harder, every kiss lingering on your skin and leaving marks. While you scratch at his back growing feral over his touch. In an echo of moans and cries.

Crazy isn't it.