Chapter 10 

The lustful fire had gone out of Eve’s eyes, and she felt her body returning to a more normal rhythm. But she realized, with considerable anxiety, that the same frustration, and even anger, with Jason’s submissive sexual behavior had not gone away. As she looked down on him, still sitting on his softened dick, she was only able to perceive that these feelings were intensifying. She felt a nauseating wave of guilt, and she looked away from Jason as she pivoted her hips, quickly sliding off his dick as she stood up. 

“I need to go wash my face,” she said mechanically, pulling her jeans up tightly over her thighs and hips. Her voice was shaking a little as it hung on the air. She quickly threw on her shirt. She hadn’t even bothered herself with her panties or bra. “Where’s your sink? You got a sink in here?”

“Uhh…n-no,” said Jason, still lying on the bed as he stared after her. “Th-there’s…there’s a community bathroom down the hall…to the, uh…to the left.”

“Down the hall?” asked Eve. Jason lived in the more generic dorms, but since Eve was in the Honor’s Program, she got to live in the nicer dorms, which had private bathrooms attached to the rooms. 

“Y-yeah, but…but — ” stuttered Jason. He was still reeling from what he had just seen. 

“But what Jason?” asked Eve as measuredly as she could. But there was no hiding the irritation in her voice. 

“But it’s…it’s an all-guy’s bathroom,” he said in a small voice. 

“Oh…haha! Oh,” exclaimed Eve, laughing strangely. “I don’t care about that. Just need to freshen up…if there’s some dude in there he can deal with me.” 

She turned and walked out of Jason’s dorm. As soon as she got out into the hallway, she took a deep breath, smelling in the deodorant-tinged painted cinderblock scent, which mixed with the stale carpet underneath her bare feet. She was glad to get out of there, glad to be anywhere other than on top of Jason as he stared up at her with that shocked, awe-filled expression. Her feet tested the beaten-down carpet as she made her way down the hall. It wasn’t pleasant, thinking about how much she had let herself go just then. Eve felt like she had given something away, betrayed some terrible secret that had now escaped its confines forever. What the secret was…well, Eve wasn’t sure. Maybe it was as simple as: she wanted Jason to be more dominant with her. 

‘Yeah, that’s it…that’s probably it,’ she thought to herself as she reached the bathroom. She took a step inside and felt the slight slime of the floor slavering her feet. Eve made a face, feeling a bit disgusted. The overpowering scent of “Axe” bodyspray filled the bathroom, mixed with disagreeables tinges of shit and stale urine. 

‘Fucking gross,’ she thought to herself, shaking her head. ‘Guy’s bathrooms…oh well, fuck it.’

She walked over to the sink and looked at herself in the mirror. Her chestnut-brown hair looked wild and unkempt, to the point where Eve actually laughed out loud a little to herself. She almost looked like a cliche of a college girl after having wild sex in her boyfriend’s dorm. 

‘Except I did all this to myself,’ she thought. ‘I made myself look like this, not him.’ 

Her heart sank a little, both from the guilt of the thought, and from her genuine sadness at having to take the dominating role during sex against her will. It certainly didn’t make her feel attractive…and yet…and yet she had to admit, the way she had been riding Jason’s dick was pretty hot. Eve hadn’t known that she had that kind of energy before. But she hated being the only one who brought anything to the table. 

She bent down and turned the cold water on, gathering a small pool of it in her cupped hands before splashing it on her face. The chill water felt good on her hot skin; she almost felt like there was steam coming up from her face. She looked up at her reflection, with the water dripping off her face. Her brown eyes were bloodshot; she widened them, stretching out her eyelids. Despite her slightly crazed appearance, she thought she looked good — she was hot…she felt hot. None of her current negative emotions took that away. Bending down again, she splashed more water in her face…she felt like she was returning to normal. 

“Uhh, does “Men’s Restroom” ring a bell?” came an obnoxious voice from the doorway. With her face dripping as she bent over the sink, Eve turned and saw that a short, skinny young man was standing in the doorway in his underwear, holding a shower caddy. Clearly, he had been about to go take a shower when his plans were thwarted by Eve’s presence. 

“Go take your shower, dude,” said Eve nonchalantly. “I’m not in your way.” She turned back to the mirror and splashed more water in her face.

“Well…well you are in my way,” said the guy. “I’m not taking a shower with some girl in here.” 

“Ok,” said Eve matter-of-factly, shooting her head up from the sink as she rose to her full height. She wasn’t in any mood for this kind of shit. “I’m standing here. The showers are over there. I’m not in your way. The only thing blocking you is whatever weird shit you’ve got going on about women in general, which I can’t control.” Eve suddenly realized how small the guy was, and, without thinking, she strode up to him. He took a step back in surprise — he hadn’t realized how tall she was. She walked right up to him, blocking the doorway. The top of this dude’s head came up to her chin — he was staring right into the top of her breasts. What’s more, his skinny limbs seemed even skinner as Eve loomed over him. She had put on a little weight since coming to college, and she was becoming undeniably thick and curvy. 

She reached up and easily grasped the top frame of the doorway as she leaned in over him.

“Now I’m actually in your way,” she said. “See the difference?” As she enjoyed the double meaning of her question, Eve couldn’t help but realize that this kind of unapologetic forwardness was unlike her…she had just been feeling a little less restrained lately. She kept going. 

“I just fucked my boyfriend and I’m freshening up in this bathroom. If you can’t deal with that, come back in a few minutes and I’ll be gone. For fuck’s sake.” 

She turned and walked back to the sink, splashing more water on her face. A few seconds later she turned and saw that the guy wasn’t there anymore. Eve shook her head and glared at her reflection. 

‘Some fucking guys,’ she thought. ‘Jason would never be like that.’ Eve suddenly felt an outpouring of affection towards him. So what if he was going thorough some hard stuff recently? So what if he was having a little difficulty adjusting. He was still as good a guy as any…definitely head and shoulders above most dudes when it came to most things. She straightened up and looked around for some paper towels to dry her face off with. She found the dispenser and pumped it, but it seemed to be all out. 

‘Whatever,’ she thought, shrugging. She turned to leave. But right then, she suddenly heard a toilet flush. Eve made a quick move to leave — she didn’t want to deal with some other idiot boy. But right then she glanced again in the mirror, and saw a shaggy dark head rise up over the bathroom stall door…she could see his dark eyes looking straight down at her reflection from behind the door. A huge man was staring at her. Eve felt something catch in her throat. The stall door opened, and an enormous man emerged, dressed in immense, crumpled jeans and a hefty red and black checkerboard flannel shirt, the sleeves rolled up at the elbows. 

“Sorry,” said the man in a quiet voice, which nonetheless carried and vibrated on the air with a deep timbre. “I don’t mean to disturb you.”

“It’s…it’s fine!” said Eve quickly, brushing her hair back quickly behind her ear as she stared up at the man. “I was…I was just leaving.” 

The man chuckled as he stepped forward from the stall, walking straight up to the sink next to the one Eve had been using. Unconsciously, Eve took a step back as she continued to stare up at him. He wasn’t attractive by any means…in fact, he was actually almost…beastly looking. His shaggy black hair joined up with a rough and rugged black beard, and his eyebrows were overgrown, to the extent to which they almost joined each other in the middle in a unibrow. His whole body was hairy…his exposed forearms, which were huge, muscular, and burly, were covered in a thick forest of coarse black hair. 

“Like I said, you can be here — I don’t care,” chuckled the man, pumping soap into his hands and starting to wash them under the faucet. Eve noticed that his hands, just like the rest of him, were positively massive. 

“Sorry about that dude who was bothering you,” he laughed, squinting his dark eyes at her reflection in the mirror. “Jeremy’s a little shit.”

“It’s…uh…haha, it’s no big deal,” said Eve, feeling her neck getting hot. What was going on!? She had just forced herself to have a huge orgasm!

“Yeah, it sounded like you didn’t have any trouble with him!” 

The man finished washing his hands and shook them off, wiping them dry on his shirt. He straightened up and looked curiously down at Eve, who was still frozen in place, her mouth a little open as she took stock of how big this guy really was. She was not accustomed to feeling small, but she was staring straight into this man’s neck. She glanced down and saw that he too was in his bare feet. Eve quickly felt a wave of self-conscious shyness — he had overheard that she had just had sex…and now it was like she was caught in the aftermath. She gave a little halted laugh. 

“Haha, sorry!” laughed the man, “I don’t mean to frighten you, uhhhh — ?” He extended a massive open hand in her direction.

“Uh, E-Eve!” she said, reaching out and shaking his hand. His palm and fingers wrapped around hers and squeezed with a gentle, quiet strength. 

“Nice to meet you Eve,” said the man pleasantly. “I’m Benjamin…well, Ben, actually.” 

“H-hi Ben,” breathed Eve. Her hand felt small in his...the thought came up like an ugly toad in her brain -- she felt like a woman right now. 

“Like I was saying Eve, I don’t mean to scare you,” continued Ben, releasing the handshake. “I know I can be…a lot to take in, haha! Especially an impromptu meeting like this in the dudes’ bathroom!” 

“Haha!” laughed Eve. She hadn’t expected a word like “impromptu” to come out of this guy’s mouth so fluidly. “No! Haha, it’s…it’s no problem, Ben, really. Thanks for, uh…for not caring that I’m in here.”

“So who’s the lucky guy?” he asked, cracking a grin through his dark beard. Eve saw that he was missing a tooth towards his back molars. In any other situation like this, she would have been looking for any kind of way to put a lid on the conversation. But this guy, Ben…she felt totally safe with him. He wasn’t icky. 

“Uh…Jason,” she said, feeling her boyfriend’s name oddly butt its way into the exchange. “You know him?” 

“Oh, Jason, yeah!” said Ben brightly. “Lives on down the hall in 23. Only talked to him a couple times…nice dude!”

“Yeah…yeah he’s nice,” said Eve. She wished that it didn’t sound like she was so out of breath, but this giant guy had literally taken her breath away, and she didn’t know why.

A few seconds of silence passed between them. Ben was looking down on her with those dark eyes, seeming to study her face, with an inscrutable, almost expectant smile curving behind his beard. He seemed to realize that every silent second that passed was steering them towards morally-ambiguous territory — Eve knew this too, but she didn’t do anything about it. 

Ben was the first to act, laughing merrily again as he turned to look at him self in the mirror, and mimed brushing a bit of his shaggy hair out of his eyes. 

“Haha, well, ok! It was nice to meet you Eve,” he said, walking by her towards the bathroom entrance. He turned back to face her once he was in the doorframe, and Eve saw that he had to duck his head slightly to fit the frame’s height. His massive body seemed to almost completely fill the rest of the doorway space. He wasn’t fat — just huge. 

“Maybe I’ll see you around here sometime, huh?” he asked.

“Y-yeah…yeah, I’m sure you will,” said Eve, smiling. 

“Ok, well…great! I’ll look forward to it,” said Ben. And he was gone.