"Do you want me to fix you up with Donna? I know she is willing," she asked, thinking she could help me overcome my fear."No! I don't need you to fix ...e up. I'm capable of taking care of that on my own. I just need a little time," I said firmly."If you need some practice, I'm always here."I stared at her in amazement of her bodacious attitude."Why are you looking at me that way?" I wanted to say, 'thank you but no thank you', but that doesn't seem appropriate."She stepped up to me and stood. My professors had been gracious and lenient, allowing me to take incompletes since the incident with Jason occurred right before the end of the semester. I had until the end of spring term to finish everything, but I just wanted to get it done, so I plowed through. My work was uncharacteristically mediocre and even more surprising was that I didn’t care. My heart wasn’t in it, I still loved books and libraries, still believed in the world of possibilities and the potential for learning that. She kissed my cheek as she nudged a finger inside me, and I whimpered with pleasure. I felt my pussy expand to allow another finger in, and she curled them up expertly, squishing against my vaginal walls.With her other hand, she continued to scratch her fingernails over my erect nipple. I pressed my body back hard against her, feeling the warmth of her breasts as I squashed against them. I pressed my fingers against the hard little button of my clitoris and began to circle around it, starting. To my immense distaste, I feel almost as empty as I had this morning. I lay back onto the bed, covering my eyes with my forearm, as I cry. I must’ve fallen asleep, and I wake up to look for my phone. I need to know what time it is. I finally find the phone, and I am floored by what I see. It is four in the morning, and I don’t have any missed calls. Shawna really left. I dial her number, but quickly hang up before it even rings. I don’t know what her problem is, but I should let her work it out.