Jane didn't have a date that Friday. She didn't really mind, after all there was some work on her English paper that she could do in order to get a good head start on the project. She knew that she still had some research to do, and could accomplish that here in the dorm. So, it looked for her like a casual, sloppy sweats kind of night. A kind of night that she didn't regret at all.
Jane did date but not as much, not nearly as much as her roommate Marcie. Of course, Marcie had a date, and she was her usual swanning, spinning, off in all directions personality, as she prepared for her evening out.
Marcie came in from the bathroom that their room shared with another two girl room; she was wrapped in a towel and singing to herself. She danced around in a typical Marcie kind of mood and grinned over at Jane, who was watching her with evident pleasure. It was difficult not to share Marcie's moods, when she was so chirpy and flitty.
"No date, Janie, my maid?" Marcie asked with a pouting face that she'd put on for Jane's consumption.
"No, darling Marcie," Jane answered, using a pet name that she had for her roommate, "Just English drudgery for this student. We didn't all come to the university for parties and fun, like some people I know."
"Aha," Marcie said, pointing an accusing finger at Jane, "We'll have to find you a beau soon to get you moved out of your drudgery."
"A beau?" Jane said. Then she continued the banter with Marcie: "Does that mean a person with whom I have to do dirty things?"
Marcie grinned her world defeating grin: "Of course it does, my pet; what else are they for the two legged things with the long twitchy thing between their legs?"
Both girls had a laugh at Marcie's description of men.
Jane then looked up at the clock and said to Marcie:
"Best start making your spectacular transformation from room nymph to campus siren; it's getting late!"
"Oops," Marcie said, now looking at the clock too, "You're so right, Janie my keeper; whatever would I do without you?
"Probably fade into a simple woodland echo," Jane said with mock severity.
"Yes, indeed, I believe it so," Marcie said doing one more dance step.
Jane and Marcie had been thrown together as roommates, when they came to the university, and they had hit it off immediately. Their good natured banter was a frequent feature of the simple homeyness of the relationship around the dorm.
Marcie was simply gorgeous. Jane knew that she was a good looking young woman but she also knew that she wasn't quite as gorgeous as the fair haired Marcie.
Marcie had light colored skin that tanned nicely, fair hair, a waist that almost looked cinched, flaring hips that made promises of passion to all and sundry, and tits that were simply shapely with medium sized responsive nipples.
Marcie was forever saying that this thing or that thing 'made her nipples hard', when she was in the room with Jane. They alway had a giggle over that kind of statement.
Marcie also was one who seriously looked out for Jane.She fixed Jane up with dates every now and then. Jane never minded that. She was much more quiet and reserved, she thought, than Marcie. It seemed that Marcie was forever attracting attention to herself, especially male attention. Whereas Jane just didn't attract attention in the same way.
But Jane was never jealous or angry about it. She saw Marcie as a kind of treat, and appreciated the kind of relationship that the two of them had established with each other.
They were close enough girl friends to talk into the small morning hours about the boys that they were dating, and what those boys were trying to get them to do. Both girls were fairly giggly about the often inept machinations of campus men to get into either Marcie's or Jane's panties.
But both girls were also still virgins, although, with their talking sessions, it had at least become obvious to Jane that Marcie was 'friendlier' than she tended to be.
Jane had to admit to herself that she did 'tingle' at the revelations that Marcie would confide to her in their late night 'girlie talks, ' as they called them.
Marcie danced over to where Jane was doing some not too serious studying, while lying on her bed. When she got close to Jane she fairly crowed:
"Behold now the caterpillar and the butterfly."
She wrapped the bath towel tighter around her as she made this declaration.
"Ah, yes," Jane said, "the weekly transformation that means that the campus males have no chance tonight at all."
"Right in one, my sweet, sweet girlfriend," Marcie sang out as she flung the towel onto her bed, and pirouetted in front of Jane naked.
Jane did like seeing Marcie naked, because she was such a beauty. Jane really didn't envy Marcie's beauty, she just appreciated it.
Jane clapped for the naked Marcie. Marcie took a bow and proclaimed once more:
"The caterpillar and the butterfly."
She waltzed over to her bureau and opening a drawer pulled out a pair of skimpy yellow, bikini panties.
"Ohhhhhhh," Jane said with mock severity, "It's a yellow night. That means passion."
"Yes, my pet," Marcie grinned, slipping into her panties and pulling them up snug against her hips and ass, "Yellow tonight is for passion. I don't think that sigma chi will survive."
"Alas the downfall of a great institution all due to a pair of skimpy, yellow panties!" Jane added, and then concluded with "Sic transit gloria mundi!"
Marcie bowed in Jane's direction and said: "Thank you Caesar."
"Our pleasure," Jane said, feigning the plural of majesty.
Then Marcie donned a matching yellow bra and fished out of her drawer a yellow pullover. She completed this ensemble with a short, white pleated mini skirt.
When she was finished, she held her arms out and said a loud: "Ta da!"
Jane looked up from her book and clapped once again, commenting:
"Yes, Marcie, your public approves and grovels at your feet as usual."
"Yes," Marcie sighed, "They always do."
Marcie was ready then to head for the lobby of the dorm. Jane, seeing that she was going to go, jumped up and went to her roomie:
"Have a good time, Marcie, my girl," Jane said, giving Marcie a kiss on the cheek.
Then Jane grinned at her and said: "Don't do anything that I wouldn't do."
"My, my," Marcie said in a sing song voice. "That leaves the field open for all sorts of passionate exploration."
Jane grinned back at her and said, pointing toward the door: "Out before the butterfly is late."
Then Jane added: "Who is it tonight?"
"Eddie," Marcie said with a kind of husky voice.
They both had discussed previously how handsome Eddie Cary was.
Jane got a thoughtful look on her face and said: "Marcie, maybe, just maybe we should rename him. Don't you think? After all he might be a Brok, or a Clint, or even a Derek but he is definitely not an Eddie!"
"Ah," Marcie said, kissing Jane's cheek 'good night', wisdom herself speaks; we should take care of that problem."
Then Marcie was out the door with a wave and the parting word "Toodles!"
Jane said loudly after her: "Enjoy!"
Jane spoke to herself then for a moment or two:
"My, my she's tiring; I hope Eddie's up to it tonight."
Then turning her attention back to what had to be done, she made a cup of tea, from the supplies that the two girls kept on hand and went back to her English notes for the term paper.
Jane worked on the notes for the paper fairly hard and fairly long before she began to get sleepy. It was approaching 11 PM, when she finally grabbed her robe and went into the shower to get ready for bed. She was read for bed quickly, and settled down under the covers wearing a pair of white bikini panties.
It was a bit later, and Jane had in fact been asleep, when she was awakened by a bit of a commotion in the room.
She realized that Marcie and Eddie were back from their date. She kept her eyes closed and tried to simply pretend to be asleep. She didn't want them thinking that she was being nosy.
They were bumping around just a bit, and it seemed to Jane as though both of them had, had too much to drink. They were certainly doing a lot of giggling.
Jane had lain there listening for five long minutes before she had the courage to open her eyes. She saw the two of them, Eddie and Marcie, in the middle of the room just breaking up a wet kiss.
Jane gulped a bit being somewhere between turned on and guilty for watching what the couple on the other side of the room was doing. The 'turned on' eventually won and she watched the pair intently.
"I want the light on," Eddie said, "I want to see you without your clothes on."
"No, silly," Marcie objected, "We'll wake up Jane. It's in the dark or it's out you go."
Eddie answered the ultimatum by grabbing onto the bottom of Marcie's sweater and pulling it up over her head. Marcie razed her arms to accommodate Eddie's actions.
Marcie, in typical fashion, held her arms up in the air to show off her almost naked upper body to its fullest extent.
But Eddie was more interested in Marcie's skirt. He was kneeling in front of Marcie and working to see what held the skirt together. Finally, he discovered the way the buttons on the skirt waist band worked and unbuttoned the waist band. With a push of his hand then he let the skirt flutter to the floor of the room.
Once again Marcie posed for Eddie, who this time simply sat back on his heels and said a strangled "Wow!"
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