Chapter 8

After my heart calmed down I rubbed my eyes and said, “When was the last time you took a really good look at the room? Did you even do that before you went to sleep?”

I wanted to ask if he looked around before he stripped naked. But I was afraid I’d make some kind of comment about his body, especially that wonderful dick of his. As it is I was nervous asking what I had.

He scoffed then backed out of the restroom and then reached into his pocket and took out his glasses and put them on. His face dropped.

“Well, this is embarrassing. I’m so sorry about that. I guess it’s a habit to come here. This was my dorm last year,” Steven said.

I stretched a little and said, “No worries. But how did you get into my dorm anyway?”

He gave a sheepish grin, “I may have lost the key last year and never returned it after I found it this summer. They need to convert to electronic keys so that if this happens they can delete the key from their systems.”

I scratched my head and said, “That sounds like a great idea. But shouldn’t you be going by now? I seem to recall Bree saying you had to leave early today?”

His eyes flew wide and he looked at his watch then he said, “I’m sorry about barging into your room. And sleeping here.” Then he ran off.

I know I should have felt that the sanctity and safety of my room had been violated but I couldn’t help but laugh. But then my alarm went off. It was time for me to start getting ready for the day. I stripped out of the suit and went to my sink. I didn’t really like the idea of going to the guy’s showers so I went to the sink and got some washcloths. I was cursing the design of these dorms. Of course, I felt guilty for doing so. I wondered why this couldn’t have been a school that had showers in the students’ rooms. Did those even exist these days? After cleaning myself I remembered that I needed to clean my suit. Carter had given me a pretty good-sized treatment the night before. I didn’t want to go to classes in a dirty suit. Even if the suit would keep the scent from reaching anyone’s noses. While cleaning the suit the piece that connects to my clit broke off in my hand. When I couldn’t get it back in place I started to panic.

“Oh my goodness. What am I going to do? I can’t fix this. But I bet Dad can fix it,” I said before drying out my suit.

I packed the suit in a bag and after getting dressed I ran to the office. The lady at the office gave me a look that said that she thought I didn’t belong there.

In a false happy tone, she asked, “How can I help you?”

“I need to see Carter Hamill please,” I told her.

She looked at me suspiciously then in an almost angry way she asked, “What do you want to see him for?”

I suddenly had flashbacks to when I was younger and all the bullies that picked on me when they thought I liked a boy. I almost cried.

“I uh,” a couple deep breaths later, “I’m Kyla Hamill and he’s my Dad, well step-dad actually, and he forgot something for his class at home.” I lifted the bag and patted it.

She looked at the bag and with an apologetic look said, “I’ll get you a visitor’s pass.”

She came back with the pass and told me the directions. I didn’t need them but I didn’t know if letting her know that someone who wasn’t a student knew the layout of the school. It probably would have been okay since I have my connection to one of the teachers here. But that lady frightened me a bit. I thought that taking off this suit was supposed to make me horny or something, not frightened like a chicken. My heart pounded like crazy all the way to Carter’s class. He was in the middle of writing something on the whiteboard. I waited until he was done then I knocked on the door. When he looked he seemed surprised to see me. When I frantically gestured for him to come to me he told something to the class and quickly walked over to me.

After closing the door he asked, “You look okay so this isn’t for a treatment? What’s going on? Why aren’t you in class?”

I mumbled my answer low enough I had to repeat myself. In a slightly louder voice, I said, “I broke the suit.”

He looked a little confused, “You can’t break the suit. It’s made out of tough material.” I looked around and pulled out the piece of the suit and handed it to him. He went a little pale, “And the suit is broken. Okay, no need to panic. I don’t have a class next period. I can try to fix this then. You’ll have to miss a class or two. Maybe three. Your mom isn’t going to be thrilled about that. Will you be okay staying in your dorm room till I get this back to you?”

I nodded and was about to say something when I noticed Steven in the room. I may have blushed or had a silly look on my face. At least that’s what the look on Carter’s face said. I just nodded and went on my way.

With my crazy luck, I ran into Bree on my way to my room. And I mean I literally ran into her. I said, “Sorry Bree.”

She looked shocked for a moment then smiled and asked, “How did you know my name?”

“How did I know your name?” Shoot, now I was in trouble. I quickly said, “I’m Kyla. My brother Kyle sent me a picture of you and talked a bit about you. He was excited about making new friends at school.”

She seemed happy with that. She gave me a hug and said, “Tell your brother thanks. When I took that picture of us with his camera I had hoped he’d use it like that.”

I asked, “Like that?”

She chuckled, “If he and I were dating I might send him a picture or two of my boobs. But only if I knew he wouldn’t share them.” She laughed even harder. “I’m kidding. I wouldn’t send anyone those kinds of pics. I’m not that comfortable with my body. What are you doing here? Are you a student?”

I almost admitted that I was when I remembered I needed to keep that a secret, “I wish. I’m taking a free year. I wasn’t lucky enough to get in. I just came to drop something off for my Da ... for Carter. Speaking of being a student. Why aren’t you in class? Free period?”

“Yep,” Bree had a devilish look on her face and asked, “Want to visit my room? We can talk about your brother?” She laughed again. “I just haven’t made any girl friends here yet. I just want to talk.”

I was nervous about accepting, not because I’d be going to her room but it was conditioned in me. I still felt uneasy making friends as, me. Even though Erin wasn’t here. But with Bree’s eagerness, I nodded yes. She took me by the hand and led me to her room. While walking to her room I couldn’t help but wonder why her hand felt so nice. After talking with her in her room for about fifteen minutes I was feeling confused. I was feeling attracted to both Bree and her half brother Steven. She seemed to only like me as a friend partially because we both had half-brothers going to the same school. Every time she mentioned that with such feeling I wanted to tell her the truth. I hated lying to someone so trusting. I was feeling more and more turned on towards her and I was getting myself ready to do or say something when my phone buzzed.