The soft murmur grew louder as Janet approached the double doors. The warm summer breeze did little to settle her nerves. She stood still, hesitating, never quite feeling this level of discomfort before. It was almost like she was in a foreign country, where everything was so different. That was part of the charm of college, she supposed. Forcing yourself to step outside your comfort, to learn new things and grow. She assured herself it was just the surroundings that were different, but with any luck she would change in time as well.
With forced determination, Janet pushed open the doors. She was met with a cacophony of voices and laughter from the diverse students that filled the atrium. She took a deep breath as the doors closed behind her, their noise almost drowned out in comparison to all else.
Janet wondered at the landscape before her. Students filled the hall in small gatherings, gossiping amongst themselves and having a good time. She stared at the pillars that extended up towards a ceiling that was so high as to make her feel almost insignificant, with the school colors displayed on banners stretching between them. She marveled at the prestigious accomplishments of the school that were on display along the walls. Various trophies and banners announcing the sports teams that brought their school to victory. The pictures depicting prominent faculty members and important philanthropic donors.
While she had toured the campus previously before applying, the school had not felt so alive at the time. Janet was filled with a mix of peace and anxiety. Nervousness over feeling so alone, yet hopeful of where this new chapter in her life would take her.
Her reverie was disturbed as more students burst through the doors, hastily pushing past Janet. She squeaked out a soft apology as she stepped to the side.
With her focus back on the room in front of her, Janet noticed the table with giant blue lettering that read “WELCOME” on the front. She approached one of the attendees seated behind it.
“Hi!”, the friendly voice greeted Janet. He looked to Janet to be an upperclassman, probably in his fourth year at the school. The school’s logo was displayed on the breast of his polo. “Are you here for the orientation?” he inquired.
“Um... yeah. I’m not... really sure what I need to do, though.” Janet responded, her head held low, her hand covering the back of her neck.
“That’s okay, you’re in the right place,” the older student assured her. He went on to explain what to expect for the rest of the day. She was handed a folder stuffed with papers, many of which Janet was sure she’d never read. Finally, after looking up her name, he gave her a table number and directed her towards a set of doors near the end of the hall.
Janet thanked the man and went off in the direction she was told. She wound her way through the maze of students before finally arriving at her destination.
The new room sported a stage with a podium before an expanse of portable tables and chairs. Each table was covered with a white cloth, a floral centerpiece, some water and cups, and a small sign etched with a number and letter. She scanned the room for her table, eventually finding it slightly off to the right, about halfway to the stage. 3F.
She took her seat at the currently-empty table and placed her folder down. She was grateful to no longer be carrying around her luggage, having dropped it off at her new dorm room. There was no one else there at the time, to her disappointment. That was when she parted ways with her parents. She assured them that she would be fine from there, but now part of her wished she had asked them to stay.
Waiting for the event to start, Janet began shuffling through the papers in the folder, giving only a cursory glance as to what they contained. The room was slowly filling as time passed. Janet glanced at her phone, still 35 minutes until the scheduled time.
Janet started when a hand was placed on her shoulder. She turned to her right to see a girl smiling down at her.
“Hey, you must be Janet, right?” the girl cheerfully inquired. Janet could only dumbly nod her affirmation. “I’m Rachel, your new roomy. Nice to meet you!” She held out her hand towards Janet.
“Uh... hi, nice to meet you,” Janet responded, shaking the girl’s hand. As her heart began to settle from her jump, she smiled back at her new acquaintance.
Rachel took the seat right next to Janet. “So, tell me about yourself, what are you studying here?” Rachel held strong eye contact with Janet, the friendly smile never leaving her face.
“I’m doing a double major in computer science and graphical design,” Janet responded, only able to maintain the same eye contact half the time.
Rachel’s eyes lit up. “Oh wow! So does that mean you’re like super smart? Man, I lucked out with you! You’re going to have to help me with my homework then!” she said, laughing. She saw the blush form on Janet’s face as Janet tried to stammer out an objection. “Lighten up, I’m just kidding! I do my own homework,” she said, playfully pushing on Janet’s shoulder.
Janet visibly relaxed, a genuine smile growing on her face. “What about you, what are you going to major in?” she asked in turn.
“Undecided for now. Just going to be taking some gen eds, see if something catches my interest. Until then, I’ll just live up the college dream!” Rachel explained with confidence and pride, her voice strained as she stretched an arm straight above her.
Janet couldn’t understand how people could go through life like that without a plan, but decided against saying anything.
The two carried on as such, asking each other various questions about the other. What kind of food did they like, what their hobbies were, etc. Janet was glad to find herself able to relax around Rachel. Ever since she decided on staying at the college dorm, she had been concerned that she would be placed with someone, well, incompatible, as she put it.
And that’s when Janet heard it, the most beautiful laugh she had ever heard in her life before. It came from the table just two rows away. A group of girls had just started sitting down, still gossiping to each other. Janet turned to see whom the laugh belonged to, her eyes finally spotting her. The girl was a veritable angel. She had never seen someone so gorgeous before. The entire auditorium seemed to go silent, all outside distractions seemingly miles away, as the vision of beauty sat before her eyes.
Who was this girl? Janet felt that term didn’t properly fit her. Goddess, more like. Yes, surely that was more suitable. Her very smile seemed to send shivers throughout Janet’s body. Janet could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She could only hear her laughter, but it was like the song of a siren. The tune beckoning to Janet to move closer. She only had to stand up and start walking. She only had to-
She was brought back to reality by the hand that was shaking her shoulder. “Hello, Janet? What are you doing?” Rachel asked with a slight twinge of annoyance in her voice.
Janet turned her head around to face Rachel and apologized. “Sorry. I, uh...” she began, her head returning to her object of desire. “Who is that?” she asked, mostly to herself, but still loud enough for Rachel to hear.
Rachel had to push herself up to see over Janet at what her new friend was looking at. “Are you talking about Melanie?”
Janet’s whipped her head around so fast that her hair pelted her in the face, Rachel half expecting it to detach from her body and go flying towards the ceiling. “You know her?!” Janet shouted, quickly blushing at her outburst, hoping no one else had heard.
“Easy there, sweetie, I know of her. We went to high school together.”
“Please, tell me everything!” Janet went right back to admiring her newfound inamorata, while still trying to listen intently to anything Rachel might say.
“Well... she was valedictorian of my class. Pretty much the most popular girl in the school, but doesn’t seem to let it go to her head like most people would expect. I haven’t really interacted with her much, but she seemed like a genuinely nice person. Why do you ask? Wait...” Rachel trailed off, something finally dawning on her. “Janet, are you... are you a lesbian?!” She said in a forced whisper, a look of wonder spreading on her face.
Janet’s eyes opened in shock. For once she forced her head to stay still, her cheeks turning beet red. She had let herself get so caught up in her fascination that she wasn’t aware of how obvious her actions must have been. Her mouth opened to say words, but nothing came out. She didn’t dare face Rachel. That is until she heard a burst of laughter from behind her.
“You. Are so. Adorable! Oh my god, Janet.” Rachel couldn’t stop laughing, even as Janet finally turned around and glared at her. Eventually realizing Janet’s reaction to her laughter, Rachel tried to deescalate. “It’s fine, it’s fine. I don’t care either way. I just think it’s so cute. I’ve never seen someone go to eleven like that before.” She took a moment to compose herself. “Boy, you sure do know how to pick them, though. I wish you the best of luck. You’ll probably need it.”
Janet had been looking at the table, filled with shame and embarrassment at the situation, until she heard Rachel’s last statement. A look of concern on her face, she questioned Rachel, “Why do you say that?”
“Well who knows if she’s actually seeing anyone currently, but I don’t recall hearing any rumors of her sexual orientation. Regardless, I’m sure you’ll be facing a lot of competition.”
Janet stared at her new friend with dejection. Her mind withdrew into itself, constantly going over the situation. She barely even registered when the orientation had started, and only payed half attention during. Before she knew it, the students were released unto the campus.
Janet followed Rachel back to their dorm, responding just enough to keep the conversation going when needed. Rachel, for her part, did her best to stifle her laughter every time she saw Janet’s reactions, though it didn’t help that she was also instigating the poor girl perhaps a bit too often.
At the dorm, Rachel went over the ground rules to the partly-inattentive Janet. Don’t be a slob, help with the house work, respect privacy, understand boundaries, but most importantly, don’t “...be such a killjoy, Janet.” Rachel playfully tapped Janet’s cheek.
Janet apologized for what seemed like the 50th time today. She just couldn’t get this Melanie out of her head.
And so the day wore on, Janet slowly opening up some more, mostly at the behest of Rachel. She found it easy to do so around Rachel, when she wasn’t otherwise distracted. It was a feat not many people were able to achieve with her. The two continued to gossip and learn more about each other until they both agreed to finally get some sleep.
While in bed, Janet’s mind went right back to where it was. She couldn’t continue to pester Rachel about Melanie, at least not without having to endure more friendly ridicule. At the same time, though, she realized she likely didn’t have a chance of anything happening. She lacked the confidence to even try approaching the girl. There had to be some angle she could use. Some way of obtaining the unobtainable. Perhaps...
* * *
All life seemed to wash away from Rachel as she stared at the flitting colors. Each emotion dissipated slowly together, until nothing was left. All the anger, the disappointment, the hurt, the sense of betrayal, gone within moments. Eventually all that was left was a warm, breathing body.
Janet stared at her roommate, partly relieved that things were quiet again, but also saddened at the events caused by her carelessness. She let Rachel stand there, fully motionless save for the minuscule rise and fall of her chest, as she thought back on what she had said. Despite the backlash, and the justified accusations, Rachel still trusted enough in Janet to fix this.
Janet wanted to make it right.
And then the image of Melanie popped in her head, and all Janet could say was, “I’m sorry...”
Guilt permeated through Janet, but in the end her desires won out. Getting to Melanie was too important for Janet, even if it meant she had to use her friend.
Janet placed the tablet on the table, making sure not to break Rachel’s line of sight to it while she did so. Not that it seemed to make much of a difference, but Janet had made enough stupid mistakes that day. She didn’t want to take any chances.
She straightened up and turned back to Rachel, noting that the girl had moved her head to follow the screen. She approached her carefully, placing a hand on her shoulder. She began talking, quietly. “Rachel, can you hear me?”
“Yes...” came the equally quiet reply.
“In a moment, I am going to wake you up. When I do, you will no longer be bothered by what I had done to you. I want you to be comfortable knowing that I am using my program on you. My goal was never really to change you, but I need your help. I just want you to understand that. So when I count to three, you will wake up, still feeling like yourself, but not concerned about what I had done. 1... 2...” Janet paused, and then eventually sighed to herself. “Also, whenever I say the phrase ‘drop for me’, you will return to this state of mindlessness, as if you were still staring at the program.”
“1... 2... 3...” she counted as she turned off the tablet.
Rachel’s eyes began to blink as her surroundings came into focus. She turned her head to the right and saw Janet, now seated on the couch, her head propped up by her hands. She noted the look of anticipation expressed by her roommate, contrasted with concern. “You sneaky bitch,” Rachel finally said as she stretched. She grunted as her back arched, her arms taut in the air before dropping back down to her sides. “Wow, this is kinda trippy.”
A sense of relief crept up on Janet. It was a bit early for her to tell, but at least Rachel wasn’t yelling at her. If anything, the grin on Rachel’s face was a bit unsettling to Janet.
“So,” Rachel began, “we gonna to talk about this?” She crossed the short distance to the couch and sat at the end opposite Janet, one leg over the edge, with her body held up by her elbow on the arm rest. She watched her roommate squirm, evidently unsure of how to begin.
“Do you... remember everything?” Janet tentatively asked.
“I guess so,” Rachel responded. “That’s quite the device you made. Couldn’t you have just wiped my memory or something? Man, this feels like some Twilight Zone shit...”
“I... didn’t want to do that to you. I just needed someone to test it on. If it worked, I was hoping you could help me with something afterward.” Janet felt she owed it to Rachel to be honest and open about everything. She finally looked up from the ground towards her friend. “So... you’re not bothered by all of this?” Part of her was still anticipating the anger to return.
“Well that’s the thing, I feel like I should be, but I’m not. It’s kind of hard to explain,” Rachel responded, looking up towards the ceiling. “It’s like... when you see something out of the corner of your eye. You’re so certain of what it is, even though you haven’t actually looked at it. Yet when you actually turn to look, it’s just... something else. I still have the memory of my feelings from earlier, but when I think on it... I guess I just don’t care.” Rachel shrugged.
A short silence filled the room before Rachel continued on. “So anyways, I think it’s pretty clear your mind-melter works.” Janet gave her a look upon hearing her program being referred to as such. “You said you wanted my help. Care to elaborate what it is you need?”
A small blush filled Janet’s cheeks. “Do you... remember Melanie?”
Rachel’s eyes bulged in shock at the mention of Janet’s crush, just before she doubled over in laughter. She had to defend herself from the couch pillow that was hurled in her direction. She looked up to see the anger in Janet’s eyes as she struggled to catch her breath. “Are you trying to tell me that you’ve been fantasizing about Melanie this whole time? And you actually built a mind control device? Just to get laid?! Oh, this is too good!”
Janet ran out of pillows to throw at her hysterical roommate, her anger flaring at the accusations. She looked around the room for something else to throw, but only spotted the tablet sitting on the table. Realizing she still held the upper hand, she turned back towards Rachel, “If you don’t stop, I can just use the program to make you. And I assure you there will be no remorse for anything that happens afterwards.” She did her best to look as intimidating as possible.
Still riding on endorphins, Rachel tried to stifle her laughter as she picked herself off the floor and back onto the couch. She accepted that there was no way she could remove the grin from her face. “Easy, easy, easy, now. I’ll help you,” Rachel assured her. “You just have to promise to stop acting like such an adorable lost puppy!” she added in a mocking tone, eliciting a few more giggles. Finally settling down, Rachel probed further, “So how do I fit into this? Why do you need my help?”
The angry tension brought on by the ridicule slowly subsided from Janet’s body, her face finally relaxing. “Well, I don’t really know anything about her. She’s always surrounded by people. It’s not like I can just walk up to them and use my program on her... so I was hoping maybe you’d have an in.”
“Hate to burst your fantasy, but I don’t talk to her either.”
A look of defeat fell over Janet’s face. She held her roommate’s outgoing personality in high regard, but it seemed even that had its limits. Janet felt like she was back at square one, the feeling of hopelessness filling her thoughts.
“So we just need to get her alone somehow, right?” Rachel asked, seemingly hard at thought.
Janet nodded in response while staring at the carpet, disheartened.
“And your mind-melter will work on anyone?”
Another nod. “I would imagine so.”
“So what if we use it on my math teacher?”
Janet looked up at Rachel, confusion showing on her face. “Why? What about your math teacher?”
“Well, Melanie and I are in the same math class. Maybe the teacher will be able to get her alone at some point? Plus, we could make her change my grades!” Rachel exclaimed, grinning devilishly. “Hell, why stop there? Let’s use your device on all my professors!”
Rachel could see it now, graduating college summa cum laude. Her professors showering her with praise in their recommendation letters. Maybe even toppling Melanie as valedictorian of her class. After all, she’d probably be too busy attending to Janet’s devious tendencies. Rachel wasn’t doing poorly in her classes by any means, but figured there’s always room for improvement.
Rachel was hugging a pillow, stars in her eyes, before being tackled by Janet. “Oh my god, Rachel, you’re a genius!” she exploded in excitement, finally snapping Rachel out of her own fantasies. Janet squeezed as tightly as she could, only barely containing her desire to shower her savior in kisses.
“Okay, okay, I get it, you’re welcome. Settle down, you monkey.” Rachel laughed, trying to wrestle free from Janet’s iron grip. “I don’t mean to be the bearer of bad news again, but if you’ll remember, it’s a Friday night. Ms. Gilio doesn’t have office hours on the weekend, so you’ll just have to wait until Monday. Sorry.” She continued to weakly attempt to break free from Janet.
“That’s okay, that gives us time to properly plan things out. It also gives me a chance to make this day up to you,” Janet said, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.
“Make it up to me? How?” Rachel felt apprehensive over Janet’s choice of words, and how she delivered them. Suddenly realizing what Janet could be getting at, Rachel brought her hand up to try to cover Janet’s mouth. “Hey now, don’t go—”
With a sinister grin, Janet pulled Rachel’s arm to the side, interrupting her, “Drop for me.”
Instantly all struggles from Rachel ceased as she collapsed, sprawled out over the edge of the couch. Slowly the light from the room swirled away into nothingness, along with all her thoughts.
Janet carefully repositioned Rachel, partly worried she would hurt herself with the way she was splayed out before her. She then went right back to whispering into her ear.
* * *
Rachel woke with a start, waiting for the fogginess to leave her mind. As everything seemed to settle into place, she saw Janet standing over her, grinning from ear to ear. “What happened?” She shook her head, hoping to clear the last vestiges of clouds shrouding her thoughts. She looked back up at Janet. “The last thing I remember... was talking about my math teacher, and then... oh, what did you do this time?” Rachel wasn’t sure what to expect. She was sure something happened, but it seemed obvious that Janet didn’t want her to remember what she said while she was under.
She was certain Janet was trying to enact some sort of revenge for being laughed at, but she said she was going to make it up to her. That didn’t sound like something you’d say to someone before any sort of retribution. Perhaps it was misdirection? Although that wasn’t really Janet’s style. Rachel knew she had a tendency to tease her, but for as long as she’s known Janet, the girl had always just kind of taken it. She never really dished anything back, yet now she was acting so over-the-top suspicious, Rachel knew something had to be up.
“Oh, nothing. It’s getting late, we should get to bed.” Janet said, the grin still prominent on her face. She proceeded to nonchalantly walk towards her room, no longer paying her roommate any attention.
Rachel simply stared at Janet, studying her every move. What could she have done? She didn’t feel any different, but that thought just concerned Rachel even more. She watched cautiously as Janet entered her room, the door closing behind her. With Janet out of sight, Rachel surveyed her surroundings, each of her senses in overdrive from the unknown. She couldn’t even begin to imagine what might befall her. How could she anticipate anything when she didn’t even know what was possible? She felt like she was playing a game against an experienced opponent without even knowing the rules. Janet was being so unfair!
Understanding that nothing might happen if she just stayed on the couch, Rachel contemplated doing just that. If anything, it would be a victory against Janet, if in a small way. Not playing into her hands would be the easiest way to get back at her. Of course, that meant she would be sequestered to one area of the room. For how long, though? She didn’t know if time was a factor in Janet’s plans.
Resigned to her fate of the unknown, Rachel concluded she’d still prefer not to spend the night on the couch. She stood up and tentatively made her way towards her room.
‘Okay, I made it this far’ she thought after closing the door. Rachel didn’t understand what Janet hoped to achieve, given that she wouldn’t be there to witness. They slept in different rooms. Rachel locked her door just to be sure. However, the idea that Janet didn’t have to see whatever it was she had planned didn’t help to assuage Rachel’s nerves.
With a knot in her stomach, Rachel began dressing for bed. Her shirt and pants were thrown haphazardly onto the pile in the corner of her room, her bra following shortly thereafter. ‘I guess it doesn’t involve forcing me to do laundry. That would probably be the most helpful prank ever.’ Rachel proceeded towards her dresser to grab a night shirt, quickly pulling it over her head.
She wondered if this was the revenge itself. Get her so worked up with worry about what might happen. If Janet were one to pull pranks, maybe such a sneaky backhanded one would be her style? She felt more confident in her reasoning as she approached the bathroom.
She began following her routine with increasing purpose, confident in her logic, and proud of herself for outwitting her opponent. Rachel washed her face and dried it off with a towel. She took a moment to look herself over, eventually nodding to herself in approval. She was proud of her looks, despite the effort it took to maintain them.
She reached for the floss, extruding enough to wrap around her fingers. Diligently, she made sure to work it in between every tooth. Once done, she threw the floss away and then rinsed her mouth out. Rachel grabbed the toothbrush from its holder, holding it under the water to wetten. She applied a large amount of toothpaste to the bristles and brought the brush to her mouth.
The moment the bristles brushed against her teeth, Rachel’s world shattered. Her mind exploded in ecstasy as intense pleasure radiated outwards from her crotch. Her knees buckled, her body ready to fall to the ground if not for her arm gripping the sink counter. A low guttural noise, like that of an animal, burst forth from her mouth.
Rachel brought the toothbrush away from her mouth, and instantly the sensations subsided. She looked at the head, part of the toothpaste still left on the bristles, barely touched. The rest still sitting between her cheeks, the mint creating a small tingling sensation against the soft tissue. She didn’t have to look down to know her panties were already soaked through.
Mind still recovering from the ordeal, Rachel watched as her hand brought the toothbrush closer to her mouth, seemingly of its own accord.
Her conscious brain finally making the connection, Rachel shoved the toothbrush back in. Instantly the world was lost to her once again.
Rachel used all the willpower she had to try to keep her balance, the pleasure once again rocking through her, sapping her strength. What little brain power she had was focusing on moving the brush.
If she had been able to form words, they still wouldn’t have been enough to describe the sensations she currently felt. Her hand was now on auto-pilot, scrubbing her teeth with the brush back and forth. Back, the feeling of the world’s best vibrator stimulating her clitoris. Forth, a wave of pure joy crashing through her brain. Back, like a thousand hands caressing her entire body. Forth, the perfect toy penetrating her completely. Back, forth, back, forth. Her legs finally gave out as she fell to her knees.
Rachel’s arm picked up speed, the absolute bliss seeming to increase exponentially. No longer needing to support her, her other arm released its grip from the counter and immediately found its way into her drenched underwear. Her fingers slipped into her folds with ease as she began pumping.
Unable to close her mouth, her cries escaped her throat un-stifled, the foam from the toothpaste dripping towards the floor. The girl was too lost to care.
She picked up speed, the toothbrush going every which way, the euphoria ever increasing. Her cries became screams.
If she was capable of such thoughts, Rachel might have been curious how long this could possible last. She might have wondered how something could possibly ever feel so good.
It felt like seconds. It felt like hours. Time held no meaning to her anymore. Only the brushing mattered. Only the pleasure.
A crescendo was building. Both arms moved faster than one would think possible. Her screams were louder than ever. The pleasure, the brushing of her clit, her vagina, her breasts, her mind, stronger than ever. Until, finally, everything spilled over.
Her entire body stopped moving, locked up during the most intense orgasm of her life. Her scream caught in her throat. Her eyes shot up to the back of her head as her eyelids fluttered sporadically. Her fingers were shoved as far into her as they would go. Her vision went white, with non-discernable shapes of soft colors floating about.
Rachel collapsed fully onto the floor. The foam still dripped from her mouth onto the mat beneath. Her arm fell to the side, bringing the toothbrush with it. This time, the pleasure didn’t immediately cease, but instead slowly subsided like a wave that had already reached its farthest point up the shore. Her heavy panting gradually relaxed. Rachel laid there, relishing the afterglow for minutes on end.
Shakily, she tried standing up, her toothbrush left on the mat, forgotten. She made her way towards her bedroom door, using her arms to support her on anything that was in reach: the door frame, the table, the wall. She wasn’t concerned that she didn’t take a moment to clean herself off. She opened the door, stumbling into the hallway towards the other bedroom.
Janet couldn’t believe how loud Rachel had been. It’s a good thing she had no intention of attempting sleep at the time. She had laid in bed shortly after leaving Rachel, and had simply waited. She was concerned after about five minutes, when she heard no signs of movement coming from the hallway. Did her instructions work? She had to remain patient. Her grin grew in the darkness when she finally heard the door shut.
She wasn’t expecting things to turn out so powerfully. Janet thought about how she worded her instructions, but still was left surprised at the results. Rachel always had an exaggerated imagination. Perhaps that had something to do with it?
As she contemplated everything she heard, Janet nearly jumped out of her bed when her door burst open, light from the hallway cascading across her legs. She looked up to see the silhouette of Rachel in the door, hunched over, shoulder pressed against the frame. She couldn’t make out her features, but Janet could see her shoulders moving up and down, one of her arms hanging limp on the side. All she could do was stare. She worried that she may have gone too far, given the reaction that Rachel had to her manipulations. Was she going to be mad at her?
It was Rachel that broke the silence. She had been glaring at Janet the entire time. Finally, between pants, she managed say with astonishment, “It can do that?!”