Maggie’s Slutty Journey Ch. 3.5

This was the first time I had ever cuddled with someone in bed, her body was so warm and soft against my own. I just felt so warm and safe in her arms that it wasn’t very hard to go back to sleep, even after a dream like that. Although I wasn’t sure how I felt about the dream, I mean, was I turned on…or scared that I was just taken by a literal monster. The thought slowly dissolved from my mind like a fleeting nightmare as I went back to sleep only to be woken up some time later by the morning sun breaking through the curtains and my urgent need to use the bathroom. Although when I tried to get up Natalie seemed to not want to lose her new cuddle buddy.

“Mmmm, no, just a little longer,” she mumbled still asleep, her arms hugging me close.

The way she was holding me though was making me feel like I was about to burst, “Nat, I got to pee!”

She stopped squeezing and let me slowly slip out of bed, to an unfamiliar room. It wasn’t like I was awake when I got in here, but it wasn’t rocket science to find the bathroom anyways. The bathroom was huge, with a giant tub and walk in shower that made my tiny one at home feel like a crappy outhouse. It was moments like this I really questioned how much money Natalie and her family had. When I came back into the room, more conscious than I was when I had first woken up. It was like a large studio apartment, and the view was amazing, I could see the pier and most of San Francisco from our room, it was my first time being here, so I wasn’t really sure what to expect.

Natalie began tossing in bed, like a child not wanting to get ready for school, “what time is it?”

I looked over at the clock on the side of the bed, “it’s 8:40.”

“Crap!” she quickly jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom, I heard the shower start to turn on, “Come on! We’re going to be late!”

“Late for what?”

“It’s a makeup class for one I missed, I need it or else my grade will take a hit and I really don’t want that.”

“So why am I coming with you?”

“I mean you can stay here, but, why not? It’ll be fast anyways, it’s one of my drawing classes, you may learn something.”

I mean I did want to be a graphic designer and I did tell my mom I was coming here to learn about the school Nat was going to, “ok fine, tell me when the shower is free.”

“Just get your ass in here already, we’re going to be late!”

It kind of turned me on when Natalie got all dominant like this, and I whole heartedly expected some devious little sexual plan to be going on from the moment I got in the shower. However, like a girl expecting a big “surprise!” like she was walking in on a surprise birthday party, there was nothing. Just Natalie, washing her hair and waiting for me to come in with her. In fact, nothing sexual happened at all, we barely even touched while in there, except for a few accidental brush ups while we watched our own naked bodies. A part of me was almost disappointed that nothing happened at all.

We got dressed, in very normal clothing, sans underwear of course, rushed down a very extravagant hallway into an equally luxurious hallway that made me feel very underdressed and right into an uber that took us to a building downtown. Nat explaining to me that her school was actually a series of buildings that were bought downtown and each being a place where classes were taken. I didn’t really understand it, actually I did, but I just wasn’t paying attention because I was too distracted taking in everything in the area never being to San Francisco before. Being a “small town girl” this was the first major city I had ever stepped foot into and it felt kind of…overwhelming.

When we finally got to our destination, Natalie stepped out and like a mother late for work, which I guess made me the child, she grabbed my hand as we sprinted into the building. I passed by a few people, a really cute guy in the hallway that made me blush as he made eye contact with me and a few cliché artsy girls in black since I guess the classes in this building which from something I think Nat said were, “mostly for the artsy emo kids.”

Through a door and into a studio classroom, I felt very nervous, like it was my first day of school with the added stress of not being a student there and hoping it wasn’t going to upset the teacher. I also didn’t know where to sit, what was going to happen, all that was around were a bunch of chairs with easels and a small wooden stage that was lit with a box, some chairs, throw pillows and blankets. I wasn’t sure if they were getting ready to draw furniture or learning how to design a living room on a college budget.

“Hey, Maggie, come here!” Nat’s words brought me out of my nervous confusion, “this is Mr. Lampman, our teacher, Mr. Lampman, this is my frind Nat who I said I would bring.”

Bring me? I was very confused on what was going on now, I thought this was just a class that she needed to retake or make up for, or something. I was getting frazzled now and was suspecting that Natalie was up to something. Even if she had to take this class to make it up, she seemed like the two birds with one stone type and I started to worry about what was about to happen next.