Carrie stood naked in her bathroom, robe on the floor around her feet. She stared into the mirror as if it might reveal the answer to the question that was nagging at the back of her mind. She shrugged it off, shaking her hair loose of its band letting it cascade over her shoulders, stepping towards the shower she said ‘I’ll talk to her tomorrow, she must be able to help.’ The she Carrie was talking about was her roommate and best friend Evian. They had known each other for almost all their lives, kindergarten all the way through high school and even following each other to this dry, hot hell hole of a university in Phoenix. She let the cold water wash over her, nothing but cold would do the heat outside was oppressive and she couldn’t afford an air-conditioning unit so this was the answer regular freezing showers, leaning back against the wall feeling her nipples go hard as she shivered. She missed the cold of her home Michigan would never have one hundred degree weather in October. She shook her head looking down at her glistening body, time in the gym had meant that Carrie had a toned athletic body nothing to be ashamed of at all. She remembered her brief spell on the gymnastics team at school where she was bullied for having large breasts, but they weren’t oversized at all, they fitted her body well and now five years later she liked her body and she knew others did too.

University had been an awakening for the two girls, coming from a small high school in a strict catholic area of Detroit, the brazenness of the Arizona girls with their short jeans and tight tops had awakened new feelings in her. The men had all been crowding round her, she remembered how on her first night a third year, Mark, had bought her drinks and she thought him sweet until he had pushed her into a corner and asked her to perform certain acts on him that as a good catholic girl made Carrie go red. She had refused to pleasure him and he had left calling her frigid. Frigid she wasn’t though, for the last three years Carrie had been touching herself, in her bed in the shower in her car, she knew how to make herself achieve an orgasm but had only once had intercourse with a boy. Harry Won, a boy in the year above her in the boys school, they had been in the cinema and had had a little to drink they stumbled out the back into a side alley and rather haltingly between fits of giggling had all of two minutes of sex, needless to say Harry had been grateful but Carrie had felt let down and alone. Since that brief fumble Carrie had abstained from further experimentation with the opposite sex, kissing another couple of boys but never taking it further. She knew that Evian was more liberal with her affections, already in three months of university she had brought seven different boys back to the flat keeping Carrie awake with their screaming. A couple of times while Evian was playing in the next room Carrie had frantically masturbated bringing herself to silent orgasms. She switched off the shower, deciding not to put on her robe she quickly crossed the hall, climbed the stairs and into her room. Carrie collapsed onto her bed, unable to stop herself thinking again about the question she had to ask Evian. She eventually fell into a fitful sleep, she always slept naked at university just another result of the Arizona heat.

The early morning sun woke her, peeking through the blinds she had forgotten to draw, she threw on a loose fitting top and grabbed a pair of cargo pants. This was Carrie’s normal dress, much to the distress of her mother who thought them too manly complaining that she would never attract a man in them. But this was partly the reason she wore them, she set out the streets quite in the dawn light. She knew where she was going; Carrie hadn’t come back from her date so she must be at David’s flat only a few blocks down the campus. An early morning jogging group powered past her shoes pounding out a strange beat almost like a heartbeat of a giant. David was a member of Sigma Tau one of the law fraternities on campus, she had been there before for a few parties always finding the guys a little pompous and arrogant. She arrived just as David was leaving, ‘Carrie’ he drawled ‘how’s you? Little one’ he always called her that because she was a little shorter than Evian, Carrie hated it. ‘Fine David, where’s Evian?’ her tone clearly telling him not to mess with her today, ‘inside precious, at least that’s where I left her’ he shot her a wink, grabbing his crotch. ‘Disgusting’ and she headed up the stairs into the hall of the fraternity building. She spotted Evian in the kitchen and made a b-line for her. ‘Evs’ she called, Evian turned smiling ‘hey you’ she said in a dreamy voice. ‘been up aaalll night’ she laughed ‘he’s a dick’ growled Carrie. ‘he certainly has a big enough one’ Evian said turning away, ‘Evs, don’t tell me that’ Carrie cried, ‘I have no wish to know about your sordid night activities’ ‘don’t be such a prude Carrie’ Evian shot back ‘I know you don’t indulge but that doesn’t make it sordid!’ ‘Sorry Evs, bad mood, I need to talk to you though seriously.’ ‘do you ever not talk seriously Carrie, it will have to be later I am late for my psych class anyway’ and with that she grabbed her satchel and ran out the house.
Carrie wandered back out, wondering what she would do. She had no classes today her biochem tutor was ill so they had inherited a few extra frees in the timetable which Carrie usually spent in the library but today her head wasn’t in it. She was worried, that was the third night in a week that Evian hadn’t made it home, and Carrie thought that she was been taken for a fool by David. She had seen the way that Evs was around him and didn’t like it, maybe she was a little jealous. Lately many of Carrie’s fantasies has involved Evian, not that she would ever admit this but lately they always seemed to contain girls, mainly girls in those tight ‘jeggings’ she said the word aloud and pensioner on a nearby bench looked up confused.