10 Aug 2010
Dearest Mia,
I’m using the several thousand miles between us as an opportunity to start my letter writing hobby. I think as a generation we lack the romance of a hand written letter being delivered through the post. That being said, it also gives me the chance to perfect my English language skills and feel a bit more Jane Austen-esque. J (Damn it. I almost wrote a smiley face there.) I also think you get more out of a handwritten letter than Facebook, Skype or email. Plus I’m finally using all that fancy stationary I like to buy but think is too nice to use.
I’m going to miss you so much this year. At least through the summer we could get the train and visit each other. Now you’re a seven and a half hour flight away. But don’t take being apart as a negative – I’m so excited for you Mia. I wish I had the courage (and brains) to go study abroad for the year. It’s going to be brilliant; being away from your folks, hotter climate, on campus parties and best of all LOTS OF FIT AMERICAN HOTTIES.
I’m so jealous!
I can see it now, a tanned buff Adonis with sun-streaked hair and blue eyes sweeping you off your feet and relinquishing you of your chastity. (Goodness, I have been reading too much of my Mum’s Mills and Boon!) And don’t roll your eyes at this paragraph – you know how I feel about this Mia.
I know you love me and feel like the distance shouldn’t have played a part in us splitting, but PLEASE don’t let that be an excuse for you to close off from people. If you really want what is best for me (and more importantly, yourself) then do me the biggest favour and use this experience to come out of your shell. Be (more) brave, adventurous and courageous.
You’re a sexy little thing so stop denying it. Release yourself to the world...or the hot boys at least. You better not come back still a boy-virgin or there will be hell to pay.
And don’t worry about me either. You know I’ll be fine here with our not-as-deep talent pool. There must be some boys left here that I haven’t kissed yet! I think this time I’ll stay away from my usual type – poser arseholes. My brother’s mate Kevin is moving here for uni and I know he has lots of sexy mates in his band.
I’m trying my best not to make this a mushy letter since I know how anxious you’re feeling, so I’ll give you my best “Frankie Advice” I can think of at the moment.
1. Do what I do - always say YES. (Unless it’s for class-A drugs or a night with Miley Cyrus. I despise her.)
2. Remember a rubber is a condom, not an eraser. So if you’re going to be doing the dirty then always use one. A condom that is.
3. If you meet Justin Timberlake give him my phone number.
4. Find out if the hazing really is like what they make it out to be on porn websites and if it is I’ll be immigrating tomorrow.
5. Last of all – HAVE FUN.
Miss you loads already and love you so much!
(Your)
Frankie xxx
P.S. You can thank me later for the care package.
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Beep-beep-beep-beep-beeeeep-beeeeeep. Beep-beep-beep-beep-beeeeep-beeeeeep.
The staccato noise emanating from the alarm clock woke Mia up unexpectedly; startled she lifted her head to look for the damned machine. Unfortunately, the force of the hangover induced headache pushed her back down to her pillow. Thanks for the Jäger-bombs Norah, she thought to herself as she tried to make light of the night before. Propping herself up with her elbow, Mia slowly took a few sips of water from the glass resting on the bedside table before switching off the alarm.
From that angle she could see Norah’s unmade bed empty. Norah, Mia’s hyperactive Irish flatmate, was on a mission to push Mia’s alcohol tolerance to the limits. The constant stereotypical Irish jibes passed in Norah’s direction didn’t even make a difference. Ahh well, I may be hung-over but at least I’m by myself. 15 bloody days! Ignoring the mild pounding in her temples, Mia leaned over the edge of her bed and pulled out the purple and black damask gift box that her best-friend and ex-girlfriend Frankie had sent over on Mia’s first week in Massachusetts.
Unlike the care packages Mia received from her parents containing the most missed items from Scotland, Frankie’s package contained items of a more promiscuous nature. The contents included condoms of almost every variety and size, massage oils, lubricant, coconut moisturiser, the book Sex 365: A Position for Every Day and a small discreet vibrator in the shape of a lip-stick. Finding herself alone for the first time in over a fortnight, Mia thought she should take the opportunity while it lasted.
Just thinking about being able to play with herself for the first time since she arrived in the States made the pounding in her head seem to disappear. Mia picked out the small vibrator and switched it on for the first time. It buzzed with a low vibration until she twisted the base again and the frequency increased. Feeling the quivering device in her hand made Mia’s skin tingle and it didn’t take long for her to notice the moisture increasing between her legs.
Mia made a quick double check that the door was locked before removing her pyjama shorts and vest. She slid under her sheets enjoying the feel of cotton against her naked skin. Her hands started to roam all over her soft petite body and then focused on her pert breasts. At 21, Mia was now content with her bra size (a decent 32D) even if she thought there could be improvement in other areas of her body.
Mia bit her bottom lip as she relished the feeling of her nipples hardening at her touch. It wasn’t long before her hands moved lower down her torso, over her flat tummy then to her thighs. She spread her legs slowly, trying to tease herself before letting her hands explore her inner thighs, working their way to her wet little pussy.
Slipping her fingers between her slit she moaned out at the welcome exploration. Mia used her fingers to tease her clit slowly before sliding them further down to her little hole, then right back up again. She picked up her new toy and switched it on. Her heartbeat increased along with her excitement she rubbed the vibrating gadget up and down her clit. Trying her best not to make too much noise she turned her face into her pillow in order to muffle her moans.
Her clit started to throb and Mia realised it wasn’t going to take long before she came. She turned the speed up higher and pressed the vibrator harder into her clit. She used her free hand to pinch her hard nipples, her brow furrowed as the release she was waiting for the last 15 days was now approaching.
She could fell her heart beat increase and the wetness trickle down her slit. Letting out a long, stifled moan into her pillow Mia’s body collapsed in delight as she reached orgasm. Her clit was too sensitive to take any more from the vibrator. After switching it off, Mia lay back and relaxed in post-orgasmic bliss.
BUZZZZZ BUZZZZZ BUZZZZZZZZZZ
Shit!
Almost catapulting out of bed Mia threw on her vest and PJ bottoms, deciding to forego looking for a jumper or cardigan as the impatient buzzing persisted. Not even thinking to ignore the door buzzer, she ran down the stairs to the front door of the campus apartment.
‘ Eff sake – I heard you the first time asshole.
BUZZZ-Mia threw open the door. The discontentment of having her post-masturbation-chill out-time interrupted by an inpatient mail man was made known by the frown on her face.
“You Norah Moran?”
“No, she’s not here just now.” Mia replied abruptly, the hangover was kicking in again. She was just about to close the door over before he spoke again.
“So you must be Mia Daly then? I’m the RA. I’m here for an unscheduled inspection.” Mia looked over the man standing at her door. He was tall (around six foot) and surprisingly young - maybe 20-21 in her estimation. He was dressed in a matching black cap and polo shirt with the university’s emblem on it and was holding an official looking clipboard. As well as that, he was, by all accounts a hottie - not that she took much notice. Still in shock of the interruption she realised that she hadn’t even so much as glanced in a mirror before answering the door.
“Wait we weren’t told about this.” Mia replied hoarsely, squinting at the sunlight outside and trying to pat down her dark brown tresses.