The dorm room was silent, and the light was low. Julie was studying confusing concepts in the theoretical physics textbook.
She kept the light low because her roommate, Bonnie, had gone to bed.
An hour ago, Bonnie had slapped her calculus books shut, giving up for the night. She had said it was time for some relaxation.
Meanwhile, Julie studied on. She highlighted in yellow the key lines of text, important terms were in green, and confusing paragraphs in pink.
She was rereading a section on electromagnetism when there was a soft hizz-ing. It was so soft that she thought the interior fan had started on her laptop, which was a few feet away.
Listening still, the sound was different. The fan was mechanical, but the hizz was like the tiny buzz of a house fly, or like the hum running along charged power lines.
More intrigued by it and less by theoretical physics, Julie set down her yellow highlighter and craned her neck. Her eyes squinted as she listened.
Not the air conditioner.
Running water from the sink in the bathroom. She and Bonnie shared it with two girls in the adjoining dorm room.
Who left that on—wasting water?
She walked into the bathroom. However, the sink was dry as was the shower.
“What in the world is that noise?” she mumbled.
She paused to listen again. There was no hizz there.
She plopped onto her bed. Rubbing her eyes, she said, “Maybe I need some sleep.”
She glanced at Bonnie, who looked to be dreamily content.
Julie took off her shorts, her shirt, and tiny bra. She slid into a long night shirt with U.C. embroidered on the front.
Having turned off the lamp, she tugged the warm blanket to her chin but stuck her feet out to keep cool.
Then there again was the hizz.
She didn’t move, except for her eyes—which weren’t very useful in the dark. They darted to different corners in the dark room and to the few dim lights—a small digital clock, a speck of red light from a charging Bluetooth speaker, the glow of the streetlight on the closed curtains.
The hizz continued, barely audible now.
“Psst, Bonnie, Bonnie,” she whispered. “Do you hear something making a noise?”
Bonnie didn’t answer. But Julie heard her bed squeaked as she moved. Then the hizz was gone.
“Bonnie, is that you?” Julie asked again, softly. “What was that?”
“Quiet. I’m trying to sleep,” Bonnie finally said.
“But did you hear that sound—like a buzz or something?”
“Shh,” Bonnie said.
“I need to know what that sound was. I don’t want yours or my phone to be dead in the morning.”
“It’s not that. Go to sleep—or study some more,” Bonnie said. “You’re quieter when you study with the lights on.”
“I can’t study.”
“You can read, or something, on your phone. Just don’t talk. You mess me up.”
Julie sat upright in her bed. “What, mess you up?”
“Go, next door. See Marti. Talk to her.”
“Are you upset?”
“I will be in two seconds, if I don’t get some peace.”
Julie resettled deep under her blanket, tucking her feet under it too.
What did I do? she thought. I was being nice. What if her laptop or tablet was glitching, I bet she would want to know now and not tomorrow. And then she’d be mad.
Frustrated, Julie went to her neighbors’ room.
Marti was surprised seeing her. “What are you doing up? It’s 1.”
“Only wanted to say hi. Can’t I do that?” Julie said, as she plopped down on Marti’s bed.
“At this hour?” Marti asked.
“Julie, you are always welcome to visit us,” Kara interrupted.
“Yes, yes, you are. But at 1—it’s so unexpected,” Marti said. “You like your bedtime routine.”
“Yea, but Bonnie seemed to want some time alone. She was a bit mean.” She shrugged. “Kara, what are you reading?”
“Oh, nothing you’d know. It’s a little spicy story.” She waved the book like a fan.
“Bonnie’s in a bad mood?” Marti asked.
Julie bobbed her head side to side unsure if “bad mood” was, in fact, exactly correct. “Just giving her some alone time.”
“We are all jammed in these rooms,” Kara said.
“I bothered her by asking about this little noise. A tiny buzz—more like a hizz. I asked her if she heard it too, but she only told me to be quiet.”
“Bonnie can be a little touchy now and then,” Marti said.
“I hope it wasn’t, or isn’t rather, a new problem with our laptops or other things,” Julie said.
“Better check. Don’t want those broken,” Kara suggested. “How would we survive without them?”
“We’d have to hold books to read them. I hate the idea of that effort,” Marti said.
Kara tossed her spicy novel onto her bed. “I don’t mind holding a book. It’s better than a phone.”
“It’s so old fashioned,” Marti countered. “And they’re heavy—especially these textbooks. I’ve read that textbooks, on average, weigh between two and seven pounds.”
“That’s more than I lift at the gym,” Kara said.
“Anyway,” Julie said, pulling their conversation back the topic, “want to try to hear that sound and figure out what the sound is? If you don’t hear it, then I can go to bed, calling myself crazy.”
The three girls tip-toed through the shared bathroom. They remained silent and still at the doorway.
“Ah, I hear it.” Kara only mouthed the words.
Marti perked up too. She pointed at her ear and nodded.
Julie was glad that she alone wasn’t insane.
They backed up into the other room.
“So what is it?” Julie asked.
“Did you leave a window open? Could be a house fly,” Kara said.
Marti didn’t agree. “Too steady, too mechanical to be a fly.”
“Then what is it?” Julie squeezed her fists. “Not knowing is going to drive me crazy. I can’t sleep until I know—I won’t sleep!”
“You are too high-strung. It really doesn’t matter,” Marti said.
“Yeah, calm down. Take a deep breath. Smile.” Kara breathed in and then exhaled slowly as she urged Julie should do.
“I am not high-strung. It’s just that I’m curious. I want to know. That’s all.”
“That’s everything!” Marti said, laughing.
Kara came behind Julie to massage her shoulders. “Relax. If it’s a tech problem, you will soon get the answer, trust me.”
“And if it isn’t?”
“Then … well,” Kara began but kneaded Julie’s shoulders harder.
Julie’s tension eased. Her head wobbled atop of her neck. Her shoulders slumped. She lazily muttered, “I care what it is.”
Soon the room was quiet, except for moans from Julie, until Marti interrupted.
“Do you ever relax like that? I mean, like, to release?” she asked Julie.
“I guess so,” she said, still lazily.
“Not relaxing by reading or listening to music. Not by art. I’m talking about something a little more, um, basic to a happy life.”
“I still don’t understand,” Julie said, with her eyes closed.
“Ever had a toy?” Kara asked.
“When I was a kid, a Barbie.”
Kara giggled at the answer.
Marti began to snicker too. She understood Kara’s question.
“She means …” Marti began. Kara stopped her.
“Lay back. Keep your eyes closed,” Kara said.
Julie lay on her back on the verge of sleep.
Meanwhile, Kara pointed to the storage bin that was under her bed.
Marti opened it and found several special things tucked among the clothes.
Marti brought out a pair of pink beads. Kara shook her head. Marti showed her a wand, and, again, Kara shook her head.
Marti dug around some more and brought out a purple device that fit in the palm of her hand.
Kara nodded with a wink.
Marti took over gently massaging Julie, first at her temples and then the crown of her head.
Kara pressed a button on the purple device and there came a whisper-soft buzz. She moved her hands under Julie’s nightshirt, trying not to touch her thin legs, which might ruin everything if Julie was riled awake.
Once Kara’s hands had made essentially a tent under Julie’s nightshirt, Julie shivered from a soft breeze, but she remained relaxed and sleepy.
Kara brushed the vibrator between the girl’s legs. She kept moving the vibrator over Julie. She knew she had found that special spot when Julie jolted.
Immediately, both Julie’s body and mind awoke. Her legs stiffened, toes fanned out, eyes popped open. Julie yipped. She shoved her hands into her lap—a natural reaction to protect from the unexpected feeling.
Marti pulled Julie’s arms to her sides.
“It’s okay, Julie, rest and enjoy it,” she said, massaging with more pressure.
“But I shouldn’t,” Julie objected.
“Yes, you should,” Marti said.
Julie, however, closed her eyes.
Kara upped the level of vibration top a stronger setting.
“Ahh!” Julie howled with a wince on her face. “Goodness, what is that?”
“Spread your legs a little,” Kara said. “It’s fun.”
Julie didn’t though. She objected, “I’m waiting for my husband to do this. I can’t with girls. I’m not a lesbian.”
“This isn’t sex and you’re not a lesbian, if you don’t want to be. This is a new course I’m teaching called Non-Theoretical Physics. These physics are real.”
“But masturbation, I’ve been told is bad. It leads to bad things,” Julie said.
Julie felt the vibration disappear. It was replaced with fingers tugging at the elastic band of her panties.
“Lift up your butt,” Kara said. “Let’s get direct attention.”
Julie obliged, and a moment later, there were fireworks and smooth honey all around Julie. Then a shiver hit her like she had been dropped into freezing water. With her eyes closed tightly, it was as if her favorite butterflies were fluttering all around her.
Julie adjusted Kara’s hands to the right side of her clit. A moment later, Julie gave a guttural groan. A confetti cannon exploded. The shiny confetti was showering over her.
She soon curled up, content.
“She had never done that before?” Marti asked surprised.
“A conservative girl.”
“Was that your Lily 3?”
“Yea. It worked, right?”
“I’ve not seen it before.”
“This is travel-size, kind of subtle. I don’t want huge toys here—at least not until I get to know everyone, especially—.” And she pointed at Julie.
Marti examined the hand-sized Lily. She pressed the buttons to the highest vibration setting.
To girls’ surprise, Julie dreamily said, “There’s that hizz again. What is it?” However, she remained curled and content.
Both girls looked at each other.
Kara tucked a lock of dark hair behind Julie’s ear.
“Go to sleep. We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”
“I want to …” She yawned. “… to know.”
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