College room mates

intriguess

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(as this will be an FF thread I will be writing in first person)

I was taking summer classes, partly for credit, partly because the teacher was kind a cute, but mainly so I wouldn't have to go home and have to live with my evil step mother. Plus it was getting harder to hide the fact that I was attracted to both men and women. I was hoping to have a room to myself, the better to masterbate in, but I was going to have a room mate. I wavered between hoping she wasn't a total bookworm or slut, and secretly hoped she was a shy little thing I could have fun seducing.

Then again if all else failed my lit proffesseor was extremely hot and I was going to be 21 in a few weeks.






OOC so open to a female room mate, the male prof MAY come into the story later if we want.
 
I couldn't believe I got to go to college 3 months early!
I know, that sounds silly, maybe even sad, but I hated high school, and I had only a couple real friends.
I guess I held some vain hope that I'd become popular. But, really, I just wanted to get away, learn alot, about myself, too.
I knew my room-mate was a couple years older than me, and I guess I wanted to impress her, make her think I wasn't a kid, so I suppose I was kind of dressed up when I got there, pink camisolle under a white mens shirt, grey miniskirt and black pantyhose and heels. My curves looked, if I do say so myself, pretty nice.

It made carrying even just my laptop a little difficult as I just wasn't used to dressing this way. I felt wobbly, and exposed, but good, too.
and I think the pink and white accented my scarlet hair, too.
I knocked on the door and opened it.
 
My long dark hair was tousled, it was a pain at times to deal with. I yawned and stretched before answering the door wondering who in their right mind would be interupting my precious postorgasm afternoon nap. Not that anyone on the floor had any idea what I was doing, but they know from 2-6 I wasn't available unless I was in class, library, or having dinner. Little did they know that it was not just 2pm that I set aside for self delight but also 2am. It helped me unwind and sleep. I was wearing a knit tank top, clinging to the full curves of my unencumbered breasts, a pair of very short silky boxer shorts barely covered my full ass. I yawned again as I opened door, and stared at the prim yet sexy looking young thing at my door. "Can I help you?" I looked her over, being rather obvious about my interest.
 
She was confident, I knew that the moment she opened the door. She wasn't at all fat, but not some tiny anorexic stick of a girl either, which made me feel better about my own curves. I thought we'd be able to share clothes. If she wanted.
I could feel her eyes wander over me. Was she sizing me up? Trying to figure out if I would be a threat to her with her boyfriend? I really had no idea how any of this worked.
And there was a...scent in the air, something enticing, but I couldn't say for sure what.

"Um, hi! I'm Claire, your room-mate for the summer, I guess."
I smiled and straightened up and held out my hand.
I really wanted to impress her, somehow.
 
"Dana," I shook her hand, resisting the urge to kiss it, not yet, and not where we could be seen I liked idea of her being a secret sex toy. I moved a little allowing her to see the room. "Do you prefer being on top or bottom?" The room was fairly large as a two person room, with a nice set of closests, dressers, desks, and a set of bunk beds.

I ran my fingers through my hair, enjoying the view from behind as I wondered if she had any idea what I was thinking, I doubted it, she seemed if not naive, then definetely inexperienced. At least I'd put my toys away, no need letting her know more then she needed to.
 
Her hand was warm and welcoming and she seemed really nice.
"Nice to meet you, Dana! I'm fine either way. But I'm betting you've been on the bottom, since you've been here a bit."
I left my suitcase leaning against a wall, tossed my laptop onto the top bunk and hopped up, dangling my legs over the edge. Really, my feet just ached.
"Did I wake you? You look like you were napping. I've been known to nap a summer's afternoon away myself."
My shoes dangled from my toes.
When she looked at me, though, I felt like I was 13, not like I'd just turned 18. She was just so much more confident and mature than me. This is the kind of friend I need.
 
"I take a little siesta at 2, and often don't bother getting dressed til dinner time. Luckily my class is in the morning." Despite th fact that she was up high on the top bunk, I felt perfectly in control. I stretched again, feeling my breasts rub against the material, my nipples begining to protrude. "I'm going to hit the showers, so you can unpack. Then if you havne't had a tour, I'd be happy to show you around?"

I grinned glad it was Thursday and I had plenty of time to loosen up my room mate before classes started on Monday. I grabbed my shower caddy and a towel, and with a wink left Claire to settle in.
 
Her wink made me blush, for some reason. She was just everything I wasn't.
Once she was gone, I couldn't help but laugh a bit to myself at how 'star struck' I was.
I let my shoes drop to the floor, and then slipped off the bunk to unpack.
I didn't bring much with me, figuring I'd pick more stuff up after summer session, so it didn't take long.
I looked around the room, and saw a framed collage of photos. Dana with a couple of different guys, a couple of girls, god, did this girl even KNOW anyone who wasn't attractive?
I laughed again.
I peeked in her closet, and saw all her amazing clothes. Looks like she went clubbing alot. I wanted her to take me with her one night.
I found myself wondering how I'd look in some of the skimpy things she had. How she might look.
 
I used the big handicap shower, there was no one who was handicapped on the floor anyway. I slowly lathered up my body thinking of how long it might take to get my new room mate to share a shower with me. i washed my hair and turned the shower off, my nipples now achingly hard, but I didn't mind. I wrapped a well worn towel around my body and headed back to the room. I used my key and enjoyed the view of Claire looking around.

I noticed her reaction, and plunked my stuff down and sat in my chair and began applying lotion to my soft skin, starting at my feet and working my way up. Letting the towel fall as I rub lotion into my neck then down to my breasts, pretending I was oblivious to my room mate's presence as I half closed my eyes smoothing lotion into my soft breasts, my dark wine colored nipples feeling much better with a little attention.
 
I probably blushed when Dana's towel fell off. It wasn't that I'd never seen another girl's body before. I wasn't raised in a box. But usually it was either after gym, or someone I knew very well.
Not some gorgeous woman I'd just met.
And usually she wasn't running her hands all over herself.
I busied myself neatening my closet, but I kept glancing over out of the corner of my eye at her. Did my body look like that? How soft was her skin? I think our breasts looked similar.
I tried to imagine being that comfortable.
 
Dana stood up and lotioned up her back, showing off her flexibility. She moved over to her dresser, noticing that Claire hadn't freaked out. Definetly a point in the right direction, I pulled out a silky pair of lavender panties and matching bra and slowly getting dressed. I slipped on a super short flirty black skirt, and a barely there sheer black top.

I ran a comb through my hair before twisting it up off my neck revealing a tattoo. I glanced at the clock. "Hungry?" I ask turning towards her, wondering if she always dressed like that. It was almost five and the cafeteria would be fairly empty since classes hadn't started yet.
 
I couldn't help but wonder if she always dressed like that.
Did she always look spectacular? Probably. I decided that if I managed to find a boyfriend, I should probably not bring him back to the room for a while. I wondered what her tattoo was.

She asked if I was hungry, and, playfully, in my best southern drawl, I replied
"Why I do declare, Ms. Dana, are you askin' lil ol' me out to dinnah?"
 
"Would you prefer to dine in?" I said in a silky tone glancing at her in a food sort of way. "I figured you need to know where to get food, no point in starving yourself this summer. Running around campus gives ample opportunity to scam off those extra rich chocalate dessert calories."

I turned and put on a silvery shade of lipstick, "So what class are you taking this summer?"
 
"You lead and I'll follow. I never say no to desert!"
Which, of course, is a lie every girl says.
"I'm actually taking two. Contemporary Lit, and Physical Art, which is kinda like a mix of dance and photography and anything else they can fit in.
Thats a great color of lipstick for you! Its very bold."
 
I was a little surprised at her classes, considering she seemed to be fresh out of high school. Then again perhaps she'd picked up the classes as they were only available or so she would be taking the intro classes with her peers. I grinned and laughed, "Dark lipstick is so fucking obvious, don't you think?" I snagged my denim purse, one of those cute little things that held everything and went with everything.

I walked beside her to the cafeteria, except for the stairs where I took the lead. As I figured the cafeteria was fairly empty, most students still dealing with working nights, or moving in their stuff, and assorted other details.

"So this is food central," I winked a lanky blonde guy wearing an apron. "If you time it right you can get excellent Service." The guy waved and blushed slightly as they moved away. "The beverages are usually good, but don't trust anything that is nearly empty or really full." Dana picked out a few things, and then opted for two desserts, a thin slice of turtle cheesecake, and a decadently frosted slice of carrot cake.

"Most of the fruits are good for snacking on, and if you know the right people, you can get a sack lunch to kill for."
 
I smiled to myself. I knew that Dana would have the male population here wrapped around her little finger
I grabbed a salad, a hotdog, and a piece of luscious chocolate cake.
We took a seat at a smallish table and I watched her eat. She was a mix of ravenous beast and delicate princess, especially with her cake.
I laughed and nibbled nervously at my own food until I got to my cake.
I took a massive forkfull and just sank into happiness.
"Oh, I think I'm going to like lunch a lot."
 
"Well with your classes, you shouldn't have much trouble eating what you want." I thought about all the things I would like to eat, which included Claire herself, as well as one of the wait staff that I'd been toying with during the Spring semester, and of course my smoking hot Lit professeor. My attention turned once again to Claire as I finished my lunch and made a show of licking and sucking my fingertips as several guys were watching.

I wasn't exactly a slut, after all I knew how to enjoy myself. I did however enjoy oral attention from both genders and was quite talented when I chose to share my attention. I liked fucking, when done right, and it was the rare student or teacher who'd actually fucked me, though I had fucked more than my share as I enjoyed the power position and had a variety of toys.

"I'll show you the library as well as the gym, and the best places to scope hard bodies."
 
I watched her clean her fingers. Dana was...catlike, in a way.
Very much a sensual girl.
I smiled and licked a big dollop of chocolate frosting off my fingertip.
"See, now your lipstick is all messed up"
I chuckled
"I'll probably be spending alot of time at the gym. But I like it. I may not be skinny, but my curves are nice and firm from dancing and the stairmaster"
I gave my thigh a nice hard slap to demonstrate.
 
"There is a delicate balance between firm and soft," I chuckled, "at least most of the time, there are certain things I like soft, and certain things I definetly prefer to be firm." I brush invisible crumbs off my breasts before standing up. I take my tray and saunter over to the disposal area. I flirtingly wink at the poor guy working, who was undoubtedly pretty darn worked up from the vision of the two of us. "It's a good thing I carry the perfect shade with me." I smile and pull out a lipstick and apply a shimmery plum gloss onto my lips.

I continue the tour, taking every opportunity to touch Claire in some small wall, brushing by her in small areas, touching her back to guide her along the way. We ended up at the beach volleyball courts. I whisper, "I like to watch. I prefer getting hot and sweaty in a one on one encounter." I murmur suggestively.
 
I half-giggle and blush deep red at Dana's remark. I noticed that she'd been getting very friendly, tiny touches, and smiles.
It made me feel good.
This beautiful, confident girl who seemed to want to be my friend, it was just really nice.
I slipped my hand into hers, smiled brightly. "I think we are going to be good roomies!"
When she smiled back, I could tell why all the boys we bumped into seemed so enthralled.
 
Over the next day I managed to flirt and tease my room mate as much at those around me. It was Friday night and we were going out, the crowd would be light, mainly students who were taking summer classes or had to work for the summer. I got dressed, wearing a clingy top that showed off a lacey bra that clung to my curves like a second skin, my flirty skirt showed off my firm ass and I made sure that Claire knew I wasn't wearing any panties without saying a word.

"Just bring your keys and ID, we won't be paying for drinks tongith."
 
Dana had been really affectionate and playful all day, a badgirl big sister, I think. And certainly shameless about showing off her body and using it to get what she wanted. I decided to show off for her, I guess. To show her that I could work it as well as she could.
I got dressed behind the closet door and emerged wearing a top that curved perfectly to my breasts and stopped an inch or two above my belly button. My black skirt was tight, almost spandex tight, and not too short, but I knew that when I sat on a stool or crossed my legs, it would ride up to show a nice bit of bare thigh above the tops of my black stockings which had patterns all up and down my legs.
"I find that the boys like these sorts of silky things, don't you?" I said, coyly, while doing the strap of my pump around my ankle.
"Gonna show me a good time tonight, little miss?" in my southern drawl again.
I couldn't help but laugh a bit.
 
"Men like whatever makes us look available," I chuckled and we were off. It was fun, I knew she was underage but the bartender was lenient towards college IDs and someone she kept up with me for each set of drinks guys bought us. We danced together, I used the opportunity to continue touching and flirting with her, which only got us more drinks.

A group of frat boys were headed over, and I whispered playfully in her ear as I placed my hand on her thigh. I glanced over at the boys and kissed Claire on the mouth, a soft inviting kiss. I looked back to see the guys in various states, some stunned, some drooling, most of them hard up.
 
Dana was right. After getting in, we paid for nothing. On top of that,
she can dance! Well, not quite as well as I can, but her body moved
wonderfully with mine. A couple times my hand found her bare thigh
and pulled her closer, teasingly.
I was a little surprised when she kissed me, though, and I know I was
blushing after and my skin tingled all over. Glancing to the crowd, it
looked alot like a couple of the boys might keel over right then and there.
And I felt the same.
And I also felt the power this gave us over them, almost as intoxicating as
the booze.
I shifted my legs, my thighs slowly closing over Dana's hand, keeping it there, not letting her go. I didn't know why. I told myself it was to mess with the boys.

"I have an idea," I whispered. "Bite me right here along my neck. That should
drive'em nuts!"
 
I smiled beguiling, and moved my head over your neck and with a glance at the pack of men watching us gave a luscious love bite over her pulse. I enjoyed the way her pulse leaped at the touch, feeling her excitement as my fingers stroked the soft skin along her inner thigh. The night was a success, and by the time we stumbled back to our room, I was glad I had a high tolerance for alcohol.
 
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