NOTE : This is my first story, something that had been bouncing in my head for a while and I wanted to give a try at writing. It starts a little slow so be patient, it's not that long.
This story contains themes of humiliation, femdom, and exhibitionism. If that's not for you, just skip it. All characters are over 18.
Reasonable feedback welcome!
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I had met Audrey on move-in day my freshman year of college, and was immediately smitten.
Our dorm was a little different from the traditional dorm style; an old building chopped up into dozens of small "suites," each suite with two bedrooms (two people per bedroom), a bathroom, and a common room. Rather than entire floors or wings being one "gender," the suites just alternated. So I had a weirdo roommate (harmless but in the months since we moved in we've barely shared more than pleasantries, despite sleeping 3 feet from each other). The other bedroom was occupied by a couple of friends who knew each other in high school and were out partying most days.
Audrey and I bonded over our mutual dislike of our suitemates. The dorm had a basement common area that was mostly just used for studying / reading. I was sitting down there doing some reading one night in the first few weeks of school and she wandered in and recognized me as her neighbor. I had noticed her a few times in the halls, and we had nodded as we passed in recognition, but hadn't yet really introduced ourselves. She came up to me and asked why I was down here instead of in my room. I rolled my eyes.
"Ugh, my roommate is playing video games and yelling at all his friends on the headset, I can barely hear myself think. How about you?"
She turned up her nose. "Mine just microwaved some fish and is watching some housewives show or something. I think if I murder her I'll be expelled so I'm hiding down here. I'm Audrey, by the way." She extended her hand.
I shook her hand, feeling a little like we were business associates or something. Is this what adults do, shake hands? "Noah. Nice to finally meet you for real."
Passing in the halls I had of course noticed her, but this was the first time I'd really taken her in. I knew she was cute, but being up close and personal I realized she was beyond cute; she was gorgeous. We were both in typical "college hangaround clothes", with me in track pants and a tee shirt, her in yoga pants and a tank top with a light hoodie. Her long light brown hair was tied back in a pony tail. She had large brown eyes and her mouth seemed to constantly be in a type of playful smirk.
If she wore makeup she wore it well, as she looked perfectly natural. She wasn't dressed provocatively by any stretch, but with her figure it was impossible not to SEEM provocative; her large breasts created a decent amount of cleavage in her tank top, which as a boob guy it took every ounce of willpower for me not to just stare the entire time she was in front of me. Her yoga pants sat low on her hips, so there was just a hint of her belly between the pants and her shirt. She just had that casual sexiness that made my throat tighten and my chest feel hot.
I wouldn't consider myself a loser, but I'm also not delusional enough to think I'm a catch, and certainly nowhere near the league Audrey was in. I was a band geek in high school, a computer science major now. Among computer science majors, I was better than most, but that's not saying much. I hadn't put on any college weight yet and occasionally worked out enough to be trim, if not fit. I'd had facial stubble since I was 16 which always made me look older, which is probably how I managed to have a high school girlfriend. I had this notion that when I got to college I'd suddenly have this new confidence and leave my shy nerd persona behind me; it was barely a week in but I could already tell I had been delusional. But Audrey's new presence in my life was at least making things look up.
That first night I think we spoke for four hours. It started just comparing roommate stories and then some getting-to-know-you chit-chat about our pasts, but we pretty quickly swerved into the kind of overly earnest life talk that only people who haven't even seen 20 years old can pull off. I looked at my phone shocked it was 1AM.
"Shit! I didn't realize it was so late. I have an 8AM class tomorrow."
She flashed that playful smirk that I was already in love with. "Well, I wouldn't want to mess up your beauty sleep. Let me have your number, we should do this again."
My brain short-circuited. Did she just ask ME for my number? "Oh! Oh, yeah, definitely." We exchanged numbers and walked upstairs together. The whole climb up the stairs my brain was racing. Should I go in for a hug at the door? The bold dude I dreamed of being would just snag a kiss, but I knew myself well enough to know I would never pull that trigger now. Bullshit mantras about friend zones had me breaking out into a sweat, worrying if I had any chance I was on the verge of blowing it on the first day.
It was all mostly moot; we got to the doors and she unceremoniously gave a wave and a "good night" and shut the door behind her. I slinked into the silence of my room -- all of my roommates were asleep or out -- and stared at the ceiling with stars in my eyes until the sun came up and I had to drag myself to class.
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I was nodding off in class the next morning when I felt my phone buzz. My heart started racing just hoping it could be Audrey... and it was. The text simply said "just kill me now" as a picture was loading below. The photo popped into view, it was half her face -- after just one day I'd recognize it anywhere -- and in the background I could see her roommate sitting at the desk in their room, clipping her toenails. I laughed out loud before I could catch myself; a few people looked up from their laptops at me as I felt my face turn red, but the allure of data structures snapped everyone back to attention despite my outburst.
I texted back. "Nothing like waking up to a stranger's feet I guess. ;-)"
A winky face? Did I really do a winky face? God I'm a dork.
She immediately responded with "hey, I don't usually kink shame, but this is too much."
Kink shame, is this flirting? Fuck, why am I so bad at this? I texted back a lame "LOL" and turned my attention back to class.
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Over the next few weeks we continued to exchange texts, and have the occasional cafeteria meal. I kept looking for some kind of opening into a romantic relationship but never felt like the time was right. Or maybe I was just afraid and trying to justify my fear. Either way, our friendship got closer, and we spent a lot of time with each other, but the only time anything romantic happened was in my head. And boy, did she spend a lot of time naked in my head. I was honestly having some chafing problems with the amount of time I've spent locked in the bathroom of my suite, picturing those beautiful eyes looking up at me with her mouth stuffed full of my cock. If possible I think I was getting MORE awkward around her than I had been before, just because I had spent so much of my time with her in every position my teenage mind could imagine.
