Ch. 1 -- Moving into the Dorm
My name is Cynthia, but I sometimes go by Cindy, especially when I let my hair down and start to have a good time. I grew up in Jefferson, Iowa, a small, conservative, rural town, and graduated from high school in the 70's (you do the math!) with 121 kids in my class (go Rams!). Jefferson's claim to fame is the 168 foot tall Mahanay bell tower in the town square. I remember watching them build it in the 1960's using a giant crane to lift pieces into the sky as it grew. Dad was a mechanical engineer for a local manufacturing company and Mom stayed at home to look after me and my two brothers, one older and one younger.
I was a good girl growing up, and really wanted to make my parents proud. You know the drill: good grades, cheerleader, church youth group, girl scouts. I did date in high school but didn't have a serious boyfriend until my senior year. I was convinced that I would save my virginity until I was married, but the night of my 18th birthday just a week before heading off to college, I gave in to my boyfriend Alex's advances because I was sure that he was 'the one' and had sex for the first time in the backseat of his car parked on a country road. After he was finished, I started crying and he took me home, where I just laid in bed until morning, worrying about what I had done and wondering what the big deal was, because other than a little bit of pain at first, I really hadn't felt much at all during the roughly 30 second ordeal, other than guilt.
As you might have guessed, when I made it clear to Alex that I wasn't interested in having sex with him again, he broke up with me. It was almost a relief because we were headed to attend different colleges and I was certain that he would start to see other girls anyway. So, I renewed my vow of 'chastity,' and got ready to go to college about 30 miles away at Iowa State University where I planned to study Computer Science. I was very excited about it and was looking forward to meeting the girl who had been assigned to be my roommate in the dorm, Tammy, who was from a big high school in Des Moines.
Time came to head to college that fall, so we packed up my stuff in the family pickup truck on the Sunday before classes were to start and my parents drove me to college. My dorm room was on the 3rd floor and the old dorm building didn't have any elevators, but we managed to get everything carried up in a couple of trips. Mom made my bed as Dad and I unpacked my two suitcases and carefully hung things on one side of the closet and used only two of the five dresser drawers as I wanted to make sure I left plenty of room for Tammy's things when she showed up; I was a little disappointed that she wasn't there yet to let my parents meet her. By the time we had finished unpacking and saying our goodbyes with plenty of tears (even Dad!), it was getting late, so I decided to just go to bed. Classes didn't start for a couple of days, and I wasn't feeling very social, so I locked my doom room door, curled up in my bed, and listened to the noises of my new home for the coming school year.
There was lots of noise coming through the door from the hallway, but after a while, I could hear creaking noises through the wall from the dorm room next door. Rhythmic creaking noises, then banging against the wall with the same tempo. I began to hear a girl's voice, quiet in the beginning, then louder and with more urgency. I couldn't make out any words at first, but then words began to emerge from the background noise. "Yes, Yes, give it to me baby. Fuck me, baby. I missed you so bad. Fuck me with your big black cock, Fuck me!" Then a man's voice, "Oh god I missed you this summer. Yes, you feel so tight. So wet. You feel sooo fuckin' good." The banging and the voices continued for a few more minutes before their voices merged into a harmonious cry of release and the noises from the hallway once again became the dominant noise in my room.
At this point in my life, I had never seen any porn and while some of the girls in high school talked about how much they liked sex, I always thought they were just bragging and trying to seem cool. My personal experience and the little bit of talking I had done with my mother on the subject after I got my first period made me think that sex was just a chore that needed to be done to satisfy your husband, not something to be enjoyed. But the girl next door certainly seemed to be enjoying herself and I noticed that by the end of their session, my nipples were very hard, and my panties were damp under my nightgown. When I felt the moisture in my panties, my pussy tingled like it never had before. This scared me a little and I quickly pulled my hand away from my crotch. I hadn't intentionally reached down to touch myself -- I wasn't even sure how my hand had gotten down between my legs. I knew about masturbation from talking to friends, but I had never done it and thought it was a bad and evil thing. So, I fell asleep my first night in the dorms, feeling a little homesick, with the sounds of sex that I had just heard bouncing back and forth in my brain and my juices oozing from my pussy.
Ch. 2 -- My Introduction to Tammy
I got up the next morning and put on my robe to walk down the hall to the shared bathroom and showers. Just as I was walking past the door of the room next door, it opened and a tall, dark, athletic figure stepped out, brushed past me, and headed down the hall to the stairs. I didn't get a good look at him, but it pretty much had to be the man I heard the night before. My dorm floor was all women and men were not supposed to be there between 11 PM and 8 AM, so I was a bit shocked to see that he had spent the night. After my shower, I headed back toward my room, and I saw a girl step out of that same door and head in my direction. She was about my size and build but had long disheveled blond hair as opposed to my brunette locks. We passed each other with a murmured "hello" and she continued down the hall toward the bathroom as I went into my room and got ready for the day.
I looked into the mirror on the back of the door of my room and liked what I saw. I am 5' 4" and weighed just over 110 pounds in college with B cup breasts and brunette hair down to my shoulders. I have fairly dark skin for a white girl and have always tanned easily, so I was very dark after a summer outside, much of it in a modest two piece bathing suit working as a lifeguard at the local pool which left me with stark tan lines. I have never worn much makeup, just a little eye-liner to make my brown eyes pop.
I took off about mid-morning to find where my classes would be and wandered around the huge campus which had a big open area in the middle dominated by a clock tower called the Campanile. I had to ask for directions from other people at least four times, but eventually I felt like I had figured out how to make it between my classes, so I headed back to the dorm, ate some lunch at the cafeteria, and trudged up the stairs to the third floor.
When I got to my room, the door was wide open, and I saw a girl sitting at the other desk drinking a beer. She was much taller than me, maybe 5' 10", with long, straight, jet-black hair tied into a pony tail that reached below her waist, and heavy dark eye makeup. She was wearing very short cut-off jeans that exposed the bottom of her ass cheeks and a tight Black Sabbath t-shirt that had been cut off just below her very large breasts, making it was obvious that she was not wearing a bra. When she saw me, she jumped up and said, "Are you Cindy?" as her tits bounced up and down a few times.
"I go by Cynthia" I said as I extended my hand.
"No, you're Cindy." Tammy insisted as she bounded over and gave me a big hug, pushing her large, unencumbered boobs against my brassiere-encased breasts. "Cindys have a lot more fun than Cynthias, and we are going to have a lot of fun this year! If we have too much fun, I might just have to shorten it to Cin!" she laughed at her double entendre, although I didn't quite understand it at the time. "Do you have a boyfriend?"
"No," I replied, "I just broke up a week ago."
"Why, what happened? Did he cheat on you?"
"No, but I really don't want to talk about it."
