Chapter 1
Rachel was an unusual girl with unusual issues. No-one other than her parents and her therapist knew that she had issues; she hid them well and presented a consistent and well defined picture of herself to everyone she met.
Rachel was five foot tall, with long straight brown hair and a slight but well toned body. She was not exactly a pretty girl; she was plain, almost forgettable. The way she dressed enhanced her 'forgettabilty'; she wore the frumpy, loose-fitting clothes that you would expect of a highly religious good girl. In general no-one, especially boys, gave her a second look and that is exactly how she liked it; it allowed her to hide her issues and pretend they were not there. It allowed her to control her issues. However, that was about to change.
At nineteen Rachel took the big step of leaving home, and the protection and support afforded her by her parents, to move to college. She knew that she would have to share a room with another girl and this concerned her. Would her issues reappear? She was relieved when Jill entered the room on that first day of college. Jill was a nice, sweet girl who had a strong religious background and a lovely sunny personality. She immediately felt at ease with Jill and they quickly became good friends as the first few weeks of college passed by.
Jill did have a boyfriend, Dave, but he too was a good religious boy and the two of them never did anything inappropriate in Jill and Rachel's room. In fact she was convinced that both Jill and Dave were virgins. This was perfect.
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Chapter 2
One evening a few weeks into her first semester Rachel noticed that Jill was out very late with Dave. This was unusual; she was usually back by 11pm. She began to get a little worried because Jill was usually very considerate and would let Rachel know if she was going to be late. She began to pace the room, unable to settle down and go to sleep until she was sure that Jill was okay.
For a fleeting moment she wondered whether Dave had finally built up the courage to have sex with Jill for the first time. She quickly dismissed the idea; Dave was obviously a pussy and she could not believe that Jill would really want her first time to be with such an unattractive wimp.
Her mind quickly got back to worrying; it was now past two in the morning. Where could she be?
However, it was not just Jill's absence that was making Rachel worried. She felt her old issues re-emerging; she felt herself getting obsessed with Jill. She tried to convince herself that what she felt was just natural concern for her good friend's well-being; she was not convinced.
Eventually she heard footsteps in the corridor outside the room. It must be Jill. Rachel quickly got herself into bed and feigned sleep.
The door opened and Jill breezed in. Rachel could smell the heavy aroma of alcohol almost immediately and she understood that Rachel must have been to a party. She felt a sudden strong pang of anger deep inside her; why hadn't Jill asked her to go to the party too? Why had she not even told Jill that she was going to a party? She felt hurt and jealous. The rational side of her brain told her to stop being so stupid but she could not help herself.
Jill had her back to the 'apparently sleeping' Rachel when she got undressed for bed. Rachel watched her undress intently. She had seen Jill get undressed on lots of occasions but tonight it was as if she was seeing her for the first time. She stared in wonder at the beauty of Jill's curves. Rachel said to herself 'Oh my God. She is so beautiful. My Jill is just perfect.'
By the time Jill got into bed she was wearing a little t-shirt and panties. Rachel was shocked to hear that Jill started to pleasure herself a few moments later. As far as Rachel knew Jill had never done that before. What had gotten into her tonight? Rachel began to feel her own panties getting damp as she listened to every little noise that Jill made. She really wanted to touch herself; share the moment with Jill; but she knew that she could not. If Jill thought that Rachel was awake then she would stop instantly and be terribly embarrassed. So Rachel just listened and imagined that it was her fingers inside her perfect Jill.
After a few minutes she knew that Jill had made herself cum. Rachel was almost unbearably horny now. She prayed that Jill would go to sleep quickly so that she could touch herself. However, Jill did not go to sleep. Rachel heard her do something with her phone and then start to search through her wardrobe. Rachel could not understand what she was up to at this time of the morning. She dared to sneak a peek at Jill just in time to see her strip off her t-shirt and panties. The sight made Rachel think that one touch to her pussy would be all it would take to make herself cum; she resisted a little longer.
Rachel watched in amazement as Jill put on a long coat over her naked body and left the room. Immediately Rachel thought 'She must be going to have sex....but who with?' It did not even cross her mind that Dave could illicit such a reaction; she was right.
Rachel resisted touching herself for another couple of minutes to make sure that Jill was not coming back. Then she got out of bed and picked up Jill's discarded panties. She looked at them and her mind flew back a few minutes to when she saw Jill wearing them. She was soaking wet now; she needed to make herself cum. So Rachel stripped off her pyjamas and got into Jill's bed. She brought the panties up to her face and sniffed deeply from the gusset. The sweat odour of Jill's juices was strong and intoxicating. She gently licked the gusset and so that she could taste Jill's sex; imagining that she was actually licking the real thing.
Rachel could wait no longer. She slipped into Jill's panties and started to vigorously masturbate herself through the lacy fabric. There was no tenderness; no gentle build up. Rachel was roughly finger fucking herself whilst lost in a dream about Jill's perfect curves.
There was no holding back. Rachel let herself scream every time she made herself cum. She did not care if people heard; they would not think it was dowdy, religious, good girl Rachel anyway.
After an hour of hard-core rubbing Rachel eventually stopped. She had cum inside Jill's panties at least four times and the lace had rubbed her labia raw. She embraced the pain; it made her think of Jill. She replaced the panties on the floor where Jill had left them. She put her pyjamas back on and got into her own bed. This time she fell soundly asleep.
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Chapter 3
The following morning Rachel was suddenly awakened by the sound of door flying open and Jill running in. Jill was sobbing uncontrollably as she threw herself onto her bed. Rachel saw her chance for a bit of physical contact.
She got up and sat down next to Jill. Rachel put her arm around Jill to comfort her. 'What's wrong Jill? Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?'
Jill continued to cry loudly until she finally began to utter a few words. 'I...I...can't believe...what...I...have done.' She collapsed into tears again. Rachel held her tighter and marvelled at the feel of Jill's soft curves against her body; knowing that she was naked under her coat; mesmerised by the sight of her naked thighs as her coat parted slightly at the bottom.
'Shhh. Calm down. I am sure it is not as bad as you think. Tell me what happened.'
'I had sex with Ged.' Jill cried again.
'Oh my!' Rachel pretended to be shocked; maintaining the religious good girl pretence. Then she frowned. 'Who is Ged?'
'Dave's roommate.' Jill's sobbing got louder than ever at this admission.
'Oh my God! You had sex with the college football captain? Does Dave know?'