Chapter 3
Sam lay in her bed, covers down to her hips, her nipples gently perked in the slight draft of the building's circulating air. A smile was on her face, both hands behind her head, one of them still slightly slick after she had had an orgasm to Laura's picture a few minutes earlier.
She thought back to what she had learned about Joanna.
Anna
, she reminded herself. First of all, when she had a smoke in her lips, if she had been wearing all leather, she would have passed as a Domina, no problem. As it was, she was undeniably shy, but slowly opening up. Having a bad stutter probably didn't help, but so far, the only time it had been brought up was that time earlier in the afternoon.
She had learned that in Idaho, being the middle of five siblings made her feel a little lost, a little forgotten in the family. She did her bit, went to school, got good grades, had applied for a ton of scholarships, won two, chose S.C.A.T. Her family was Mormon, even though secretly and behind their backs, Anna had pretty much sworn off religion by the time she was 14.
It was also the reason why, even as they stood in the smoke pit off to the right of the main entrance of their dorm tower, Anna couldn't stop looking down at her feet, not really believing she was wearing a $200 pair of leather knee highs with big, chunky, sexy heels. When you have five kids, and both mom and dad work nine-to-fives in a pretty boring corner of the country, you don't really have much extra spending money.
Sam had also learned that Joanna was not a regular smoker, which was something that was both bad and good. Good because it meant that Sam could have a smoke, come back up to the room, and not bother Anna with the smell. But it was bad, because it meant that Sam didn't have a regular smoke break chat friend.
She learned that her roomie had started smoking at 15, like her, after her boyfriend at the time and his friends had pressured her to try it out. She had grown to like it, but not so much as to smoke enough to be fully addicted. She had almost become so after she had been dumped by that boyfriend suddenly, her heart torn by her first "true" love. She had cursed off boys then, and it was through one of her own girl friends that she had discovered that the shape and form of a woman also made her just as wet as seeing a large bulge in a man's pants.
Sam, meanwhile, had told her about her family past, the divorce of her parents, her mom being a bit of a bitchy asshole, her dad not talking to her at all. She talked about the Navy, about how many secret rendezvous she had had on shore with many other Navy women, often not on her ship or crew.
Of course, Sam left out the whole thing about liking to piss on people, ballbust guys, fuck men and women up the ass with her strapon, and all the other things that you often don't talk about when getting to know someone.
They had finished their smokes and Sam could see that Anna got a little wet herself when she flicked the butt on the ground, looked at it, then stomped on it with the boots before grinding it out. A shy fetishist, but Sam knew one when she saw one. That was the reason it seems that she had made Anna's entire year when she told her she could keep the boots. They were a couple of years old anyways, and Sam had a thing for going boot shopping.
Anna had agreed wholeheartedly that shopping was good, especially for new boots, so the two were set to go on a girls day out tomorrow, before Sam's "date" with Maggie the day after.
Pulling up the covers, Sam settled into the warm glow of her aftergasm, took a few deep breaths through her nose, and was asleep before she finished the last breath.
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"Oh my god, it works so well!"
Sam grinned at Anna, who was wearing her "new" boots, and had decided to dress for the day in a cute pair of jean shorts and a camisole that hid her quite significant bra. She had her lovely cleavage just showing, half her thighs were exposed from the base of the shorts, and her arms were bare, showing Sam the surprising full-sleeve tattoo of a bunch of cartoon-style characters that Anna had on her right shoulder down to her wrist. It had been hidden under her longsleeve yesterday, and to Sam, it just added to the hotness factor, knowing how tatted up she herself was.
"Told ya," Sam let a little Kentucky drawl into her voice. She was wearing the same outfit as yesterday except with stiletto heel leather zip up knee highs, and tight leather pants instead of jeans, "boots and jeans just work. The shorter the leg, the longer the boot. The longer the leg, the shorter the boot. It's one of those golden ratio things."
Anna beamed at her, then, after a moment, walked over and leaned down, giving Sam a kiss on the cheek.
"T-t-t-thank you for the boots," she said with pure appreciation.
"Hey, for my roomie, anything," Sam said, lifting a hand to cup Anna's cheek, before she caught herself and instead snaked it around her neck and pulled her into another hug. "Besides, I've got a few more options," she said as Anna straightened up, lifting a boot up and wiggling it in the air at her for a moment.
Sam stood up, tapping her pockets to make sure she had everything, and Anna picked up her cute little purse off the kitchenette table. She went through first, holding the door open for Sam, then locked it behind them. Since it was just coming up to 9 AM, the first stirrings of people leaving their dorm rooms to either head out or head to the student's mess for breakfast was happening. With her sharp stiletto heel strikes echoing down the hallway, with the thumping heelfalls of Anna beside her, the pair garnered a few quick glances and even a smirk or two.
Sam couldn't help but notice the more confident strides of Anna, the slightly more aggressive stance, a whiff of minor superiority coming off her. She wanted to bite her lip, thinking of her roomie in a corset that hugged tight to the body and creaked when it was strained, but she had to make do with letting her pussy get hot and wet.
As they descended the stairs, Anna finally spoke.
"So why do you have so many b-boots?" she asked innocently. "I mean, a-a-apart from the obvious because I can."
Sam smirked and looked over her shoulder at Anna.
"Because I can," her smirk turned into a full grin.
