"I'm so sorry!" cried Ashley as she flattened down her skirt.
Her roommate, whose face Ashley had accidentally used as target practice for her squirting, was standing still. The girl's eyes grew teary, and before long she stormed out of the room. Ashley followed the crying woman to the third floor and up to the attic. It was a cramped space, a little too dusty and its flooring too rickety for Ashley's liking. A sole round window provided illumination for the space.
Her roommate was curled up like a ball, rocking back and forth. She thought it was a little cute, but now wasn't the time to say things like that.
"Hey," said Ashley as she moved next to the girl. "What's your name?"
"Ava Slacks," she said, wiping away some of the tears and a little of Ashley's ejaculate away from her face.
"I'm sorry you had to see that," said Ashley.
"I mean, I knew I was rooming with a princess, so I didn't except life to be super normal, but this was on... another level," said Ava. Hearing Ava call her a princess lit a bulb in Ashley's head. That, she reasoned, was her ticket out of this.
"You see, it's just that the royal family is cursed with extremely high libido," said Ashley.
"Cursed? You mean, like by a witch?" said Ava. Ashley looked at her with her eyes wide open, amazed at the suggestion.
"Yeah, actually, that's it," said Ashley. "If I resist the urges, I might die."
"Wow," said Ava. Her tearful expression transformed into one of curiosity. "You'd think the tabloids would reveal the most unseemly parts of the royal family, but I guess not. Maybe it's because I've never had sex, but I can't imagine how much of a hassle it would be to be horny so much."
Just like that, another bulb went off in Ashley's head. She would have as much sexual freedom as she wanted, but now she wanted to secure a partner to do these things with. College, after all, is a time to experiment.
"Hey, Ava, the mark of a true princess is the ability to lead her people. I have a little bit of experience in the... sexual realm, and I would like to teach you everything I know."
Ashley sounded confident when she said it, but inside her head she couldn't believe she just suggested something so crass. She thought her roommate would reject her proposal, and the rooming situation would remain awkward for the rest of the year.
"Fine, let's do it," said Ava.
"What now?"
"I'll be a little shy, but I need to get experience somehow, right?" said Ava.
"Ok, that's great," said Ashley, who still couldn't believe what she was hearing. Ava stared deep into Ashley's eyes, and Ashley found herself pulled into doing the same.
Ava was an olive-skinned beauty, with silvering strands of flowing hair. It made Ashley forget for a second that they were in a musty attic, paying attention only to the woman in front of her.
Without warning, Ava acted. She pressed forward and kissed Ashley in the mouth. Ava stuck her tongue into Ashley's mouth haphazardly, twirling it around and unleashing copious amounts of saliva. It was not pleasant.
"That... needs work," said Ashley as she threw her head back. "You're so anxious. You don't need to force yourself, you know?"
"R-right, I'm sorry," said Ava. Ashley took Ava's hand and pushed it against her breast.
"I'm groping royalty," said Ava.
"Please don't say that," said Ashley.
"Right, sorry..."
Ashley leaned in and gave Ava a gentle peck on the lips. She brushed her roommate's silvery locks aside and brought their faces closer together. The kissing was tame at first—their lips caressed eachother, their tongues only briefly glazing past. Then Ashley moved down to the neck. She pressed her lips against Ava's naked neck, moving her tongue up and down the exposed surface.
Ava let out a long 'wow'. Ashley felt a pang of satisfaction, for it meant she was doing something right. She tried to go farther down than the neck, but Ava's shirt was in the way. Ashley moved her hands down to the woman's thighs and spoke.
"Take off your shirt," said Ashley in a tone that was the best combination of demanding and sexy that she could muster.
"Wh-what?" said Ava. Even though Ashley had barely touched her, Ava was already breathing heavily.
"When a princess asks you to do something, you do it," said Ashley. That came off a little harsher than she wanted it to, but it seemed to have worked, for Ava took off her top.
She had a plain white bra, the kind that you would buy in department stores in bulk for cheap. Ava's breasts were pressed together so tightly it almost made Ashley flinch.
"If you want to relax, you have to let go of everything that's holding you back," said Ashley. She was constantly amusing herself with how experienced she was making herself sound, even though she wasn't much more than a novice in bed.
"Yeah, you're right," said Ava. She unhooked the bra and threw it aside. That was when Ashley flinched for real.
Ava's breasts were like melons, but not the normal kind. One time Gwen had gone to the streetmarket and brought back a pair of lemons so big that Ashley didn't believe they were real until Gwen cut them open. Ava's tits were just as big.
"Is something wrong?" asked Ava.
"No, nothing's wrong," said Ashley. She was actually quite ecstatic at the prospect of toying with those luscious breasts, but didn't want to say it.
Ashley ran her fingers through Ava's nipples. They were soft and tender; she wanted to change that. Ashley put her tongue to work. While her hands gripped onto Ava's breasts, her tongue slid across the nipples. It made Ava moan, and her nipples were pointing out in no time at all.
