Steve's college application process had been stressful enough. He didn't need this now.
"There has to be something you can do," he said. "I can't afford to live in an apartment, and it's too late to accept another college."
"I'm sorry, but every dorm slot is full," the voice over the phone said. "We can put you on the waitlist."
"Please, you have to find something. I can't just wait in limbo, missing classes until someone drops out to make room for me. Give me a closet or something."
"Well..."
Steve waited a second, but the lady on the other end stopped.
"Well what? Is there something?"
"There's only one room with an open slot, but..."
"I'll take it!" Steve cried.
"It's in the girls' dormitory, and you'd be rooming with a girl. Actually, never mind."
"Boys and girls room together all the time!" he cried. He regretted his wording-"men and women" would have been better-but he pressed on. "I can handle it. I'll be on my best behavior. No issues from me. I need this,please."
The lady in the housing department at his new college sighed. "I can't believe I'm doing this. Fine. You'll get some paperwork with information on your accommodations in a few weeks. See you in the fall."
She hung up.
Steve breathed a heavy sigh of relief. It might be awkward at first, but college kids were mature, right? They'd make it work.
It was a long summer of anticipation.
***
It was the day of his move into his new dorm room, and Steve was sweating with anxiety. He wasn't just meeting his roommate, but going into an impossible situation. The girl he was rooming with had been given no choice in the matter. What if she hated him just on principle, because of the situation? He'd played a million scenarios out in his mind, most of them hopeless, and just hoped now that whoever he got as a roommate was at least tolerant. That's it, just a life of relative peace would have been more than he could ask for.
All Steve knew about his roommate was that her name was Rebecca. They hadn't changed her out for a guy in the interim since his frantic phone call. He presumed that she must know his name as well, which would give away his gender. She probably already hated him.
He hesitated outside the door, holding his key just outside the lock. The hallway was full of girls glaring at him as he'd passed, with pink luggage and flowery designs.
He took a deep breath, then entered.
A girl looked up from the book she was reading and saw him.
"Steven?" she asked.
"That's me," he said.
"That explains some things," she said. "I had a bet going with myself whether you were a girl with spiteful parents or a guy."
"Did you win?" Steve asked.
"No," she said. "I refused to believe the college would be so asinine."
"They overbooked the male dorms," Steve started, but Rebecca cut him off.
"I don't blame you," she said. "This is going to be weird, but let's try to make up for their stupidity by making it work. Do you want help unpacking?"
Steve nodded gratefully, and got his first good look at his new roommate as she stood up. She had straight black hair in a ponytail with bangs that came down further at the edges of her face. Her creamy skin was speckled with occasional light freckles. She wore a tight teal t-shirt and black yoga pants that hugged the curves of her legs. Her breasts were big, probably good C cups, and the way the shirt hugged them from all sides gave Steve a quick twang in his penis that made him realize this was going to be harder than he anticipated.
She walked past him and bent over to pick up some of the bags he'd dropped to get the door, showing her round cheeky ass through her tight pants. Steve could see the slightest bulge from between her legs, but she stood back up before he had a chance to get a good look.
He pulled his head out of the gutter and picked up some of his own bags to help. They chatted as they worked together, getting Steve's clothes into his assigned dresser and his sheets onto the bottom bunk. Becky, as she said she liked to be called, had already taken the top one.
They'd kept the chasing light during the code. Once they were done, Becky came back to the elephant in the room. "So, how's this going to work?"
Steve glanced over at the small private bathroom they had in their dorm room. There was barely enough room in there to stand without straddling the toilet or going into the nearly as cramped shower. "I guess we change in there," he said.
"Mhmm," Becky agreed. "We'll try it." She went back to reading, leaving Steve to look for his own entertainment.
He started looking through his bag for his laptop, but paused to look at Becky again. She was really pretty, he thought, and had a great body. It was curvy, just like he liked, none of these stick girls with nothing to grab. He'd had a few girlfriends through high school and that was one important lesson he learned. Girls were better off soft and supple than angular and hard. Becky was right up his alley.
She stood up, and his eyes were drawn between her legs. She wore tight yoga pants, and they hugged all her curves, especially her vulva. He made out a beautiful mons pubis beneath the fabric, and the seam gave just the hint of the line of her slit beneath, he tore his eyes away, afraid that he'd be caught staring, and tried to look busy with his laptop.
"You up for some lunch?" Becky asked. "I've been here a day already, so I can show you around a little."
"Sure," Steve answered. Leave it to him to be the awkward one of the pair. He thought that he could handle this, but after gawking at his roommate twice already, and she hadn't even done anything to provoke him, he wasn't so sure.
Still, he stared at her ass as they walked down the hall to the stairs. It swayed back and forth as she moved, perfectly round under the black cloth. They lived on the fourth floor, and the building had no elevator, so they had to take the stairs down to the ground level. Becky showed Steve briefly around campus, then they ate at the cafeteria where the food was mediocre at best, and the tables were dirty. Steve was mostly an introvert, so he expected to be spending a lot of time in his room rather than out and about, but it was still good to get to see everything.
They chatted about all sorts of things. Steve had traveled across the country to go to this school on the east coast, some no-name division 3 school in upstate New York. His uncle had gone here, and was the first person in his family to get a degree. Now Steve was here to be the second. Becky was from the area, and went here because it was convenient. Her family lived about an hour away, so it still made sense for her to dorm rather than commute. Plus, she said she was looking forward to the college experience, which just wouldn't be the same without living on campus.
Steve's major was still undeclared; he had until the end of his third semester to settle on something so that he could start some more focused coursework. Becky had already chosen a math major. That wasn't in Steve's wheelhouse, but that's why there were so many degrees to choose from, right?
After their excursion together, they returned to their room, where Becky went back to reading her novel and Steve finished setting up his laptop and wrote an email to his parents telling them about his first day. He left out the details of his living situation, being in a girls' dorm with a busty, curvy, pretty female roommate. He didn't outright lie, though; he just left it vague. Best not to lie to your parents, he found. The web would just get more and more tangled until you got caught in it and the truth came to light.
"So, uh...what do you usually wear to bed?" Becky asked, out of nowhere.
"Usually whatever I was wearing that day, maybe I'll take off my pants or shirt...oh," Steve said.
"Yeah," Becky agreed. "Maybe shorts and a t-shirt?"
"Yeah, let's do that," Steve said. "I'll go get changed." He dug around in his closet for a comfy pair of gym shorts, and he was already wearing a t-shirt. He took the shorts into the bathroom to change. This was his first time in here specifically to try to change his clothes. He knew it was small, but now that he was trying to maneuver around he realized just how small it was. He had to sit on the edge of the tub just to have room to get his pants off, and it was still cramped. This bathroom must have been a closet in a former life, he thought. After a minute, he managed to find a configuration that worked and pulled his shorts on over his boxers, then left the room.
Becky was already wearing a pair of shorts, her yoga pants strewn across the back of her desk chair.
"I figured it was safe to change while you were in there," she shrugged.