Merriwether College
August 28, 2014, 4:37pm
Kara Ballard was nervous but excited. At nineteen years old, she was living alone for the first time. Well, sort of - her school-assigned roommate hadn't arrived at the dorm yet, so technically she was living alone for at least this little sliver of time. Her mom had just left and she had flopped herself onto one of the two unmade twin beds. The room was more spacious than she'd expected, which was a pleasant surprise.
She was excited to be living alone, obviously. The nerves came at the thought of potentially living with an incompatible roommate. As the only child of an upper-middle class family, Kara had enjoyed a spacious bedroom all to herself. She could listen to music whenever she wanted, didn't have to worry about keeping anyone up if she wanted to watch TV into the wee hours and could be as much of a slob as she pleased. And perhaps more importantly, she was able to engage in her two favourite activities - being naked and masturbating - with her privacy assured. How was that going to work with a roommate hanging around? Rising from the bed, Kara opened up one of her unpacked boxes, rooted through to the bottom and pulled out the shoebox she'd stashed inside. It was filled with her (rapidly growing) assortment of toys that she simply
loved
to pleasure herself with. She pulled open the drawer of the sub-IKEA grade nightstand that the college had provided and emptied the shoebox into it.
No sheets on the bed, no toothbrush by the sink, no clothes in the wardrobe - but at least the sex toys were put away. Priorities, y'know?
What would her roommate be like? The school had emailed out a questionnaire a while back to assess her roommate preferences. She was hoping that she'd be paired up with someone outgoing and friendly, but also serious about their studies - qualities that Kara felt reflected her own personality. She definitely wanted to experience "college life" (boys and booze were certainly on the menu!) but didn't really want a roommate whose primary goal was to party 24/7.
Kara set about unpacking her things. Not much time had passed when the door opened and a girl walked in sporting a large backpack and towing a trolley, a few boxes lashed to it. "Made it!", she exclaimed, dropping her pack onto the empty bed. "People were lined up for the elevator so I lugged all of this stuff up the stairs. Quite a workout!".
"I'll bet," replied Kara. "Nice to meet you. Kara."
"Genevieve. Nice to meet you too." She stepped toward Kara and wrapped her in a hug. Outgoing and friendly? Check. "I'm so happy to be back here!"
"Back?"
"Yeah. This is my second year. I was at home for the summer though. Last year, they had me in the old dorm building that they've closed for renos so I got moved over here for this year. Which is fine by me - that building is a dump. And my old roomie sucked. She dropped out anyhow. Nothing but upsides!"
Kara was instantly enthused by the idea of having a second-year roommate. Maybe she would take her under her wing, teach her the ropes, show her the lay of the land, etcetera.
"It's my first year. I'm majoring in biochem."
"Ooh, a brainy chick. Cool. I'm in psychology."
"Great. Feel free to psychoanalyze me anytime."
Genevieve laughed. "Ha! I like that. By the way, just call me Jenny. Only my family calls me Genevieve because they think they're fancy." She pulled her phone from her pocket and started up some music while she set about unpacking. Kara didn't recognize the band but liked the song. They chatted idly while they each continued organizing their stuff. Basic 'getting to know you' stuff, discussions on who got which side of the closet, how to best share counter space in the bathroom and so forth. A couple of hours later the place was looking decent. They sat on their respective beds, tired smiles on their faces.
"So... what's next?" asked Kara.
"I don't know about you, but I am hungry with a capital H. Food? I know what's good around here."
The benefits of having a seasoned roomie were already becoming evident. "Sounds good to me. Mind if I grab a quick shower first?"
"Nope. I was going to do the same - you go ahead, though, I can wait. I'll just snoop through your stuff while you're in there." Jenny tented her fingers and cackled like a cartoon villain. Kara laughed. Jenny seemed fun and welcoming. She headed into the washroom, closing the door behind her. She stripped down and ran the shower, letting it heat up briefly before stepping in. The warm water was welcome and she instantly felt rejuvenated. Kara wanted nothing more than to take her time and let the water massage her tired muscles, but didn't want to commit a roommate faux-pas on day one by using up all of the hot water. She skipped the shampoo, hurriedly washed up and stepped out of the shower. Drying off quickly, she wrapped the towel around her hair. Kara was about to open the door when a sudden realization hit her - she was naked! She was so used to staying in her birthday suit when she walked from the bathroom to her bedroom at home (where it was just her and her mom and occasionally being seen in the buff was no problem) that she almost did the same thing here. She'd have to be sure to break that habit.
She wrapped the towel around her body and stepped out. Jenny was laying on her bed, flipping through the course catalogue. She'd changed out of her clothes and was wearing just a simple robe. It wasn't cinched up too tightly and Kara couldn't help but notice her ample cleavage. She was a little jealous - she was happy with her own B-cups but had always wished they were a little bigger. "All yours, Jenny."
"Thanks for warming it up for me, sweetie. I'll be back in a flash." Kara felt a familiar warmth fill her belly at the word "sweetie" - she was a sucker for an affectionate nickname. I'm sure that Jenny the psychologist could find a few things to say about how easily Kara got excited by even the most innocuous affection. She definitely liked getting attention from new people (outgoing and friendly? Check). Jenny disappeared into the washroom.
Kara dried off more fully and dressed while Jenny showered. She occupied herself by making her bed, hanging a poster on the wall beside her bed. It was a new purchase - a print of a Matisse's "La Dance". She liked the simple colour palette and secretly hoped that casually displaying an artwork with nude figures would make her seem sophisticated. While she stood looking at the poster, assessing whether it had been hung straight or needed adjustment, she heard an instantly recognizable moan. She froze, staring at the washroom door. Another moan, longer and louder than the first. A third followed, this one transforming into a squeal. Unexpectedly and without warning, Kara felt her pussy moisten.
The shower stopped. Kara rushed back into action, busying herself by shuffling some clothes around inside a drawer - she certainly didn't want to be caught looking like a deer in the headlights when Jenny emerged. Minutes later, the door opened and Jenny appeared with a hairbrush in hand. Her robe was on, but untied and hanging open. Kara tried not to look but it was hard not to notice Jenny's full breasts and bare mound. She'd only ever seen shaved pussies in the porn she watched, never in real-life. Some of the girls in the locker room had neatly-trimmed patches (she sported one herself), but no one was totally shaved. She forced herself to look back into the drawer, trying desperately to play it cool. Jenny tossed the hairbrush onto her bed. Kara noticed that the handle was wet and gleaming. Holy shit - had Jenny been fucking herself with her brush?
"Phew. Definitely needed that!" said Jenny. Was she referring to the shower or the orgasm? "Hope that didn't bother you."
Kara made a concerted effort to look only at Jenny's face and not her exposed body. "No, it's cool."
Jenny replied with a chuckle, "well, that's a relief. My last roommate was so uptight. Glad you're more easygoing". She reached down casually between her legs, swiping a finger over her lips."Jesus, I'm so wet." She held her glistening finger out to prove herself. Kara simply did not know how to respond, so she remained silent - but she did blush, and hard.
"Oh, c'mon now. It's just us girls here. Besides - I know what's in your nightstand. You're no stranger to a wet pussy, I'm sure." Kara wasn't sure she could turn any redder. She felt light-headed and sat down. She tried to speak (what was she even going to say?) but only a squeak came out.
Jenny laughed loudly, her breasts bouncing. "Hey, I told ya I was going to snoop through your stuff!". She sat down next to Kara, threw an arm over her shoulder amiably and said "it's all in good fun." She squeezed Kara against her, a breast pushing against Kara's bare arm, and gave her a peck on the cheek. Jenny wasn't the only one who was wet.
"OK, let's eat!". Jenny bounced up and cast her robe aside entirely. Kara couldn't help but stare as she bent over and rooted through the bottom drawer - Jenny's ass was gorgeous and when she moved a certain way, Kara got a glimpse of her pussy lips peeking between her thighs. Kara was wondering why this was so arousing to her. She'd never really felt any particular attraction to girls, though she was fine seeing them in porn - she'd even watched some girls-only videos here and there out of idle curiousity. Maybe it was because this was unexpected and maybe even a little taboo? The element of surprise was powerful, and you're certainly not "supposed to" listen to your roommate masturbate, let alone have her brazenly mention it to you, show you a finger slick with her own juices and then display her ass to you.
Kara wanted desperately to get herself off, but it would have to wait. Jenny finished dressing and the girls headed out. Kara was quiet as they walked, feeling awkward at the idea of trying to make any sort of small talk. Jenny didn't force it, instead pointing out the features of the neighbourhood. They stopped in front of a bar called "The Merry Weather", cheekily named after their school. Jenny said "I think we deserve a drink. To celebrate our new friendship!". They headed inside - it was well-attended by likeminded students. Almost immediately, Jenny spotted some friends and Kara was absorbed into the group. They ate, drank and generally made merry well into the night. The drinking part required some serious flirting - and a nipple flash from Jenny - with the bartender since they weren't
technically
of age. Kara enjoyed the company and felt like she fit in. One of the other girls was in biochem as well (a sophomore) and, despite Kara being a freshman who hadn't even started classes, they found plenty to chat about.
Although they were there for hours, the time flew by. Both girls were drunk (well, Kara was drunk... Jenny was flat-out shitfaced) by the time they found their way home. As soon as they were through the door, Jenny kicked off her shoes, crashed face-down onto her bed, still fully-dressed, and fell asleep immediately. But Kara still had an itch to scratch...
