"Apartment 82, room 1," Emily said to herself as she turned the key to her home for the next eight months. She entered the hallway, saw her bedroom on the left, unlocked that and went inside.
Opening up into darkness, she fumbled around and found the light switch, revealing a simple room with a twin bed, desk, wardrobe and a big window with a view of the night sky in Manchester.
She spent time unpacking her clothes, setting up her desk ready for study. Then she went to explore the apartment.
The only common area, aside from the hallway, was a nice, modern kitchen/living room. There were a few items scattered here and there. She explored the cupboards and found two of them in use. One stuffed to the gills with food, the other with a loaf of bread, a few packets of crisps and a 3/4 full bottle of vodka.
Emily found an empty press and stowed away the bag of groceries she'd brought with her. Then she went back out to the hallway.
There were two other bedrooms in her flat. She walked up to room number 2, the room next to hers, and knocked. No answer.
She turned and moved to the other room and knocked. This time she heard motion in the room beyond. The door opened after a minute a girl opened it. She was tall and skinny, with a long, naturally pretty face, black hair tied up in a ponytail, wearing a gray robe.
"Hi," she said smiling "You must be my flatmate? I'm Constance, nice to meet you."
"Hi, I'm Emily. Nice to meet you too."
"I'd love to chat and get to know you, but I'm getting ready to go out and meet my girlfriend. Have you met Sienna yet?"
"No, I just got here. Is she in room 2? She seems to be out."
"Yeah, she said she had plans earlier. OK, I'm really sorry to just run out on you, but we can get to know each other tomorrow. Lovely to meet you Emily!" Constance gave her a quick hug, then turned around and disappeared back into her room, closing the door in Emily's face.
Emily awkwardly stood there, staring at the closed door for a moment before withdrawing to her own bedroom.
Emily listened to Constance leave the flat. With no new flatmates to spend the evening getting to know, Emily set about getting her room ready. She unpacked, and then hung up or folded away her clothes. She set up her laptop on the desk in the corner. She made her twin bed. She found space in the shower in the shared bathroom for her various bathing products. She checked the time. 9.15 pm. Too early to go to sleep.
Emily sat down at her desk and pulled out her notebook and a pen. She opened the first page and wrote a title "Emily's year 1 of Uni slut catch up list". She started to write out bullet points
● See a penis IRL
● Show a man my tits IRL
● Touch a penis
● Jerk off a penis to completion
● Suck a penis to completion
● Have sex with a man
She sat back and looked at her list. This was good for the initial list of goals. Emily considered herself a whore in a prudes body, and now that she was away from home she had the chance to change that. She wanted to work her way up to losing her virginity, one or two items at a time. After that, the fun could really begin. She thought for a second, then wrote some more points.
● Kiss a woman
● Kiss a man in a nightclub
● Have Anal sex with a Man
● Have sex with a Woman
● Have sex with a Man and a Woman at the same time
● Have sex with two Men at the same time
● Show face in nudes posted publicly online
● Post a video of me playing with someone
If she could work through this whole list in her first year that would be good. She knew a few of these probably wouldn't happen, but that's what stretch goals are for, right? She tore the page out of the notebook and hid it in the drawer in her bedside locker, along with the pen.
She walked over and looked at herself in her mirror. Her blonde straight hair framed a face she felt most people would describe as cute rather than pretty.
She was dressed conservatively - a loose fitting top over a pair of jeans. She pulled the top over her head and let it drop to the ground. She kicked off her shoes, then undid her jeans and peeled those down, and stepped out of them, leaving her wearing just a black bra and matching pair of boyshorts.
She ran her eyes over her body. When she was feeling good about herself she would describe herself as 'curvy', when she wasn't the word would change to 'chubby'.
Emily reached back and undid her bra, freeing her 42-E cup tits. In Emily's mind they were unquestionably her best physical feature. Most guys who saw them seemed to love them in any case. Would it be different in real life? She pushed that thought away, trying not to raise her anxiety unnecessarily.
She placed her hands on her round belly and patted it. That was her worst feature, in her own opinion. It wasn't huge, she didn't look pregnant or obese or anything, but she was definitely carrying more weight there than she'd like. She'd join the University gym this week and start to work on getting rid of it, she promised herself.
She turned around and looked over her shoulder at her ass. Her other good feature according to most guys she'd shown it to. It stuck out behind her, her wide hips and thick thighs completing the picture of a 'PAWG' - something more than a few guys had called her. After looking for a moment she bent forward and slid her panties down.
She turned around and looked at herself nude now. She always kept herself hair free down there. It was silly, a simple act of rebellion against her conservative, religious parents. Her mother would be horrified to learn her innocent little daughter kept a bald vagina, she was sure. Emily chuckled to herself, thinking how silly that thought was - as if her mum would give two shits about her grooming if she ever learned about how Emily liked to show herself off to boys online?
She put her hand on her hip and with her other hand, she took a full frontal selfie with her phone, careful to keep her face out of it. She knew she had that as an item on her to do list, but she wasn't ready for that just yet. She needed a source of income first, in case her parents found out and cut her off.
She sat down on her bed and opened up reddit. She logged into her NSFW account. She posted it to gonewild, along with several other gonewild type subreddits with the caption "How do you like my new apartment?"
She put down her phone and walked over to her chest of drawers. She pulled out a tight black tank top and pulled it over her head, covering her tits, but showing off considerably more cleavage than she had earlier in the day. Her Mum would have pulled her out of Uni there and then if she'd left home with her tits on display like this! She checked the mirror and adjusted it until she was satisfied with the view.
Next she found a packet of Black lace thongs she had bought before she caught her train this morning. She had never been allowed to own lingerie like that before, if her mum had found something like that going through her things they would have been burned and she would have been forced to go to church every morning for a week to try and remove Satan's influence.
She took one out and bent down to put it on, pulling it up her legs until it settled around her waist. It fit snugly, the strap between her ass cheeks, and she found she was surprised by how comfy it felt.
She looked over her shoulder to check her ass in the mirror and was delighted to see how it made her ass look. "I need to get more of these."
Finally, she looked around the drawer until she found a thick, 8 inch long, flesh coloured, realistic looking dildo.... At least she thought it was realistic. She had, after all, never seen a cock in real life. She assumed that webcams and pornos would be misleading somehow.
