It was the night before classes, and Tiffany was stressing out. She had spent the last two hours reading the syllabi for her various courses. She was supposed to have already done the first section of reading? She hadn't even ordered her books!
Tiffany laid back in bed and groaned. Twisting her neck, she caught sight of her roommate's unoccupied bed. Not for the first time that weekend, her thoughts drifted back to her move-in day and how she and her brother had put that bed to use.
It was something that shouldn't have happened; something that would never happen again, they both agreed. But in troubling times, it was a sweet memory to hold on to.
The sound of a lock turning woke Tiffany from her reverie. The girl shot up with a guilty look as the door opened.
A woman with a backpack and a wheeled luggage case stepped through the door. She shut and locked it behind her, then looked at Tiff with a smile. "Oh, hi! You must be my roommate. I'm Rebecca."
Tiffany stood up and the two shook hands. "Tiffany. It's nice to meet you."
Tiffany couldn't help but examine her new living mate. She was an Asian woman of Japanese descent and a little on the tall side, maybe 5'5". She appeared to be about Tiffany's age (18), but unlike Tiffany, she looked the part. She was an adult height, she wore markedly adult clothes, and most prominently there were the breasts.
More than a few individuals (her ex-boyfriend, her friends, and her brother) had assured Tiffany she had a perfectly adequate bust. Sweet, even. Still she couldn't help but feel they were immature. Rebecca had no such problems. If Tiffany's rack was comparable to a pair of plums, Rebecca was more in the proximity of cantaloupes.
Tiffany felt a spike of jealousy, but immediately buried it. "So how way your drive?"
The pair made small talk as the new roommate unpacked and within a few hours they both retired for the evening. Rebecca was able to quickly drift off, thanks to her long drive. The other girl had a much longer night ahead of her. For hours Tiffany's brain was filled with academic dread, familial fantasy, and Asian boobs.
XXX
Whatever issues Tiffany Shook might have had with her body, you wouldn't have been able to guess them by looking at her. In her day-to-day life, the young woman's manner of dress was often down right provocative. Many of her classmates considered her a text book example of liberated feminine sexuality.
On her first day of classes, Ms. Shook dressed almost entirely in black. She sported a short sleeved shirt with a tasteful but conspicuous cleave window. Through the circular opening, the tops of her tits could be seen, advertising the fact she was not wearing a bra. Though they were on the small side, they were also plenty rounded and her luminescent skin caught the sunlight in a way that drew many an eye as she walked across the quad. To match her top was a black and white striped skirt, which was sized to fit the old maxim: Short enough to be interesting, but long enough to cover everything important. This left her radiant shaved legs exposed down to her short, black socks.
The only non-black article on her was a light red jacket. It still wasn't light enough for the lingering summer heat, so for most the day it remained either tied around her waist or stuffed in her backpack.
Despite the dogged nature of most collegiate men, Tiffany's audacious outfit was intimidating enough to give most of them pause. She made through the first half of her day, and the bulk of her classes, without being approached by anyone.
Then lunch came.
Having proceeded through the dining hall and filling her tray, Tiffany frowned at the overstuffed dining atrium. Every table was already occupied by one or more students, making it virtually impossible for her to eat alone. Should she select a random student to eat with? Try and find someone who had graduated from her high school? Or maybe just retreat entirely?
"Hey Tiffany, come sit with us!" a woman's voice said.
The voice had originated from a table near Tiffany. From Rebecca. Automatically Tiff started walking toward her roommate, but stopped as she caught sight of the rest of the table. Three of the other five seats belonged to other young beautiful women. Like Rebecca they dressed more conservatively, had beautifully tanned skin, and graciously mature breasts. They looked almost flawless. Another seat was taken by a tall, broad-shouldered young man. Perhaps the boyfriend of one of the pretty girls? Perhaps Rebecca's boyfriend?
Tiffany took a step back.
"Uh, sorry," she said. "I'm actually supposed to go meet someone for lunch. I'll catch you later, 'kay?"
Rebecca nodded and Tiffany fled without further conversation. The girl made her way outside and found an unoccupied bench to sit on with her tray. This would do just fine.
She had just started eating when a boy her age approached.
"Hey, do you mind if I sit here?"
Tiffany looked up. The kid had glasses and brown frizzy hair. He wore a beige hoodie and wrinkled jeans in weather that was too hot for either garment, in her opinion. Overall, he appeared unintimidating. Tiffany shrugged, which he took as permission to sit down.
The boy removed his backpack and took out a brown bag, from which soon emerged two ham sandwiches, some pretzels, and a bottled water. The two ate. Tiffany decided this was a good thing. At least this way, if Rebecca saw her, she wouldn't think Tiff was a liar.
"So I'm Will. This is my first year," he said.
Tiff nodded. "Mine too. I'm Tiffany."
"That's a good name," he said. She did not reply. "So how was your first day?"
"Stressful, I guess. Not use to the college grind."
Will laughed, for some reason. "Yeah, tell me about it. This place can be quite intimidating, especially when you're on your own. Say you gotta boyfriend?"
Tiff stopped chewing. She shot the boy a sideways glance, one he either did not catch or failed to interpret. "Nope."
"Yeah, me neither. Ugh, girlfriend, I mean I don't have a girlfriend. I'm straight." Will took a big bite of sandwich, which he chewed very slowly for a full minute before speaking again. "Being a single freshmen can be pretty overwhelming."
Tiffany shied in a dramatic fashion. "Tell me about it, right? I'm stressed by school, I get to be by myself all day, and if that wasn't enough I started my period this morning. Such a drag. I was almost late for class cause I had to stock up on tampons, my stomach feels like shit, I'm already queasy from all the school work I'm going to have to do, and my hormones make me just wanna reach out and
murder somebody
."
As Tiffany wrapped up her monologue, Will's face took on an interesting pallor. "Uh, totally. That sucks bro."
Will proceeded to eat his food without further efforts toward conversation.
The girl smirked.
XXX
Tiffany spent most of the transition from day to night holed up in the library. This was in part because she was already behind on her reading, and in part because she hoped to minimize the requisite social contact with her roommate, at least for now. But as the eleventh hour struck, the girl decided to pack up her things.
When she reached her freshman dorm a few minutes later, Tiffany was surprised to find it unoccupied. The light were on, but no one was home. Had she lucked into one of those roommates who spent the nights at the home of a best friend or significant other?
Tiffany was not the kind of a girl to look a gift horse in the mouth. She counted her lucky stars and got ready for bed.
First the girl discarded her skirt to reveal simple white panties. They were small and the material light, matching her frame and skin tone perfectly. Next she grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, revealing her supple breasts to the unoccupied apartment.
She had already selected an oversized grey t-shirt to wear to bed, but before the girl put it on she looked down upon her body, her boobs specifically. They rose and fell with her breathing. Tiffany lifted both of her hands to cup them. Neither was bigger than a handful. She couldn't remember them growing at all for the last two years, despite the promises of her mother, aunt, and health teacher. Tiffany tried to see if see could use her hands to make them wobble or bounce, like other girls did just by walking. But it was in vain. With such limited mass, they could not be expected to have a great range in motion.
Tiff sat down at the edge of her bed, still looking down at her chest. "How much longer am I supposed to wait on you, girls?"
The door opened without fanfare. In walked Rebecca. She was wrapped in a white towel, accentuating her tan skin, and wet brunette hair hung down around her shoulders, creating a provocative image. "Hey Tiff!"
Tiffany squeaked and spun around, covering her chest with her hands. "You could have knocked!"
"Oh, my B," said Rebecca. "Didn't know you came back yet." But she did not turn around. Instead the woman closed the door behind her and stalked over to her side of the room.
As she did so, Tiffany grabbed the grey t-shirt and threw it over her body, concealing her tits and abdomen.
Rebeca went to her closet and began pulling out clothing, her outfit for the following day. "So who were you seeing at lunch?"
"Just a... friend. Will," said Tiffany, still recovering.
Rebecca put the clothes down on her desk. "A friend from school?"
"No, not really. He's someone I met today."
"Wow. You make friends fast, don't you?" Rebecca unwrapped her towel. It fell to her feet.
Tiffany gaped.
Rebecca was evidently the sort of woman to frequent the gym. She wasn't bulky, like Glenn, but she was fit. Toned, in all the right places. Her posterior was very shapely, pleasantly rounded and prominent. As Tiffany stared, the woman turned to face her. Rebecca had less pubic hair than Tiffany, but what little was there was well trimmed into the shape of minute black triangle tucked between her legs. And her breasts. Rebecca's exposed breasts were everything her clothed-self had promised and more. They were large and firm, and Rebecca's tan skin gave them a healthy glow. She had no tan lines; Tiffany could only conclude that her roommate sunbathed in the buff.
Rebecca's hair was still wet. Water from it ran down her abdomen and legs. Tiffany could not help but witness as some of the moisture ran down her boobs before accumulating on the tips of her pink nipples, and slowly dripping to the ground.
"You okay, Tiff?" Rebecca asked, cocking her head.
"I uh... You're naked."
