The day had finally arrived. After months of anxious planning and packing, Bill was starting his freshman year at university. The day arrived with a mix of new emotions, primarily excitement for beginning his post-secondary studies and for trying out for the varsity baseball team. But there was also an undercurrent of nervousness. Bill had never lived away from home before, and now he was moving 2 hours away to attend university without any of his friends from back home. He would need to make new friends, and he hoped that living in residence with other freshmen would make it easier to meet people.
Still another thought lingered on Bill's mind: the painful reality that he had never had a girlfriend. Throughout highschool, he'd faced rejection from any girl he'd ever approached. He'd made it to second base a couple of times at parties that his friend hosted, but nothing more. Bill was well-liked, treated others with respect, and was an all around great guy. The issue was that he was small--and there was nothing he could do about it. The last time he measured himself, he was just 5'5", and 135 lbs, with little hope of growing any bigger. Most of Bill's friends from high school were bigger than him and had girlfriends. To make matters worse, Bill was cursed with an embarrassingly small penis--just 3 inches flaccid, and a mere 4 inches when erect. Despite the fear that his size might condemn him to be single forever, Bill was determined to change that during his freshman year.
Bill's parents made the drive out with him to help him move into his dorm room. Together they lugged his belongings into the lobby of the residence building, piled into the elevator, and pressed 6. The elevator doors opened to a swarm of students and their families shuffling luggage and small furniture down the hallway and into their respective rooms. From the chaos emerged a grinning girl dressed in khaki shorts and a polo shirt with the university emblem.
"Welcome to Olsen Residence, Floor 6! I'm Norah, your Resident Advisor!" She beamed.
"Hi I'm Bill, great to meet you"
"Yes, Bill, you'll be moving in to..." she scanned down her clipboard "room 608, just down the hallway to your left!"
She handed Bill the key to his room and his parents began moving his belongings toward his room. At 608, Bill inserted the key and opened the door to an empty, square room. Bill's new, unknown roommate had yet to arrive. Inside, two sets of single beds, wardrobes, and desks were arranged symmetrically. The two desks were centred against the far wall, facing each other, separated by a shared bookshelf. The beds were positioned opposite eachother, one up against the middle of the left wall, one up against the middle of the right. The two wardrobes stood on either side of the door. The space felt cramped, even before they started unpacking. There was little privacy, either--each roommate could retreat to their desk, where the bookshelf would provide some cover. But from either desk, both beds and both wardrobes were still in clear view.
After about an hour of unpacking and setting up on the right side of the room, Bill said goodbye to his parents, who began the two-hour drive back home, leaving him alone for the first time. Alone in his quiet room, eagerly awaiting his new roommate's arrival, Bill decided to pass the time by watching a show on his laptop at his desk. About thirty minutes later, he heard the sound of a key turning in the lock on the other side of the door. It swung open, and Bill's heart skipped a beat. In walked the most stunning woman he had ever seen. Their eyes met, and for Bill, time seemed to freeze.
First of all, she was TALL--towering, yet perfectly proportioned. While Bill wasn't unaccustomed to women being taller than him, this girl might have been a full foot taller. The top of her head nearly grazed the doorframe!
The next thing Bill noticed was that she had very large breasts. They were impossible to miss, considering she was wearing a cropped tank top. Her boobs rose above the top of the shirt and revealed plenty of cleavage. Each breast had to be about the size of a small watermelon.
This girl was also clearly in great shape. Her figure was curvaceous and fit. Her arms were well defined and muscular. And her toned abs were proudly on display.
She wore baggy jeans on her thick, long legs and sneakers that would have been way too big for Bill's feet.
"Hey there, I'm Claire, I'm your roommate!" She said, with an adorable smile. She crossed the room in just a few strides, her boobs jiggling with each step, and stretched out her hand. Bill hastily stood from his desk, almost knocking over his chair, and shook her hand. Her hand nearly completely enveloped his.
"H-hi, I'm Bill" he stuttered. Bill was flustered. He had to tilt his head back to look up at her perfect face, into her gorgeous blue eyes, and smiled back.
"I know they said there was no guarantee that we'd be matched with a roommate of the same gender, but I don't mind if you don't" she said with a smile.
"Yeah, me neither!" Bill responded. Of course he didn't mind, he was going to be living with the hottest girl on campus.
