Sexy And Teasing Roommate Pt 01

Zach had just moved into his graduate school dorm. He was 27 and studying psychology. To his surprise, his roommate was a 21-year-old undergraduate student named Violet. She was a senior fashion major and the president of her sorority, Alpha Beta Alpha -- known for having the hottest girls on campus.

Violet stood at 5'4", with blonde hair and an hourglass figure that turned heads without effort. No matter what top she wore, it always looked like it was one breath away from bursting open. Her pants clung to her legs like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination. With every step, her curves bounced -- her chest and booty moving in a rhythm that made it nearly impossible for Zach to focus during their first interaction.

They first met when Zach walked in, suitcases in both hands & ready to settle in. What he wasn't ready for was the sight of Violet doing yoga in the living room -- wearing nothing but a thong and a sports bra. She was in downward dog, her thong completely swallowed by her ass, her perfect white cheeks raised high and unapologetically in his direction. His brain turned to mush.

He stood frozen, eyes wide, words failing him -- until Violet popped back up, turned around, and gave him a playful smile.

"Uhh... hi... me roommate," Zach stammered.

Violet laughed, and her tits bounced wildly in the tight sports bra -- two soft, perfect handfuls straining against the fabric. Zach's eyes locked on them for a second too long before he forced himself to look away, his pulse spiking.

She walked toward him, each step making her ass jiggle in the barely-there thong, the thin waistband disappearing between her cheeks. She stopped right in front of him, chest rising and falling just inches from his face.

"I'm Violet," she said, then leaned in and hugged him. Her tits pressed flush against his chest, warm and soft, her skin still a little dewy from sweat. His hands hovered in the air, unsure where to go, afraid to touch her -- or maybe too tempted.

She pulled back with a smile. "I'll catch up with you after yoga. I only have a couple hours left!"

Then she turned around and strolled back to her mat, ass swaying with every step. Without hesitation, she bent over into downward dog again -- her cheeks spread, thong vanishing between them, giving Zach a perfect, unapologetic view.

Zach did his best to ignore her as he moved his stuff in, but she was making it -- and him -- really hard. Every pose she struck seemed to send all the blood from his brain to his cock. After two grueling hours of pretending not to stare, he rushed to his new room, shut the door, and dropped onto his bed. Pants off, boxers down, and within seconds, he was stroking his cock to the memory of Violet's body moving like a living wet dream.

Her tits had been stuffed into that tight, sweat-damp sports bra, bouncing with every movement she made. In upward dog, they'd pushed forward, stretching the fabric to its limits, nipples stiff and pressing against the thin material like they were desperate to be sucked.

When she had stretched her hands into the air, her sports bra had ridden up scandalously high -- the fabric barely clinging to her tits, exposing the full, soft curve of her underboob. It was the kind of tease that didn't feel accidental. Each deep, steady breath she took made her breasts rise and fall in a slow, sensual rhythm, the weight of them causing the bra to inch higher with every inhale. They swayed gently, full and heavy, like they were begging to break free -- and looking back, it was a miracle he hadn't dropped every box and come in his pants right then and there.

And her ass... fuck, her ass. Perfectly round, tight but soft, jiggling with the smallest motion. When she dropped into child's pose, it was lifted high in the air, thong buried deep between her cheeks, leaving nothing to the imagination. Every time she moved, it shook slightly -- a bounce so subtle and hypnotic it might as well have been choreographed. The way the waistband of that tiny thong hugged her hips, the curves swallowing the fabric whole -- it was enough to drive him insane.

Zach had never been premature -- not even close -- but within a minute of stroking, he was right on the edge. His grip tightened, breath quickened, every image of Violet's perfect body flashing through his mind like fire. He was seconds away from exploding.

Then came a knock on the door.

"Roomie? Everything okay? You kinda disappeared after moving your stuff."

His heart stopped. Panic slammed into his chest as he scrambled off the bed, still rock hard, slick with pre-cum. He grabbed for his clothes in a frenzy, yanking his boxers and pants back up in a single, clumsy motion. Luckily, he was only four inches hard -- stiff, but small enough to tuck away and pray it didn't show.

"Oh, uh, yeah!" he called out, voice cracking slightly as he zipped up. "I'll be right out!"

He would have to wait for another chance to finish.

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Zach and Violet ended up having a three-hour-long conversation (thankfully, she had changed into a T-shirt and leggings for it). They had much more in common than he'd anticipated.

Violet was hoping to move to NYC after undergrad -- which happened to be exactly where Zach had a job lined up after finishing his graduate program. She was also a certified Pilates and yoga instructor, which helped her make money and pay her way through college. Zach had worked as a tutor during undergrad, so he completely empathized.

In other ways, though, they couldn't have been more different. Violet was the head cheerleader and president of her sorority -- the kind of girl Zach would've never even shared a class with, let alone talked to, back in undergrad. He'd been a shy, bookish type who kept to himself, more focused on GPA than parties. He didn't tell her, of course, but he'd been a virgin until 25 -- not by choice, just circumstance. Girls like Violet had always felt completely out of reach. Now, one was not only talking to him... but living with him.