It was the start of my third year of college and I was now a junior! Finally I was not going to be in a dorm but instead an apartment. No more RAs breathing down my neck to keep the room clean and police what I do all the time. It was an on-campus apartment which meant the rules were still pretty strict - no boys at ANY time for instance, but I was used to that.
In the past I had to wonder about what my one roomie would be like. Well, this year I had FIVE. The apartment had three bedrooms so I would only be sleeping with one and sharing a bathroom with four more. The bedrooms were all larger than my previous dorms rooms so I wasn't expecting any issues.
Although I was curious about all five of them, one in particular was on my mind - Jen. I had gotten her bio and introductory e-mail once the room assignments were made and we'd chatted a few times so I knew a bit about her. You never knew what a person was really like until you actually met them and the introduction letters were so sterile it was impossible to know how they would be when you actually met. Take my previous roomies for example...
My freshman year roomie was Brenda. Brenda lives in a nearby town about ten miles or so away. Her parents thought it would be a good idea for her to spend her freshman year on campus to help acclimate to college life. It worked out well for her even though she still went home most weekends. Sometimes she would let me come along which made for a nice getaway from the dorm room.
When I first left home for college I had a steady boyfriend with whom I had thought I would maintain a long-stance relationship and see whenever I got back. He went to a local college and we had been dating for a few months and I was starting to think maybe he even loved me.
Brenda took me home with her one weekend shortly after school started and we had fun taking pictures of me for my boyfriend. The photo session got pretty hot and eventually led to my first lesbian experience (OK, technically I have been having sex with my mom and her younger sister since I was eighteen but that is completely different from doing with a girl not related to me).
I was about to send them off to my boyfriend when an e-mail arrived from him telling me he was seeing another girl and just wanted us to be friends. Naturally I wrote the bastard back telling him what he could do with that proposal AND he certainly didn't get the pictures I had made up for him. I felt more hurt than I had ever been in my life. How could I have been so blind not to realize that he was just like all the other teenage boy that dated me just for sex?
Brenda was fantastic, though, and she helped me through those times, helping me forget my ex-boyfriend in a number of ways which including us sleeping together. We continued that for the rest of the school year and to this day I still consider her one of my closest friends. Unfortunately her parents weren't about to pay for another year in the dorms which meant I had a new roomie my sophomore year - Karen.
Karen was a multitude of conflicts. She was one of the sweetest girls you could ask for - and one of the most naturally sexy ones as well. On the one hand she was a confirmed virgin who was so up-tight about sex she wouldn't even masturbate, but on the other she had a figure I would have killed for and loved to dress in sexy clothes and skimpy bikinis. She was wonderful to be around and loved by everyone but was quite demanding as a roomie.
Things had to be Karen's way, though, which meant me sleeping with something on instead of nude as I was accustomed. It was crazy in a way. People talk about their college years as the times they did wild things and here I was actually being less open about myself than I had ever been. Needless to say Karen never knew much about my sex life although I think she suspected I was not everything I portrayed myself as at school. She certainly never had a clue why I was so happy to spend a weekend at Brenda's! At the end of the year we parted as close friends but she transferred to a school closer to home so I never saw her again and we didn't stay in touch.
From what little I knew of my latest roomie, I expected Jen to be in between the two extremes I had experienced to date. She was smart and had skipped a year of grade school when she was younger so she would be a full year younger than me. She had also been a cheerleader in high school and I immediately had memories of the little bitches at my high school that made up the cheerleading squad. I certainly hoped she had put that behind her but she still seemed quite the perky one when we had talked on the phone.
From her pics she had sent me I could see that she was quite pretty and even if she had not told me she had been a cheerleader I would have guessed. She just had THAT look - little miss perky with the brilliant smile and glowing eyes that had every guy in school drooling over her. Hopefully that meant she wasn't the prude that Karen had been but I realized that being so lucky as I had been with Brenda would take a small miracle.
It was move-in day and for the first time I drove myself to school in my "new" car. I should say it was my first car as it was mom's old Avalon that she gave up to get her new BMW. It had over a hundred thousand miles on it but still ran well and was comfortable to drive. My gear was packed in the trunk and back seat so I pulled up on the curb outside the apartment. It was easy to find - right across the street practically from my old dorm.
I looked at the girls moving into the dorms and smiled to myself. I should have rightfully been out of there last year but there was room in the apartments for only about two-thirds of the sophomore class so a lottery was held and wouldn't you know it but I lost. Better late than never though and I started carrying my stuff in and in the process met my new roomies.
Jen hadn't arrived yet so I got to pick out which bed and closet I wanted. I had everything in and was chatting with my other roomies when Jen and her parents showed up. They had driven in from Wisconsin where they lived in some town by a lake so it had taken them longer to get here than I did. I greeted Jen and in the process did a quick assessment. She was actually shorter than even I was at barely 5'2" and couldn't have weighed more than 95 pounds. She was indeed the bouncy perky type but in a pleasant way. She had a great figure and a smile never seemed to leave her face.
Jen's parents were wonderful and I noticed that the first piece of personal stuff she put in the room was a picture of her boyfriend. Later after she had moved in and said goodbye to her parents we sat down and got to know one another. Over the course of the next few weeks we grew closer and told each other more personal things during which I learned more about Jen and her boyfriend.
First of all, Jen was at least no virgin. This was actually more than just a minor confession for any girl to make at our school where sex was outright forbidden and premarital sex considered all but a mortal sin. We were both relieved to find that the other was actively having sex at home although we were totally different in that regard.
Jen had not lost her virginity until the summer after her freshman year of college and since then had only had sex with a total of three boys, two of them only once. Her most recent boyfriend, Alex, was the first and only boy she had given a blowjob to.
Needless to say I didn't tell her I had had one-to-one sex with dozens of guys by then and a total more than 100 if you counted the faceless guys at various parties I had gone to. It was a bit funny in a way in that while I played down my sexual history it seemed she was trying to impress me with hers. Apparently once she found Mr. Right the barriers came down and they had been fucking like rabbits all summer. It should go without saying that she missed Alex - a lot, and it wasn't his glowing smile she was missing already!
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As the weeks went by I could tell Jen was missing Alex more and more as it seemed she was getting hornier with each passing day. This worked in my favor as gradually we opened up to each other more and more in terms of discussing sex. I love to sleep nude and I can still vividly remember the shock on Karen's face the first (and last as it turned out) time she saw me slip under the sheets with nothing on.
Jen's eyes widened a little bit the first night but she didn't say anything and in fact the next night I noticed that she was sleeping nude as well. I smiled at her as she dropped her robe, revealing her petite nude body before quickly covering herself under her blanket. Her face reddened as she held the covers up to her chin and told me that sleeping naked was something she always wanted to do but her parents would have had a fit! After that night we didn't say anything more about it but it was the last time either of us wore anything to bed.
I loved to chat with people on-line about sex at night and while I could never get Jen into it (none of my friends do either unfortunately) at least she didn't interfere with me. Although she knew I was chatting a lot she never really knew about what and certainly never knew that at times I was discussing my incestual relationships!
Sometimes she would get on the phone with her boyfriend as I was chatting and it was at those times when I could tell she was missing him a LOT, and in more ways than one judging by the way she squirmed when they talked. Sometimes she would get up and take her phone to the bathroom. I would just sigh, wishing she wouldn't feel she had to hide when she played with herself while she talked to Alex. I would have loved to have heard what she was saying to him as well!
The real breakthrough came after about a month or so of us being together. Although I tend to be a night owl, mornings have always been my peak sexual time. I seem to always wake up horny as hell, my pussy wet from whatever nasty dreams I must have been having. At home my dad stops by my room before he goes to work which helps me out but usually he doesn't have a lot of time and I still will often masturbate even after he has fucked me. At school I am left to take care of myself - literally.
At first I just fingered myself quietly under the covers, trying not to wake Jen. Apparently I wasn't totally successful because one morning when I thought she was sound asleep I must have been a little louder than I should have been when I came. Jen was on her side turned away from me but to my complete surprise I could tell from the way she was moving that she was doing herself!
