----First time writing. Please tell me what you think. I plan on continuing the story. It will shift more into incest as Cory's story continues.----
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Cory was a college freshman. Eighteen years old and just finishing her first semester. It had been a whirlwind. She had always been excited to experience life away from home and she had loved every minute of college. The campus was beautiful, she liked her classes, the social life was so much fun and the boys...they never failed to keep her entertained.
Cory gave a half smile as she recalled the good times she had over the course of her first few months here at state.
"Fuck", she whispered under her breath as she felt a little tinge of horniness and frustration.
She shared her dorm room with her roommate Hannah. She was a total babe who Cory instantly clicked with. Both were lively and loved to go out together, and Hannah never shied away from bringing a friend back home after the bars closed. Too bad Cory was leaving for home this afternoon, she could go for a night of fun after finishing her finals, and her frustration was doubled by the fact that Hannah was already out drinking while she was stuck here. And so she mindlessly shuffled back and forth around her room packing her bags for winter break and letting her mind wander.
Her small rectangular dorm room had been good to her this semester. Two twins sat opposite each other against the side walls, high on their legs with a desk and a dresser under each respectively. Cory's side was neutral in color with a white comforter accented by beige and maroon pillows. Twinkle lights hung in an arc across her wall lighting her maroon, black and tan tapestry that was pinned up. As much fun as she liked to have, she always liked to keep herself and her things well put together. Her side stood in stark contrast to Hannah's. The bright colors attatcked the eyes. Bright blues and teals were prominent in Hannah's bedding with non-matching grey and yellow pillow cases. Her dresser and desk were cluttered underneath with makeup cases, clothes, underwear, books, and whatever else could be unloaded out of her hands as soon as she could walk through the door. Hannah was messy but it never came on Cory's side, much to her relief.
"Oh myyyy", Cory groaned as she continued to pack. It was taking forever and it was already going to be late by the time she got home. All her make up was packed. A quick check on her dresser; she snapped up her brush, dark brown hair hung from it, almost black in the dim lighting of the room. She hastily put her toiletries in her bag. Clothes half done, she reached to her bottom drawer to get her pairs of jeans. She grabbed her jeans and threw them in her bag. Just as she was going to close the drawer she saw a flash of rose gold.
"Idiot", she mumbled to herself. She had completely forgot about her vibrator. She picked it up and held it in her hand. Almost a foot long, her Hitachi style vibrator had more than earned its keep. She still almost couldn't believe she had actually bought it, but Hannah had convinced her of that. And, like all of Hannah's wild ideas, it was one she hadn't regretted. She debated on wether or not to bring it with her, she didn't have the privacy at home that she enjoyed here at school. If she was caught using it here in her dorm room, Hannah would just laugh at her and go about her business. If she was caught at home though, she would be screwed. As she looked at it in her hand she thought about how good it felt to use and again a little tinge of excitement build up in her.
The start to her time at college had been a whirlwind. Classes, socials, parties, boys. Non stop they all flooded her attention and time. Hannah, being a social butterfly, had only served as a catalyst to Cory's desire to have fun while she was away at college. By the end of their first weekend Hannah had already hooked up with a cute guy. After a few weeks she had regular hookups and Cory, who had always enjoyed the idea of sex, really began to want to explore herself.
"Just act like a slut." Hannah told her when Cory asked how she was always getting laid.
Cory determined to herself that she could do it. By the end of her first month at school her prospects had begun to come together. A boy who lived a few floors down started hanging out with her and Hannah at the bars and after a few nights out they had finally had sex. She loved every minute of it. She didn't tell him nor Hannah, but that was her first time. It was such a relief to break that social barrier. She had sex a few more times after that and She was hooked. Cory was excited for her and Hannah's future sexual exploits and yet somehow it didn't last. Her grades were dropping, so she doubled down and got them back up. All A's this semester, but good grades had it's price. Adding the dates up in her head, she figured it had been almost two and a half months since she last had sex, and even though she and Hannah had gotten new vibrators together, cumming with her vibe wasn't quite the same as cumming on a real dick. It had been a long time and Cory was becoming increasingly frustrated. She constantly found her mind drifting off to a sexual fantasy throughout her day to day. And ending all her nights alone were adding up. It didn't help that she had to endure Hannah hooking up right next to her sometimes too. Hannah always said she was welcome to join and a few times she was on the verge of doing just that. But she never could act on her desire and now she was regretting it. Hannah was always telling her to act more slutty. That she would enjoy it and to stop worrying. The more days that passed by without her having sex, the more slutty she wanted to act. It had been a long time as Cory was going crazy.
"Fuuuuuuuck", Cory whispered to herself again in frustration as she hid the vibrator under her clothes at the bottom of her bag. All done. Fully packed she grabbed her Heather grey backpack and slung it over her shoulder. With one hand she grabbed her black duffel laden with clothes and used the other to pick up her keys and phone. It buzzed as a new text appeared on the screen. Cory swiped it open and a picture of Hannah popped up, her blonde hair was flowing down just to the tip of her shoulders. Her blue eyes were bright in the flash, and her pink lips smirked in a cute little smile accented by a mole just above her top lip.
"Miss you already ho :*" the text read.
Cory held up a phone and snapped a selfie of her pursing her lips. They were faded pink and juicy. She liked her lips, Cory thought. Her grey/blue eyes were cool against the contrast of her dark brown hair, pulled up in a pony tail, her bangs cut strait across her forehead just above her brow. No makeup. Cory preferred to go without, though on nights out she might put inn a little. Cory knew she was attractive. Five foot six and athletic. She didn't lack for curves in the right places. Her breasts were more than full. And her ass did not lack for roundness.
She sent the picture back with the caption: "Don't fuck in my bed while I'm gone!!" Knowing it was probably a fruitless demand. With that she was off and out of the room. Cory turned to lock the door, the bronze plating of her room number glared at her, 417, and she stepped away toward the elevator. As she rode down, her mind drifted to the image of Hannah getting fucked in her bed. She didn't hate the idea of it. She could feel herself growing wet as the image of the steel elevator doors melded away into her quick fantasy. In her mind it was Michael, the hot guy from 402 who wouldn't talk to her all year that was with Hannah. Tall, tan and muscular he was behind her thrusting. Hannah had a great ass and it looked so good as she was getting fucked from behind. Michael slapped her right ass cheek as Hannah moaned for more.
"Ding!" The elevator doors pulled open as Cory lurched out of her daydream and into the lobby.
"Damn" she said aloud as she walked toward the desk.
The fluorescent light was pulsating above as she waved at Gene the Dorm moniter.
