"Bye Karina, see you in class tomorrow!" I heard one of my group project partners say as they waved goodbye.
"Ok bye, see you," I said back with my Spanish accent.
If there was one thing I was incredibly self-conscious about, it was how I sounded here in America. I recently moved to the US from Argentina to attend Wheaton College. My parents, my family, and all my friends back home were shocked when I chose this school. However, I desperately wanted to get out of Argentina and go to school in the United States. All in all, I thought Wheaton was the perfect choice, especially since they gave me almost a full scholarship.
The only problem about going to school in the US was that sometimes the students here had a hard time understanding me because of my Spanish accent. On top of that, while I was mostly fluent in English, there were still some words I either didn't know or had a hard time understanding because of their accent. I kept telling myself that it was ok and that the longer I stayed here, the better I would understand, right? Although, it was things like this that made me incredibly homesick, and sometimes I wondered if I made a mistake picking Wheaton.
While I had doubts about being here, there was one thing that seemingly made up for everything; the boys. There were so many freakin' hot guys! It was like no matter where I looked, there was an extremely attractive guy that I could get lost staring at. I don't know if it was the different food here or what, but I never saw guys who looked like this back home. Naturally, I was too shy to actually talk to any of them, but that was ok. The eye candy was enough for me.
When I would call home, my mom always asked me if I liked any of the boys at school and I eventually broke down and mentioned my biggest crush; my roommate's boyfriend. Ugh, I felt so bad about it. I felt dirty too! I just couldn't help it. His name was Fred and he was insanely attractive. When I first met him, I felt like I forgot how to think or talk. I was that smitten. He was tall, clean, smelled great, and was jaw-droppingly muscular. He wasn't ripped like a bodybuilder, but you could easily make out his muscles, and often dreamed about exploring them with my hands.
He had a barrel chest with huge pecs that seemed as hard as a brick wall. His shoulders were wide and his muscular arms were thicker than my thighs! Speaking of thighs, he had to have the thickest and strongest I had ever seen. He was one of the few guys who had just as muscular of a lower body as their upper. I never saw a guy who looked like him before. Americans really seemed to be built different or something. I could never have imagined bringing home a white guy before, but Fred definitely would be an exception.
After telling her all about him, I thought she would admonish me and help me think straight, but she was strangely supportive. She told me that if there wasn't a ring on my finger, or his, it was fair game. I was astonished and told her that trying to break them up was wrong! She just laughed and said something about a goalie and still scoring. I couldn't believe my own Mom was saying things like this to me. Didn't she know how wrong that was?
Now because of her, every time I saw him around campus, my heart would immediately flutter and I wondered if there was a chance to be with him. It didn't help that he always seemed to notice when I was near him and would give me a charming smile. I constantly had to remind myself he was spoken for, but I always got a sensation that his eyes lingered on me a little too long too. I always wondered if he was checking me out, but I usually didn't dress sexy or revealing, so why would he?
That wasn't to say that my body wasn't worth paying attention to though. I was actually pretty damn confident in how I looked, especially since I felt like I had a distinct look due to my Spanish heritage. I had very dark brown hair that went way past my shoulders to my upper back and light brown skin that was smooth and radiant due to my obsessive skincare routine. Also, I was in incredible shape due to my obsession with dancing.
I loved to dance even when I was super young and when I got older, my Mom helped me find a local dance team to join. My favorite dance was the tango, but I also learned how to do dance choreography for lots of pop songs too. The routines were really physically grueling, so because of that, I had a fairly athletic body with toned arms, a flat stomach, and strong legs. Fortunately for me, Wheaton also had a dance team I could join!
Beyond my athletic appearance, I was also very proud of my figure too. I had perky C-cup breasts that looked big on my petite frame given I was only 5'3". However, my most noticed asset was definitely my ass though. Thanks to my intense dance routines, it was big, round, firm, and seemed to attract male attention no matter what pants I wore. I would get hot just thinking about whether Fred stared at it whenever he walked by.
After getting lost in my thoughts, I realized that I walked out of the school's campus and arrived at a long row of townhouses that were designed to be rented by college students. It was definitely more expensive than living in a dorm, but I loved the idea of having a living room to relax in and a small kitchen to cook the food from back home that I missed. It was late, so I quietly entered after entering the keycode for the lock. I gently closed the door so I wouldn't wake up my roommate and I silently dropped my backpack too. That was when I heard the first moan.
I couldn't help but blush even though no one was looking at me and I continued to hear noises coming from upstairs where our bedrooms were. It was pretty obvious my roommate invited her boyfriend over to have sex. It wasn't too surprising. I told my roommate that I would be back really late tonight, but my group work ended earlier than expected. She probably figured she would have plenty of alone time with him.
Most girls would probably be embarrassed or grossed out by their roommate having sex, but for me, I was strangely turned on by it. Probably because I was helplessly in love with her boyfriend. As I continued to hear the soft moans of my roommate, I quietly walked up the stairs since I didn't want to interrupt. The whole time though, I couldn't stop imagining what Fred looked like naked. His physique was impressive and I could only imagine how much better he looked without those clothes hiding his features.
By the time I got to my room, I started to feel hot and strangely aroused. The more I heard his loud grunts, the more I imagined his muscular body. Did he have a thick cock to match the rest of his body? No, stop it Karina. He's off-limits! I had to remind myself that there was no way for me to find out. Unless...
No, that was crazy. Then again, there was only a short hallway separating our rooms and her door was slightly open. Maybe I could...no, no. I couldn't do that, no way! Why was I slowly walking over there? Ok, maybe just one small peek, right? Most of the lights were off, so they probably wouldn't see me and they would be too focused on each other anyway. Oh Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, I couldn't believe I was doing this. My heart was pounding hard in my chest. Alright, one small look. Just to see. Then that was it. Simple, right?
Now that I was closer, I heard his body slapping against hers. I was standing right outside the door and part of my brain was still trying to reason with me that this was a bad idea. It was getting completely ignored though. I desperately wanted to see him. I knew it was completely irrational, but I just had to know! I gripped the doorway frame tightly and I ever so slowly moved my head to peek inside. Blood was pumping so hard that it almost made my vision blurry, but I finally got a glance and my eyes widened in shock.
He looked better than I even imagined! He was completely naked and sweat seemed to be pouring from his body, which made his skin glisten in her barely lit room. She was on her back while he was on top and pounding hard into her. I saw his arms bulge, his back flex, and I also got a great view of his cute butt. Thankfully, her bed was on the opposite side of the room and he was facing away from the doorway so there was little chance they could see me, especially since I hiding in the shadows. I breathed a sigh of relief that only her desk lamp was on.
Nonetheless, after a quick look, I quickly pulled my head away and laid my back against the hallway wall. I didn't realize it earlier, but I was breathing incredibly hard. So hard that I tried to control my breathing out of concern they could somehow hear me. I moved my hand to my chest to feel how hard my heart was beating and I was shocked when my arm grazed against my breast and I felt how hard my nipple was. In the secrecy and danger of it all, I didn't realize just how much my body was responding to this.
Fuck, I needed to see him again. That one glance wasn't enough and I needed to see more. Just like before, I ever so slowly brought my head past the wall and gave myself another glimpse. His powerful body continued to completely overwhelm my roommate and I wished I could be dominated like that. I saw how his hands were squeezing my roommate's breasts and I felt my body shiver as I pulled my head away again to avoid being seen.
While his hard thrusts continued to echo through my head, my hands went to my boobs and softly squeezed them through my t-shirt and bra. I opened my mouth to moan but quickly stopped myself. I looked down at my C-cup breasts and saw how my small hands were barely able to cup them. While I continued to squeeze, I started to imagine what it would be like if Fred was mauling at my breasts. His huge hands would completely cover my boobs and he would squeeze them harder than I could too. My body shivered while I imagined how his rough and strong hands would feel against the soft skin of my breasts.
