Authors Note: I'm going to try my best to make these a bit longer. However, my schedule doesn't really allow for me to write for as long as I would like to! I typically only have 3 or 4 hours to get a story penned, and I'm not a fan of leaving something half finished. Anyway, this story is trying some new things out, trying really hard to develop the characters more. That means this chapter is going to be a lot of build up. If that's not your thing, I understand completely, but I hope you enjoy!
Warnings: lesbian sex, casual nudity, experimentation
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I knew I wanted to try some new things this year. I was tired of being the same person I had been since I was in elementary school. The cliche of the college girl experimenting with herself is present in my mind, but fuck it, the phrase 'cliches are cliches for a reason' is a cliche, but it's a cliche for a reason. Damnit, now cliche doesn't sound like a word...
A suitcase full of new clothes, a book bag, and my camera was all I brought with me to The Plus, my new dorm. Though this was technically upperclassmen housing, since I met the age requirement I was able to get in. It's nice; two bed, one bath, full kitchen, and a common area that came with a flat screen. It better be nice, considering the price tag. It advertised a great view from it's floor to ceiling window.
I had been the shy, small town girl for 20 years of my life, too scared of leaving my family behind to even go to college. It felt like one day I woke up and everything around me was smaller. I didn't like who I was, where I was, or what I was doing. I found a college in a big city that offered a degree in something I only ever dreamed of pursuing, and I left that year. My parents were happy to see me being ambitious, but to see their little girl going so far away scared them something fierce, I think.
My boyfriend wasn't too happy. Said I was wasn't thinking straight, wasn't thinking about our relationship. He was right, but he was still a dick about it, so I booted him. Couldn't both reinvent myself and keep a string tied to my old life, could I? Okay, that makes me sound kind of cold hearted and mean. The relationship was going nowhere quick, and he never treated me like a girlfriend, just a woman he got to sleep with. Why I didn't break it off sooner I'll never know.
My dorm is on the 6th floor. Here I thought getting the attic at my old house was exciting. The door shows a large 610 in black block letters. I take a deep breath and open the door to my new home.
I was expecting to feel like a brand new person immediately. No one told me improving myself would take work and effort!
I throw my keys onto the black kitchen counters and go to find my new room.
"Hello?" I throw out, just in case. No response. I guess I get my pick of bedrooms.
In this case, that choice is an illusion. The two bedrooms face each other and upon inspection, are exact mirrors. I throw my suitcase into the one on the right, and look around. At then end of the hallway that leads from the bedrooms to the living room is a floor to ceiling window overlooking the neighborhood. The living room itself is pretty standard. Shag carpet, a single black fabric couch and the aforementioned flat screen on a wood TV stand. The kitchen and living room aren't separated by a wall, just a breakfast bar. Off the kitchen is the bathroom. A good sized shower with glass doors spans the back wall, with a small cut out for a washer and dryer.
I stand at the mirror above the sink and take a look at my new hair. I didn't dare show my parents, so I waited until I was in town to get it. It was the first thing I did in my new city. Cut short, spiky and layered, dyed platinum blonde. I loved it. My brother told me I looked like a girl named tracer from some game he played, but with blonde hair. I felt like it made my blue eyes pop. I give it a tug and a tease and walked back to my room to unpack.
I made up my bed, set my laptop on the desk, and I was done unpacking. I looked over my room once more, thinking I may have made a mistake in packing so light, when I heard the door open. My stomach did a slight flip as I wondered whether I should greet them, or just hide in my room or make it look like I was sleeping or...
"Helloooooo?" A woman. Phew...
I peek my head around the door and see my new roommate. The first thing I notice is how cute she is. Shes a bit shorter than me, maybe 5'7 or 5'8, and has a bright red pixie cut that suits her pale face very well. Her face is soft, with a tiny button nose.
"Hi!" I say, rounding the corner to help her with her luggage.
She puts her black suitcase down and opens her arms, coming in for a hug, which I accept, of course. Don't call me weird for smelling her, but she smells fantastic. It's kind of hard to nail down the exact smell, but imagine a spring breeze carrying the smell of a flower shop down a rainy street.
"I'm Rose, nice to meet you." She says sweetly after breaking the hug.
"Oh no way! I'm Lily, nice to meet you too!" Her name fit her well.
"So... Did you already take your bedroom or..."
"Oh yeah, I took the super nice one with a vending machine and a butler and I think yours is the one with the rats nests and no ceiling." I say, deadpan.
She laughs, thankfully not taking my joke seriously.
"So they're the same rooms then?"
"Ya, they're really nice too. Great view of the city like advertised. Did you need help getting moved in or anything? Is this it?"
"No, thank you though, this is all I got! I'm doing this whole... move to a new city, reinvent myself, find out who I really am kind of thing, so I packed pretty light. Just my favorite clothes and such."
"Kind of a cliche, isn't it? College girl explores herself at college?"
"Oh, sure, and with that fresh dye and chop, the fact that you're already moved in, and I'm sure brand new clothes are just classic old you, are they?"
"Okay, okay, you caught me! I'm also a cliche." She takes her shoes off and goes to put her suitcase and book bag into her new room, just adjacent to mine. She comes back out a second later.
"You weren't kiddin, that view is gorgeous! Have you ever seen anything like that?" The pure excitement in her voice was adorable. Despite being so nervous to have a roommate for the first time, I could tell we were going to get along great.
We didn't have classes until Monday next week, and it only being Wednesday, we had a lot of time to just hang out and get ourselves used to our new environment. It had been about an hour since we both moved in and we were sitting in the common area, watching some show on Netflix.
"So hey, I'm gonna go shopping in a bit, did you wanna come with? I'm probably going to some clothes stores and swinging by a grocery store to get some stuff." I say, wanting to go explore my new city.
"Yeah sure! That sounds like a lot of fun. Let me take a shower real quick and then we can head out?"
"Sounds good."
Rose gets up, throws the remote back onto the couch and heads towards her room. She appears a few seconds later, with a small bar of soap, and two bottles of what I assume is shampoo and conditioner. She's got a towel wrapped around her chest, covering any of her more private zones. I stare straight ahead, of course, not drawing any attention to my new roommate, but out of my periphery I notice that shes quite small, not just in stature. She makes no hurry to get to the bathroom at the other end of the apartment.
I find myself intrigued to know what it might have looked like under that towel. I had always appreciated a woman's body, enjoying the soft features and curves that are often associated. I never shied away from my thoughts of being with another girl; however, I had never tried to date or have sex with a woman. In my old town that would have been seen as scandalous. In this town though... I might just have to see where my interests take me.
Rose comes back out of the bathroom a handful of minutes later, hair all dried, but messy with the same towel wrapped around her. I thought she looked very cute with her hair all thrown around like that, and couldn't help but give a slight smile as she walked by. She must have noticed, because she looks back, not stopping, and asks,
"What?" Mirroring my smile.
"Oh nothing, just... I don't know, I like your hair."
"Thanks, I grew it myself." She laughs a bit, acknowledging how unkempt it looks, and gives it a little tussle before heading into her room.
"You're a dork." I say, laughing at her terrible joke.
Rose felt like an old friend already, and I find myself thinking how lucky I am to have gotten a nice roommate. She reappears a few minutes later, just as my show is ending. She's wearing a pair of really cute skinny jeans that hug her slight lower half snugly, and an off the shoulder ruffled crop top in black. She looks like she's about to go out for the night and absolutely rock it.
