Lisa sat numbly in her desk as her professor rambled on about proportion distributions. How could she focus on college when so much was going on in her life? Lisa's body filled out the desk like a glove. Her ultra curvy body only befitted her chocolate skin. Lisa had always been teased about her weight and sometimes would begin to feel slightly depressed when she looked at the tight skirted, smaller waists of cheerleaders around campus. Lisa was a senior at Breckinridge University and had come to love college life. A once tentative freshmen nervous about living alone and having a roommate had completely developed into something more. Coming from a sheltered life in a small suburban town nearby she had no idea what to expect and could still remember the shock she felt on moving day.
"Are you sure you want to do this? We can always go back and you can live at home and attend the Granger University right in town."
I rolled my eyes and looked at the passing trees. So... this is it, I thought to myself. I was not excited about college or moving away from my friends and family. At 18, people expected me to be. I was moving out from under the watchful eye of my parents, but I had always found it comforting. However, things were about to change and I was feeling very unprepared.
"You know, Breckinridge is only 45 minutes away and Granger is a private college. I want to go to a Public University. Mom went to Breckinridge and she loved it. Right ma?" I asked.
My father was the feminine one while my mother truly wore the pants in the relationship. I remembered when I was younger he always packed lunches for my older brother and I. My mom worked full time and my dad worked part-time spending most of his days at home. My brother Ron Jr., the ever joker, always said that mom had a dick and dad had a pussy. I snorted at his crudeness and ignored him. But, I could see where he would get that. My dad with his light skin and hazel eyes standing at 6'0 but softer spoken never raised a hand to us. My mother, on the other hand was dark in every aspect. Her midnight hair and eyes was only matched by her dark chocolate skin and deep voice. She had a very full bust; though I wasn't sure of her exact measurements I knew her tits and ass were bigger than mine. I stand at 5'5 with 48DD and a 48 inch ass. People definitely knew where I got my looks from.
"Stop worrying Ron, damn! She's only 45 minutes away, it's time to let go and stop being a pussy about it," my mom barked. Some would see this as verbal spousal abuse, I called it Saturday. "Yes, you're right."
The rest of the trip went smoothly; we arrived at my dorm which was more like a suite. I had my own room and I shared a kitchen and living room with my roommate, who I had yet to meet. We unpacked my room and I began to settle in. My dad suggested we go out to eat before they headed back to their newly empty nest. My dad blubbered the whole time, occasionally misting up when he spoke of my brother who was two years older in an out of state college 4 hours away and now me being gone. I tried to comfort him and of course mom barked which usually got him to stop. Being the ever supporter he promised to drive my car up next weekend and slipped me a couple hundred dollars, "to tied me over" before slipping in the car and affectionately kissing my ma on the cheek, receiving a quick slap and a mischievous grin from her. I knew what they were going to be doing in a couple of hours.
I walked into my apartment only to find a series of boxes lying around the living room and the shower running. Well, I thought, my new roomies here. We were picked on compatibility and I knew her name was Mary Ann. From what I could tell from her Facebook profile she was mixed with something and she was very outgoing. Her light caramel skin was accentuated by her green eyes. We spoke a few times on the phone but nothing too serious. One thing about Mary Ann that stood out was her ass. It was round, full and high. Though my ass was large, it was proportionate to my waist where hers seemed to take on a mind of its own. I felt a ping of jealous, I hope she wasn't snobby. I entered the kitchen for a drink and turned on the television. I bent down into the refrigerator and was met by a pair of large dark eyes when I am up. Startled I dropped my water, spilling it on the floor.
"Ah!" I yelled jumping back. I could only stare. The dark eyes were peaked and firm and were matched by magnificent globes. Her tits were to die for. Mary Ann smiled brightly, "Lisa right? I'm sorry I scared you."
I could only blubber as she walked over the puddle coming closer. She reached into the drawer next to me. I could smell her perfume, something spicy that whispered, "Wanna fuck?" I never had sexual feelings for women but it was something about her that really set me off. It could be the three glasses of wine I had at the restaurant or being tired. But her standing there naked really didn't help.
