Jayne was looking forward to finishing college. She had done all of her coursework bar one and was finishing that day. She always aimed to get high grades but could feel her focus waning as the day grew on. Realising she was just too excited to make her coursework any better she sent off the work and left, with nothing but the bright summer and university to look forward to.
Her celebrations were vast, she drank too much and fucked many boys. She was a very pretty girl and never failed at getting male attention. She had long brunette hair that was never a strand out of place, her face was slim and flawless, she was beautifully tall and athletic, curves where they were meant to be and with obvious muscle definition. Jayne always wanted to please boys, her libido wasn't very high but she didn't like letting boys down or leaving them rejected. She knew that people were calling her names because she had slept with many men, but the way she saw it, she was simply helping men quench their thirst with no regard for her own.
She was keen to find herself a lover, but she never found success. Short relationships, perhaps, but nothing longer than a month. Jayne just assumed she was simply not old or mature enough for a relationship and didn't dwell on the subject much.
In August, her hard work had obviously showed up, her results were the highest in the class! This meant that she had a pick of all of the universities she had applied for as they all said they would take her in. She settled on London University. Far enough from her home in Wiltshire, but not too far. Grinning from ear to ear, she applied for halls accommodation, not affording a room to herself, so she had to get a twin room, which made her even more excited as Jayne loved to meet new people, and what better ways than living with them!
Finally the time had come for Jayne to go to university. She packed all of her bags and her parents drove her to London, where she promptly said goodbye and excitedly went to her room. The room was quite small, with a bunk bed, two desks and two drawers. She had opted for the en suite bathroom as a little treat and it was small, with just a shower cubicle, sink and toilet. Though small, Jayne had already taken to love her little place.
Jayne was first to arrive at halls and she was beginning to get nervous about meeting her roommate and others in her halls. She unpacked her bags and called dibs on the top bunk- she always had top bunk. She still didn't see any sign of her roommate, and all this excitement of moving had made her a little horny. Stretching out on the bed she tried to evacuate all horny thoughts from her head, but it just made it worse. Figuring she was going to be alone for a little while, she slipped her hand down her trousers, undoing the button and fly zip.
She felt her clit and, as usual, marvelled at how soft and silky she felt beneath her fingers. As she started rubbing, she felt the tension growing insider her body, she felt herself getting wetter, she was hyperaware of her ragged breathing. She hadn't had a decent orgasm in days!
Just when Jayne was really getting into it, she heard a door slam and somebody talking, saying goodbye. Jayne removed her hand as fast as she could and did up her jeans just as the bedroom door opened.
They girl that was stood in the doorway was quite short, with curly brunette hair and had a very slim figure. She paused to analyse her surroundings and noticed Jayne on the top of the bunk bed. She smiled politely and realised that Jayne was a bit red in the face, and she was out of breath, her face held an expression of that of a rabbit in the headlights. She thought that Jayne was ill or something, so she simply asked "Are you alright?"
It was a simple question, but it shocked Jayne, as she was certain that this girl had seen something, but it appeared she hadn't, so she just went along with it.
"Yeah, I've just sorted out my bag and it's left me a little tired," she replied, "I'm Jayne by the way."
"Annie, pleased to meet you," said the other girl. "I see you have claimed top bunk, so I'll sort my stuff out on the bottom, ok?"
"Yeah, fine by me. Sorry, I always have top bunk, hope that's ok." Said Jayne meekly.
Annie raised her eyebrow and replied "ok but I get first dibs on the shower in the mornings," to which both of the girls giggled and agreed upon.
As Annie sorted out her bags, the girls chatted, and got to know each other, and Jayne knew that Annie was going to be a close friend of hers. That night, they went out to celebrate moving in together and they both got quite drunk. Jayne told Annie about her slutty alter-ego, to which Annie just giggled nervously and asked "how do you have the confidence to take a man back to your place, though?"
Jayne contemplated this for a while and she eventually replied "I have a morale on life; if you want to do something, do it. If you never take that chance and you never try, then you'll never get what you want. Yes, you stand the risk of embarrassing yourself or creating an awkward situation, but that a risk I'm willing to take."
Allow replied in a low whisper "that's so inspirational," and she got lost in unfathomable thought.
A few days later, Jayne was feeling the strain of her not-so orgasm. Sharing a room with Annie was nice, she was chirpy and always happy, but she never left Jayne's side. Just as Jayne was getting desperate, Annie announced "I'm going to the library, come with?" To which Jayne eagerly but politely declined, knowing full well that this alone time was the best she was going to get.
As soon as Annie was out, Jayne prepared her time to herself. Jayne loved watching porn, a secret that she always kept to herself. Calling up her favourite porn website, she selected the 'reality section', loving the thought that it could happen. She watched lesbian porn once, and it was with a boy, whom she was close friends with and she turned it off after four minutes. Not because it didn't turn her on, but because it made her incredibly wet, and she was so embarrassed that lesbian porn turned her on. Over time, she figured it was a one-off situation and she was as straight as they come.
