I'm still not sure that this happened, but the recurring dreams I have at night seem to confirm the reality of the situation. This is about what happened at the end of my junior year in college.
My last two weeks of school were hell as I tried cramming for several difficult courses for finals. My roommate, Jessica, and I decided to get a load off from all the hard work by going to the local bar and seeing what unfortunate guys would drool over our barely covered breasts and asses, eventually stepping up to the plate to buy us drinks. I'm no user, by all means, but a girl has to have her perks.
My roommate, Jessica, has been a dancer for ten years and her body told the story well. She had a lithe form, with her calves and thighs being toned to perfection, completed by graceful little feet. She always kept her toes painted in these extravagant colors that made them look like they were alive and dancing. The top half of her body was petite with small wiry arms and a washboard flat stomach. The long, honey hair she always kept down, lay on her shoulders always ready to blow at a moment's notice of a breeze. I, too, was in good shape always swimming for recreation. My family had a pool in our backyard growing up, so I found a hobby in swimming and listening to music throughout the boring, lazy summers. I was an inch or two shorter than Jessica at 5'4" and my breasts were my prized possessions, always having been ogled by guys at their DD cup size.
Neither of us dated seriously too much, figuring that there was always a better-looking, more interesting guy right around the corner. We pretty much partied on our time off, hooking up with fun social guys that lived in our apartment-like dorm.
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So we went out to the bar on Friday and had our handful of drinks and then, since few guys remained in the bars due to the semester's end, we just staggered back to the dorm which was a ten minute walk away.
"I'm so fucking mad there were hardly any guys there!" Jessica tripped on the sidewalk, laughing incessantly.
"Yeah, it was kind of bare in there but that's fine. I have a bottle of wine under my bed that we can finish off."
"Awesome, I will need that to fall asleep peacefully drunk."
"You sure you aren't drunk enough? You've been hanging on to my right breast for some time, trying to steady your walk."
"Sure, Sylvia, like you didn't enjoy the tugging." She pinched my breast causing both of us to laugh in our drunken stupor. It was a fairly warm night, but my nipple reacted to the touch hardening instantly. I shrugged it off. After all, breasts don't discriminate from which sex the contact came from.
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We stumbled our way into the dorm, eventually reaching our apartment suite. It was two-bedroom with the rooms being separated by a kitchen and living room.
Jessica followed me into my room and jumped onto my bed, her short summer dress settling just above her upper thigh. She kicked off her shoes, her toes flashing the rainbow, and tilted her head with a yawn.
"Come on Sylvia; break out the wine before I pass out already."
"Ok, let me go get some glasses out the kitchen."
She seems like she's already on her way to la la land
, I thought to myself.
I poured two glasses of the cheapest bottled wine college kids could afford. I walked back to the room, lo and behold, to find Jessica curled up in a fetal position, facing the wall.
"I should have known you had enough." I sat the glasses down on my bedside table and slipped off my pumps. I just closed my room door and began getting undressed for bed. I turned on the TV and took several sips of wine in between articles of clothing removed. I was finally down to my bra and panties and stumbled just a bit onto the bed.
"Wow, I guess I had enough too." I was still on one knee with both hands resting on the bed from my stumble and peeked over Jessica's body to see if the movement had awakened her. What I saw shocked me and made me giggle just a little, remembering those that I've babysat for when I was younger.
Jessica had her right hand resting between her knees for support, but her other hand was balled up in a fist with her left thumb resting gently between her parted lips.
It was so cute.
If I wasn't too drunk already, I would've searched for my camera and taken a picture. I got back off the bed and continued to undress. I took off my bra, freeing my hypnotic twins and letting them enjoy the air. I followed with my panties, noticing a small patch of wetness probably due to the drinking. I always get a little moist when drinking and I don't know why. I normally sleep in the nude, but something told me I wasn't about to struggle with a drunk girl who just passed out in my bed so I prepared to have to share my bed tonight. I slipped on some bright pink spongebob night shorts that were very unsuccessful at covering the lower half of my nice little booty. Then I threw the matching yellow tank top over my head, my breasts screaming for release from the tight cotton material. I went over to Jessica and tapped her slightly on the shoulder.
"Jess, babe, do you want to get undressed for bed?" No answer.
"Jessica, you need to get undressed for bed so we can both get under the covers." She stirred a bit and turned on her back, thumb still in her mouth, her eyes barely able to stay open to look at me.
"What 'chu say Syl...wh-, what's wrong?"
"Nothing is wrong, babe. I just need you to get undressed for bed."
