I was walking back to my dorm, having just finished a Bio midterm, and thinking about what my roommate Julie and I would do tonight. We smuggled some alcohol into our dorm room, and were intending on partying. I felt a wet spot form in my panties just thinking about it.
Maybe I should backtrack a bit. My name is Cassie. I'm a freshman in college. Julie is my roommate and new best friend. Since the residence hall we live in is called Hartmann Hall, we've been dubbed "The Hartmann Hotties" by many of the guys in our dorm. I'm not one to brag, but the nickname is quite well deserved.
In high school, my friends used to tease me, calling me an 'asian J-Lo'. I couldn't be too mad at them, because it got me lots of attention from boys. Or perhaps it was my perky 32 B tits that got their attention. At least, that's what I'd like to believe. In reality, it was probably my ass that attracted the most attention. It was, and still is, huge! Up until my first boyfriend told me how much he liked my butt, I thought it was ugly. Now that I know how boys feel about my firm, round backside, I love my ass, and I flaunt it every chance I get. If having a ghetto booty wasn't enough, my tiny waist and flat tummy accentuated its hugeness, giving my 104 lbs. body some slamming curves. Thanks to my asian heritage, I had a very young looking face, slender, with straight black hair in a bob style that I'd grown fond of my senior year. My eyes were naturally brown, but I recently started wearing cosmetic contacts that made my eyes a piercing crimson hue.
Julie, I came to find out, was considered a goddess in her small hometown. She's about 5" taller than me at 5' 9", and very leggy. Her ass was nowhere the size of mine, but it still looked fantastic in a tight skirt or a pair of jeans, and, she tells me, is her favorite way of attracting attention. What she lacks in ass size, she makes up for in her boobs. Julie has the most magnificent pair of 34 D tits I've ever seen, real or fake. Hers are all natural, (Trust me.) and they provide her with a nice amount of cleavage even when she doesn't wear a bra. She, like me, had a flat tummy, but she had enough tone show that she worked out. Despite her centerfold looks, Julie's face is what I consider to be her most stunning feature. The has baby blue eyes that seem to look into the depths of your soul, and a perfect smile with lusciously full lips that makes boys, and even some girls, swoon over her. And to top it off, she has brilliant, wavy red hair that cascades down the sides of her face, down to just above her tits. I've found myself looking at her with a hint of jealousy more than once.
Julie and I met for the first time on move-in day. We quickly became friends, half because we had a lot in common, and half because neither of us knew anyone at school yet. By the end of our first week, we were inseparable. We shared everything with one another, clothes, stories about past boyfriends, and even a few more intimate details of our lives. Little did I know that we would soon share a lot more.
After a month, we had made enough friends and found the right connections to truly settle into the college life, and by that I mean putting off schoolwork and going to hot parties. So, we spent the last week of our first month at some strange house, downing drinks like they were water, and flirting with boys just long enough for them to pay for said drinks. By the end of the night, I was pretty drunk off of Long Island Iced teas, and Julie looked equally smashed.
We staggered home since the party was only 3 blocks off campus, and I'm sure we were a sight. The red dress I wore had been stained beyond recovery from cheap beer someone accidentally spilled on me, and Julie's skirt and top were disheveled from many a guy trying to cop a feel when the opportunity arose. Our walk back was filled with drunken chatter. Julie couldn't stop talking about how hot she thought some of the guys at the party were, and what she let a few of them do to her when no one was looking. I mostly just gawked at her frankness and inquired about her boldness. I did, however, told her that it made me kind of hot when I had beer spilled on me, which caused my nipples to get hard and show through my dress.
When we got back to the room, we both started getting undressed. I unzipped my dress and let it slip down and pool around my feet. I unhooked my bra and flung it in the general direction of my hamper. As I watched it land in front of my hamper, my attention was drawn to Julie who was in the process of stripping off her shirt, revealing her ample chest to me. I couldn't help but be impressed by her firm tits, tipped with pale pink nipples. My eyes drifted down her body, taking in what I could only describe as pure sexiness. Her low cut g-string didn't leave much to imagine, but I'm sure that's the effect she wanted.
At that moment, I snapped back to reality and I realized that I was checking Julie out. I covered my chest with my arms, and I was made painfully aware of my hard nipples. I was also aware of the tingling I was feeling in my crotch. My mind briefly flashed back to our walk home and I reflected on the intimate details Julie imparted to me in a new light. I panicced.
"I'm gonna go get a shower and wash the beer off of me," I announced meekly. Julie looked over quizzically at me, as I grabbed a towel and scampered off to the bathroom.
My mind was racing as I stepped into the shower. I had never thought about another girl that way before. I certainly wasn't expecting to be turned on so much from it. As the hot water washed over my body, I tried to push the images of Julie's nearly naked body out of my mind, but they just kept returning, and making me even hornier in the process.
A few moments later, I realized I couldn't fight it and I let my horniness and spiked blood alcohol level take over. I reached between my legs and started rubbing my clit. I felt an explosive release as my fingers worked diligently at my womanhood. I realized that I hadn't really paid attention to my physical needs much since I left for school. I had a "boyfriend" back at home, but we hadn't really made any plans to stay together when I left. As my mind drifted back to the last time I was with him, my other hand drifted to my breast, cupping it, and fondling my hard nipples. I relived that night, imagining it was his hand playing with my tits, and his cock invading my pussy as I rode him. I was in such a state of ecstasy that I didn't hear Julie come into the bathroom or poke her head behind the curtain.
"Wow," she said, "You're sexy." I snapped back to reality, and turned a bright shade of red, realizing that she had just caught me with my hand knuckle deep in my pussy.
