Note: The first story in this 'series' is "Danni Gets Her Wish." You don't really need to read it to understand this one, but I might write more stories that involve previous ones I've written. This story is told from Danni's roommate's perspective.
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The only way I can think of to accurately describe her is trashtastically gorgeous. She strolled into our room with such confidence that, without even knowing her name, I wanted to be her. She looked over to the right, where I was sitting on the bed I had claimed as mine, and nodded at me.
"You're Morgan, right? I'm Danielle, but you can call me Danni."
"Hmm? Uhh....hi...Danni." Already I had made a fool of myself. I could feel my cheeks heating up and was sure she has already labeled me as a loser in her head. Surprisingly, she only gave me a light chuckle and threw her bags on her bed to the left of the door.
As she started going through her things, I gave her once-over. She had her long medium blonde hair with underlying streaks of brown up in a ponytail that made her look like the innocent school girl that you just knew she wasn't. Her outfit consisted of a very low, very sheer white tank top with a thick stripe of silver sequins on top and a stretchy pleated denim mini skirt that barely covered her ass. From the apparent raw edges, I suspected she cut it shorter herself. An even bigger surprise than her outfit was what was under it. Or rather what wasn't. She was very obviously not wearing a bra, but if it weren't for the thinness of her shirt and her partially erect nipples you wouldn't be able to tell. I couldn't help but notice how large her breasts seemed in comparison to her body. She had to be a 34 or 36 DD, but couldn't have weighted more than 125 lbs. As she turned toward me, I noticed that her left nipple was pierced.
Interesting,
I thought.
"So Morg, what's your major?" Apparently we were at the point of nicknames already.
"Me? Oh, I'm majoring in business. What about you?"
"No clue. I'm thinking maybe fashion." I noticed her giving my outfit a quick look and suddenly felt grossly overdressed. By most people's standards I probably wasn't, but then again Danni wasn't most people. I was dressed modestly in a pair on worn in jeans and a pink t-shirt, but I somehow felt more exposed than her. She seemed very comfortable in her lack of clothing while I felt unsure of myself in mine.
As we both moved to our dressers to put our clothes away, I couldn't help but to look at her once again. Standing almost next to her, I felt like her polar opposite. I was 5'3, had shoulder-length dark brown hair, and wore a 34C. I had never died my hair, had no tattoos and the only unnatural holes on my body were the ones in my ears. Her face was cute and heart-shaped but definitely had a sort of naughty presence and her attitude conveyed the same. She was a girl used to getting her way.
I had wondered when she came in why she only had a couple of bags and not lots of suitcases like I had or maybe even steamer trunks like some of the other girls. From watching her unpack I gathered it was because most of her clothes could basically fit into the palm of her hand. Sure, she has lots of jeans and even sweatpants, but most of her clothes were tiny tops and even tinier bottoms. She flung fistfuls of thongs into the top drawer along with quite a collection of sex toys. I felt myself blush once again. She looked over and saw my reaction.
"What? You can't tell me you don't have any toys," she said.
I nodded my head, "Nope."
"Really? Well, you can always borrow mine," she said with a wink.
Ok, then.
Later, we sat down on my bed and ate some pizza we had ordered when we were unpacking.
"So Danni, why didn't your parents come with you?"
She hesitated then answered, "My mom ran off when I was a kid and my dad isn't really good at letting me go. We have a
really
close relationship."
I sensed there was more to the story, but she didn't offer and I didn't ask. We went through all the typical getting to know you questions. Neither of us had boyfriends, I came from a kind of strict family while Danni came from a less conventional one and we both were really excited about starting our new college life. As she was talking, I noticed she had her tongue pierced and I asked her about it.
"Did that hurt?"
"No, not really. I'm used to getting piercings and tattoos though. I have two tattoos and, not counting the three holes in my ears, five piercings."
"Five? Ok, I see your nose, tongue, ahem...nipple and bellybutton. Where's the fifth?"
She smiled, "In the same area as my tattoos. Maybe you'll get to see them sometime." With that she winked again, gathered her shower stuff and went to the bathroom.
ONE MONTH LATER
Me and Danni were best friends now. We shared everything, including clothes and even toys sometimes, and were hardly apart. Most people couldn't believe it since we were such opposites, but it was true. We had both fallen into a rather comfortable if not different, routine. I was on the cheerleading squad and was one of the most skilled and popular freshman cheerleaders while Danni was the outrageous party girl. Needless to say, most of the squad hated her since, naturally, most of their boyfriends loved her. I don't know how Danni dealt with it. We were a fairly small school, about 1,200 or so, and every time one of the cheerleaders or their friends passed by her they either gave her a dirty look or had some equally vicious but lame remark. Not that Danni was one to take it. She always had a quick comeback ready and the situation never really seemed to bother her that much. I decided to ask her about it one day while we were hanging out in our room. She had just come in from a shower and we were both getting ready for a party.
"Do you ever feel hurt by what they say?"
"Hmm?"
"The cheerleaders, you know. All the rude comments and mean looks. Does it ever hurt your feelings?"
She dropped her towel on her bed and walked over naked to her dresser. Most girls would've been appalled by this, but living with Danni, I was used to it. Over the course of the month I had learned where that other piercing and two tattoos were. In between her legs. She had her clit pierced and the words "lick" and "here" tattooed on her inner left and right thighs.
"Oh, those bitches? Please!" She said as she shimmied into possibly one of the world's tiniest thongs. I couldn't help but notice her round, firm ass. "They hate on me cuz their boyfriends prefer my pussy to theirs. Besides I've licked half those cunts anyway. They're just embarrassed that they liked it so much they begged for more."
I nearly choked on the water I drinking. "What?! You've done what?"
"Huh? Fucked their boyfriends?", she said as she tried on one skimpy top after another.
"No! The part after that."
"Oh, licked their cunts? Yeah, I've done it. I think I've eaten just about every pussy on the squad. Varsity and JV. Every one except for yours. Hmm."
"Wait, when did this happen? I thought they hated you and that the feeling was mutual."