My last class for the week let out at 4, and I packed up my books to go back to the dorm. As I headed out of classroom, a boy I recognized from another of my classes called out to me and came to talk.
"Hey Tina," he mumbled, mostly staring at the ground but occasionally sweeping his gaze up over my breasts, briefly into my eyes, and back down to the ground, lingering a little more on my breasts each time. I've gotten pretty accustomed to the 'double pass,' over the years with my 36Cs. Between my auburn hair, perky tits, and round ass I'm most nerds' fantasy, with just enough extra meat on my bones that they think they have a shot. Not that I can blame them; I'd fuck the shit out of myself. And I really would because I'm gay, which made the question I saw coming all the more depressing. "I was wondering if you'd want to get dinner with me and then study or something," the boy continued.
Classy... I thought. Who could possibly suspect "or something?" "Sorry," I lied, "I have plans with my girlfriend." He gulped and scurried away as they always do. Unfortunately I wasn't very good at holding down girlfriends as I had an unfortunate tendency to go down on every dyke who'd let me. My last girlfriend left me when she came home and found her neighbor rubbing her wet cunt up and down my face. I sighed and headed back towards my dorm. I didn't have a girlfriend, but at least I still had porn.
I arrived at my room and saw my roommate Diana at my computer wearing a bathrobe. "Is there something wrong with yours?" I asked, trying to mask my annoyance.
"Sorry," she said turning towards me in my chair, "I needed to check my email in a hurry and yours was already on." She cocked her head sideways and pouted a little with a look that I'm sure would get her anything she wanted from men. Goddamnit I hated having a roommate prettier than me. She had a perfect hourglass figure with firm, heaving breasts. Her black hair framed a slender face and fell halfway down her back. Her usual clubbing outfit of thigh-high boots, short skirt, and halter top made my pussy drool. Did she have any idea how frustrating it was to see her in her underwear? How long afterwards I'd picture those perfect breasts slapping my face from side to side?
"Ok, well are you done? I need it."
"Well it's funny you should mention that because I found some interesting stuff on here." She smirked and pulled up my web history. She thumbed through a few dozen tabs of lesbian bdsm porn. Women on women flogging, foot-worshipping, strapon-fucking, cunt-licking; picture after picture before coming to rest on one of busty brunette smothering a redhead beneat her ass. "I bet you liked this one, didn't you? They look an awful lot like us. Do you want to eat my ass, Tina? Lick my feet? Be my slave?"
"I'm getting an RA, you had no right to invade my privacy like that," I spat as I grabbed the door handle and pried it open.
"I'd let you, you know," she added with a cock of her head.
Every muscle in my body froze, and paused for just a moment staring out the half open door. Was she serious? I should run out of there as fast as I could, but still... was she serious?
It was too late, Diana noticed my hesitation. "Oh my god, you are such a fucking pervert," she laughed and slapped her thigh.
"And you're a fucking bitch." I pulled the door open the rest of the way and tried to take a step out... but I couldn't. Why would I walk away from this? It wasn't normal? So? Neither was I. I stood paralyzed in the doorway for a few seconds more.
"Close the door, slut," Diana ordered in a commanding tone straight out of my fantasies. I let go, and the door slammed shut. "Good girl, turn around."
I did as told and turned to see Diana toss her robe across the room. She stood naked and Amazonian, her left foot atop my bed. "You want to suck these, Tina?" she asked, gathering her breasts up and together, leaning over to flick her tongue over her own nipples.
"Yes..." I whispered, lacking any motivation to lie. Was Diana gay too? And a domme at that? Fuck classes, I'd never leave my room.
"No..." she teased shaking her head and dropping her breasts. "I think you want to suck on this." She slapped her box with a wet, filthy smack. I gasped and nodded weakly, unable to speak. "Is that a yes, slave?"
"Y-Yes... mistress... but I, I didn't think..."
"No, Tina," she interrupted, "I'm not a dyke, but I can still appreciate a hot naked chick, and I definitely enjoy a good poon job here and there, and if you're as big a lezzie slut as you seem like right now, I imagine you've gotten pretty good at them. Have you skank? Are you a slutty pussy pleaser?"
"Yes, Mistress," I affirmed, still not sure if this was real.