My freshman year at college was one total nightmare. Not the school or the classes, the dorm rooms at night. I was subjected to such outrageous treatment that I'm not sure I ever completely recovered.
I'm from a small town and had never even been in as big a city as Austin. I was very excited, though. It was something I had planned on all my life. I had not done well socially in high school. The girls had all been in their little cliques and ignored me most of the time, when they weren't being even crueler. I felt like college would be a whole new start for me.
When I entered the assigned dorm room, my roommate was already there and had picked out the twin bed she wanted so I started unpacking by the other dresser. "My name's LeAnn," I said to her.
"Your accent sounds like you caught a ride to school on a turnip truck; just my luck to get some no-nothing country hick as a roommate."
Stunned into silence, I went about putting away my clothes. I didn't want to risk talking with her. I couldn't understand why she'd be so hateful, she didn't even know me. When I get nervous, especially around new people, my voice just sort of retreats into a pronounced twang, I don't think she should make such judgments about me based on a single sentence.
"My name's Angela Anderson. You can call me Ms Anderson."
"Well, you can call me anything as long as you call me for supper," I said in an effort to inject a little homespun humor. Down deep I guess I was trying to appease her, to get by the unreasonable animosity she'd shown. She was truly gorgeous with long, tawny hair and tits the size of volley balls. It certainly wouldn't hurt if I could be her friend.
'Oh, god, you are a cornball but you've got a little grit. I expected you to go straight to the dean and get transferred to another room. But you're gonna try and tough it out with me, are you?"
Damn, I didn't know I could get transferred simply by asking. But by now I desperately wanted her to like me. I didn't want to give up and get a new roommate. There was something about her that sparked a need in me to overcome her dislike for me. Maybe she simply embodied all the arrogant little girls who'd ever looked down at me with their smirking eyes from their lofty, deeply entrenched social positions. Their families had settled the town a hundred years before while my father had come recently because of an opportunity to be a foreman at the newly constructed aluminum plant. I was compelled me to try harder to please Angela.
"Well, if you want to have it out with me, sooner is better," she said as she got up and walked menacingly towards me. I stepped back just a little and tried to figure out what to do. She rushed forward and grabbed me around my neck in a hammerlock and bent me over with my head pressed against her huge titty. "I had three older brothers and they tortured me all my life until I got old enough to beat the youngest one and hold my own against the second oldest. I never stood a chance against the oldest but he outgrew his need to torment me soon after I reached twelve."
"I don't want to fight," I pleaded.
"Too late, Dolly Un-Pardoned, you've let your big mouth get you into this, maybe your big mouth can get you out." With that, she swung me over her hip and onto my bed which groaned with the sudden weight.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, if there are certain places of mine you'd be willing to kiss, we could do that instead of fighting. It would still establish who's in charge around here."
"Alright, alright, let me up. Do you want me to kiss your butt? I will."
"Good, now you don't have to call me Ms Anderson," she said as she got off the bed and started undoing her shorts, "you can call me Momma!"
"But...ah, Momma, why are you taking off your clothes? I thought I was going to kiss it through your shorts."
"Dolly, you know you'd never get the full benefit of doing it unless it was on bare skin. That's the whole point. You'll need to kneel down now on the floor to be in the proper position. You see it's like paying homage but it's better than a dislocated elbow or shoulder."
Completely mortified, I scurried down on my knees so I could get this ordeal over with. While I leaned my face against her outthrust bare bottom, the door opened just as my lips touch her round asscheeks. God!
"Oh, excuse me, Angela, I didn't know you were busy." The girl said as she entered the room without regard her apology for being there. Fortunately she closed the door behind her, I didn't want every girl in the building to see me in the position I was in.
"Hi, Greta, my new roommate and I were just establishing the pecking order around here."
"Sounds interesting and where will I fit in?"
"I suppose you will rank right under me so maybe you should get Dolly to give you a little kiss, unless she may rather fight you."
"No," I interjected, "I don't want to fight anybody. I've never been in a physical confrontation in my life."
"You country girls just settled everything by kissing asses?"
"No, we didn't have anything to settle. Everyone behaved as though they were civilized."
"And if some girl started coming on to your boyfriend, you just said 'excuse me' and got out of her way?"
"No, if the boy chose to take up with her, then we figured it was good riddance."
