When I returned to college for my junior year I had a new roommate. My old roommate had transferred to another college of higher prestige at the last minute. It was the school she originally wanted to go to but didn't really have the grades in high school. So she had worked hard, got good grades and they finally accepted her. But that left me without a roommate so my college assigned me a new one. Her name is Amy, and she just transferred in from a junior college. Light brown hair down to her shoulders, nice perky breasts, a good C cup. An ass very much like J Lo's. And a killer smile. Overall very sexy and pretty. And she flaunted it. On the day we moved in she was wearing a pair of tight short shorts and a tight t-shirt. Her thong straps rose above the shorts on either side. All the guys were checking her out.
We lived in a suite, 2 bedrooms sharing a bathroom and a living room. Katie and Heather were our suite mates. That night after moving in we were pretty sweaty and smelly. Amy showered to clean up. When she came out she was totally naked, drying her hair with a towel. She started talking to me like nothing was unusual. Looking her up and down she looked even better naked than with her provocative outfit from earlier. Her perky tits pointing straight out, her erect nipples looked to be about the size of my pinky finger around. Her light brown triangular bush appeared to be neatly trimmed. The tan lines showed she wore a tiny bikini. As I stared she continued on like this was normal. She pulled on a nightshirt, then we gathered in out living room with some other people for some beers and to catch up on the past summer.
Turns out Amy is a very sexual creature. She has a large collection of sexy underwear. And she wasn't afraid to be in front of me nearly naked or completed naked. It wouldn't be uncommon for us to talk before bed, Amy in only her sexy underwear. We hit it off immediately, quickly becoming good friends. One night she was out and I went to bed. Shortly after that she came in, but she wasn't alone. She had some guy with her, and they immediately found her bed in the dark. It wasn't long before they were fucking. Quietly I rolled over so I was facing them. They were illuminated by the moonlight coming through the window. He was on stop of her, his butt rising and falling as he thrust into her. Then they switched positions, she climbed on top. Her breasts bounced as she rode him. His hands reached up and massaged her tits, her back arched, her head back. He grunted as he came. They stopped shortly after that, Amy falling on top of the guy. He got up, dressed and left. I had trouble falling to sleep that night, the visions of Amy getting fucked running through my head.
The day after the birthday party Amy drilled me for details of what happened. I told her how I danced and stripped for the guys. I didn't tell her how I fucked the whole roomful of guys, but I did admit to fucking the birthday boy. She hung on every detail. She said it sounded like a hot time, and that she wished she was there to see it. Next time I said.
The following weekend Amy went home to visit her parents. I was at the library when she returned on Sunday evening. When I returned she was sitting on her bed Indian style, wearing only a pair of black lace panties and a bra to match. She had a book in her lap.
"Hi Melissa, my mom made us some cup cakes, have one." She pointed to her desk where a plate of cup cakes sat. Thanking her I grabbed one.
"How was your weekend?" I asked taking a bite of the cup cake. It had a lot of white frosting on it.
"Quiet. My parents took me out to dinner, then a movie. Nothing too exciting." She replied.
"So nothing like the other night with that guy?"
"So you were awake. Well sorry about that. He wasn't that good anyway."
