Anne pulled open the door without looking as she went into the bathroom and almost walked into her suitemate.
"Hey, watch it!" Jenn said playfully as she dodged her suitemate and the opening door. Anne snapped back to reality quickly and looked up. She saw her mostly naked suitemate standing in front of her. Jenn was standing there in her slippers and a loose t-shirt that was so old it had shrunk to the form of her body and nearly become transparent with age and wear. Anne's eyes followed her body down to her crotch and into the fluffy nest of golden hair at the junction of her thighs.
"Oh, sorry, Jenn. Didn't know you were in here," Anne said, prying her eyes off Jenn's body. Her rapidly de-glazing eyes shifted to her friend's and she giggled. "Must have just been spacing off." Jenn giggled with her. She had seen Anne's eyes devouring her body like a starving lion with a herd of zebra before it; and it wasn't the first time.
"No problem. I'm almost done in here, anyway," Jenn said smiling and moved over, giving Anne room at the sink they shared. Anne, trying to keep her mind off Jenn's tight little body, started brushing her teeth. She almost wished that Jenn would take care to wear more when in her room or in the bathroom. She was always wearing things that were nearly see-through, so tight that they left nothing to the imagination, or she was wearing nothing at all. Jenn was famous for leaving her curtains open while she was dressing in the morning, giving anyone looking a perfect view to her athletic body.
They carried on in silence and Jenn started brushing her hair and she sighed, reaching the inevitable conclusion she'd been avoiding. Her suitemate, her friend, her confidant for the last two years of college was a lesbian. The looks, the stares, the quick comments under her breath, all of them just started to be more than coincidence. It did seem strange that Anne didn't have a date in two years of college; she was a 5'8" red-headed beauty, with her creamy skin and her legs that never stopped and her big firm tits. Jenn was envious, and Jenn was the type of girl that other girls had to hate. She was 5'7", had long blonde hair, a tight little waist, a tight stomach, and a good pair of tits on her that were a healthy B-cup and never needed a bra.
Jenn almost stopped brushing her hair and she realized that she was staring at Anne in the mirror.
"What's wrong?" mumbled Anne through a mouthful of toothpaste, looking at her friend in the mirror.
"Oh, nothing, just thinking," Jenn said. She flashed a quick smile and went back to brushing her hair. That smile was the most beautiful thing in Anne's world and she could feel her mound swelling in the loose running pants she was wearing. She could feel her pussy starting to moisten, too, as her mind wandered to what that tongue behind that beautiful smile would feel like. She looked in the mirror at herself as she spit her mouthful of tooth paste out and could see her nipples standing out, trying to poke holes in the t-shirt she was wearing. She got a glass of water and could see that Jenn was in the same boat, her pink nipples swelling up and almost tearing the thin cotton of her shirt. The swell of her pussy was getting bigger, and lips started to try to devour the thin cotton sweat pants, her camel toe really starting to become prominent.