Roommates are always an issue. I have had roommates that turned out to be my best friend and roommates that I hated. At the end of my junior year of undergrad my three (good) roommates moved out. That meant three new roommates would move in within a couple of weeks.
The first one moved in within a couple of days. Her name was Cameron. I didn't see her much. She spent most of her time at her boyfriend's place.
A couple of days later Janet moved in. She was one of the people I couldn't stand. She had her nose in my business like there was no tomorrow. Why in the world she needed to know where I was going every time I left the apartment was beyond me.
Then the third moved in. Her name was Jackyln. She had dark hair that cascaded down the length of her back, legs that seemed to never end and a body that competed with that of the Hooters girl of the year.
She seemed nice enough. She invited everyone in the apartment whenever she went out, though I always turned down the invite.
I was the type of girl who stayed in. I did my homework and saw my friends at class. I was, to be completely honest a loser. And to add to that I was a prude. I'd only had one boyfriend, he was the only one I'd ever kissed.
I was a very sexual person, but I NEVER let that get the best of me. I considered anything having to do with sex wrong. Whenever a sexual thought crossed my mind I ignored it. I changed the topic to something less racy. And whenever a thought about how attractive my new roommate was I got very nervous.
But I couldn't help it. Her 34 C cup breasts taunted me. She walked around the apartment in a tank top that exposed her hard nipples. I longed to touch them, to feel them, to kiss them. I felt guilty. Here I was thinking these horrible thoughts about my roommate when she had a boyfriend.
I had just gotten out of the shower when I heard a knock at my door. "Just a second," I yelled as I looked for something to cover myself with. There was a sweatshirt lying on the floor, it would work. I pulled it over my firm butt and zipped up the front to cover my perky breasts.
I opened the door and Jackyln was dressed to go out. She was in a silver shirt that clung to her in just the right places. I gave her a once over. After realized what I had just done I felt my face flush and hoped she hadn't noticed.
"I'm going out with Anna and Libby tonight. You up for a girls night out?" if she had noticed my appraisal she didn't let on.
"I don't... actually ya. That sounds good."
"Really?" she said shocked. "Not that I don't want you to come, it's just..." she trailed off.
"I know what you mean. I just never go. I get it. But I'm in a mood tonight. I'm ready for some fun. But can I ask for some help?"
She nodded.
"I have nothing to wear."