I was sweating profusely by the time I finished unloading the last of my belongings into my dorm room. My parents were called away due to a family emergency, so I had to move in by myself. Not exactly how I pictured starting my college experience.
Despite my desire to start over and explore new parts of myself, my parents wanted to protect me from the world. While I wanted to live in the freshman dorms, my parents insisted I live at the Chabad House on campus, surrounded by Jewish life and under the watchful eye of the rabbi.
It was a compromise I could live with. I had heard tales of the Jewish parties on campus, and I was excited to see if they were as wild as rumor suggested.
Lost in my thoughts, I began to unpack the last of my belongings. The room was cool, a stark contrast to my sweat-covered body. My clothes were clinging, and strands of my brown hair were stuck to my forehead. I looked like a disheveled mess. It was hardly the way I wanted to meet my dormmates.
"Hey," I heard a voice say.
Turning around, I saw a breathtaking girl, a few years older than me, standing in my room in only a towel. Her wet blonde hair framed her face, giving her an angelic appearance. I was taken aback by how cute she was. I was also taken aback by how naked she was. The towel was barely the size of a hand towel and did little to hide her goods.
I realized I was staring and fumbled a response.
"Oh, hi, I'm Stephanie. Steph," I announced.
"I guess we are roommates, Steph. I'm Jenna," she responded, stretching her hand out.
As I reached out to shake her hand, Jenna's towel dropped to the floor, her naked body coming into view. While I knew nudity was a fact of life while living in the dorm, I didn't expect to see my roommate naked within moments of meeting her.
"Oops, sorry," Jenna giggled as she reached down to pick up her towel.
"Well, it was inevitable that I would see you naked at some point anyway," I said, trying to alleviate any embarrassment she might feel.
"I'm glad we got that out of the way. Now I just need you to get naked," she joked.
I look down awkwardly, unsure how to respond. I knew she was joking, but the way she said it left me feeling stripped bare.
"I didn't realize upperclassmen lived in the dorms," I said, putting the attention back on her.
"With everything going on, my parents wanted me to live in a dorm this year. They thought I should be more involved in the Jewish life on campus, and what better way to force that than have me live in the Chabad House," Jenna explained.
"I guess that makes sense," I said.
"What about you? Why aren't you in the regular dorms?" Jenna inquired.
"Same, really. My parents are really excited for me to start school here, but they were worried I'd stray too far from how they raised me if I wasn't thrown into Jewish life on campus," I explained.
"Listen, I'm going to meet some friends. Wanna come?" Jenna asked.
"I look a mess," I mumbled.
"I think you look cute. Not many things hotter than a dirty girl," Jenna winked.
"I, um, I," I stammered.
"I'm just kidding. Why don't you shower, and then we can head over to my friend's house?" Jenna stated.
I quickly showered, applied some simple makeup, and threw on a fresh pair of shorts and a cute shirt. Looking in the mirror, I was happy with what I saw reflected back at me.
When I returned to my room, Jenna was dancing to music, wearing tiny cut off jean shorts and a red tube top. She looked carefree, not a worry in the world as she grooved to the music. The way she moved it was clear how comfortable she felt in her body. She seemed so different from the girls I grew up with. She was a breath of fresh air. I hoped her friends had that same energy.
She caught me staring at her and smiled at me.
"Ready?" She asked while taking my hand.
That was the first night of many where Jenna and I hung out until all hours of the night getting to know each other better. While I made my own group of friends, I always looked forward to returning to my room to spend time with Jenna.
When Jenna wasn't studying or hanging out with friends, she was always off with some guy. I couldn't believe how big of a slut she was. She would openly flaunt how much she loved hooking up.
Here I was, a virgin, only having dated one boy all throughout high school, living with the embodiment of sex. Jenna and I were a contrast in life. Yet the more I hung around her, the more I became in touch with my own sexual desires.
One October day, I woke up insatiably horny. With Jenna around, it seemed like I would never get any relief. I finally decided to go for a run, knowing that when I got back, Jenna would be in class. I hoped that, in the meantime, I would be able to run out some of my sexual energy.
It was a late October heat wave, and with each step, I could feel the sweat trickling down my back, soaking into my sports bra and shorts. The air was heavy and humid, making me breathe harder and sweat more than normal.
The harder I pushed myself, the more my clothes clung to my body. My sports bra felt like a second skin plastered to my chest. With each step, the bra rubbed against my nipples, making them uncomfortably hard.
By mile six, my shorts had road up into all the wrong places. I didn't like to run with underwear, as it often caused chafing. Yet today, I wish I had, as I was certain I had a pronounced camel-toe. A wave of embarrassment shot through me, causing me to quicken my pace eager to escape the gaze of onlookers.
As I entered my room, slamming the door, I looked at myself in the mirror. My once tight pony now hung around my bright red face in a tangled mess. It wasn't uncommon for heat to bring out my needs, and there was something about me looking flush that made me even more turned on.
I ran my hands over my damp clothes, teasing my hard nipples through my sports bra.
Jenna wouldn't be returning from class for at least an hour. That meant I would have plenty of time to get off before she returned.
I ripped off my damp clothes and lay on my bed. My long nails trailed along my clavicle before slithering down to my overheated chest. I cupped my breasts, feeling their heft in my hands. My palms pressed into my sensitive nipples, making me moan loudly.
Teasing my nipples was how I always loved starting my masturbation sessions. Before college, I rarely masturbated, yet being around Jenna had left me in a constant state of arousal. I couldn't quite place why. Maybe it was her sharing details about her sexual conquests, or maybe it was just her general being, but either way, since moving into the dorms, I needed to cum at least once a day.
Sweat dripped down my tits as I caressed the skin around them. The longer I teased myself, the wetter my pussy got.
I pinched my nipples hard, twisting them lightly between my middle and index fingers.
"More," I purred.
My other hand slid down my slick torso and over my toned thighs. I spread my legs, inviting my hands to explore their desired target. Exploring the tender skin around my vulva made my labia more inflamed with every passing second.
I spread my lips open while sliding a finger between them. I ran my finger up and down my slit, making my hips buck wild.
My cunt screamed at me to make it cum. I buried one finger and then another deep into my pussy. Slowly, I developed a rhythm, my hips meeting my fingers as they thrust into me.
