I knew two things the moment I met my new roommate: first that I couldn't stand the bitch; and second that I wanted her.
I didn't even know that I was a dyke yet. I mean, I was fresh out of high school, where you just didn't talk about things like that. I had gone out with a few boys, even fooled around with them a little, just because I was curious. I couldn't really get into it. But girls... I would whack my clit silly thinking about girls. I guess I was pretty deeply in denial.
So anyway, it was the first day of college, and I was sitting around in my dorm room with my new friends, we were all taking hits off a bong, and I was thinking about how cool college is; to actually be able to talk and interact with other people, people who don't care how they dress and aren't into sports, and actually have two brain cells to rub together. And like to get high to boot. Right in the middle of this impromptu gathering, Sara walked in.
"You must be my new roommate." I said. They had sent everyone a picture of their roommate. She was Asian, Japanese I think. She stood there in the doorway, looking at us disapprovingly. She wore neatly pressed black slacks and a white blouse. Just a hint of makeup. Her short black hair was impeccable. She sniffed.
"If you insist on using illegal drugs", she said airily, "Please refrain from doing so in our dorm." There was just the tiniest hint of an accent in her speech.
My new friends and I exchanged glances. Great. So this was my roommate. We moved to a less uptight dorm room. But not before I lusted after her. She stood there in the doorway, waiting for us to leave. She had two bags, the kind that stewardesses carry their gear in. She was a little shorter than me, but standing straight up she gave the impression of tallness. Her breasts were small and pert underneath her blouse. I am a sucker for small, pert breasts. Her lips, pursed in a frown, looked full and kissable. I wondered what she sounded like when she came.
Things were frosty between us from day one. Fortunately for my sanity, she took a very heavy course load, and I rarely had to see her. I took to avoiding my dorm room if I knew she was going to be home.
I remember the first time I saw her naked. It was a Saturday morning. I had just woken up, and I was lying in bed, reading the book I had put down the night before. I could hear the water running; she was in the shower. The water stopped. I could hear her in the bathroom, drying off. Then she came out of the bathroom, stark naked. I may have actually gasped. There she was, totally nonchalant, walking around completely nude. I tried not to stare. She had a beautiful body. Slim and toned, she had a flat tummy and long, smooth legs. Her breasts had a slight upward turn to them, with small brown nipples, and they jiggled pleasantly as she moved. She had a triangle of black hair above her pussy. She ignored me as she went about her morning business, making no attempt to cover herself. I pretended to read as I watched her parade around naked. She had such a beautiful ass, firm and shapely. Finally she got dressed and went out. My pussy was soaking. My fingers wasted no time, pulling on my nipples and stroking my clit, I gave myself a rocking good orgasm right then and there.
After the second or third time this happened, it might have occurred to me that she was doing this on purpose.
I would have a beer or two sometimes, but I definitely wasn't into the party scene. I was a nerd in high school, and it was the same in college. Sara wasn't a party girl either. That's why I was so surprised when she stumbled in late on a Friday night. I wasn't really asleep, just on the edge of it. I had gotten high with some friends earlier, and then lain in bed reading for a while. I had only turned off the lights a little while before. It had seemed a little strange that Sara was still out. Maybe she had a date. We never talked any more than absolutely necessary.
Anyway, she came stumbling in. I felt the light from the hallway on my eyelids. I heard the door slam shut. I looked at the glowing green digits on my alarm clock: almost 1:30. I could hear her getting undressed. I wished I could watch, but it was dark, and my eyes weren't adjusted.
She fell into bed with me. I could smell the alcohol on her breath. I wondered for a second if she was so drunk she had gotten into the wrong bed. Then I felt her exploring hands under the sheets, and I knew it was no mistake. Her hands were roaming all over my body, touching my softly, and I arched my back with pleasure. I had never been intimately touched by another girl, and I loved it. Inexorably, her roaming fingers found my breasts, my nipples already erect and aching. Her fingers pinched and twisted, sending little shocks through my body, straight down to my throbbing clit. Her mouth found my breast, sucking and nibbling, as her hands worked their way down my body, seeking that wet place between my legs. God, I wanted her. My legs were spread wide for her, my cunt swollen and drenched. I could feel her heavenly naked body pressed against mine. Her long, delicate fingers penetrated me. I was coming, and she hadn't even found my clit yet. My hips bucked as she fucked me. She was fucking me hard, slamming two or three fingers in and out of my gaping cunt. Her thumb kept banging into my clit, making me gasp with pleasure. I came and came. I wanted so badly to taste her, to suck her clit into my mouth, to lick her pussy, drink her juices, to make her cry out. When I was done coming, she disentangled herself from my body and got out of bed. I started to get up after her, but she pushed me gently but firmly back down. I lay there, confused and sticky, as she went to the bathroom and from there to her own bed.
She had nothing to say to me the next morning. She was awake before me, and parading around the dorm naked. God, how I loved her body. I watched unabashedly as she got dressed. She gave me a look that might have been contempt, and then she was gone. I had no idea what to say to her.
This happened several times that semester. With no warning whatsoever, she would crawl into bed with me and fuck me silly. Sometimes she would go down on me, other times she would just use her fingers. She never kissed me, and I was never allowed to touch her back. I thought I would go crazy. She obviously enjoyed teasing me, being naked in front of me, distracting me when I was on the phone or trying to study.
It was finals week. The weather outside was crisp and cold, snow was in the air. I had a ton of studying to do. In high school I had never studied; I could get could grades and barely pay attention in class. Here it was different. I had two finals the next day, and I was worried about them. Sara was in the room too, working naked at her computer. It's a measure of how hard I was studying that I was hardly aware of her presence.
