When I first arrived at the University of Maryland in 1998, I was more than a little intimidated. The campus seemed huge and since I was from out of state, I didn't have any friends attending with me.
I had initially been drawn there by the excellent reputation of Maryland's engineering program. And, once classes got underway, it became apparent that the reputation was well deserved. The curriculum was challenging and most of my teachers kept me on my toes. I thoroughly enjoyed being made to think in new ways.
After class, though, was another matter. I had always been shy and this was the first time I'd ever been away from family and friends for an extended period. A month into my first semester and I was acutely homesick and second guessing my decision to attend a college so far from home.
Which is why I was so fortunate to have had Angela for a roommate. Her personality was, in many ways, a striking contrast to mine. She was vivacious and seemed remarkably comfortable in her own skin for someone so young.
Of course, I often mused, I would probably have radiated confidence as well, if I had her looks. I don't mean to say that I was unattractive; quite the contrary. My athletic 5'6" frame combined with my red hair to garner me my fair share of male attention. My 'A' cup breasts may not have been my favorite feature, but smooth skin, well proportioned hips and legs combined with a ready smile to more than make up for them.
But, Angela?
She was something else altogether.
Angela only stood five foot two, but the curves she packed onto that tiny frame were truly eye-popping. Her voluptuous breasts had hypnotized nearly every male pair of eyes that encountered them (and a few of the females to boot!). Beneath these treasures, her torso tapered to a trim waist which then flared to femininely wide hips with lusciously rounded buttocks. Anyone walking behind her found their gaze drawn irresistibly to that swaying 'oh my god' ass, which only led you to her alluring legs. To top it all off, Angela's skin was a flawless, creamy dark chocolate that seemed to radiate good health.
That rich, coffee complexion was the perfect setting for her large, expressive, amber eyes which were shaded by long lashes. Her shapely lips often widened into a dazzling smile that usually carried more than a trace of mischief.
But, enough, for now, of Angela's physical charms. It was her easy-going confidence and friendly demeanor that smoothed my adjustment to being away from home for the first time. We helped each other with our homework, checked each others' papers, and all the while, she slowly drew me out of my shell.
But as much as I enjoyed Angela's company, I was still frustrated by the lack of privacy there in the dorm. Back home, my sister and I had never had to share a room. As I've mentioned, I was somewhat shy. Angela used to ridicule me mercilessly for stepping into the bathroom every time I wanted to get dressed or change clothes. Eventually, I stopped doing this just to get her to shut up about it, but it definitely took some getting used to.
Worst of all though, was there was no opportunity to masturbate. After several weeks with no chance to relieve myself, I was getting pretty wound up.
I was still a virgin when I arrived at Maryland, though I had a boyfriend during most of my junior and all of my senior year of high school. Sander and I worked our way up to some pretty heavy petting, but I simply wasn't ready to go all the way yet. Whenever it seemed like I was going out of my mind with lust (which was way too often by twelfth grade!), I would simply promise myself a pillow-biting climax as soon as I got home that night.
By the summer before college started, it seemed I was treating myself to a long, drawn out session of self pleasure damn near every night. And here I was, four weeks into my first semester at University and not a single orgasm; not even a quickie! Day by day, I was getting hornier and grumpier. Something had to give, and soon!
It was with this uppermost in my mind, that I walked into our dorm room after classes one Friday evening. It looked as if I'd arrived just after Angela, since she was just hanging up her coat and hadn't yet unloaded her backpack. As I closed the door behind me, she beamed that cover-girl smile in my direction and said, "Emma, I've been wanting to talk to you about something... delicate. Would this be a bad time?"
That, of course, piqued my curiosity, but I was also ravenous, so I answered, "Would you mind if we ordered some pizza first?"
"That sounds perfect. Extra cheese and green peppers, right?"
I nodded assent at our frequent compromise, since she didn't like my artichokes and I wasn't too crazy about her mushrooms.
While we waited for the pizza delivery, we both started getting out of our clothes to change into our PJ's. As Angela undressed with her back mostly turned my way, I found myself checking out her figure. When she had removed her blouse and bra, she bent down to take off her socks and then pull off her jeans. I stopped what I was doing and found myself staring at her opulent breasts hanging down as she leaned over. It was a little cool in the room and I could see even from this three quarter rear view that her nipples were protruding.
My eyes wandered from her breasts to the smooth expanse of skin across her well toned back. Her flesh was so lustrous and supple that I felt an urge to reach out and run my hands across it. That impulse didn't exactly weaken as she slid her pants off and I got an eyeful of her glorious backside. As she lifted her left leg to pull completely free of her jeans, I also got a glimpse of her sex. Did I detect a gleam of moisture there or was that simply my overactive imagination?
I was pulled abruptly from my reverie by Angela's voice, "Are you gonna finish getting undressed or do you have to watch me to see how it's done?"
My complexion must've deepened by three shades and I was about to stammer out an apology when there was a knock on the door.
Angela threw on a robe and called out "Who is it?". As she opened the door to the pizza guy, I realized the tone of Angela's question to me had been flippant and she probably hadn't meant anything by it.
But, I also was suddenly aware that my mouth had damn near been watering while I watched her disrobe and that there was a familiar tingle between my thighs. Jesus Christ! What the hell was wrong with me!? Was I so horny that I was now salivating over a female!?
Obviously, I had to find some way to get some time alone; some way to relieve the mounting tension before I made a fool of myself.
After the delivery man had left, Angela and I each spread out across our respective beds and started to chow down. I looked across the few feet that separated our beds to see her trying to subdue an unruly string of cheese that hung between her lips and the pizza several inches away in her hand.
I suddenly remembered that she had wanted to talk. "What was the 'something delicate' you mentioned earlier?"
"Oh yeah. Look Em, I don't know about you, but I feel pretty lucky that we ended up with each other as roommates. Especially when you consider some of the horror stories you hear."
"I got somebody who's smart, funny, easygoing and considerate. I couldn't have gotten a better roomie if I'd been able to pick one myself." I warmed at her praise while bracing myself for the "but" I sensed was imminent.
Angela continued, "So, my problem isn't with you so much as with our situation. I've hesitated to bring it up because I know you are a private person and somewhat bashful. But things are coming to the point where I felt I had to speak up and I'm hoping we've gotten close enough that you won't be embarrassed." With that, she swallowed the last of her pizza, wiped her hands and mouth with a napkin and looked me squarely in the eye, "After all, sweetie, just remember... it's only me."
The smile on Angela's face was disarming. It made me feel safe. "We've been rooming together for about a month now. Our schedules this semester are nearly identical, so, for the most part, when I'm here, you're here. When I'm away, you're away."
"In many ways, that's been a blessing. After all, it's allowed us to get to know each other pretty well and to become really comfortable with one another. In fact, the only drawback I can think of is that neither of us had had any time to ourselves."
