ROOMIES AT SCHOOL
Tina Waite arrived at the university to start her sophomore year, thinking about how she was able to take courses related to her interest in math and science. She was on a STEM scholarship, wanting to do more but considered her freshman year a waste on silly basic courses. She walked into the assigned dorm room, dumping her suitcase on the nearest bed.
She was five feet six inches tall, a willowy light brown girl with a trimmed afro. At least she considered herself willowy. To the rest of her family, she was a boyish figure including her tits, a source of embarrassment to Tina. Tina had A cups, the only female in the family with less than a C cup, most having D's. It was claimed by her sister that the tiny tits came from the mail deliverer who didn't have any. That it would also have meant her mother cheated on dad was the only drawback to the accusation.
The eighteen-year-old looked around, taking possession of the nicer of the two desks, meaning the one with the least amount of knife carvings and obscenities written in permanent marker in the wood. She hoped she had a better roommate than last year, a girl who liked to party. The only good thing was that the girl partied more than needed, failing her classes. Still, it would be good to not have someone up talking and drinking all night.
Her family arrived from parking the car, taking in the room with a shake of their heads. Yeah, the daughter was on scholarship, but really? The dorms could use some paint and wood buffing.
Another eighteen-year-old girl arrived, a five-foot four white girl who looked around, before nodding at the family. Then she went to dump her own suitcase on the second bed.
The two roomies met, the family taking them to lunch after they were unpacked. Then the family left as the two went to orientation. Both were happy to learn the other didn't party, Lyndsey Trail also on scholarship for bioscience. She was interested in how drugs interacted with the brain to relieve headaches, reduce tremors, improve memory or for that matter alter reality to make it seem like reality. She hoped to learn more to get a job doing research on the subject.
If there was a roomie problem, it was Lyndsey getting up before dawn to take a morning run before returning to go shower down the hall. By then Tina was awake, her yawning letting anyone know it was too early to be awake.
Lyndsey had no family so Tina insisted she go with her for the holiday break, fitting in with the family for two weeks. Tina's mom pressed about the missing family, but the roomie wasn't talking. No one still knew anything about her background when the two returned to the university.
By spring break, both were A students, easily on the Dean's List. Lyndsey was supposed to be only doing theory class work but was frequently found in the labs, helping others as they conducted tests, often having some ideas on how to get around a problem when the test results weren't as expected. Tina had the same opportunity, figuring out bugs in computer codes faster than the ones who wrote it.
The day before spring break, Tina was informed a drunk driver hit the family's car, killing all inside. Tina shut down in grief, able to make it to the funeral because Lyndsey took her there, met up with the funeral director and later the lawyer, Tina barely noticing where her roomie was dragging her.
Tina did notice when informed the drunk woman who killed her family was serving three months under house arrest. It got both of their attention to discover the woman's house arrest was at a nine-bedroom mansion, six acres of land, a deluxe swimming pool and horses to ride. Servants waited on the poor unfortunate girl as her parents worked hard to make sure the DA and judge didn't do anything that might tarnish the darling daughter's future in the business world.
Tina wanted to grab a rifle, shoot the bitch as it sat sunning herself at the pool, a maid having to move the umbrella and refill the drink. Lyndsey talked Tina out of it, finally slipping a drug into her drink to make her shut up and be more compliant such as not actually killing Jill Sims. She was from a wealthy and powerful family; two college students wouldn't do much harm. There would be time later.
They returned after spring break, Tina still getting drugs slipped into her drinks. She was sharp enough to finish up the family wills but pliable enough to listen to Lyndsey when Tina was getting out of control. It was later that Lyndsey worked on other compounds, making Tina an unknown lab rat as this was the one person Lyndsey could observe close-up and over time.
In the summer, they went back for Tina to sell the house and belongings as she had no need for them. Tina was a mess, leaving Lyndsey to handle most of the work. It was this time Lyndsey found a combination working better than usual. She gave it to Tina whose eyes glazed over, the rest just looking ahead. Lyndsey told her once they got back to the dorm and unpacked, Tina wanted to give her roomie a backrub. Even if turned down, Tina wanted to really do that backrub.
Tina agreed. Then she was given a few more suggestions, Tina agreeing. In a few days they were back at the dorm and unpacked. The first thing Tina suggested was to give her roomie a backrub. Lyndsey turned it down so they could go eat.
Tina came over, giving her a shoulder rub, informing her there was plenty of time to eat, but obviously Lyn needed her back muscles worked on. Lyndsey protested a bit as Tina went firmer on the shoulder and neck rub. They had never spent much time touching each other unless by accident so this was new to them both.
Lying on Tina's bed, Lyndsey was given a great backrub, Tina getting all the knots out. Then they went to eat.
Back at the dorm, they reviewed textbooks for the new junior semester, both happy they had less theory classes and more hands-on classes. Without a word, Tina came over, leaning to give another shoulder and backrub. Lyndsey simply leaned forward on her chair, letting the other suggestion take place.
By the end of the month, Tina was drugged a few more times, getting new suggestions each time. To Tina, she thought she originated ideas for thanking her best friend for the staunch support and aid in her time of need. That she felt pleasure massaging Lyn's legs and feet as her roomie lay on the bed only seemed to enhance the idea that this was fun and pleasurable for both.
By the next holiday break, Tina was eager to touch her roommate, touching in ways she didn't understand yet to her, seemed natural. To Lyndsey, it was learning how to make the suggestions so they would take, how to use the right words, offer the right incentives.
They stayed on campus, enough of the university open for the holidays for them to stay busy with experiments and checking future assignments. In the dorm room, Tina was given the suggesting compound to obey the new suggestions and an hour later, a new compound, one to aid in arousal and pleasure. Lyndsey hoped to use this one on her thesis, doing research on the results before senior year.
Tina was reading, shifting a bit as she did so. Lyndsey lay on Tina's bed, head and shoulders propped up by pillows, observing, noting on her laptop the time and movements. Soon Tina was moving more, reading less as she felt hornier than ever. Then again, at home, she had guys who enjoyed her activities. At the university, she wasn't spending any time or energy seeking out similar fun.
After ten minutes, Lyndsey asked what the problem was.
"I don't know, Lyn, it's like my pleasure button is being pushed. God, I haven't felt this bad in years."
A hand went to rubbing a nipple under the sweatshirt, another at the crotch of the sweatpants. She got up to go find an empty bathroom on the dorm floor before she'd start playing with herself in front of her roommate.
"Must be a heck of a push. Your crotch is all wet."
Tina looked down, the gray sweatpants now all dark with dampness.
"You might want to use a vibrator you have hidden in your desk drawer."
Tina was shocked her roommate knew she had three there but felt a quiver of pleasure run through her. Forget it, she yanked open a drawer, removed the middle vibrator and lowering her sweatpants and soaking wet panties, she started jamming it in and out. Her moans went louder.
Lyndsey watched for a few moments, kicking off her slippers and resting her hand on her own crotch. She waited for Tina to notice. Which she finally did.
Tina had no idea why but left the vibrator going full blast in her pussy, walked over to yank the sweatpants off Lyn, exposing her legs. She leaned over, kissing and licking the legs in what she hoped was a sexy manner, a bit disappointed when she got to the panties, they were barely moist.
"You didn't like that?"
"I did, Tina, I just prefer direct contact."
Lyndsey lifted her butt of the bed as Tina pulled the panties down, exposing the trimmed pussy of her roommate. Then she kissed it fervently, stopping only to lick like it was the best thing ever. Which to the drugged teen, it was.
"Reach back and keep fucking yourself with the dildo."
Tina complied with a moan of arousal. She kept licking, sucking a bit on the clit before licking again. She was so aroused she was barely thinking. When Lyndsey finally started moving as her own pleasure took over, Tina was barely aware she had permission to cum as soon as Lyndsey was done climaxing.
In five more minutes, Lyndsey exploded into Tina's face, the hungry mouth seeking to clean as much as possible when her own pussy exploded in ways that sent her head spinning. She collapsed on Lyndsey, Tina's head on the wet pussy as she snuggled against the bare legs, the vibrator still doing its job.
After a few minutes of pure happiness, Tina reached down to remove and turn off the vibrator, acting to set it on the floor.
"That will leave a stain. You might want to clean it off first."
"You want it? It tastes like me."
"You can, Tina, that way you can compare which you prefer."
That made sense to the drugged woman who started licking and sucking on the dildo without embarrassment in front of her roommate. When she was done, she dropped it on the bed cover as Lyndsey stretched to pick up a glass of water, offering it to Tina who took with it with a smile. She downed the contents in three gulps, Lyndsey taking the glass back. The eyes glazed over.
"Did you have fun, Tina?"
"Yes, Lyn, that was very pleasurable. Thank you for letting me feel better."
"No problem, Tina. Tina, look up at me."
Tina shifted her head, staring up at Lyndsey still propped up by the pillows.
"Tina, this is your safe place, your calm place. Looking up at my face is where you feel the calmest, the safest. It is very pleasurable for you to look up at my face as your muscles relax and the tension leaves you. You know this is a good thing."
