Cecelia hated college for one reason: her roommate, Erin. The girl would bring guys home constantly, and all Cecelia could do is pretend to be asleep as she rode a rotating cast of strangers to completion in their small dorm room. The nights when Erin was out, Cecelia took advantage of silence go through her rituals, showering with some music on with gouts of steam pouring off her frame from the super-heated water, and then some reading a select novel. Occasionally she would pleasure herself when the mood felt right, and when she knew that there was time to be uninterrupted. Erin would always say the bathroom smelled like she just "sucked off a cock" on those nights, Cecelia would always act offended.
Tonight was one of those special nights. Cecelia decided to take some time to head to the gym to work off the tension of her finals, running on the treadmill for what must have been an hour. The treadmill was a favorite of Cecelia, it gave her the chance to admire all of the figures and forms around her, glistening with sweat as they tensed and relaxed, hearing subtle moans of exertion; she would admire men and women alike, but tried to not get too excited in her constricting workout gear. Though Erin would tease her for looking like a boy in her baggy gym shorts and her conservative t-shirts, Cecelia would still get people checking out her smooth legs, and her elfin face. Knowing that she could turn heads in her modest state was always a private turn-on.
The heat of the shower hadn't helped, Cecelia loved the warmth of the water running between her petite breasts and down her inverted nipples. The sensation forced both to stand on end, even in the intense warmth of the streaming waters. Her thighs ached as she rubbed her hands across her body, welcoming the touch of anyone on her slender frame. Cecelia's hands continued to move downwards as she stroked along her toned form, her body becoming more alight and receptive.
That's when she heard the door slam.
"Cecelia, I'm back!" Erin's low voice shouted into the bathroom, "study session was quick, so I'm just going to clean up and head to the coffee shop if you want to come."
Cecelia struggled to compose herself, "yeah, just let me get changed." If Erin was going to extend an invitation to be friendly, the least she could do was give it a try. She quickly rinsed off the last of the soap from her body and wrapped herself in the two towels she left on the toilet seat.
Erin was on the bed when Cecelia darted into the room to grab her clothes, she pivoted quickly to head back into the bathroom to change when Erin taunted, pointing at the towel wrapped around her chest, and the other around her waist,"are you a fucking nun? Afraid I'm going to see you naked?"
"Some of us are more shy than others, alright?" Cecelia kept walking away as Erin continued on.
"What is it, a bad tattoo? Would you even get a tattoo? Or is it a birthmark or something?" Erin moved closer as she poked a finger into Cecelia's side.
"Drop it, I just don't want to parade around naked is all."
"You can show me! No judgments, promise." Erin tugged sharply on the bottom towel as Cecelia ran into the bathroom. Erin was too quick, "show me!" She kept shouting as Erin chased her into the bathroom.
That's when Erin's teasing expression changed entirely.
"Holy shit."
Hanging between Cecelia's legs was a cock. A thick, veiny cock. Both girls stood frozen, not even noticing the second of the towels fall. Erin's mouth was agape, brow furrowed as if she was trying to form a sentence.
"There, bitch, are you fucking happy!?" Cecelia stamped her foot as she shouted, humiliated and angry.
Erin could only smile, "I guess this is why you don't bring any guys home. And why I haven't seen you shower with me around before." There was a pause as Cecelia looked even more upset. "So... is it real?" Erin reached out a hand and flicked the head of the her cock.
"Ow! Yes, it's fucking real! What, do you think I just like wearing a strap-on in the fucking dorm?" Cecelia pulled away, pointlessly trying to cover her massive length. Even limp, it ran halfway down her thighs.
"It's just... not what I expected? And even if you told me you had a cock, I wouldn't expect this." Erin got on her knees and inched closer, trying to investigate. There was a look in her eyes that Cecelia had seen a dozen times before in men as they passed by, want.
