I guess I was a pretty typical eighteen-year-old girl on move-in day—excited, nervous, happy, sad…in other words, a bit of a mess. It was the first time I’d really been away from my family, with the exception of the occasional weekend with friends. I was scared to move away. After all, my school was nearly a ten-hour car ride from home. I couldn’t come home on regular weekends or anything like that, and being a bit of a daddy’s girl, I definitely knew I was in for a bit of a rude awakening. But, at the same time, how could I not be excited? Moving out, growing up, becoming independent, all the things college signified. And how could I not be pumped for the parties and the cute boys?
Anyways, moving into my dorm was emotional. My mom cried. My sister cried. And then promised to visit with a whisper that we’d scour the school for our Prince Charmings. My dad tried to act like it wasn’t a big deal, but he was more nervous to see his eldest daughter move out than I was to be moving out. Anyways, I’ll spare you all the details of the goodbyes.
My roommate had already moved in by the time we got there. We’d talked online a few times and she seemed really nice! I could tell by her side of the room—the posters, colors, her pictures—that she was pretty similar to me, and I was really glad to know that we’d likely get along. Before I go on, I should probably describe myself, and my roommate. I’ll start with my roommate.
Her name is Taylor, and my first impression of this girl was that she was gorgeous. She was relatively tall, maybe around five foot eight or nine, with straight blonde hair that came down just past her shoulders. Heart shaped face, stud in her nose, green eyes. She was wearing a tank top that, while not flaunting it, certainly didn’t hide an impressive bust, probably C cups I estimated. She was skinny, and the shirt didn’t quite cover her tummy, so I could see her belly button ring. Another thing for me to envy! Her waist was narrow but her hips flared out, and I could tell she had a nice butt. Her daisy dukes were tight. Like I said, she was a real looker.
My name’s Emma, and I’m one of the few black students at my school, though as far as African-Americans go, I can’t say I’m very dark. I’m five foot four, brown eyes, brown hair with a bit of an auburn tint at times, and it brushes my shoulders. I don’t think I’m as pretty as Taylor overall, but boys in high school had always told me I had a nice face. I was pretty thin like Taylor, but my boobs are, unfortunately, not a C cup. Oh well. 30B breasts, so I’m pretty flat, but I’m okay with it. My pride and joy has always been my ass—some stereotypes have to be right, don’t they?
Anyways, when my parents left and we were all alone, Tay and I got to talking, and I found out she was pretty awesome. We’d definitely be getting along this year! We met some of the other girls on the floor and a group of us went to dinner at around 5:30. Tay and I went back to our room and got to know each other a little bit more. She lived pretty close by, about an hour, but we had a lot in common. We’d both been cheerleaders in high school, and both of us were animal lovers. We talked about the boys we’d dated in high school, and, unsurprisingly, they sounded pretty similar too.
At around 8 that night, a knock came on the door. One of the other girls on the floor came in, Kerri, and asked if we wanted to go to a party with some of the other girls. She had some friends who were upperclassmen, and a few of them were in one of the fraternities on campus that was having an opening weekend party. All the boys lived at the house; the upperclassmen living on campus hadn’t been allowed to move in yet. Tay and I both agreed to go, thinking it would be a great time. After all, we were at a party school and who doesn’t love to get a little wild?
We tried to get ready quickly but that didn’t really happen. When we finally did leave it was around 9:30. Tay and I were both wearing dresses. Mine was striped white and navy blue with long sleeves, tight, and it covered about to the middle of my thighs. I had a pair of sandals on too, and my usually wavy hair was straightened. Taylor looked magnificent. Her dress was a plain white summer dress, loose enough that it only hinted at what was underneath, but not so billowy as to make her look fat. She had heels on that made her even taller, but they made her legs look phenomenal. The dress was barely long enough to cover any of her legs at all.
The real reason we took so long to leave was that we went to Kerri’s room to pregame. There was a keg rumored to be at the house, but we wanted to already be a little tipsy by the time we got there. And we succeeded.
The frat party was what you’d expect. Drinking games, beer everywhere, dancing, drunk girls, drunker guys, the whole deal. A few different guys grinded on me. A lot of them were actually really cute. I guess I was attracting some attention since I was the only black girl there, which was kind of cool. The night wore on, Tay and I kept drinking and dancing until we both decided it was time to walk home. We were pretty drunk and we hadn’t sobered up a bit by the time we got to the room.
“That party was awesome!” I managed to slur out as we got back to the room. I was, I decided, the perfect amount of drunk. If I could stay like this for four years, college truly would be the best years of my life!
“It was! This place is going to be awesome,” Tay said. She pulled the sundress over her head, and just like that, she was standing in all her naked glory right in front of me. I thought her body was good with clothes on but she was damn near perfection! She didn’t even seem to notice my jealous glare as she continued. “You had all the hot guys all over you tonight. And girl, you can dance.”
I blushed. Here I was angry that I didn’t look as good as her, and she was raining compliments on me. I struggled to get my own tight dress off. I hadn’t thought about how hard it might be to get the dress off when I was hammered drunk.
“Let me help you sweetie,” Tay said. She crossed the room, still completely naked like there was no care in the world. She stared deep into my eyes as she helped pull the dress over my head. Her green eyes were glazed, she had to be about as drunk as I was. When the dress was off, she tossed it to the side. I was only wearing a black thong, and she drank in the sight of my naked body as she gave me a gentle push down onto the bed. Suddenly I was nervous. I was no virgin, but I had never even thought about being with a woman before, no matter how gorgeous she was.
“Tay, I’m not so sure about this.” The words were slurred. “I—,” the words were cut off as her full lips locked with mine and her tongue gently explored my mouth. Her hands were cupping my face in a gentle caress, and almost without thought my arms wrapped around her slim neck, drawing her closer to me. What was happening? Part of me screamed that this was wrong, that I was straight and that I was only doing this because I was drunk. But it felt so right that I kept going.
Tay started kissing down my neck, suckling at my suddenly erect nipples, smooching her way down my stomach towards my already wet mound. My hands struggled to push the dampened black thong down my legs, and Taylor was only too willing to help me out. Underneath was a bald, neatly shaved, tight little pussy, with small pink lips. Tay’s mouth felt heavenly as she started going to work, her tongue slurping in and out of my pussy. It seemed pretty clear it wasn’t her first time eating a girl out. Her tongue flicked in and out against my clit, and she slowly pushed her index finger inside of me. My breath had already been shallow, but I let out a gasp at the penetration, then moaned as she pushed, in and out, in and out, all the while her tongue still working on my clit. It didn’t take her long to get me to orgasm, and my hips bucked wildly. Her tongue never stopped as my muscles spasmed, and I moaned even more loudly. When I was finished, she moved back up and we started to kiss again, more passionately this time. I could taste my juices as our tongues met. She broke the kiss off and nipped at my ear. “Your turn,” she whispered.
Before I could even move, she was sitting on my face, her own buried once again in my cunt. My own tongue darted out. I’d never done this before, but I managed to do alright, mimicking what Tay was doing between my own legs. I forced two fingers to the knuckle in her pussy. She let out a cry. “YES!” That was how I found out my roommate was a screamer.
I continued to do my best to eat her out, but eventually I couldn’t stop my own moans, and all that was left was my hand, now with three fingers, fucking her quickly as I felt Tay drawing me towards a second orgasm. My fingers finally managed to bring her to a screaming climax, and I did my best to lap up all of the nectary juice flowing from her perfect pussy. My efforts were interrupted as she brought me to my second, blissful orgasm, and her wetness covered my face.
She crawled forward, and we fell asleep, exhausted, in one another’s arms. Yes, I thought before I passed out, college would be fun indeed!
