Sweet Natasha

Jennifer's bothered expression softened, and then she proceeded to interrupt Natasha with a self-assured tone, "Please don't even mention it-if you mean like Rachel McAdams. I get that a bit too much."

Natasha's eyes brightened up when she recognized the name, "Yes, yes, that's it-Rachel McAdams!"

Studying Natasha's clumsy reaction, Jennifer's pitiful nod displayed her annoyance, "Alright, its great that you noticed the resemblance. Now may I go unpack my junk?"

Natasha immediately tottered out of her way as the dazzling beauty walked past her, muttering words of disgust, "Ughh, why do I always have to get stuck with the weirdo's?"

Natasha saddened as she heard the distasteful words. She had expected a warmer welcome, but the damage was already done. She was stuck with this arrogant brat for the rest of the semester. She would have to endure her insults and aggravation, perhaps even her hurtful mocking. Yet, for some reason, that realization didn't seem grim. In fact, she found it exciting and thrilling to be in the presence of seeming royalty-to be in the constant line of fire of this superior and majestic creature, being done and undone at will, treated in a degrading manner by someone who deserved such empowerment. Just the proximity of this goddess was wealth enough to accept her mistreatment; Jennifer's beauty alone endowed her with the authority of active arrogance.

Oh, and she was beautiful! Natasha could still see her bending over to grab her luggage-her tanned upper thighs rippling under the faint shadow of the flimsy skirt, leading up to darker, unimaginably alluringtreasures.

Natasha suddenly felt a squeeze in her heart, an instinctual reaction to the possibility of having her dream so close, and yet so far. Torment, sweet torture it would be; having such a beautifulcunt so close, while not being able to contemplate it, to inhale its perfume.

After a while, having organizing her room with all her belongings, Natasha decided to take a nap. The long hours of traveling and stress had taken their toll on her.

Later in the afternoon, she was awakened by a voice in the far background, a sultry voice,

"Yes, Mom. Yes, Mom, I am fine. Yes, I made it okay. Alright, bye, love you."

As Natasha regained her lucidity, she remembered that she had yet to meet her other roommate. Once again her heart seemed to pound in her chest, even as the haze of her interrupted nap made her body calm and placid.

Natasha tiptoed to peak into the living room and saw what looked like a blonde Amazon from Greek mythology. The incredibly voluptuous girl looked like one of the warriors of Scythia. Her towering height seemed to augment her curves to epic proportions. The blonde beauty must have been well over six feet tall. Her bleached-blonde hair had an almost blinding effect under the kitchen's bright light. Her skin was white like oriental alabaster, and sprinkled with pink freckles. Her hips were broad and womanly, and her calves and thighs were thick in an immaculate symmetrical perfection. Natasha thought that this was an apparition out of a comic book.

As the Amazon turned to open the fridge, Natasha's eyes nearly popped out of her face; white fleshy buttocks were spilling out from the tan-colored cargo-shorts. "Haaa, ohhh..." an audible gasp escaped Natasha's lips.

The tall girl gracefully turned on her haunches to inspect the noise, replying, "Hello there. I saw you sleeping earlier. I apologize if I woke you up speaking with my mother. You know how they are."

Natasha swallowed deeply as she did her best to keep eye contact with the blue-eyed Amazon. "O-oh, don't worry about it. My name is Natasha," she said, extending a friendly hand.

"Awesome! I am Carrie," the girl replied politely, even while seeming somewhat distracted or uninterested. Her raspy, sensuous voice seemed to thunder in the silent apartment. Nonchalantly the towering beauty broke the handshake and walked to the living room, almost disregarding the shorter and less imposing girl. Natasha unconsciously breathed deeply as the sultry behemoth passed next to her, a now instinctive habit that seemed to surface around beautiful women.

She immediately caught an earthy scent that made her nose tingle. She quickly figured it to be the natural scent of Carrie's flesh. Obviously she wasn't wearing perfume; she would have identified that essence immediately, much as she had done with Jennifer's fruity fragrance. This, however, was a more subtle musk that made her depths growl with a strange and unknown passion. It was the smell of sweat, perhaps a slight piquancy of underarm, an alluring feminine spiciness that seemed to fire Natasha's nervous system.

As Carrie strolled into the living room, Natasha's eyes fixated on the obscene wiggling of her ass cheeks. The excess flesh of the monumental mounds spilled out of it constraints with impetuous diligence. Natasha found the view breathtaking; she couldn't figure out how so much overflowing femininity became meticulously sculpted into a tiny wasp-waist.

The blonde girl pointed out certain things to Natasha in the living room, among them, the new television that she brought for everyone to use. "Isn't it cool? It's a hi-def television. Use it whenever you want-that is, of course, unless I am watching the O," Carrie blurted out, followed by a hypocritical smile.

"S-sure. Th-thanks. I mean, it-it's yours," Natasha replied, acquiescently.

The blonde girl turned around with an almost provocative twist and bent over to switch the television on. Her large apple-buttocks looked exquisite to Natasha from her viewpoint, and she couldn't help the naughty and somewhat crude thought that came helplessly to her head. She suddenly imagined herself on her knees, her face buried between the desirable mounds, exploring a piece of that wonderful world.

She couldn't help but shiver as she remembered the girl's natural fragrance. Maybe the girl's subtle musk partly came from between her legs. Once again Natasha embarked in the torturous wonderings that seemed to consume her very existence. 'What would such a beautifulcunt be like? What delectable fragrances lie between those pale thighs?'

As Natasha made conversation with Carrie, she found her a truly unique specimen, a sample of power and grace ready to impose its mightiness and dominion upon the weak of heart. Her eyes had a penetrating effect on Natasha, bringing about an estranged submissiveness in the less assertive girl. She didn't know why, but she found herself ready to serve this mighty goddess as well. Her confidence and self-assurance ranked as high as that of the other beauty she had met earlier, yet her vanity flowed spontaneously, almost naturally.

Natasha quickly learned both girls already knew each other and were juniors expecting graduation. Jennifer had been a cheerleader for two years, but decided to drop the demanding commitment to fully dedicate her time to sorority business. Carrie had been committed to her sorority from the time she had left high school. She was active and well-known within her social club.

That night Natasha didn't get any sleep. She had gotten what she prayed for. All those nights of secret pleas and hopeless wishing were materialized right before her very eyes- - so much beauty and sensuality, and yet, all that power and natural dominance, self-anointed authority ready to own the services and benefits of a willing maiden, of a young helpless virgin starving to satisfy the needs of such self-importance. Natasha didn't know how these feelings came about, but they seemed to have been a logical part of her character.

In her mind it was a coherent deduction, only mere reasoning to put herself at the disposal of two superior beings - a testament to the fact that the embodiment of self-assurance is built into a person's spirit rather than flesh and bones. Natasha was as gorgeous a young lady as they come, yet her soul projected a desperate and feeble character, and aura of naivety ready for severe exploiting.

As she rolled in her bed, images of the two girls suffocated her. It seemed all like a dream. Being stranded in living quarters with two commanding beauties was more than she had bargained for. It was the consummation of divine fate. Not only was she stuck with cunt, but she was living with royal cunt!

In her mind, all the more sweeter - perhaps even more fragrant than the ones she had ever imagined.

She buried her face in the pillow just imagining what it would be like; maybe a calming and appeasing warmth, an invaluable and precious perfume waiting to mystify her soul.

If only Jennifer would have bent over a little further; she would have had hard evidence to dream and fantasize about. Just the shadow of the burgundy skirt on her thighs lived in her mind now. But that was enough to set her body aflame. Enough to make her wonder what enigmas nestled between the gorgeously tanned limbs.

When her body let up, she managed to fall asleep. The next morning she woke up to the sound of melodious voices in her head. They seemed to be reminiscent of a dream that she could not remember. The voices crooned simultaneously: 'Natasha - sweet Natasha we need you so much....'

Even though the voices puzzled her, she managed to shake the occurrence off and move on with the day ahead.

The first two weeks of her life as a freshman were hectic. Alien to the college environment, she struggled to keep up with the fast pace. She hardly had time to breathe. Even her schedule was so overwhelming that at times she forgot about her true mission - her true calling, but not for too long. She always seemed to have time to reminisce about the girls she lived with.

After the fourth week she managed to create an agenda that helped her manage her time wisely. And after things seemed to have dwindled into a steady pace, her life took a drastic change.

She had hardly seen her roommates after the first day. 'Perhaps they are as busy as I am', she thought.

She would start to spend more time in the apartment - more than usual, hoping to catch a glimpse, or perhaps even the scent of Jennifer or Carrie. Strangely enough it started to preoccupy her. She felt the necessity to be in their presence, maybe even feel their warmth somehow. She even missed some classes hoping to stumble into either one - but to no avail. Then she remembered that sororities in the university provided housing for the students. 'Ohhh- I already hate those places.'

Then, she came up with a thought, an idea so bright that it seemed only illogical to have not entertained it before. On a prophetical afternoon, she decided to search the girl's rooms. The idea even though risky, provided a solution to the frustration that was driving her insane. She needed to have an intimate look into the lives of these immaculate goddesses, and their belongings seemed like the best answer.

Summing up her courage, she knocked on Jennifer's room - just an act of insurance to protect herself from surprises.

As she carefully opened the door, a waft of the girl's fruity perfume caressed her nostrils.

The scent immediately made her skin glow with a subtle warmth, and it brought the girl's image to her head. Inspecting the neatly organized room from the door, she noticed that the predominant color was pink. Natasha thought it looked like the room of a well-pampered princess.

As she was about to take her first steps into the room, the familiar sound of keys startled her. Quickly shutting the door, she ran to the kitchen to welcome the intruder.

She was greeted by Jennifer, who seemed to be in a hurry.

'Hey there...long time no see you!' Jennifer said with a hasty pace.

'H-hi there...why such hurry?' Natasha asked nervously.

'Ugghhh...I have like so much crap to do that it's not even funny!' The girl replied hastily walking away from Natasha, uninterested to start a conversation.

When Jennifer locked herself in her room, Natasha lounged in the living room. As she watched the television, she couldn't help the feeling of emptiness that crept up on her. She thought a mere glimpse would have sufficed, but she was wrong. She needed much more than that; she needed to contemplate this beauty - in her mind forever didn't seemed long enough.

Engaging in her usual self-torture, she drowned in her ever flowing river of thoughts. 'What if...How would it be....?' But her thoughts were cut short as she heard a voice calling her name: 'Natasha, do you happen to have an iron?' Turning to look, she was left breathless. Jennifer was nonchalantly standing in only a bra and skimpy panties. The girl's tanned flesh made perfect harmony with the cream-colored garment. Her abdomen was perfectly smooth and firm; her hips flared harmoniously from her waist - giving her a perfect hourglass look. Natasha was totally mute and out of breath as she took in the sight. The girl's physique surpassed anything that she had seen on television.

'Well!!! Do you or do you not?' The girl inquired somewhat exasperated.

'A-ah y-yes of course...I'll get it for you' Natasha managed to blurt out.

Natasha tore the iron from her closet, and ran back to meet the girl in the living room. She didn't want to make Jennifer wait. Entering the living room, she was stopped on her tracks. Jennifer was facing towards the television. The cream-colored thong was wedged deeply in between the creamy tanned cheeks of her buttocks. The sight had Natasha pleading for mercy. It was just too much for her to handle.

'Oh, there you are. Are you okay hon? You look sick.' The girl said with a puzzled look on her face, oblivious to her effects on Natasha.

'Yehhh - I guess I am fine.' Natasha replied with great effort, surrendering the object.

'Okayyy...If you say so!'

Jennifer quickly walked away with a mission, nodding her head in bewilderment.

Natasha fell to the couch almost dizzy with lust. She didn't how she could go on living after having witnessed so much beauty - all concentrated in one breathtaking body. Natasha felt the girl's buttocks looked good to eat, even devour. She couldn't conceive such sensuality to be real. It overwhelmed her senses to the point of numbness. It was an awkward, yet extraordinary experience.

When Jennifer came back out from her room, she had showered and freshened up. Natasha found herself staring in astonishment once again. The girl roamed around the kitchen in a pink turtle neck and black miniskirt. Sexily chewing a piece of gum, the minx looked incredible.

It became obvious to Natasha that Jennifer was headed to some kind of social event. The potency of her perfume permeated the air heavily with its expensive scent. Natasha felt jealousy of the people that were going to enjoy the company of this princess. Yet, she could only watch in silence as the girl exited the apartment.

Quickly getting on her feet, Natasha went back to culminate her unfinished business. As she once again opened the door to Jennifer's room, a loud gasp escaped her lips: 'Haaaaaa....Oh my gawd!'

Her heart accelerated to an alarming rate, and her knees weakened. What she saw brought a knot to her throat. She felt tears welling up in her eyes. Jennifer's thong lied discarded in the middle of her bed.

As Natasha slowly approached it, she was a nerve-wrack. 'Is this real?' She couldn't believe her luck.

The cream-colored underwear seemed to glow like a shinning star. Perhaps it was only her imagination. They carried the promise of liberation - freedom of a tortured soul. They were the answer to many years of mental and spiritual oppression, the unshackling tool that swore to set her free.

With tears of sentiment flowing from her emerald eyes, Natasha picked up the still warm thong and brought it to her nose. Closing her eyes in emotional anticipation, she inhaled deeply and passionately. Then, all lights went out, and her knees gave in. Sinking to the floor, she sobbed loudly and sniffed diligently. This was her only reason for living - what made her get up from bed every morning, the reason why she wanted to stay alive, the very essence of her being.

This, which now avidly caressed her nostrils and filled her lungs; this, was the only reason for her existence - the warm smell of a girl'scunt.

And she was in heaven as she relished in its unique musk. It was more fragrant than the most fragrant flower, an invaluable perfume. It was the smell of beauty, the scent of never-ending pleasure, the aroma of happiness; A fragrance that could never be captured in a bottle.

Almost automatically Natasha did something that she avoided doing at all costs. She only saved it for special or even veridical moments. It was something she had learned a couple of years back, by accident.

Deep inside of her she knew it wasn't appropriate, but the moment screamed for it.

Bringing her hand inside her panties she started masturbating. With the warm thong to her nose, she rubbed her very wet vagina languidly, thoroughly enjoying the invaluable moment.

Then, she heard a faint gasp that startled her. Quickly opening her teary eyes, she made out a silhouette in the doorway. As she cleared her eyes in terror, the figure became clear. It was Jennifer staring at her from the doorway. Her face was slightly tilted, and her jaw wide open. Her expression was that of confusion and horror.

To be continued...