Beginning as Friends Ch. 04

Paris looked at herself in the mirror. She was naked and liked what she saw. Almost nothing turned her on more than her own curvy figure; almost nothing because of Alison. She ran her hands down over her breasts until she reached her hot pussy. She trembled loving the feel of her finger on her clit. But she knew she didn't have time to pleasure herself. She had to get to Alison.

She felt a small smile on her lips at just the thought of her best friend and hopefully future lover. She invited Alison to her home for the Fall Break holiday. Paris suggested that the two take a nice dip in the indoor pool and relax.

Paris slid the mirrored full length closet door to the right of her and walked into her spacious closet. Paris loved her closet. Most women had wet dreams about the custom made closet her parents gave her as a present.

The renovation was a gift for the high score she had gotten on her SATs. She'd been only 100 points from a perfect score and her parents couldn't have been prouder. Paris looked around in awe as she always did when she entered her favorite room.

The closet was more than 2,800 sq. feet of pure luxury. The walls of the closet were completely concealed by the custom made Bolivian rosewood shelves that housed over more than 200 pairs of the finest name brand heels.

Paris had a serious shoe addiction. Paris never cared about high fashion clothes; she always figured that she could make a three dollar shirt look like it cost thousands. That's why a generous amount of her clothes came from the local thrift store.

Shoes, however, were a different subject altogether. She walked farther into the closet and reached up just above her head and pulled down a pair of six inch heels covered in clear Swarovski crystals.

Paris loved how the shoes sparkled and thought if Alison would notice the shoes when she saw the swimsuit Paris planned to wear. Paris turned and walked toward the sizable richly wooden storage compartment unit in the middle of the room, feeling the plush carpeting under her soft feet.

The unit housed swimsuits and Paris's other addiction- sexy lingerie. Although Paris knew Alison would probably love to see her in any number of the barely there sets, she also knew there would be time for that seduction later.

Paris knew exactly what swimsuit she would wear to make Alison's body defy what her mind was trying to ignore.

Paris sat down in the high backed crushed red velvet chair after slipping into the white swimsuit. She slid her feet into her sparkly sky high heels and stood to head to the pool. Alison had no idea what Paris had in store for her. Paris smiled devilishly and thought back to the way their friendship started.

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PARIS

I remember trying to find my dormitory hall for almost an hour without luck. I've never been great with directions, which is probably why my parents gave me a GPS with the car I received on my sixteenth birthday.

The running joke in my family has always been that I'd get lost trying to find the house; which actually happened. When I was small I got one of those electric kid cars for my birthday. I remember driving that little red Corvette up and down the driveway almost every day. My Dad would always have to come for me when I reached the gate because I'd start crying not knowing which way to go to get back to the house.

To say it was hot was an understatement. Kernighan, the private college I now attend, was located in the lower part of the state. I, however, called the northern part of the state home and I was completely shocked by the difference in humidity.

I could feel my pink cotton tank top sticking to my back. For some strange reason I thought dark blue jeans would be a good choice. I was clearly mistaken.

My long jet black hair cascaded around me making me even hotter; there weren't many times that I hated the length and thickness of my hair but today was one of those cruel days.

I finally found Olin Hall and I can't tell you how freakin happy I was. I entered the building looking for Rm 108. At least I was on the first floor! I counted my lucky stars for that small blessing.

My car was packed with so much stuff and I forced my parents to take care of their business instead of moving me into school. Maybe that was a fuckin mistake. I sighed and thought of the conversation we had in the kitchen.

"Amara, you couldn't possibly be serious?"

I smiled. My mother always used my middle name when she didn't like a decision I was making.

"Yeah Mom. I am serious. I know you and Daddy have a lot to do today. That case has been all over the news."

My Dad turned around from the stove. "It's not like we don't know what we need to do Button. We want to be there with you on your first day."

My mother walked over to the fridge and took out the orange juice and milk setting them down in front of me. "Mara I just think it's crazy to want to move in by yourself. We want to help you."

She took three glasses down from the dark wooden cabinets and also set them down in front of me on the granite countertop.

I opened the milk and poured a glass for myself and then poured two glasses of orange juice for my parents. I sighed. "I guess you don't think I heard the machine message last night?"

My father was plating pancakes and quickly met eyes with my mother. "Button, look..." I interrupted my father without missing a beat.

"Dad, let's be honest here. Mark never calls unless something is drastically wrong. He hates to ask for help, so I know it's serious. Both of you need to go to the office today and I do actually want to be on my own."

I was met with silence and I smirked. I loved how the truth made all other arguments dissipate. I worked for my parents law firm in the summers for as long as I could remember. That's back when Mark was just a paralegal and wasn't even serious about the law profession.

Mark and I became fast friends. He basically handled anything that went wrong before my parents even knew it existed. I can testify to that because I saw him do it personally. Over the course of the first few weeks, he developed a love for the law. He then went to law school and graduated early with honors, and if that wasn't enough to be impressed by, he also passed the bar with a near perfect score.

It probably doesn't need to be said, but he's brilliant. He worked hard and was now an associate at my parents' law firm. I've overheard my parents talking many times about Mark and I know he's the top contender for a partnership. All that brilliance combined with him also being a great guy made me love him dearly. Not in a romantic way, although he was great looking. Mark just didn't find the female form quite as appealing as a tight ass on a sexy guy.

My mother sighed, realizing that this could go on for hours with her obstinate daughter.

"Fine Mara. Have your way. But you better call me and let me know how everything works out. I want to know all about your roommate and whether or not she's crazy."

My mother laughed, shaking her head. "I hope you get a good one dear, because I have horror stories about girls I was paired with."

My father chimed in. "Just make sure you call if you need anything."

I shook my head as I continued looking for Room 108. I wondered if I should pull my cell phone out and do just what my father instructed me to do earlier. I reached my room and sucked air deeply into my lungs, exhaling slowly.

Now that I was here I was kinda nervous to meet whoever my roommate was. I looked down at the paper with my room number on it and located her name- Alison Smith. Sounded harmless enough.

The door to the room was open a crack and I pushed it open further and found a girl with her back to me putting clothes into a dresser. I stood there deeply enjoying the view.

I could tell she was hot because I got to witness the bead of sweat that trickled down her smooth honey brown skin. She was short, a lot shorter than me and I liked the nicely rounded ass that I found myself having trouble tearing my eyes away from.

I finally made myself say something and asked if she was Alison Smith. I brought my suitcase further into the room when she said she was and found myself mesmerized by her dark brown almond shaped eyes.

I had wondered if the view from the back would go with the front and if anything her face exceeded any expectation. Her heart-shaped faced was free of all makeup and she was flushed from what I assumed was the heat.

She had full pouty lips that she licked nervously when I took her hand and introduced myself. Her small smooth hand in mine combined with the sight of her tongue had an immediate effect on my pussy; which didn't make sense to me at all.

I looked down at our hands and she took that as an opportunity to apologize for holding my hand. If she only knew that I had no problem touching her.

I didn't understand the intensity of my attraction to Alison. She was pretty, okay sexy as hell, but I'd seen other girls that were sexy and I didn't have a reaction to them. I silently thanked whoever chose her as my roommate and smiled when she told me she thought I was pretty. I knew I was really going to enjoy being roommates with Alison Smith.

****

I cannot deny that I was attracted to her that first day that we met, so attracted that I almost kissed her that same day. If someone hadn't interrupted me I knew I wouldn't have stopped.

But someone did and I really had to control my emotions. I didn't really like that she could make me so irrational. My parents are both prestigious lawyers so being rational came easily to me. I mean it seemed to be in my genetic makeup.

I remember when I saw her naked in our room one evening. I was sitting on my bed just relaxing thinking about Alison and then she came in and started undressing in the dark. I realized that she didn't know I was there but I didn't announce my presence.

I really couldn't because from the moment I saw her naked skin I was at a loss for words. She was bent over the bed and I saw her fat pussy lips and I knew I had to say something or put my tongue deep inside her.

She had the shock of her life when she heard my voice and darted to put her robe on. I got up from the bed when I saw her going for the light and she bumped right into my breasts. I had to touch her so I hugged her body to mine.

I could smell her pussy and wanted to get on my knees right then and make her scream in pleasure. But I just thanked her for being a wonderful friend instead of trying to fuck her senseless.

When she asked me why I was being so emotional I got my feelings in check and mentally cursed. I just couldn't seem to think when I was around her. I made up some story about having to go out and when I returned to the room with Nathan she was asleep.

I had a few beers and tried to forget what Alison did to me, but one thing was clear. I needed someone to help me stop feeling so damn horny.

Nathan could do the job and wanted to badly. He was dumb but he was cute and I heard he had a big dick so I figured what the hell. I've never been the type to deny myself pleasure when it came to sex. I enjoyed being touched and had no problem reciprocating; I mean I wasn't a slut but I loved sex.

I had one steady boyfriend in high school and we had sex like damn rabbits. We broke up senior year after I found out he was an asshole. Then I met Alison and I couldn't stop having dreams about her. Being with her intimately was constantly on my mind.

I have always found women attractive. My parents raised me to be a free thinker and open-minded. My household wasn't terribly religious which is why I probably cursed like I did. But it also meant I didn't have any hang-ups about who I found attractive.

Wanting Alison to sit on my face wasn't the problem. I wasn't afraid or embarrassed by the fact that I wanted her in the least, but I didn't like the strength of my want or how crazy she made me feel.

I'd always been one to be in control of my feelings. I had several short flings my senior year with different girls. After the hurt of my breakup I wasn't looking for anything serious and no one captured my attention for long anyway.

If I found a girl attractive and she didn't happen to want to jump in the sheets with me that was cool. I immediately forgot about her and found a girl that did.

But I couldn't turn off my desire for Alison. My body had a reaction every time I was around her and that disturbed me. It disturbed me even more because Alison wasn't as open as I was. She may have told me I was pretty but she meant it in a totally platonic way. I didn't have any hope of her succumbing to my looks and that pissed me off somewhat.

I had to settle on something I didn't want and I knew I wouldn't be satisfied. So when Nathan started begging and pleading it just turned me the fuck off even more and I told him to leave. I went over to Alison's bed because I knew that she wasn't asleep.

She was a light sleeper so I figured she probably heard every movement I made. After changing my clothes, I climbed into bed with her. I felt a deep need to be near her and feel her warm skin against mine. I felt comforted by the nearness, however later I would regret giving into that desire.

After that night I couldn't find Alison. She stayed away from me like the plague and I wondered if I sleep raped her or something.

I emailed, called, texted- basically tried to get in contact with her through every medium that existed and she never said a word. She just avoided me and I had no damn clue why. She was my best friend though so it hurt like hell. That's when I asked Nathan if I could sleep over at his place.

He actually is a nice guy, when you got underneath all the bullshit. At least that's what I thought. He let me stay in his fraternity house and never even tried anything.

Granted we really never even saw each other because he partied and slept with a different girl every night, but I really appreciated the fact that he let me use his room. In those small moments that we did spend together, I realized there was more to him than he let people see.

But one day I overheard two of his frat brothers talking about me while I was walking past the game room. The door was cracked and I couldn't see them but they spoke loud enough for me to hear their entire conversation.

"Did you see that ass on that chick?" A deep voice asked.

I heard the crack of what sounded like a pool game starting.

"Yeah, I can't believe Nate is hittin that shit. I'm tellin you I'm tryin to get in that next." The other guy responded.

"Nate told me dat bitch probably wouldn't even be able to walk today because of how long they fucked last night." He laughed and continued crudely. "He said she rode dick like she was made for that shit."

They both laughed and I walked back into the room. I felt the tears stinging my eyes but wiped them away angrily. I couldn't wait to tear into Nathan.

I busted into the room and Nathan looked up from where he was seated on the couch. He was tying his shoes and stopped when he looked up and saw my face.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked.

"I don't know Nathan. Why don't you tell me?" He shrugged looking clueless and opened his mouth and closed it again after a moment.

"I don't know Paris. Just tell me alright?" He finished tying his shoes and stood up to get his baseball cap from the dresser.

"Could you tell me why I just heard some of your friends talking about how well you fucked me last night? Why don't you explain to me how the fuck it is that I'm even walking right now? It seems that I shouldn't be able to with the way your big dick did so much damage."

Nathan winced not knowing what to say. Nathan was raised in a Christian home and knew his Dad would kick his ass if he knew what he did to Paris. He sighed, "Alright look, I know I wasn't right to tell them that, but what was I suppose to say.'I got this sexy girl in my room and I didn't fuck her?'" He asked incredulously. Then he paused and replayed his words over again. Damn he knew Paris was going to go off on him.

I realized just how dumb he really was and wondered about my own intelligence. I mean I actually considered sleeping with his dumbass.

I walked over to the dresser and threw the cap at him. I glared at the asshole. "Yeah, of course you couldn't tell them that. Just like you can't tell them that Nicole said you couldn't," I raised my hands and made quotations in the air, "'rise to the occasion' more than once with her."

Nathan eyes widened. Oh shit. He couldn't believe she knew and never said anything to anyone. If his frat knew that he would be the laughingstock of the entire house. He'd work hard to reach where he was in the house. He decided to lie,"That's bullshit. Nicole is just mad cause I wouldn't fuck her."

I grinned cruelly. "Yeah right. That pitiful macho shit may work with your brothers but it doesn't work on me."

Nathan eyes flashed with anger. Then he calmed down instantly wondering how Paris could see right through him. He had to fix this because Paris really was the only one he'd ever been himself with and stuck around. "Damn Paris. I'm sorry. Look, just stay. I'll fix that other shit. You won't tell tell them about Nicole will you?"

I couldn't even show any sympathy. I did like Nathan. When he wasn't around his frat brothers he really was a good guy. Not the smartest but he had a good heart beneath the façade. But I was tired of people treating me like shit after I'd been nothing but nice to them. "Just get the fuck out Nathan. I'm getting my shit and leaving. Alison will just have to deal until I fill out an application for a new roommate."

Nathan looked at her contritely. Shit. He messed up and knew it. "I'm sorry Paris. For real, you don't have to go."

All of the sudden I was just very tired. "Nate, could you please just leave? I don't have the energy to argue but I'll be gone by the time you get back."

Nathan opened his mouth to protest and I looked at him. He looked at me once more grabbed his cap off the floor and exited the room. Nathan left but he knew he'd figure out a way to make it up to Paris. He had to because if he didn't he would really be alone. **** I walked over to the bed and sat down. It was working out to be one horrible day. I got up and stripped to take a shower. After my shower I looked at myself in the mirror. For the first time in a very long while my confidence was low. I felt dejected and unattractive. Why did everyone want to hurt me? I stood there wondering how I was going to protect my feelings and live with Alison while she treated me like a leper.

Then I heard the bedroom floor creak and I knew it was Nathan coming back to convince me to stay.

I covered up with my towel, prepared to immediately raise my voice when I charged out of the bathroom. It wasn't Nathan. It was Alison and damn she looked good. I stopped in my tracks and my jaw dropped.

She was wearing that orange sweaterdress that I told her she would look good in. I couldn't believe that she could possibly look better than I imagined, but she did.

The dress caressed her curves and I knew anyone viewing her in that dress would consider seeing her naked as a gift. Her hair was in big voluminous curls and she had lip-gloss on her lips. Her lips shined and looked delectable. And as I told her when we saw the dress online, she looked so fuckable.

I hoped that my perusal of her body and my satisfaction with what I saw didn't show on my face. I was angry with her but my body was reacting to the vision in front of me. I was getting wet and sighed inaudibly.

I ignored my arousal and asked why she was here. I felt the She had the gall to say she wanted to see her best friend. When I asked her again why it was she came to see me, insinuating that I wasn't her best friend. I saw the pain in her face.