My First College Experience

My first year of college, my roommate and I got along famously to say the least. I moved into the dorms in August, shortly after my eighteenth birthday. It was sweltering hot outside that day, somewhere in the ninety degree range, and all I could think about was getting up to my new, air conditioned room.

When my mom and I had finally gotten up to the sixth floor with all of my boxes, we saw that my roommate had already come and gone. After unpacking all of my stuff, making my bed, and hanging up my clothes, it was time to say goodbye.

"Please don't go," I cried to my mother, "I don't know anyone here, don't leave me alone."

"Oh sweetie," she said to me, "It will be ok, you'll see. You are going to make so many new friends this first week. Give it a chance."

I stepped into my mothers arms, and she gave me a hug, trying to calm me down. I knew that saying goodbye was hard on her too.

A few moments later, my mother had gone home, and I was all alone in my new room. Still sweating from carrying boxes in the unbearable heat of the afternoon, I decided to take a shower. Somehow, I got lucky and was placed in the nicer, suite-style dorms. Instead of community bathrooms, every pair of rooms is connected by a large bathroom, with separate toilet and shower areas.

As I peeled my cutoff tank top and bra away from my body, I looked in the full length mirror hanging on the back of the bathroom door, admiring my body. I was about 5'6" and around 130 pounds, full C cups, abs tight from playing soccer and running cross country in high school, and long, dark brown hair with a cherry red tint that went well with my olive complexion. I pulled off my high-waisted daisy dukes and thong, exposing my cute little belly button (an outie), and my long, shapely legs. I put my clothes in my laundry hamper and headed to the bathroom to shower.

I set the water to a cool temperature, my skin still burning from the heat and humidity of the afternoon. As I stepped under the cool spray, my nipples hardened from the cold, and I gave them a little pinch, caressing my breasts appreciatively. After a while, I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, quickly realizing I had forgotten my towel in our room.

Peeking through the curtain, I saw that nobody was there, so I made a mad dash for the door to our room. I shut the door hard behind me, standing there for a minute with my back to the room, my heart racing.

Then I heard a low, feminine voice behind me, clearing her throat. Crap. Slowly, I turned around, meeting my roommate for the very first time. Ignoring the fact that I was naked as the day I was born, she quickly got up from her desk and gave me a hug. Shocked, I stood there while she hugged me, my arms laying down at my sides.

"I'm Laurel! You must be Quinn, it's so nice to finally meet you!" she excitedly exclaimed, still hugging me.

"Uh, yeah. Nice to meet you," I replied, not quite matching her level of enthusiasm. "No offense but um, can you please let go? I want to get dressed."

"Oh gosh, sorry!" she responded, as if she was just now realizing how naked I was, "You go ahead and do that."

After being released from her death grip, I went back to our walk in closet to cover up. I selected a pair of short, cutoff jean shorts and a tight tank top, dressing quickly. Leaving the closet, I finally got a good look at my roommate. Laurel was about 5'4", probably around 110 pounds, flat chested, but with a killer body. She had long blonde hair, freckles, and dark, mocha colored eyes.

"Hey," she said, "I'm sorry if I came on a little strong by hugging you right after you got out of the shower, I was just so excited to finally meet you!"

"That's ok," I told her, "I've been wondering what you might be like all summer."

"You have a great body by the way," Laurel said, eyeing me appreciatively.

"Uh, thank you?" I replied, strangely turned on by her compliment. Trying to change the subject I asked her "So, where are you from?"

"Colorado," she answered, "and you?"

"My family and I have lived in California for years, but I'm actually from Spain," I replied.

"I thought I may have noticed a sexy Spanish accent," Laurel responded, grinning.

Was she flirting with me? I decided to leave it at that, and Laurel and I went down to the dining hall for an early dinner.

Surprisingly, the food served in the dining hall wasn't half bad. Laurel and I both got grilled cheese, caesar salad, and diet coke, and we found a place to sit. As we got acquainted, I couldn't help staring at the delicate curve of her collar bone, a tattooed heart marking her fair skin, and the slight swell of her tiny breasts under her tank top.

Blushing, I tried harder to focus on what she was saying. What am I doing? I'm straight, I had boyfriends all throughout high school. Why am I suddenly thinking about Laurel like this?

After we were finished eating, we cleaned up our mess and went back up to our room. 
"Let's watch a movie," Laurel suggested, "it's too hot outside to do anything else tonight."

She was right. "Sure, that sounds great!" I agreed. A night in with my new roommate. My new sexy roommate.

Since we knew we were going to be in for the night, Laurel and I changed our clothes for bed. I at least tried to be modest, but it was so hot in our room, even with the air conditioning, that we both ended up in panties and a sports bra.

We poured over each other's DVD collections until we ended up with two that we liked-- "The Dreamers" and "Bound".

We put the first movie in and settled in on our futon. The first movie passed really quickly, maybe because I had seen it before. When it got to the sex scene where Eva loses her virginity, Laurel leaned over to me and whispered, "When did you lose it?"

"Eleventh grade, you?" I whispered back?

"I'm not really interested in men," she replied.

I froze, tensed. Could she be into me? No, that's ridiculous. She must be able to tell that I don't feel that way about women. At least, not before tonight I didn't.

After the movie ended, I got up to put in "Bound". I hadn't seen it before, but Laurel insisted that it was a great movie. Settling back in on the couch, I started to become sleepy, drifting off a little bit. I couldn't have been asleep for more than about thirty minutes, but what I woke up to was a bit shocking. On the screen, two young women were making out. Laurel was still wide awake, staring intently at the screen her hands in her lap, out of sight.

I sat up, letting her know I was awake. "What do you think?" Laurel asked me.

"Well, I uh, missed the first part of the movie, so I'm not sure," I replied.

Laurel nodded and placed her hand on my thigh, massaging my skin in tiny little circles. I shivered and looked over at her, her touch bringing goose bumps to my skin. She looked back at me, slowly leaning in. The first brush of our lips (pardon the cliché) was like fireworks going off. We kissed, her tongue darting into my mouth. She grabbed my shoulders, pushing me down onto the couch, straddling my hips. By this point we were full-on making out, and I didn't want to stop.

Her fingers moved down my body, exploring, tickling me. Laurel slid her hands up under my shirt, undoing my bra, and throwing it to the floor. Obviously she had done this before. I felt her fingers trace circles around my nipples, teasing me.

"Mmm," I moaned, still kissing her, "touch them, please. I want it."

She obliged my request, lightly pinching my nipples at first, and then harder until I was crying out from her touch.

We stood up from the couch, stripping, and got into her bed.

"You're so beautiful," Laurel said, caressing the inside of my thighs, still teasing.

"I want to touch you," I told her, still breathing heavily.

I rolled her over onto her back, and for the first time ever, I touched another woman's breasts. Laurel's were tiny, barely rising up from her chest, but with long, puffy nipples. I leaned down to her chest, taking one of her nipples into my mouth and sucking hard. Laurel moaned loudly, snaking her fingers through my hair, lightly gripping my scalp.

Flipping me over, much like I had done to her, Laurel slowly moved her hand to cup my sex. Her warm hand set shivers through my body, and all I wanted was for her to touch me. Sensing this, Laurel started to gently finger me with her middle and ring fingers, slowly, in and out at first, and then curling her fingers, massaging my g-spot.

I had my eyes closed, concentrating on the pleasure she was bring me, when I suddenly felt something warm and wet brush over my clit. Her tongue, I quickly realized. As she sucked on my clit, her fingers began to moved more quickly, as if sensing my impending orgasm. My pleasure hung suspended for a few seconds, and then suddenly bliss. My vaginal muscles started contracting and spasming in orgasm, drenching Laurels fingers in wetness.

But the fun didn't stop there. Laurel stood up and grabbed a large, hot pink dildo from her desk drawer. Getting back into bed, she adjusted our bodies to be in the 69 position. For the first time, I was staring into another woman's pussy. Not knowing what to do, I just dove right in, hoping that my enthusiasm would make up for any signs of being a beginner.

"Oh my god," she moaned, "Quinn, right there, don't stop. Oh! Don't Stop!" In the midst of her pleasure, Laurel inserted the dildo into my still soaking wet pussy, pumping it slowly in and out.

"Oh!" I exclaimed, startled by the sensation when she first slid it into my pussy.

As she became closer and closer, I could feel Laurel start to tighten up even more around my fingers, making it feel like I could barely move them.

"Quinn! Quinn!" she cried out, screaming my name as her orgasm rushed through her.

I came again at the same time, my orgasm pushing the dildo out of my vagina.

Breathless, I whispered "Wow, I never knew it could be like that. That was amazing, Laurel."

We fell asleep together in Laurel's bed that night, exhausted from our orgasms, but that night was not the end of our adventure together.