College roommate

She finally got up enough courage to spread my legs and kiss right above my mound. She looked at me for advice on what to do… “Just do what ever feels right,” I said. She followed what I had done to her, first licking the length of my pussy, then sucking and flicking her tongue over my clit. “Maryssa…” I groaned, urging her on. She slid a finger into me and then two… I couldn’t take much more. She must have sensed that cause she started to pump her fingers faster and her tongue became more dexterous. I screamed as I felt myself peek and fall into complete bliss. She, too, licked my dry and then joined me on her bed and kissed me. 

“I love you Em,” I heard her whisper. “I love you to.” We fell asleep in each others arms, dreaming of the bliss to come. And oh, what bliss would come.

I groaned and stretched… I got out of bed and noticed Maryssa still sleeping. I quietly made my way to the bathroom to take a shower. As I was drying my body off I thought about what she had said last night… “Not all of us have those things in life!” I shook it off as I stepped into a pair of pink lace bikini panties and a matching bra. I had just finished brushing my teeth and was about to steep into a pair of tight jeans when the bathroom door opened. I looked up and it was Maryssa… she was staring at me, wide eyed. I dismissed her easily enough and I pulled my jeans up and zipped and snapped them. I heard the door close and I looked up and she was gone. I finished getting dressed and went out into the main room and started brushing out my wet hair. 

Maryssa slipped past me and went into the bathroom and quickly shut and locked the door. I found myself daydreaming…as I’m known to do. I thought about Maryssa, for some strange reason… I’ve known that I was bisexual since I hit puberty… I wasn’t afraid to admit it either… and even though she had bitched me out last night, I still felt something for her… what it was…I don’t know… but I found myself fantasizing about what she looked like under those baggy clothes… was she busty? Average? Flat-chested? Trim? Athletically built? I caught myself as I thought about these things… what was I doing? I can’t fantasize about my room mate!!! 

I heard the shower turn off and I had to force my thoughts elsewhere. I quickly finished my hair and my make-up and called Kori. We made plans to get together for lunch at noon. That was still 3 hours away… I needed a distraction. Too late. The bathroom door opened and Maryssa came out wearing her usual ensemble of baggy jeans and roomy t-shirt. Does she ever dress differently? I thought to myself. The tension in the room was high as she pulled her hair in a ponytail and I sat on my bed like an idiot, just staring at random things around the room. I was quickly getting bored and I didn’t have anyone to call or talk to. This is going to be an interesting year, I said to myself. 

I brought out my laptop again and started writing. I hit a roll and before I knew it, I had written a good 2 pages. I hadn’t even been paying attention to my recent feelings and thoughts. Maryssa was still in the room, though she hardly paid me any attention as she listened to music on her head phones and read the magazine. I looked at the computer clock and it was 11:50! I was supposed to be at the campus café in 10 minuets! <%part%>

I hurriedly put my comp on sleep mode and placed it on the desk by my bed. I grabbed my purse and my phone and slipped a pair of flip flops on my feet and raced out the door. I made it with 2 minuets to spare and I saw Kori already waiting for me. We sat and talked for a while and then she asked, “so, how’s your roommate?” I rolled my eyes. “She hates me. She’s a punk ass sk8er girl and has already made up her mind about me… and get this… she called me a prep!” Kori laughed hysterically… “You? A prep? That has to be the funniest thing I’ve heard in all my life!” I grinned and thought back to my high school days. I had always hated the preppy popular students and they returned the feelings to me. I shrugged it off though. It didn’t matter to me. 

After Kori finished her laughing spell, we went to her dorm room, witch was just 5 doors down from me. Kori was interested in meeting my room mate and I finally gave in and took her to my room. I opened the door and Maryssa was at the computer desk looking into my computer screen. She didn’t hear me and I put my finger to my lip to tell Kori to keep quiet. I quietly made my way over and looked at what she was reading. It was my story that I had recently written… it was about 2 high school girls that discover their feelings for each other… “I hope you’re enjoying that,” I said loudly and crossed my arms over my chest. She jumped and spun around, startled. I heard Kori snickering in the background. 

“I’m waiting,” I said and reached around her to shut the computer off. She looked at me, disgust apparent in her eyes. “I should have known… you’re a fuckin lezbo!” I grinned and snickered. “No, hon. I love guys. I just happen to love girls to.” I was proud of myself for not lashing out at her. I was also known for my bad temper. I reached around her and flipped off my computer. I might have appeared clam on the outside, but on the inside, I was fuming. Who was she to judge me? “I can judge you cause you are my room mate. I cant believe they put me with a fuckin lezzy!” she screamed as she stood, her eyes narrowing. 

Next thing I knew, my hand was stinging. I had slapped her. “For the last time…I‘m not a lesbian!” I turned and pushed past Kori out into the hall. She followed me w/o bothering to shut the door. She lead me to her room. 

“Breath,” was all she said as she sat me down on her bed. I was still fuming. I didn’t even notice the short, petite blonde girl sitting across the room until a few minuets later. I looked at Kori in question. It was her roommate, Millie. We all talked for a while and Millie and I became fast friends. I was putting off going back to my dorm room for as long as I could. Finally, at 10:00, I decided that I needed sleep and I slowly made my way down the hall. I wasn’t sure if Maryssa was in the room or not, but I guess it didn’t matter. I’d have to face her sooner or later.

I didn’t get lucky. She was there, sitting on her bed, writing in a black leather notebook. She looked up as I came into the room, got a pair of night shorts and a t-shirt from my drawer and went to the bathroom, making sure I slammed the door. I took an extra long time taking a shower and putting my pajamas on… hoping that by the time I was done, she would have fallen asleep. But, of course, she wasn’t. She was still writing. 

I didn’t want to deal with anything at that moment so I pulled out my walkman and put in my Avril Lavigne CD and turned up the volume. I pulled the covers over me and I turned on my side facing away from Maryssa, pretending to be asleep. Finally, about 20 min later, the light turned off. I felt myself drifting off to sleep.

***She kissed me and I was in heaven. Her lips toyed with mine, and she nibbled on my lower lip. I felt her hand on my back, slowly reaching higher and higher until she got to my bra hook, witch she deftly unhooked. She brought her hand around to my front and played with my breast. She pulled off my bra and cupped each in one hand. This was pure torture. Finally, her thumbs grazed my nipples and they instantly puckered and hardened. I felt her kiss her way down my neck…down down down… ***

BUZZZZZZZ………. I rolled over to my side and slammed off my alarm clock. It was a dream… I had a dream about my roommate! I sat up in my bed and noticed that sometime during the night I had kicked off my shorts. They lay in a heap at the foot of my bed. I groaned and got out of bed and pulled them on. What I had feared would happen, did. Even thought she wasn’t into girls and the fact that she bitched me out last night, I was fantasizing about her… Maryssa… I hated that this was happening. It’s not supposed to be like this. Maryssa! Did she see me get out of bed without shorts on?!? I looked over at her bed and she was sound asleep. 

Relieved, I quietly dressed and went to the early registration in the main building to get my classes. By the time I was done it was nearly noon. Since I didn’t eat any breakfast, I was famished. I called Kori and Millie and they agreed to meet me for lunch at a restaurant in town. I got in my car and drove there, all the while thinking about my dream… as hard as I tried, I couldn’t forget it… 

We ate and then went to Kori and Millie’s dorm room. We got to talking about family and Millie was curious about my Hawaiian heritage and wanted to see some pics that I had in my dorm room. I walked down the hall and opened the door. Maryssa was sitting on her bed, knees to her chest and she was looking out the window. She turned away from me and I could have sworn that I saw her wipe tears away. I stopped at the foot of my bed and I studied her. “Um…are you ok?” I asked, trying to be nice. “I’m fine.” she snapped back. I raised my eyebrows and she stared me straight in the eye… she had definitely been crying… her eyes were red and puffy. 

But I wasn’t going to force her to talk about it. I got out my dad’s old cigar box that I keep all my family pictures in and I pulled out a few of them to show to Millie. I left the others in the box on my bed. I was about to head back to Kori’s when I noticed another tear rolling down her cheek. I hated to admit it…but I was worried. Oh no! I thought to myself… I care about her…a lot… Lord help me.

“Seriously…you’re not ok and even thought you totally bitched me out last night, believe it or not, I don’t like to see you hurt.” Did I really just say that? “I’m sorry.” was all she said. I walked over to her bed and pulled up the desk chair beside her bed and sat down. “For what?” I asked. She finally looked into my eyes. “For last night. You were right, I’m in no position to judge you. I was just upset and spouting off.” This was a new side of her that I had yet to see. 

“Well, why were you upset in the first place? Was it something I did?” I asked. “No…yes…well, you didn’t really do anything… I guess it’s more me…” she hesitated. “What?” I asked. I kept urging her to tell me what was wrong and finally, she said, “Even though I totally freaked last night when I found out you were bi, I cant help…but… I mean… I have certain feelings…” She was beautiful sitting there, legs curled up to her chest and her arms wrapped around them. I couldn’t help it… <%part%>

I crawled up onto the bed beside her and wrapped my arm around her shoulder… it didn’t faze her and she said, “I’ve never ever thought about another woman like that… but you… you…” I stopped her by placing my lips on hers in a gentle kiss. She groaned and her eyes closed. I felt her arm wrap around my back and she kissed me back. I placed my hand on her waist and slowly worked my hand under her baggy shirt. The moment I made contact with her warm soft skin, I was lost. 

Our tongues danced as I slowly moved my hand upwards. I finally cupped her bra-encased breast in my hand. I would have never been able to guess her size from the way she dresses…but I was able to feel her pretty ample breast. She moaned into my mouth and I took that as encouragement. I reached around her for the clasp of her bra and worked it open. I brought my hand back around to her front and placed my hand on her naked breast, feeling her nipple harden against my palm.