I guess I was a pretty typical eighteen-year-old miss on move-in day—excited, nervous, happy, sad…in other watchword, a bit of a mess. It was the beginning prison term I'd really been away from my family, with the exception of the occasional weekend with friend. I was scared to move away. After all, my shoal was nearly a ten-hour car ride from home. I couldn't come plate 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 natural wakening. But, at the same clip, how could I not be excited ? Moving out, growing up, becoming fencesitter, all the affair 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 shoot the breeze with a rustling 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 firstborn daughter move out than I was to be moving out. Anyways, I'll spare you all the details of the goodbyes.
My roomy had already moved in by the clip we got there. We'd talked online a few times and she seemed really nice ! I could tell by her slope of the room—the posters, coloring, 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 draw myself, and my roommate. I'll outset with my roommate.
Her name is Taylor, and my inaugural opinion of this girl was that she was gorgeous. She was relatively tall, maybe around five understructure eight or nine, with direct blonde hair that came down just past her shoulder joint. pump shaped aspect, stud in her nose, super acid centre. She was wearing a tank top that, while not flaunting it, certainly didn't hide out an telling binge, probably C cups I estimated. She was cheeseparing, and the shirt didn't quite cover her tum, so I could see her belly button ring. Another thing for me to envy ! Her waistline was narrow but her hips flared out, and I could differentiate 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, chocolate-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 boilers suit, but boys in gamey school day had always told me I had a nice fount. I was pretty slim down like Zachary Taylor, but my titty are, unfortunately, not a C cup. Oh well. 30B chest, so I'm pretty flavourless, but I'm OK 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 twelvemonth ! We met some of the other girls on the floor and a mathematical group of us went to dinner at around 5:30. Tay and I went back to our way and got to do it each former a little bit more. She lived pretty fold by, about an minute, 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 boy we'd dated in high school day, and, unsurprisingly, they sounded pretty similar too.
At around 8 that night, a rap came on the doorway. One of the other girls on the base came in, Kerri, and asked if we wanted to go to a party with some of the early lady friend. She had some friends who were upperclassmen, and a few of them were in one of the fraternity on campus that was having an scuttle weekend company. 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 peachy time. After all, we were at a company schoolhouse and who doesn't love to get a little wild ?
We tried to get fix quickly but that didn't really happen. When we finally did result it was around 9:30. Tay and I were both wearing clothes. Mine was striped white and naval forces wild blue yonder with yearn sleeves, tight, and it covered about to the heart of my thigh. I had a couple of sandals on too, and my usually wavy tomentum was straightened. Deems Taylor looked magnificent. Her clothes was a champaign white summer frock, loose enough that it only hinted at what was underneath, but not so billowy as to constitute her look fat. She had heels on that made her flush taller, but they made her legs look phenomenal. The dress was barely long enough to cover any of her legs at all.
The existent reason we took so long to forget 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 small 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 guy cable, the whole deal. A few unlike cat grinded on me. A lot of them were actually really cunning. I guess I was attracting some attention since I was the solely black young lady 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 abode. We were pretty salute and we hadn't sobered up a bit by the metre we got to the room.
"That company was awing !"I managed to slur out as we got back to the room. I was, I decided, the perfect sum of money of drunk. If I could detain like this for four years, college truly would be the effective long time of my animation !
"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 nimbus right in front of me. I thought her body was good with apparel on but she was damn virtually perfection ! She didn't even seem to remark my jealous brilliance as she continued."You had all the hot guys all over you tonight. And fille, you can dance."
I blushed. Here I was angry that I didn't aspect as dear as her, and she was raining compliments on me. I struggled to get my own pixilated 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 elbow 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 principal. Her super acid centre were glazed, she had to be about as drunk as I was. When the frock was off, she tossed it to the position. I was only wearing a bleak flip-flop, and she drank in the sight of my naked dead 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 womanhood before, no thing how gorgeous she was.
"Tay, I'm not so certain about this."The words were slurred."I—,"the password were cut off as her full lips locked with mine and her spit gently explored my mouth. Her hired man were cupping my face in a entitle caress, and almost without intend my weapon system wrapped around her slim neck, drawing her closer to me. What was happening ? constituent of me screamed that this was wrong, that I was straight and that I was only doing this because I was sot. But it felt so right that I kept going.
Tay started kissing down my neck, suckling at my abruptly erect nipples, smooching her way down my breadbasket towards my already wet mound. My script struggled to crowd the damp black thong down my legs, and Deems Taylor was only too unforced to facilitate me out. Underneath was a bald, neatly shaved, tight piffling pussy, with small tap rim. Tay's mouthpiece felt heavenly as she started going to crop, her tongue slurping in and out of my puss. It seemed pretty realise it wasn't her first time eating a missy out. Her glossa flicked in and out against my button, and she slowly pushed her index finger finger inside of me. My breathing spell 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 hanker to get me to orgasm, and my hips bucked wildly. Her glossa 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 lingua met. She broke the kiss off and nipped at my ear."Your number,"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 sexual climax. My fingers finally managed to fetch 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 endorsement, blissful coming, and her wetness covered my face.
She crawled forward, and we fell asleep, exhausted, in one another's coat of arms. Yes, I thought before I passed out, college would be fun indeed !