I guess I was a middling distinctive eighteen-year-old girl on move-in day—excited, nervous, glad, sad…in former Book, a bit of a mess. It was the first of all time I'd really been away from my family, with the exception of the episodic weekend with Friend. I was scared to be active away. After all, my schooling was nearly a ten-hour car drive from home. I couldn't come dwelling on fixture 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 rude awakening. But, at the same time, how could I not be excited ? Moving out, growing up, becoming self-employed person, all the things college signified. And how could I not be pumped for the party and the cute boys ?
Anyways, moving into my dormitory was emotional. My mom cried. My sister cried. And then promised to chew the fat with a whisper that we'd scour the schoolhouse for our Prince Charmings. My dad tried to act like it wasn't a big deal, but he was more aflutter to see his eldest 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 metre and she seemed really decent ! I could tell apart by her side of the room—the placard, colors, her pictures—that she was pretty interchangeable to me, and I was really beaming to know that we'd probably get along. Before I go on, I should probably describe myself, and my roommate. I'll offset with my roommate.
Her name is President Taylor, and my first picture of this young lady was that she was gorgeous. She was relatively tall, maybe around five foot eight or nine, with true blonde fuzz that came down just past her shoulders. Heart shaped face, stud in her nose, green eyes. She was wearing a armoured combat vehicle top that, while not flaunting it, certainly didn't cover an impressive flop, probably C cupful I estimated. She was tightfitting, and the shirt didn't quite cover her tummy, so I could see her belly button ring. Another matter for me to envy ! Her waistline was narrow but her hips flared out, and I could distinguish she had a gracious butt. Her daisy dukes were pissed. Like I said, she was a real looker.
My figure's Emma, and I'm one of the few fateful students at my schooltime, though as far as Black American go, I can't say I'm very night. I'm five foot four, dark-brown center, browned hair's-breadth with a bit of an auburn tint at fourth dimension, and it brushes my shoulders. I don't think I'm as pretty as Taylor overall, but boys in richly schooling had always told me I had a dainty face. I was pretty sparse like Zachary Taylor, but my boobs are, unfortunately, not a C cup. Oh well. 30B knocker, so I'm pretty flat, but I'm O.K. 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 year ! We met some of the other young woman on the floor and a radical of us went to dinner at around 5:30. Tay and I went back to our room and got to know each early a trivial bit more. She lived pretty confining by, about an time of day, but we had a lot in common. We'd both been cheerleaders in high gear school, and both of us were animate being devotee. We talked about the male child we'd dated in highschool schooltime, and, unsurprisingly, they sounded pretty similar too.
At around 8 that Nox, a knock came on the door. One of the early girls on the base came in, Kerri, and asked if we wanted to go to a party with some of the other girl. She had some friends who were upperclassmen, and a few of them were in one of the fraternities on campus that was having an chess opening weekend party. All the boys lived at the firm ; the upperclassmen living on campus hadn't been allowed to travel in yet. Tay and I both agreed to go, thinking it would be a great time. After all, we were at a party school and who doesn't honey to get a petty waste ?
We tried to get ready quickly but that didn't really chance. When we finally did leave it was around 9:30. Tay and I were both wearing dresses. Mine was striped white and navy blue with farseeing sleeve, tight, and it covered about to the centre of my thigh. I had a pair of sandals on too, and my usually crinkled hair was straightened. Taylor looked magnificent. Her dress was a plain blank summer dress, loose enough that it only hinted at what was underneath, but not so billowy as to make her smell fat. She had blackguard on that made her tied taller, but they made her legs look phenomenal. The attire was barely long enough to compensate any of her pegleg at all.
The real reason we took so farsighted to leave behind was that we went to Kerri's room to pregame. There was a keg rumored to be at the theatre, but we wanted to already be a minuscule tipsy by the time we got there. And we succeeded.
The frat party was what you'd expect. Drinking games, beer everywhere, dancing, drink in young woman, drunker bozo, the entirely quite a little. A few different guy wire grinded on me. A lot of them were actually really cute. I guess I was attracting some attention since I was the only grim fille there, which was kind of cool. The night wore on, Tay and I kept drinking and dancing until we both decided it was fourth dimension to walk dwelling house. We were pretty inebriated and we hadn't sobered up a bit by the time we got to the room.
"That party was awesome !"I managed to slur out as we got back to the room. I was, I decided, the perfect amount of drunk. If I could stay like this for four years, college truly would be the proficient years of my aliveness !
"It was ! This place is going to be awe-inspiring,"Tay said. She pulled the sundress over her head word, and just like that, she was standing in all her naked resplendence right in front line of me. I thought her body was good with wearing apparel on but she was damn approximate beau ideal ! She didn't even seem to notice my jealous glare as she continued."You had all the hot guys all over you tonight. And girl, you can dance."
I blushed. Here I was tempestuous that I didn't smell as skillful as her, and she was raining compliments on me. I struggled to get my own tight dress off. I hadn't thought about how hard it might be to get the apparel off when I was hammered drunk.
"Let me serve you sweetie,"Tay said. She crossed the room, still completely naked like there was no charge in the worldly concern. She stared deep into my eyes as she helped take out the dress over my head. Her honey oil eyes were glazed, she had to be about as wino as I was. When the frock was off, she tossed it to the side of meat. I was only wearing a bootleg thong, and she drank in the sight of my defenseless body as she gave me a gentle button down onto the bed. Suddenly I was skittish. I was no Virgo, but I had never even thought about being with a woman before, no affair how gorgeous she was.
"Tay, I'm not so sure about this."The words were slurred."I—,"the words were cut off as her full lips locked with mine and her spit gently explored my mouth. Her bridge player were cupping my face in a gentle caress, and almost without believe my implements of war wrapped around her slim neck, drawing her closer to me. What was happening ? Part of me screamed that this was wrongly, that I was straight and that I was only doing this because I was wino. But it felt so good that I kept going.
Tay started kissing down my neck, suckling at my suddenly upright nipples, smooching her way down my stomach towards my already wet pitcher. My hands struggled to agitate the dampened smuggled thong down my legs, and Elizabeth Taylor was only too bequeath to serve me out. Underneath was a bald, neatly shaved, tight little pussy, with small pinkish backtalk. Tay's mouth felt heavenly as she started going to work, her tongue slurping in and out of my slit. It seemed pretty take in it wasn't her firstly metre eating a girl out. Her tongue flicked in and out against my clit, and she slowly pushed her index number finger inside of me. My breath had already been shallow, but I let out a gasp at the incursion, then moaned as she pushed, in and out, in and out, all the while her spit still working on my clit. It didn't take her farseeing to get me to orgasm, and my articulatio coxae bucked wildly. Her clapper never stopped as my muscles spasmed, and I moaned even more loudly. When I was finished, she moved back up and we started to snog again, more passionately this time. I could savour my juices as our tongue met. She broke the kiss off and nipped at my ear."Your turn,"she whispered.
Before I could even move, she was sitting on my face, her own lay to rest 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 peg. I forced two fingers to the knuckle in her slit. She let out a cry."YES !"That was how I found out my roommate was a screamer.
I continued to do my sound to eat her out, but eventually I couldn't break my own moan, and all that was left was my hand, now with three digit, fucking her quickly as I felt Tay drawing me towards a second base orgasm. My digit finally managed to bring her to a screaming climax, and I did my best to lap up all of the honey gland succus flowing from her perfect pussycat. My efforts were interrupted as she brought me to my 2nd, blissful orgasm, and her wetness covered my face.
She crawled forward, and we fell asleep, exhausted, in one another's arms. Yes, I thought before I passed out, college would be fun indeed !