The Dormmate Pt. 01

THE DORMMATE

Beginning of Part 1

I fucking hate college.

These will be the best years of your life! God I certainly hope not. I'm 20 and miserable. I've never considered myself such a negative person, but a pretty messy breakup pretty much sabotaged my entire reality, and honestly left me in a position I truly hated.

They always said the college years would be the perfect time to explore my life, to make incredible memories and close friends, to do amazing new things, mess up, succeed, grow. This couldn't be further from the truth for me.

My brooding was interrupted by the jingling sound of keys on the door knob. Fuck.

"Lea!" Came the unbearably positive sing songy voice of my dorm mate Kayla.

Oh, also, fuck Kayla.

I buried my nose further into my text book. I'd been so distracted by my funk today, I had been staring uselessly at the same paragraph for the last hour or so. I think it had started when I nosied onto my ex's insta profile for a moment of self-destructive stalking and saw him perched up by his family's pool with some bombshell in a skimpy white bikini. We had literally fucked in that pool, and no doubt he was-

No, Lea. Let it go.

I had almost forgotten Kayla had taken a seat on her bed opposite to my own. She looked expectantly at me. Those doe eyes that men seemed to be obsessed with had only ever been the constant reminder that happiness exists in this world with the sole aim to taunt me.

I tried to keep my grudging sigh inaudible, setting my textbook beside me with a false smile painted across my slightly freckled face.

"What's up?"

Kayla flushed, excited to engage in shooting the shit with me. It was like the proverbial nails on the chalkboard.

Kayla was a dirty blonde like the girl in my ex's photo. Blonde like the girl that he had cheated on me with. In fact, she had many similarities. She was the type of girl that guys died for, in the mythos they went to war for that perfect ratio of ass to tits to waist to face. She was the "package" and I hated her for it.

I felt so opposite to her. She was extroverted and bubbly, I was much shier in settings where I didn't know people, she thrived there. My hair was a deep brown, and as often as I had claimed I would dye it to "shake things up" I never went through on anything so risky, she was a risk taker. I always felt like I was a good looking girl. I never went without some male attention, but she had a way of making me feel like yesterday's lunch. Fuck Kayla and her stupid perfection.

"This boy."

That's all she said. Forcing me to engage further.

Do you see how fucking annoying that is?

"Derek?" I asked, trying to remember the last boy we gabbed about. Was that almost a week ago? Where had she been lately anyway? No complaints from me.

"What? No, Derek is whatever, I'm talking about a boy who talked to me in Bio today."

Bio? "So no more Derek?"

Kayla was struggling to understand why I was struggling so much to engage properly in this conversation. "Derek and I still text, but this guy, Liam, approached me today."

Oh yeah, another fucking love triangle. Randomly though, I think i did know of Liam. Your typical college hunk. Other girls had met and talked about him. It didn't surprise me Kayla was interested in allowing him to pursue her, he was the current prize I suppose.

"Liam's hot." I commented, not really caring if I meant it or not, simply hoping to push through this convo as fast as possible. I really needed to study. And I do really hate talking to her.

Patience, I told myself. I just needed to make it through the year and I'd have a new dorm mate. Or better yet, maybe I'd even be living alone.

"Oh my gosh, I know right!" God I hated how bubbly and sincere she looked, even when she was talking about fooling around with a second man (that I knew of).

"Anyway, I was hoping that maybe tonight, let's say 8-10 you'd maybe want to study in the common?" She scrunched her face as she did when she was asking something she knew was overstepping.

"Tonight?" I asked in bewilderment, then realizing my tone had left the playful realm, I forced a new smile and disarming giggle. "I thought you said you just met him today?"

"Yeah, so?" Kayla looked down to her phone, responding to someone's text. Could be Derek, could be Liam, could be anyone really. Fucking whore.

"Yeah, sure." I agreed to her request, not because I want to, but because I'm a little wimp and people pleaser and whatever. Who cares? At least she's getting some. Makes for one of us.

"Thanks girly." Kayla rushed over to me tackling me in a hug.

Physical boundaries being another thing Kayla didn't seem to understand. I'm not a hugger. Specially not for people who drive me up a fucking wall.

Standing up, Kayla started to remove her clothes, so that she was stripping down to a white lacey bra and panties. Something I had honestly grown used to at this point. As long as it stopped there, I would keep the peace.

"I'm going to freshen up for him."

I watched her perfect ass disappear into the bathroom. Liam will enjoy her I'm sure.

--

We called the shared space between the male and female dormitories the commons. It was a pretty open room with couches and tables for studying and hanging out. I had made myself comfy in some yoga pants and a loose elm green t-shirt, popped my airpods in and got to work.

Studying was difficult. Kayla was fucking some stud in our dorm room, and I couldn't help but realize I was a tad jealous. I had been broken up with for a bit over a year and had yet to get back on the horse in that regard. Sometimes the horniness and loneliness just hit you. This was making it rather difficult to study.

Nearly half an hour to 10 a boy I had seen around campus had taken the couch across the room with his group of friends. His name was Will. Oddly, he reminded me of my ex. Which should make me despise him, his chiseled chin, those deep brown eyes, curly dark hair. I knew Will played on the soccer team, and during some runs had glimpsed those diced abs glisten with sweat.

Oh gosh. A warmth was blossoming in my lady regions, my stomach flipping ever so slightly as my mind wandered into scandalous territory. I shifted myself on the couch. Trying to ignore the sudden ravenous desire that was gripping me.

But could you imagine? Will, standing and walking over to me. He could say hi to me, I'm a pretty girl. My tits are more than decent, a handful he could play with. He could get lost in my blue eyes, run his hands through my brunette hair. Pull it even. Pull it hard as he pulls me in. What would that be like, to be taken by such a forward guy like him. Throwing my stuff off the coffee table I currently rested by feet on. Taking me right here as everyone watched in horror, slamming his dick into my soft little pussy, my wetness flowing out to stain the fucking couch-

I opened my eyes, becoming terrifyingly aware that I was fantasizing in a very public setting. I cautiously looked around, but nobody seemed to have noticed me acting weird. My hand had slipped down to my pussy. Free balling it today had left little fabric between my petal pink nails and the damp slit.

Fuck. I needed to get one out and I needed it badly. Checking my watch, the time was 10:20. Liam should be gone by now. I'd get back, hop in the shower, and finger my slit till I was shivering against the tile walls-oh fuck yes. Getting up, I packed my things, making sure to hide the small wet spot between my legs with my bag.

I spared one last glance at Will, he looked at me, no doubt due to the motion of me suddenly getting up. He smiled. I blushed, all to aware how warm my skin felt. Did I look red? Did I look like I was- oh shit.

Quickly I recuse myself from the common, down the maze back to my dorm room.

I got to the dorm room as quickly as I could, preparing to open the door when a noise within stopped my hand mid flight. Moaning. Liam is still in there.

I checked my watch again, 10:30. Dammit Kayla.

I turned slowly, careful as I rested my back against our wall, not to make any noise so as to disturb the love birds within.

"Oh fuck. Yeah, fuck, your mouth..."

My eyes widened. Shit. She was giving him a blow job by the sounds of it. He was quite the talker. That deep voice. It was pretty hot.

"Oh, yeah babe, just like that, good girl."

My hand slowly slipped down my stomach. My eyes watched down the hall towards the doors that entered this wing. Nobody in sight, no other sounds. My fingers found the mound of my pussy.

Was it weird to touch yourself to the sounds of some guy banging your dorm mate? It felt weird, but I was horny as fuck, and he sounded hot as fuck, and ohhhh.

Reflexively my mouth opened and my eyelids fought to close as the pleasure washed over me like a warm bath. My fingers had slipped under the band of my yoga pants, finding the soft wet skin. I moved a gently increasing circle over my clit, ears trained acutely on every noise Liam was making, eyes fighting to stay watchful for anyone down the hall.

There was rustling in the room. Changing of positions. And I heard some skin smacking against skin. Probably doggy style. I tried to recall what imagery I had of Liam, seeing him in passing around college. Imagined him going to town on my own pussy.

Moving slowly and quietly closer, I rested my ear against the door, amplifying the noise. Still careful not to cause any sounds, I didn't want to alert anyone inside to my pervy situation. Oh gosh, is this disgusting?

My pussy honestly couldn't care less. My legs began to shake. Now with my ear agains the door, I could hear Liam's grunts a bit better. The smacking of skin on skin. I could also pick up the sound of Kayla moaning into her pillow, no doubt trying her best to limit the noise.

I'm going to cum.

I watched the hall with horror, fighting to keep my eyes open as the warmth spread through me and wracked my body into a fit of seizes and shakes. I was so close. So close. So fucking close.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck." Kayla must have removed her face from the pillow because she was much clearer now. Had I not known what was happening in here, I might have thought Liam was watching porn with how sexual and professional her voice sounded.

She was going to cum to.

Without anytime to think about the situation my orgasm hit with full force as I heard Kayla's orgasm overtake her, the passion and longing and pleasure in her moaning becoming the most sexual thing I think I had ever heard from a real person, the hotness of it temporarily blotting out whatever noise Liam was making and I realized too late that I was orgasming partially to the sound of my hated dorm mate orgasming.

Things died down. I was several fingers deep in my trembling pussy, the entire front side of my yoga pants dampened by my own juices. I simply stood there for a few minutes, trying to bring myself down from the best orgasm I'd had in over a year.

"I'll call you tomorrow." Liam's voice took me out of the stupor.

Quickly and still quietly I pulled from the door. He's going to know I was right here!

I tiptoed as far away from the door as I could, then when I heard the handle turn. I spun around, keeping my head low, acting as if I were coming back from the commons. For extra measure I put my phone to my ear.

"Yeah, I'm just heading back to my room" I said to no one. Not making eye contact with Liam who checked me out from head to toe, ass to tits. I held my backpack in front of me to hide the wet patch, hoping that he couldn't somehow smell the stench of disgraceful pleasure upon me.

When I got in the room, the shower was already running. Kayla was washing herself off after her sinful deeds. I threw my stuff down, quickly stripping my yoga pants and throwing on some clean pajama bottoms.

I hopped into bed, accepting unfortunately that a shower would have to wait till tomorrow. I didn't have the stomach to be face-to-face with Kayla right now.

I tried not to think too much about my orgasm, or Liam, or the sounds that Kayla had made during sex. I shifted uncomfortably under the covers. How had she sounded so fucking hot?

***

College continued on as it does. The air grew colder, and people started to talk about plans for winter break. Studying had taken over much of my life, and honestly the funk I was in showed no signs of breaking up soon.

Kayla was insufferable as always. Liam lasted for maybe a week, then she was back to Derek for a few days and eventually landed on some guy named Jake. I only knew of Jake because he was in my advanced writing course. He'd hang out in our dorm from time to time, which is how I learned that Jake was actually roommates with Will, the dude I had fantasized about taking my pussy to town on the commons couch that.... night.

I still tried not to think about that night too much.

Hearing your dorm mate having sex is weird and something I definitely would not recommend to other introverted people like myself who already struggle with social anxiety. After about a week I had been annoyed enough by Kayla to get back to normal, but still.

Jake had a connection who would buy him alcohol, and so he and Kayla would sip on some random adult beverages while they hung around. Even I wasn't a nerd enough to turn down a drink from time to time when he came over. The annoying thing was how physical Jake liked being, and the alcohol wouldn't help. They'd get to making out, sometimes with me right in the room. Which I found to be a bit uncomfortable, but with these horned up individuals, nothing surprises me anymore.

One night, assuming I was asleep when they came in, Jake and Kayla even participated in some form of sexual activity with me right there. As aroused as it was in theory, I refrained from touching my pulsing pussy, not wanting to be back in the same situation I was in weeks ago.

Kayla had always been a sexual little firecracker. More than a handful of times I had woken up in the middle of the night to her pleasuring herself to some porn. It was odd then, but I had grown rather used to her eccentric sex life. Things felt different now, but I didn't know why.

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Against my better judgement, I found myself in the back seat of Jake's car one night, Will sat to my right. Kayla had convinced me to go on a double date with her and Jake. Which turned out to be an excuse to get in her boyfriend's car and smoke mary jane, while we took pulls from a bottle of Jack Daniels.

I tried to fight this happening with every insecure and anxious bone inside me, but eventually I realized that in order to move on from my ex, I would need to make an effort. And so I found myself, sat beside a boy, unsure of what to say, but reminded painfully that I was not with the person I thought I would have been with forever.

So I drank, and he drank, and the conversation got lighter and laughs came a little easier.

Eventually Jake and Kayla were making out in the front seat, no surprise to me.

"These two, huh?" Will offered finally, breaking a lull of silence we had fallen into. The music of the car nearly drowned him out, forcing us both to lean a little closer to one another. I watched Jake's wandering hands get a full grasp of Kayla's right tit, the cleavage plumping up at the pressure, making great tits only look better.

"Do they fuck alot at your place too?" The words were far more brash than I had anticipated. I looked at the Jack Daniels with accusing eyes, what are you doing to me?

Will laughed, nodding with a fervent understanding. "I was thinking you may have had the better end of the deal, but apparently not."

"It's odd right?" I wondered aloud, taking another swig from the bottle, my face screwing up a bit at the sting of the alcohol.

"Yeah, you can get used to it to a degree."

"Used to pretty girls getting nearly naked in your dorm room to have sex with someone else?" I pushed.

"Everything has its perks."

I laughed. This man didn't even date Kayla and had likely seen her naked. Maybe she did have more boundaries in our dorm room. That was a terrifying thought. I laughed again.

"I actually hate her." I said with a smile, letting the alcohol say things and make jokes that sober me would never.

"Well that's fine cause I hate him too."

"Look at us," I said with mock appreciation.

"Well, I have to say, having you hear is a better time than having to listen to them mack in the bed next to me."

"How sweet of you to say." I said cutely, batting my eyes. I'm batting my eyes now? Fuck alcohol.

Almost the entirety of Kayla's tit had escaped the bounds of her shirt, neither drunk individual having any semblance of recognizing that their two roommates were still in the car.

"They certainly like to have fun." Will commented. He stared at me for a moment, borrowing the bottle to take his own drink. "Do you like to have some fun?"

Fun? As in...

"Once upon a time I had fun." I responded. I watched his eyes slip down my form. I was wearing a new top, one that let my cleavage stand a bit more prominent. I puffed up my chest a little at his wandering brown eyes.

"You know, I've never seen your dorm." Will offered, seemingly innocuous, but ripe with sexual meaning.

"Oh, that's a shame." I gasped. "I could always give you a tour."

Oh my gosh, what am I saying? That was my head talking. My pussy on the other hand was doing excitable twists and turns.

"Now?" Will asked with a devilish smile.

I took a final drink from the bottle of Jack Daniels. Unnecessary, as the car was already spinning slightly. But necessary in the sense that I was about to have my first rebound sex.

My eyebrows danced as I exited the vehicle.

Not 10 minutes later Will and I were a ravenous explosion of kissing the grabbing. I closed my dorm room door with my foot behind me, giggling as Will stumbled over himself a little.

Then we were back together, like magnets. Strong hands traveled the curves of my body, from my sides to my ass, back up my sides to the volume of my tits. Fuck. I wanted him to fuck me so bad. The alcohol made us dizzy. In a moment I knew I was falling, and before the fear could strike me, I struck the soft bed under my back.

Will's face buried in my neck, lips smacked against my soft perfumed skin, hands plunging under my shirt, making their way north. I didn't wear a bra. His warm hands were cupping my breasts and I was swimming in an ocean of excitement. My nipples twisted softly between his fingers, zaps of pleasure coursing through my body, heat making my pussy clench at him in hunger.

I helped him with his belt, and while he worked on putting the condom on, I stripped my pants and panties down to the floor. Wait. These sheets aren't blue like mine- Will's dick popped into view, erasing everything from my mind.

It was veinous, it was stiff, the head a perfect mushroom, pointing directly at my little belly button. I wanted that dick. I wanted it in my mouth. I wanted it in my wet little pussy. I wanted it.

I was pushed down onto the bed. Specifically, Kayla's bed. Oh shit. Not my bed.

I tried to formulate the words that this wasn't my bed, but his hands were on my pussy.

Good heaven above. Holy fuck. My pussy hadn't been touched by anyone but me in a fucking year and it was like getting struck by fucking lightning. Who cared whose bed this was, fucking engulf me.

"Oh, yes Will." I moaned in pleasure. I wanted those fingers to tantalize me, I pushed my pussy up towards him in an inaudible request for him to bury his tongue in there like my ex had done so well.

"I'm going to fuck you babe."

Then in a flurry I was flipped over onto my belly. Will's sturdy hands picked up my waist drawing me close to his crotch. It was slow at first, then the dick was in me, filling my crevice up and making me gasp for breath.

Then he was fucking me. Doggy style. Kinda like.... a rabbit?

I mean... yes, there's a dick in me. But what about the kissing.... he could touch my nipples some more.

Will pushed harder and my face pressed flat on the bed.

Oh god, is that really.... is that really going to be all?

I don't know why I thought it was so disappointing, but I guess I imagined there would be more.... something. It was like losing my virginity, kinda bumpy, basic, no foreplay, no excitement... just sex.

"Yeah, you like that?"

What did I say? I mean, don't get me wrong, I do like it. I do want it, I just thought... I thought it would be... better.

"Oh yeah, Will."

He grunted at this, pushing harder into me. Would he cum fast? Would I cum at all? The position was more for him than for me.

A minute or so passed, and I could feel that Will was struggling a bit. Whiskey dick?

"I could suck your dick." I offered, digging deep to manage the sexiest porn voice I could muster. He didn't respond, just kept plugging away at my pussy from the back.

Well, getting off would be my responsibility I guess. I closed my eyes, letting the drunkenness meld with my fantasy. I tried to picture my original image, the one in the commons, where I had imagined Will as this sexual prowess. It only gave me feelings of disappointment.

I could smell... Kayla's perfume. I remembered again that I was on her bed. Hopefully she doesn't walk in on this. That'd be incredibly embarrassing. But the bed did smell good. I couldn't describe the scent, it was one of those smells that captured your sense, that made your jaw tense and your mouth salivate as you engulfed in it.

My pussy tingled a little.

Will pounded a little harder, fighting with his whiskey dick. "Pound my little pussy baby." I offered. He grunted, pushing me deeper into the bed. I turned my head noticing a bit of black among the pink sheets.

Pantiet.

Kayla's panties.

My pussy tingled again as the words "Kayla's panties" scrolled through my mind. I was pushed a little closer towards them. Or had I pivoted closer?

Something on the panties looked off, I realized that I could see a bit of whitening, something dried on the fabric, something that had come from Kayla's pussy.

My mouth reflexively opened a tad, my breath escaping me as a warmth erupted through me racing from pussy to my brain, back down to my pussy.

Stop.

Why would panties cause excitement in me? I've got a dick in my vag and I'm going to cum all over it. I backed my ass up in tandem with Will, pivoting my hips to try and ride that dick right where my pussy needed it. If Will can't do the work, then I'll have to.

"I'm fucking drunk," I whisper to myself.

I tried to turn away from the panties, but my mind had latched onto them.

If I shifted my weight... like this, I found my face traveling closer to the panties. I didn't want to be obvious. I don't even want to be by those panties. I'll have myself know, I'm not a lesbian. I'm the straightest girl around. Again, I have a dick in my pussy. I've only ever been with me. Having panties with dried cum on them from some bitch, is not my thing.

I was getting closer. Each inch, rationalizing why I was still moving this way. I could see Kayla in my mind. The countless times I had seen her strip down to her little lacey bra and panties. Her tits bulging against the fabric, her nipples poking through. I could hear her in the back of my mind, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," her orgasmic little voice echoing in my mind.

I was so close.... I was so close...

I felt the first touch of lace fabric on my nose. I darted an eye back to Will, his eyes were closed, his face scrunched as he continued to pound my pussy slit with his dick. He was moaning more now. He was getting closer. I was getting closer.

You're so drunk Lea. It's the alcohol. It's just the alcohol. My nose burrowed into the fabric of Kayla's panties. The sweet smell of her pussy filled my drunk mind. Oh fuck, I'm going to cum.

"I'm going to cum..." Will breathed heavily.

A terrible thought entered my mind. Something so disgusting. So putrid. I wanted to fight it off with a bat. I wanted to scream. My mouth opened slowly, my tongue reaching out, centimeter by centimeter.

I hate myself. I hate myself.

My tongue touched the stained portion of the panties. Imagery of Kayla, and what I imagine her pussy would look like.

Fuck it. I gave into the drunken stupor and raging hormonal ecstasy within me, grabbing that tarnished pair of pantied between my teeth and pulling them into my mouth. Tasting Kayla's pussy, imagining my mouth buried in her, making her scream like Liam had.

I came so fucking hard, my pussy seizing up and grabbing Will's dick in a series of convulsions that forced him to grab onto my waist as his hot sticky load finally burst from his pent up balls. The warmth evident, even through the thin protection of his condom, when he stopped moving I kept going, rocking my continuing orgasms along his shaft, wanting to cry out of immaculate pleasure, repeating in my mind over and over again:

"Kayla... Kayla... Kayla..."

End of Part 1.