My Sexy Roommate

Shauna was my first experience with another girl. She and I were roommates in our freshman year at college, crammed into a two-bed, two-desk, one-closet dormitory room on the third floor of a six floor dorm. We didn’t pick each other; we were assigned our rooms by the college’s computer. In retrospect, that computer did a wonderful job.

We were both eighteen, both from small towns, and both eager to start the “college life.”

Beyond that we were quite different. She was a petite brunette with a curvy figure and dark eyes that captured your attention immediately. And she had perfect white teeth behind kiss-me, swollen lips. (It turns out her father was the town’s primary dentist.) In contrast, I am tall, blond, and long legged, with modest breasts and boyish hips. Her skin was also a light milk chocolate color, much like a good California tan, while mine was plain milk white, clearly untouched by the sun, California or elsewhere.

It took us a couple of weeks to sort out the whole campus routine: where to go for our classes, where to eat, and how to get around campus most efficiently. Our schedules were different, so the only time we could get together was for dinner and study time in either the library or our room. We jointly decided on our room and settled in each night after chow. It was more comfortable there and we could get casual for the evening. Casual for me meant a T-shirt and panties. Shauna was more into real pajamas: short pants in warm weather, long pants when it was cold. I never quite got the rationale since our room was the same temperature regardless of the outside weather. But as they say “Whatever.”

Within a month or so we had both met and begun dating several guys, mostly sophomores and juniors. We shared our experiences and laughed a lot at the antics of the guys and how hard they tried to get into our pants. And both of us had a good time and kept our pants on.

It was a couple of months into the first semester before I began to notice Shauna’s interest in me. It was little things: a touch that was much like a quick caress, a glance that lingered until I looked up and she looked quickly away. I would notice out of the corner of my eye that she was staring across our small room at my crotch as I lay sprawled on my bed reading. Or her lingering glance at my chest, my nipples poking out against the thin shirts I wore. I noted these things almost unconsciously and gave them no weight, but they came into focus later.

We had been out partying just before Thanksgiving break, drinking beer and dancing at a couple of frat parties. We decided to call it quits around midnight because the “brothers’ were getting really drunk and adolescently obnoxious. We came back to our room and flopped on our beds, a little woozy ourselves. It was unusually hot in the dorm and we were both a little sweaty from our dancing and the room’s heat. As I lay propped against the wall at the side of my bed I became aware of Shauna’s stare. I lay there with my legs splayed, my shorts tight into my crotch, my breasts pressing against my shirt, nipples visible. I felt relaxed and a little randy.

Shauna sat across from me on her bed and pulled off her ankle high boots, letting them drop to the floor with little thuds. She then stood and began to slowly unbutton her shirt, popping the buttons one at a time as though doing a slow strip tease. Her eyes were fixed on mine as she pulled the open shirt out of her jeans and shrugged it back over her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Unlike her normal dress code, she was braless and her sassy breasts stood there in plain view, her nipples dark and tight.