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My older brother, Kyle, was already at college, but one of his closest friends had been in my grade. Maybe because I missed Kyle or even resented him some because he had been able to get away from all of the bullshit for the most part, but I found myself spending more and more time with Oscar. One time, we got a bit tipsy and fooled around. Oscar stopped us from going any further. I was afraid it would make things awkward between us, but it didn’t, and a week later, no alcohol involved, we did have sex. It was better than with Jake and his soft snake. Oscar was much harder, but his length was maybe four, five inches. I hadn’t orgasmed with Oscar either, but I also didn’t point it out to him.
It was just the one time for Oscar and me. Oscar did get a little weird afterward, and I think that might have been because Kyle started to come home on weekends around that time. Girlfriend issues was the reason for his homecoming, and things only went downhill from there.
“Didn’t your alarm go off?” comes a voice from above me.
I grunt. It’s the first day of classes freshman year of college. Juniper College. I’m going for business.
I only met my roommate yesterday. Her name is Lauren Franklin. She seems a bit stuck up as it is, and she was not too happy at ll that I insisted on keeping the bottom bunk. Hell, it wasn’t my fault that I moved in three days ago. She could’ve then, too, but she hadn’t, instead doing who knows what. I am not going to be a doormat. I’ve been sleeping in this bed, and no, it’s not the most comfortable, but I doubt the top bunk is ay better.
“Hello?” Lauren calls. “I am not going to deal with this. I’m not your babysitter—”
“I never asked you to be,” I say sweetly. “I’m awake. I just like to lie in bed for a bit after the alarm goes off.”
She huffs, and the bunks shake a bit. She must’ve rolled over. “I really don’t appreciate that. My first class of the day isn’t until ten, and if you’re going to have your alarm set for seven-thirty, the least you can do is get out of bed then. If you aren’t going to get up until eight, then set your alarm for then. Have some common courtesy.”
I roll my eyes. “You don’t have to act like such a diva. You went to bed before I did last night.”
“I need my beauty rest.”
I suppress a snort but say nothing.
“You are a terrible, terrible person,” she hisses.
“Don’t get your panties in a twist.”
I finally climb out of bed and stretch. The T-shirt I sleep in rises up enough you could probably see my thong. I flip Lauren the bird and head to the bathroom we share with our suitemates.
Although I probably don’t have time for this, I take a quick shower. There’s nothing I hate more than going out with wet hair, but I definitely don’t have time for that. Once I’m finally all dried off, I head back to my room and look over my clothes hanging in the teeny tiny closet. The outfit I originally picked out for my first day no longer appeals to me, so I grab a jean miniskirt and a black tank top. My chest isn’t super big compared to some girls, but I’m not flat either. My nipples, though, are always hard. It doesn’t matter the time of year, and it doesn’t matter if I wear a bra or not because even a lined cup will still show ‘em through. The tank top has one of those built-in bras that do absolutely nothing for any girl, and yeah, my nipples are at attention, but I’ve gotten used to them and how guys will stare at them or make a point of looking and then looking away. Whatever. Looking is one thing, but not just any guy is allowed to touch.
Or kiss.
Or lick.
Or suck.
Fuck, that dream has me all hot and bothered.
No matter. I shove my feet into pink sandals, and I’m out of the room. I’m not a jerk. I make it a point to close the door as quietly as I can. I mean, to some extent, I get why Lauren wasn’t the happiest with me, but it took me forever to fall asleep last night. Plus, I went to bed later than I should’ve. On top of that, that killer dream…
I’ve been dreaming about Rob for weeks now. It always ends before I orgasm. When I was in the hotel room, I would hop in the shower and take care of matters. As much as I wish I had done the same this morning, all I had to deal with was the dripping of water down my body. Not as much fun as my juices leaking out of me and making my thighs wet.
Juniper College is huge. It’s a wide-open, sprawling campus, and as soon as I exit my dorm, I realize I forgot my purse. Shit. I have a backpack too but I’ve never been too thrilled with them. Should I grab it? I need my purse at the very least. A pen. At least I have my phone on me, but I don’t even have my key to the dorm room. Thankfully, I hadn’t locked the door.
Quickly, I rush back to the third floor and my room. My hand grabs the knob.
Only it doesn’t turn.
Lauren. She must’ve locked it.
She is so going to hate me, but I knock on the door.
No answer.
What the hell? Did she leave? But where would she have gone? I would’ve seen her if she had left the building. There’s no way our paths wouldn’t have crossed.
Maybe she’s in another room.
I grimace and glance at my phone to check the time. I really have to motor it. While Lauren and I exchanged numbers before I realized she was a bit, ah, before I realized her personality and mine might not exactly mesh, I don’t think calling her this morning would help with trying to better our relationship. It’s going to be a hell of a year if I don’t get along with my roommate.
