Chapter One

 

When you get assigned a dorm room, especially in your first year, you have little choice about it or your roommates. You fill out a questionnaire about what you like and don't like and they supposedly try to match you with others who share your interests. Sometimes it works, and sometimes it doesn't.

I'm not sure how I wound up being matched with Lin and Fan. They were both Chinese foreign students studying computers in the US. Neither was over five feet tall. Neither was into sports or any other extra-curricular activities. I am tall, blonde, athletic, and taking Business. I love sports and dancing and yoga and pole dancing (which is a great exercise and does NOT mean stripping!)

When I was anticipating college I spent some time thinking about who my roommates might be, idly fantasizing about making lifelong friends, going to parties together, and doing all kinds of things about exploring life and growing up. So when I realized my two roommates were most unlikely to do any of that with me and would be going home to China afterward, I was very disappointed.

The word 'roommate' is a bit of a misnomer. What we shared was a suite. It had three small bedrooms, a central room with desks to study and chairs to relax and watch TV, and, just off it, a small bathroom.

Lin and Fan seemed pleasant enough and were quite pert and peppy in their behavior. They were pretty girls, with long dark hair and round faces. But they had little interest in anything beyond studying to get super high grades. They certainly weren't going to be accompanying me to frosh parties or the like.

It was just a couple of days after we'd moved in when I began to wonder about their sexuality. It was early and I wanted to have a shower, get dressed, and head out, but one of them was already in the shower. Or so I thought. Then I heard what sounded like a giggle, and then soft voices. I realized both of them were in there. And it sounded like they were both in the shower at the same time.

Together.

Not that there's uh, anything wrong with that, of course. I'm modern and tolerant and all that sort of stuff. And it wasn't like I haven't, you know, fooled around a little with girlfriends, even if we hadn't gotten all that far beyond kissing and a little fondling.

I had thought Chinese girls would be a lot more conservative, though. And they sure dressed conservatively.

I went back to my room and waited for them to finish. And tried to pretend I hadn't noticed anything. But, maybe because of that, I began to wonder about the way they looked at me sometimes. Like when Fan gave a quick rap on my door, then opened it as I was changing. She kind of gaped at me so that I covered my bare breasts with my arms.

"So sorry!" she said, drawing back.

Then she paused and pushed back in. "You have big breasts!"

"Uh... okay?" I said in confusion.

It was true they were both, by American standards, kind of petite. And I was tall. But my breasts were... okay, not small, but not really... big, exactly. I mean, yes, I'm kind of proud of my breasts. They're thirty-six-Cups and nicely round. But that's not what I'd call 'big', really.

I mean, they're nice and firm and don't uhm, jiggle that much, nor sag. I guess I think of big breasts as D cups or even higher. But then, I suppose Chinese girls are just a lot smaller, on average.

"They are very beautiful!" she said, then giggled and closed the door.

I chalked that up to different cultures and life experiences and moved on. But I also had that niggling doubt about whether she was into girls.

Anyway, them sharing a shower became a regular thing in the morning, which I studiously ignored. I was more into my classes, then, because they were still new, and I had my first assignments due.

And then one morning I was just closing the door to the bathroom. I had gotten in first when there was a rapid knocking at the door.

"I'm about to have a shower," I said.

The rapping continued.

"Haley? Hello. Can I have a shower?"

I questioned both her hearing and her command of the language. Both had heavy accents, by the way. I was naked, and opened the door a crack to better communicate.

"I'm just having a shower now," I said to Li.

"Me too!"

"Uh, after I'm done."

"Why wait? We both girls! In China, we shower together to save water!"

I felt a momentary sense of enlightenment then. A kind of 'oh, so that's it' kind of thought, but she pushed the door open at the same time, grinning at me brightly.

"Prenty room!" she said.

"Uh... Wait!"

We don't have a bathtub. We have a shower where the bathtub probably was long years ago. And Fan was already taking off her robe. I had already turned on the water so she just stepped into the shower, leaving me with a sense of indignation at her jumping the line, so to speak. And also I had the sudden anxiety of what to do.

Did I just put on my robe and go away and let her have her shower first? That seemed really, really wimpy. I mean, imagine being pulled out of the shower by someone who steps in front of you! But on the other hand showering with another girl, one I hardly knew, wasn't something I wanted to do either. Especially with some doubts about her sexuality.

"Come! Hurry!"

I scowled but, filled with indecision, I didn't resist when she leaned out, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me into the shower. Then it was just extreme discomfort and self-consciousness as she soaped herself up and I kind of moved against the back wall for want of anything else to do. My face felt very hot and I was sure it was red.

She turned and cocked her head to one side.

"You do hair while I do body then do reverse," she said, apparently relating how her and Fan did things.

"Or I show you how to save soap," she said, giving me a bit of a coy look.

I looked back without understanding and she giggled then grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the wall, moving behind me. I gasped as I felt her body pressing against me, her small breasts pressing into my back!

"Use soap twice!" she said in amusement.

"Uh, uh, I uh..."

"How we do in China!"

I mean, I'd had lots of lectures throughout high school and in our introduction to college about respecting other cultures and diversity and tolerance and all sorts of other similar things. And that had me momentarily frozen with indecision even as she rubbed her body, including her breasts, of course, against me.

That wasn't the only reason my mind locked up, though. The feel of her warm, soapy body pressing against mine combined with my former suspicion sent a sudden raw jolt of sensuality and uncertain heat through my body. The feel of warm, soapy skin against warm soapy skin is one of life's most pleasurable tactile feelings, and I was wildly uncertain about what to do.

"We get clean and save water and soap!" she said brightly.

Her soapy hands were moving up and down my arms as she rubbed against me, then up onto my shoulders. I was kind of stupidly standing there unsure of what to do and what to think and how to react and frozen up by my anxieties and the sudden rush of confused heat.

My mind was spinning wildly, telling me she didn't really mean anything sexual by this. That I didn't know how girls behaved in China, didn't know their culture or whatever. I sure didn't want to insult her by shoving her away in some kind of homophobic fear.

"I-I... I... it's o-okay! I can... I can... soap myself!" I stuttered.

Her giggles continued, and her breasts were rubbing up and down against my back. Meanwhile, her arms slid down against my hips and I had to shoot a hand down to cover my crotch in case she moved her hand there! My other arm was across my breasts as her hands rubbed my belly and lower chest.

She wasn't moving slowly, seductively, or sensuously. She was moving briskly, just routinely soaping up a body that wasn't hers. Or so it seemed. And so I was still wildly confused about how to respond.

"Two makes faster work!" she said.

Her hands soaped up my buttocks and I gasped and instinctively spun around to find her grinning up at me. She thrust the soap at me. "Here!"

I had little choice but to take it, and so remove my arm from my breasts, which drew her eyes immediately.

"You have lovely big breasts!" she said.

I gulped, feeling a fresh flush of embarrassment.

She ran her soapy hands over her breasts.

"Mine not so big! You like?"

How do you answer a question like that!?

"Uhm, uh, they're uh, nice!" I gulped.

"Soap up! Soap up!" she exclaimed.

And her hand moved forward and rubbed firmly against my right breast. I felt another wild jolt at this. I was still incredibly uncertain about whether this was sexual or not even as I hurriedly soaped up my own breasts and turned away.

She pressed herself against my back again, sending another jolt against me, rubbing her body against mine even as I hurriedly (very hurriedly) soaped up my breasts and then slid the soap down between my legs.

"Clean, clean!" she said.

She slid around me and I backed away, and reached for the shower faucet, and turned it on again. The water poured over us and she hurriedly rinsed herself off then moved aside to let me rinse myself off too. I was so glad this was over, but still wildly confused, embarrassed, and uncertain!

The uncertainty ended when she turned and pressed her body against me, giving me another happy grin, and then kissed me. It wasn't a quick, chaste kiss, either. It was a full-on, extended kiss which made my heart, adrenaline, and pulse rate all shoot up.

"You very pretty," she said softly.

"Uh... I'm... I'm not..."

She kissed me again, her hands reaching up to grip my hair. I gasped as she kind of pulled my head back, and I reached up myself to grab her wrist.

"Li!" I gasped. "That hurts!"

"So sorry," she said, but her lips were already tracing in along the nape of my neck under my ear.

And reaching up had exposed my breasts so that her other hand could caress them freely and her fingers could rub my already very hard nipples. Then her mouth dropped to my breast and I gasped aloud.

"Li!" I gasped.

Her mouth was sucking rhythmically on the center of my breast as her teeth kind of dug into the soft pale flesh and lightly chewed! Her tongue was sweeping back and forth across my erect nipple, which sparkled and crackled with life and heat and energy!

Some of that seemed to wash out into my breasts, then slide down my spine so that my lower belly, particularly my pussy, began to throb excitedly.

I managed to pry her hand off my hair and looked down to find her mouth fairly devouring my breast, which ached hotly, deliciously.

"Li! I'm... we're... this... this isn't..."

I didn't know what to say, what to do. The heat was sudden and debilitating. My breasts were pulsing with excitement.

Her other hand slid between my legs and her fingers unerringly found my clitoris and began to rub from side to side.

I cried out, my hips jerking convulsively.

"I... don't!" I gasped.

She laughed. "I show you how Chinese girls do it."

And suddenly she was on her knees before me, her small hands forcing my legs wider as she licked up the center of my pussy! Her fingers spread the lips of my sex, and then her lips were sucking on my clitoris the way they had been on my nipple.

My will was ... melting as the heat rose. My uncertainty and anxieties were being brushed aside by the raging conflagration she was rousing from my body. I leaned back against the wall, gasping, moaning softly as her tongue began to work on my clitoris.

Her hands slid up my body to cup and fondle my breasts, her thumbs stroking my nipples as she overpowered my mind. I lay my head back, moaning low in my throat as she sucked and licked and drove me up towards a sudden blistering explosion of pleasure.

The orgasm made me jerk back, at first, grinding my buttocks against the tiled wall. Then my hips began to buck uncontrollably as she drew her hands down again to grasp my thighs, her tongue licking wildly at my clitoris so that the howl of pleasure went on and on and on, surging with every hard, fast lick!

And then she stood up, grinned again, kissed me, and turned off the water.

"Must go or be late!"

She slid the door open and stepped out of the shower, grabbed her towel, and quickly toweled off, then left the bathroom naked.

I stood propped against the wall, still trying to figure out what had happened, my body still twitching from the wild rush of sensation and heat.

Holy fuck, I thought dazedly.

I got out, closed the bathroom door, and dried myself off, including my hair, then put on my robe and dashed back to my room, closing and locking the door.

Holy fuck!

I stared at myself in the mirror of my dresser, then got my hairdryer and went through the motions of drying my shoulder-length hair.

Fuck! What had just happened!?

Li hadn't acted like she'd done anything other than playful... sport. Was this something Chinese girls did a lot in China!? Because I'd never heard of it! And how was I supposed to react to this? What did it change? Should I ask for different roommates?

Why? It wasn't like it had hurt. It wasn't like I needed to be ashamed of anything. What girl didn't have a little lesbian fling while in college anyway? And there was nothing wrong with it. It had been incredibly wild and hot and exciting and pleasurable.

I was a bit disgruntled that she'd basically taken complete charge of me and done it with basically no part for me to play other than just standing there like a department store dummy. I wondered if she thought I was some kind of shy, prudish provincial girl or something.

And was this going to lead to more? I mean, not just wild morning sex in the shower but... but more?

Because while I was somewhat... curious about girls, I was still very much into boys. Girls might be interesting for... play sex, but not romance. I wondered if she felt the same way? She'd acted that way. It would be weird and embarrassing if some Chinese girl fell in love with me and then got upset when I didn't reciprocate.

I had to hurry to dress and get off to my own class, which didn't leave me a lot of time for introspection. But during class, my mind kept returning to it, and again squirming away from how... passive I'd been. If we were going to have some play sex I needed to actually take part!

Mind you, I had no experience with oral sex. Not with girls anyway. And I had very little experience receiving it, either, to be honest. I mean, guys kind of tried, because they were sort of expected to, but you could tell their hearts weren't into it. I was hoping I'd meet more sophisticated guys here at college.

And, yes, hoping to experiment some more with sex. I was aware my limited experiences with guys who themselves had limited experience was not exactly the best guide for what to expect.

So why not experiment with Li? The first experience had sure been... wild. With more warning, I could learn a lot about a lot of things. I think what was really nagging at me was that she had taken such charge. If she'd been a boy I'd have accepted that easily, especially if 'he' had known what he was doing. Because, like I said, I was aware I was far from being expert.

But a girl, especially a small girl, especially a small, foreign girl, treating me like some ignorant, virginal farm girl or something was a bit galling. Then again, she obviously knew a lot more than I did about sex!

I would need to read up on how girls had sex so I wasn't caught by surprise and could participate more fully next time. Presuming there was a next time. And the more I thought about it, the more I wanted there to be a next time. Hopefully soon!

It wasn't going to be that evening, though. Both of them studied hard and were working on some sort of project on the computer. I couldn't really understand because they mostly spoke to each other in Mandarin. I wondered if it might be a good idea to learn some of that.

But, since they were busy I went into my room and studied some, then did some social media, some Netflix, and then went to bed.