Chapter One

 

Aimee stumbled into her dorm room, closing the door behind her and locking it securely. Usually she didn't lock it when she was inside, as a kind of open invitation to the other girls on the floor, but today she just felt like collapsing and didn't want to be bothered.

It had been one of those days. She had woken up late, hurriedly brushed on what little make-up the strict Catholic college allowed and rushed to class, pulling her hair back behind her neck as she ran. From there it went downhill. She left her papers behind in her hasty departure, leaving all of the day's assignments behind, along with her notes.

The only bright spot in the day was that her three-thirty class had been canceled. Her teacher was preparing to accept a charity award later in the evening, the banquet was out of town and Sister Reitha had to leave early.

Aimee plopped down onto her bed, relaxing and looked at her reflection for the first time since she woke up. Not as bad as she thought it would be. Her long, strawberry blonde hair was wild enough normally that the few hairs sticking out seemed to look natural. She had never worn much make-up in the first place-she looked good without it. Luckily there were no bags under her eyes like she had feared.

She stood up and stretched, releasing the day's tensions. She was proud of the body in the mirror before her. She had always been athletic, and exercised almost daily, when she woke up early enough. She was smooth and supple, with well outlined muscles on her arms and legs. Her mother had given her a set of breasts that she had always thought looked out of place on her small, five-foot-two inch frame. They couldn't be all bad though; the boys looked at her, not her friends, when they went out after school.

She took off her blue sweater and was hanging it up in the closet when she heard the rattle of a key in the door. Her roommate, Suzi, was home. Quickly, Aimee thought of a joke to play on her. Suzi was not expecting her to be home this early. While the key was still turning the lock on the door, Aimee silently slid the closet door closed, hiding herself inside. She would scare the heck out of Suzi when she wasn't expecting it.

Aimee bent over and watched the room through a small crack in the door. Suzi walked in a moment later. Suzi was one of the girls that all of the Sisters on campus hated instantly. She looked totally out of place at the all-girl, private catholic college. She was five-foot five, one-hundred-thirty pounds and all curves.

Aimee and the other girls teased her about it often while in the showers. Aimee's own breasts, while good sized, were nothing compared to Suzi's. While Aimee was soft and strong, Suzi was all tender flesh, from her shoulders to her ankles. She was the other one all of the boys at their brother college stared and gawked at when they went to their sports games on weekends.

Aimee wasn't jealous of her friend, however. She had overheard the words "hot" and "babe" used frequently to describe both her and her roommate. She had to admit, they were right.

She watched as Suzi threw herself onto her bed and closed her eyes, breathing deeply in and out. Suzi reached up and slowly started undoing the buttons on her sweater, then her starched, white shirt. Aimee wondered why she was unbuttoning her top; she had another class to go to later in the evening. She wouldn't be changing already.

After Suzi finished unbuttoning her blouse, her hands spread the top wide open, so it hung loosely by her sides. Aimee watched open-mouthed as her roommate undid the clasp on the front of her bra so it hung open with her shirt.

What is she doing? Aimee thought. She watched, mystified as her friend lay on her bed with her shirt wide open, breasts exposed.

Still with closed eyes, Suzi's hands delicately closed around her breasts, closing tighter as she slid her hands up to her nipples. With her thumb and fore-finger Suzi pinched her dark, tender nipples tightly, pulling her breasts up into the air. She started twisting them and pinching them alternately, while the palms of her hands caressed the rest of her enormous breasts. When she released her nipples, Aimee saw that they stood up straight and erect, almost half an inch high. Blood engorged the delicate tissue, turning her areola a dark shade of brown.

Suzi sighed heavily as she started to knead and play with her breasts again. Aimee watched, at first appalled, then confused by what she saw. She had been raised in a strict catholic fashion and had learned early on that it was not appropriate to touch yourself, especially in the manner that Suzi was. As much as she wanted to close her eyes and block out the scene in front of her, she felt drawn to it. It was something that she had never seen before, had never even really thought of before. She felt her face flush and her body start to shiver uncontrollably as she decided to keep watching her roommate.

Suzi grabbed one of her breasts and lifted it up towards her face, flicking her tongue in and out as she did. Aimee's jaw dropped open as Suzi started licking her own nipple. She delicately traced it first, and then lowered her lips on to it, gently sucking. Then she sucked it roughly into her mouth, pulling the soft, pale flesh tight. She moaned as she sucked, breathing heavier.

She released her breast with a loud sucking sound. Her warm, saliva glistened on her nipple as it bounced back down to its normal position. She reached up and started caressing her nipple again with one hand. The other hand started going down towards her skirt.

Suzi pulled up the pleated skirt with her free hand until it rode high over her waist, exposing her white, cotton panties. Her hand slid down beneath her underwear, softly touching her mound of dark pubic hair, then going lower, until it rested on her vagina.

Aimee stood frozen. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. She had never dreamed of doing such a thing. She couldn't believe her roommate was doing it. Suzi was masturbating, she was playing with herself. And she couldn't believe she was watching her do it. She knew it was wrong, but couldn't force herself to turn away. It didn't look as evil as they say, but. . .

She noticed for the first time that her own nipples were erect. She felt a deep stirring within her, a yearning. She was drawn to what Suzi was doing. She knew she shouldn't be feeling the way she did, but no longer knew why. Her certainty was lessening. It looked like it would feel so good. How could it be that be bad?

Suzi started massaging her vagina through her underwear, turning the bright, white color into a moist, wet grey. Her hand moved quicker, up and down, her breathing got heavier. Her other hand squeezed her nipples tightly, first one, then the other.

In one swift motion, Suzi grabbed onto a side of her panties with each hand, lifted her butt up and pulled them off, throwing them over her ankles. She lay back down, lifted her knees up to let her legs fall apart.

Aimee gaped at her friend's vagina. It was a bright pink, covered with a glistening juice. Not just her vagina glistened, but the skin around it too, as if her crotch had been drenched with moisture. Her lips were swollen, pouting as if they needed to be loved, inviting something to love them. Her clitoris stood, angry and red. Aimee could even see the opening of her vagina. A small, dark hole where her lips met at the bottom.

She had never seen a vagina up so closely before, not even her own. She could only stare at its beauty. It was then that she realized what the yearning she felt was. Her own vagina felt warm, and wet. She wiggled her legs back and forth to feel it, her thighs slipped easily against each other, wet with her own juice. She felt as if she were on fire; that was the only way she could describe it. She felt like she wanted to touch herself also. Touch herself like Suzi was touching herself, four feet away from her. Aimee closed her legs tightly together and grasped her hands similarly as she peered out of the crack at Suzi again.

Suzi lowered one hand to her vagina, spreading its pink, moist lips wide apart. She licked the fingers of her other hand momentarily before lowering them also. With one finger she slowly traced her vaginal lips and clit, then continued to rub her clit gently.

A smile spread across her passionate face. She moaned even louder. Her hips started rising and falling as she played with her pink button. Then she inserted an index finger into herself. Slowly she put just the tip in at first, then up to the first knuckle and kept going until it was all the way inside. She pulled it out and slid it easily in again, picking up speed as she impaled herself over and over again. While her one hand pistoned in and out of her vagina, her other hand caressed and rubbed her clit.

Soon Suzi was bouncing uncontrollably on the bed, thrusting her hips high into the air while cramming her vagina full of not just one, but two or three fingers. Her head whipped back and forth as she moaned in ecstasy, her breathing came in ragged gasps.

Then Aimee wasn't sure what happened. Suzi was bouncing like mad one moment, then her entire body stiffened up, becoming rigid. Her fingers stopped, three of them all the way inside her vagina, her other hand pressed firmly against her clitoris, her bottom up in the air, half a foot off the bed. She stayed like that for almost thirty seconds, then collapsed. The breath exploded from her, her arms and legs went limp and she just lay there, drenched in sweat.

Aimee realized that she too had been holding her breath and slowly let it out. She wondered what her roommate had felt when she stiffened. She had heard other girls talk about orgasms in the locker rooms; that must be what Suzi had, an orgasm. But what had it felt like. From the smile plastered on Suzi's face it must have felt pretty good.

But wasn't it wrong to do that to yourself? A true lady doesn't masturbate, or so she had been taught. But why not? It certainly looked enjoyable. Her head swam with confusion as Suzi quickly redressed herself and left the room.

Aimee jumped out of the closet, leaving the door open and went to her bed. Luckily it didn't look like Suzi had seen her book bag on the floor. If Suzi ever found out the she had been watching, she would die of embarrassment. Her heart pounded as Suzi re-entered the room.

"Hey Aim, you're back early. Didn't expect to see you for a while yet." Her tone was calm and casual, carefree. She didn't know. Aimee breathed a deep sigh of relief at the thought.

"Yea, class got out early today. Sister Reitha's getting that award tonight and had to leave early." Aimee forced herself to relax and act natural. It was hard not to stare at her roommate after watching her play with herself only minutes before.

"Anything unusual today?" Suzi asked.

Aimee almost choked, but covered it with a cough. Maybe she did know. She forcibly kept her voice calm, "Same-old, same-old. You know how it is."

Suzi dropped down onto her own bed, grabbing a notebook as she leaned back against the wall. "Yea, I know how it is. After you're here a few years like I've been, you'll do damn near anything to break up the monotony." She started to read her notebook after she finished speaking.

"Well, looks like you've got studying to do roomie, I'm going to head to the library and start a paper I've been putting off. See you later." She picked up her book bag and headed out the door.

"See you later, Aim." Suzi called out as she shut the door behind her. Aimee breathed heavily and leaned against the dorm hallway wall until she relaxed enough to continue on. Suzi didn't know.