Paige Munro, bondage queen. What an absurd, ludicrous suggestion! At least, it would have been at the start of the school year. You know how the school year starts? Everything is possible, and adventure awaits! I just had no idea what kind of adventure!

My school year didn't exactly start out great. My new roommate was a first year arts student, a tiny, quiet, mousy nerd girl with long, stringy brown hair. I was starting third year pre-law, which was a lot more serious a course than her silly liberal arts courses in modern communication.

Despite first impressions, though, we got along quite well. She was, as I said, quiet, fairly serene, in fact, though she had this higher pitched voice which could sometimes be annoying. Fortunately, she wasn't a big talker. She turned out to be something of a relief from Rachel, my previous roommate, who was a huge drama queen.

We tended to study quietly at our desks in our room in the evening, and didn't see a lot of each other otherwise. I thought of asking her to go out to parties, occasionally, but she didn't seem like a real social girl, and to be honest, I thought guys would snicker to see us together. She's like, five feet one, maybe, and I'm five ten and blonde. We'd definitely look like the odd couple!

Plus, well, she was a nerd. I mean, my friends were definitely not that kind. She had her own friends, nerdy friends, and they hung together as nerds do, I supposed.

And then, one day in November, when I was undressing for bed one evening, that all changed. Now, if you've ever roomed with someone, you know that you just can't be hiding yourself. Dressing and undressing is something you're going to do several times a day, and it's a small room.

So I undressed quite naturally, without caring much that Nicole - Nicky - was sitting on her bed reading. I didn't even realize she was paying any attention to me until I reached for my nighty and she said, in her soft spoken, but high pitched voice.

"You have really nice breasts, Paige."

It was said more as an observation than a compliment. I mean, I got that right away, and I also got, and had from the start, that Nicky didn't have a whole lot of social skills. I mean, she didn't try to be insulting, but sometimes she was a little dense about certain things. So I got that she probably didn't realize how weird it was to be naked and have some girl telling you how nice your breasts were.

They are nice, by the way. I mean, I know they're nice. Every guy who's ever seen them has loved them. And, hey, I've seen myself in mirrors. I know what my body looks like, in other words, and my attractiveness is one of those things I've come to take for granted for quite a while.

Compliments roll off my back, in other words. I take some pride in the fact I job and swim and do Pilates and keep myself in shape, but for the most part, I'm a winner in the genetic lottery, so try not to get a stuffed head about it.

I was startled, and turned to look at her, my mouth open a bit. She had her glasses on, because she was reading, but was looking over the tops at me.

"You have almost perfect breasts," she said. "They a nice big size, but not big. I mean, if they were big they'd sag."

"I exercise," I said, a little uncomfortably, pulling my nightie over my head.

In fact, the push-ups, chest flyes and presses, elbow squeezes I did were all designed to firm up my chest muscles. I am a thirty-six C-cup on a fairly slender chest, and I did NOT want saggy boobs.

"Your whole body is great, in fact," she said. "You have a great flat stomach, nice hips, a nice ass..."

I was thinking, like, what the fuck was this, when she came to the point.

"Could I take your picture? I have to do nudes for my photography course.