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Room Mates
By Reese.
College life for Stacy Jones was becoming tough. The classes she took and the environment she was within were working on her nerves. Having been a straight A' student back in her "Small Town Country Home", living in a big city as well as on campus was mind boggling. It seemed every evening some event among her peers was taking place. Most evenings there were parties. The kind of parties that made wall decorations bounce from one side of the room to the other, that is after falling off the wall first. Then there were her neighbors in the dorm rooms. The neighbor to her left was a loud, obnoxious jock who's only desire was to score the most points for the football team, as well as score with as many girls as possible. The neighbor to her right was an extremely religious "Bible Beater". During the day she would endlessly preach the good book, but at night she would break every single sin man could break.
Yet the biggest distraction from Stacy's studies was her roommate. A tall,
cheerleader built blond by the name of Cammi Dawson was by far the number one reason
why Stacy was lacking in her studies. Cammi could have been described in many ways,
but the best alias she had was "Road Whore". For Cammi was notorious
throughout the dorm for committing multiple acts of sexual pleasures. Either getting
pinned by the Quarter Back in the locker rooms, to seducing freshmen virgin girls in the
showers. Yet no one could determine what gender she preferred to be with more.
Cammi was simply a sexual enigma.
However Stacy was not frustrated with Cammi by any means. In fact Stacy admired her.
Growing up in a small town sheltered Stacy from the ways of the world, and so she
yearned to feel Cammi's freedom, despite how perverse it was. During the weekends,
when Cammi was away playing with some guys prick or having a poor defenseless
freshmen lick her clit, Stacy would go exploring through Cammi's belongings.
At first it was simply playing dress up. Stacy enjoyed escaping her southern girl attire. Putting on many of Cammi's clothes was a mental relief. Watching herself in the mirror with such garments like Cammi's baggy jeans, her red fishnet shirt, and a pair of red canvas shoes. Obviously what many would call a punk look, Stacy thought it made her look tough. Stacy had many of Cammi's attributes: blond hair, cheerleader body but wore thin framed glasses, giving her a sense of intellectuality. Having been raised to wear pretty shirts, fitting pants or dresses, and dress shoes or sandals, this made Stacy appear to be innocent and easily deceived. And so wearing many of Cammi's outfits while she was gone gave Stacy a sense of gratification and pride.
One Friday evening Stacy discovered something new amongst Cammi's belongings. It wasn't a piece of clothing or anything to help her image. Oh no, it was something far more special. Reaching into the shoe box Stacy removed a long tie-died colored object. At one end the apparatus was a switch with what appeared to be speed frequencies. At the other end the object rounded out into a circular cone. Stacy knew exactly what was in her hands . . . Cammi's vibrator.
At different times during the week, Stacy would hear the sonic speed noise coming from the other side of the room, where Cammi's bed laid. And of course, squirming underneath the sheets was Cammi, reaching orgasm after orgasm with her little play toy. Stacy was stunned knowing she had her roommates vibrator in her possession. Curiosity was beginning to set in and without a second opinion Stacy turned the vibrator on. The buzzing nearly burned her hands and she dropped it on the floor. The vaginal toy shrieked all across the room until finally slamming up against the wall. Stacy seized the buzzing night time pleasurer and turned it off, stuffing it back into the shoe box from which it came. Immediately afterward, Stacy hid under her bed sheets, terrified by what had happened. Knowing what she had found was something that could alter being, and so she fell asleep trying not to think about it . . . yet with a slight dampness between her legs.
The following weekend, Cammi disappeared as always allowing Stacy to once again rummage through Cammi's wardrobe. Stacy was now in one of Cammi's favorite outfits . . . a black sleeveless shirt with decent fitting blue jeans and a pair of black leather clogs. The clothing looked great on her, but something was missing. Ah yes, the shoe box. It was no longer the need to explore her image, but now a chance to explore something she had neglected for many years, her sexual desires.
Stacy searched the room for the shoe box, hoping to re-discover the main source of Cammi's pleasure. Upon finding the box, the bolt lock at her door popped, sounding the instant alarm that somebody was about to enter her dorm room. Stacy panicked and dropped the box on the floor. In a single bound, Stacy leapt off the floor out of Cammi's clogs and dived into her bed, hiding under the covers . . . pretending to be sound asleep.
Cammi Dawson entered the room. Looking directly at her roommate, Cammi was deceived into thinking Stacy was asleep. But only for a moment. Cammi stumbled over an object. Looking down in the floor was her black leather clogs. Slightly puzzled, Cammi thought for sure she left those in her closet. Then a more disturbing sight caught her eye. Just a foot or two away from the clogs was Cammi's shoe box, directly beside Stacy's bed. And the final piece of the puzzle was solved . . . the lights in the room were on yet her roommate was "out cold". A slight grin grew upon Cammi's face as she thought "Play Time"!!!
Cammi kicked off her shoes and tip-toed over to Stacy's bed. Following that she sat down at the foot of the bed, whispering toward her roommate "Stacy, are you awake???" No answer. With that Cammi reached down and un-tucked the sheets from the bed. Again she called to her "Stacy, are you awake???" Still no answer. With that Cammi stuck her hands under the bed covers searching. Then she found what she was looking for, Stacy's socked feet. Ever since Stacy moved in, Cammi wanted to play with her sleeping body, and now was the perfect opportunity.
Cammi started to massage one of Stacy's feet. Lightly at first not wanting to wake her beautiful roommate. Then the pressure increased, wanting the guarantee of her roommates coma. Stacy never once experiencing a foot massage from a girl before, let alone anyone was becoming nervous. The strokes of Cammi's thumb on the soles of her socked feet almost wanted to make her cry out in laughter, but when the pressure was applied she simply wanted to melt into Cammi's talented hands.
Cammi however was confused. The girls she had done this to before would be squirming by now, but not Stacy. This added to the confusion as to whether or not her roommate truly was asleep. "Take it a step further" she told herself. Cammi got up and slowly lifted the bed sheets up and folded them up toward Stacy's knees. There before her in plain view were Stacy's feet, hidden within ankle high socks. Yet Cammi couldn't help but giggle at the fact that Stacy was wearing a pair of jeans that belonged to her. "She's such a Barbie doll" she thought. Cammi pushed the pant legs up a bit, just enough to give her a gripping point on Stacy's socks. Once they were in her grasp, she gently tugged them downward until finally she pulled the socks past the heels. From here it was a walk in the park. Just grab at the toes and lift . . . and with that the socks were off exposing Stacy's bare feet.
"Oh how cute, she's got sock lint between her toes" Cammi thought to herself. With a light scratch, the lint came out tickling Stacy's feet causing them to twitch. A couple more light scratching was enough to make Stacy groan. She had went from being pleasured to almost being tortured. And so Cammi decided it was time to "wake" her roommate. Cammi leaned down and wrapped her lips around one of Stacy's toes. She begin to lick and suck on it like it was the clitoris of a girl she sexually manipulated a few nights ago. At the same time Cammi continued to the massage Stacy's feet. Stacy now panicking didn't know what to do. She was becoming extremely horny and didn't want her roommate to find out. And so Stacy finally "woke up".
"What are you doing?" Stacy questioned.
"The truth is what are you doing?" replied Cammi.
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean. Look, I come into the room and you're asleep. The lights are still on, my shoes are in the floor and most of all . . . my shoe box is out in the open. So I'll ask again, what were you doing?"
Stacy was now forced to be truthful. She found it better to be honest than to keep on building a lie. She came clean. Stacy explained to Cammi everything she could. About her life at home, dressing up in Cammi's clothes, and discovering the shoe box. Cammi almost felt honored, having a girl wanting to be her "Apprentice" was something she had never experienced before. And so, with the cute southern girl coming clean to her, Cammi finally came clean to her.
Cammi had never been the "Road Whore" she was summed up to be. As it turned out, during her freshmen year she dated a guy on the football team. One night, the two got to fooling around but never did anything serious. She refused to have sex with him and for making that decision, the boy spread the rumor of how much of a slut she was. From there, her reputation snowballed. With all the attention she was getting, she no longer cared about her image. On the nights she was gone, she was usually with some friends. Many of the girls she had "seduced" were old high school buddies or some people who wished to gain a legacy of their own. As for the guys, just some punks who thought they'd get lucky. In the end, it came down to a simple fact: if she truly was the slut she was made out to be, she wouldn't have needed the contents inside the shoe box what so ever.
Their secrets were out and by now the only thing left for them to do was to become friends. Or so they thought. All the while they talked, Cammi would turn her vibrator on and off. Almost as if she were trying to tease or seduce Stacy into a heating moment. Finally Cammi spoke up, almost directly quoting a line from American Pie: "So are we gonna' screw soon cause I'm getting a little horny???"
Stacy looked as if she had been struck by lightning. Or that she nearly flushed her groin of her sexual tension. Feeling nervous she finally said yes. No longer was she the simple minded little country girl. Oh no, she was now well on her way to achieving true gratification . . . a powerful orgasm, regardless if it was brought on by a girl.
"Lets remove these first." said Cammi stripping Stacy down into nothing but her pink thong panties. Stacy was reluctant to do the same, but she managed to remove Cammi's top. But before she could get her hands Cammi's pants she felt her breasts being fondled with. Stacy's head fell backward feeling the incredible sensation of someone manipulating her tits. It was new and exciting, as well as exciting. The juices in her groin were reaching a boiling point.
Cammi then laid Stacy down on her back, holding her vibrator between Stacy's legs. When the shrieking of the pleasure stick began, Stacy protested fearing what sensations would occur. Cammi's lips locked with Stacy's, calming her down. The buzzing noise was now being drowned out as Cammi's hands were massaging Stacy's breast and thong covered crotch. She no longer cared how it would feel to have the throbbing toy in her pussy, just as long as something made her reach climax.
And it was so as Cammi simply tugged at the pink panties, and with a snap they came off revealing Stacy's womanhood. Now reality had set back in, Stacy was naked while Cammi was preparing to stuff the vibrator deep within her pleasurable cavity. "Wait," Stacy pleaded "I'm not sure if I'm ready for this yet."
"Here, just hold my hands," Cammi replied trying to comfort her "and we'll guide it in . . . together."
Stacy agreed and with four hands holding the tie-died toy, they gently pushed it up into Stacy. Her lips contracted immediately as the vibrating head touched her, causing her love canal to leak. "Oh God, Oh God, Oh . . . GOD!!!!!!" Stacy cried.
"Are you alright, do you want me to . . . "
"NO!!!, don't stop." exclaimed Stacy, "Just . . . oh please, do me a fav . . . favor!!!!"
"Sure," replied Cammi "What do you want me to do?"
"What you were . . . oh God . . . what you were doing earlier." Stacy was gasping for air as she pleaded. "Please, suck on my t . . . t . . . toe OH GOD!!!!" Stacy could barely finish as Cammi had already gotten a head start. Her tongue and lips swirling around Stacy's digits, bringing forth more pleasure Stacy had ever felt in her life. No longer was the vibrator buzzing in her loins. Stacy had pulled it out and had it grinding at full speed against her rock hard clitoris. She could feel the pressure building deep from within. Her clitoris was now spazzing out. All the blood in her body was flowing toward this enlarged organ, pushing it out from under the hood.
Stacy's hands trembled and her toes clinched tight, accidentally pinching Cammi's tongue. She was only one more vibrating touch away from Eden. Suddenly the toy disappeared from her hands, and the sensation at her feet had stopped. What had happened??? Stacy lifted her head and opened her eyes, only to see Cammi centimeters away from her clit. Her mouth was wide open and finally it sucked downward on top of her love button.
Stacy, screaming for dear life: "OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA . . ."
Complete silence, white lights everywhere, feathers all over her body, centering in on her pulsating pussy . . .
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She could feel her clit explode as her vaginal walls contracted at unimaginable speeds. Bringing forth an un-before seen female ejaculation with enough force to send Cammi to the floor . . . with a mouthful of course. Stacy's body laid wasted. Every nerve and ending felt numb after the orgasm. Her corpse sprawled out across the bed like a post apocalyptic gang bang. Was she dead or in a coma. It was neither. Stacy merely had felt the first orgasm of her life, and having cum for the first time had knocked her out cold.
Cammi got up and looked at her handy work. "Impressive" she thought. Never once had she ever done anything like that before, and sure enough it was gratifying. And now to play with herself. She slid down her pants and panties, shoving the shrieking buzz toy deep into her sex. But the bringer of pleasure was dead. Fuck was the only thing she could think of right now. Such bad timing for the battery to go dead. And so Cammi fingered herself into ecstasy. "If only my little Barbie doll hadn't passed out on me" was the last thought that went through Cammi's mind before she fell asleep.
The following morning Stacy woke up to an odd but familiar sensation. Something wet was pulling on her toes while something else was massaging her foot. "It could only be two things," Stacy thought to herself "Cammi's mouth on my toes and her hands on my feet." When she looked up to see if she was right she received a complete and total surprise. Cammi stood at the foot of the bed naked, with Stacy's toes pushing in and out of her pussy, while her hands massaged her feet. Stacy sat up and spoke softly "Give me your feet, I wanna' have some fun too" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .