The Mousetrap

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Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult, Consensual, Heterosexual, Fiction, MaleDom, FemaleDom, Humiliation, Sadistic, First, Oral Sex, Petting, Exhibitionism, Analingus, Foot Fetish, Leg Fetish, School, .

Desc: Erotic Sex Story: Sexy college girl teases and fucks two hunky boys while her poor cock-starved roommate tries to sleep.

I'd like to describe something that happened many years ago at the start of my college career. Something I did. People will probably end up hating me when they hear about it, but I want to tell the story anyway. It's rather erotic in my opinion. I still think that, even now I'm older and more mature and wouldn't carry on the way I did back in those days.

Here we go:


I was just turned 19 when I went to university and excited about it. It's something I've been looking forward to for ages. Ok, I've had to give the kiss off to my hometown boyfriend Mark, but that wasn't so tough. I'd been cheating on him like a slut anyway. I was sex mad at that age. LOL.

On the first day the freshers are paired for accommodation and I get roomed up with a girl called Petra. She's a bit older than me, but she seems alright, and we draw a nice bedsit with kitchenette and bathroom. There's two double beds, same size therefore no need for arguments, and the bathroom is actually ok, although it's nothing on the palatial one I'm used to at my parent's place. I'd probably rather not be sharing a bedroom, sure, but I'm happy enough. Could have been a lot worse.

The first few days are great, a whirlwind of activity, most of it social. I meet tons of people. Some of the male students around the place are pretty hot and I've already got my eye on a couple of them. I think they might have their eye on me too!

Petra I don't spend that much time with even though she's my roommate, but we have a few 'getting to know you' chats and I find out that she's actually 23. She's starting college later than most people, basically because she's had to work and save up the money to do it. Taken her nearly 5 years. Amazing. No way could I have done that. If daddy wasn't paying for this (plus a nice allowance on top) I just wouldn't be here. Still, takes all sorts.

Thursday of the second week is the first time I find myself bored and at a loose end. Me and Petra are both dossing around in the room doing not very much, I'm painting my nails and she's on her bed reading a book.

Like I say, I'm bored, and on a whim I invite Petra to get the bus off campus and hit the town with me. She takes a little persuading, Petra is not what you'd call a party animal, but I really press the point, kinda bully her almost, and she ends up saying ok and so we get ready and we go for it.


We find this bar that has a cool vibe and I say to Petra to go get the drinks while I grab us a table. I spot a good one over by the wall, a small circular table with two stools, and I settle myself on the far side so I'm facing the main bar area.

Petra waddles back from getting our drinks, large glass of chardonnay each, and joins me. The way I've arranged things means she has to sit opposite me, facing the wall.

"Jesus, I thought you'd gotten lost or something," I say, a reference to the amount of time it's taken her to get served.

Not as if the place is heaving. It's not even 8 o'clock yet.

"Sorry, Em," she says. "Couldn't seem to get anyone's attention."

"You need to try being a little louder, sweetie," I tell her.

Probably pointless me saying this. Petra is one of those kinda meek individuals you sometimes meet. She's clever and stuff, no doubt about that, but she's a bit short on self-confidence. Just the way she is. Perhaps it's because she's not pretty.

We chat for a while about nothing much, which is fine by me, I'm not in the mood for deep conversation, but before long Petra starts droning on again about her non-existent love life. Yawn. This is pretty tedious to listen to even if you haven't heard it before, as I have. Several times.

I'm not surprised my roommate has problems in this area. I said she wasn't pretty and that's being kind. Petra is short and seriously overweight and she has the sort of face that tends to be described in polite circles as 'plain'. But I keep that thought to myself, obviously, and I pretend to sympathize like usual when she harps on about this particular subject. Meanwhile I subtly check out the cute guy rating for the place we're in. LOL.

It's medium to high. There are quite a few.

"C'mon, fuck's sake, cheer up!" I tell her, eventually. I'm becoming a little irritated with Petra. I'm out for a good time tonight.

Petra says sorry but that it's just so depressing never getting anywhere with guys.

"Yeah, guess it must be," I sigh.

She's looking at me plaintively. "It's ok for you, Emily. You have to fight them off."

I smile and shake my head but what Petra has said happens to be true. Because let's screw any false modesty crap, I was at the front of the queue when the female attributes were being doled out. Think five six, pretty face, great hair, flawless complexion, fabulous figure, and you more or less have it. I'm hot.

And so, yes, I do get an awful lot of attention from the opposite sex. It's what tends to happen to girls like me.

When you're like Petra, on the other hand, I'm sure it's a different story. It must be pretty much impossible to attract a man. What about personality, I hear you say. Yeah, what about it. If you're a guy, sure, that can make a difference. But a girl who has zilch going on in the looks department, she's gonna struggle.

Cruel, yes, but it's how the world works. The pretty girls have all the fun. And to be 100% honest, being one myself, I'm glad it does work like that.

I mean, I get men falling for me left right and centre and I absolutely love it!

I gaze at Petra. She's made an effort tonight, with clothes and makeup and stuff, but somehow this only makes her basic lack of physical appeal kinda more obvious and sad. I've made less effort and look a million times more alluring. So unfair. LOL.

"You'll meet someone soon enough," I say to her, soothingly. The opposite of what I'm actually thinking.

"Will I?" she frowns.

"Yeah, sure you will," I drawl.

"Doubt it."

"Who knows, we might even get lucky tonight!"

Petra's narrow mouth twitches. She takes a swig of her wine and gingerly twists around so that she can check out the scene.

I scout around the bar too (much easier for me because I'm facing the action) and things are pretty much as I expect. Plenty of looks from men are bleeding in our direction and the appreciation is exclusively for moi. The only looks aimed at the back of dumpy frumpy little Petra are derisory and sort of curious. People are probably wondering how on earth a girl like her gets to hang out with me. LOL.

Ok newsflash, so I'm a bit of a bitch, and yeah I'm getting off on the idea of people here thinking like that. Especially the guys. I like how Petra is no competition.

Better than that, I'm smugly aware that socializing with her is making me look even more slim and pretty and desirable tonight. And the reverse, of course. Petra must be painfully conscious of the contrast between us. She must be feeling spectacularly unattractive and inferior sat in a bar like this with me. Yeah, she must be. The thought gives me a bitchy little kick.

I confess that this rather appealing scenario did cross my mind when I suggested that we go out together this evening. LOL.

Thing is, I could have gone out on my own and had fun, sure I could, but that can appear kinda slutty. Much better to have Petra tagging along as my unappealing little stooge. That's why I put all the effort earlier into persuading her.

I fix her with a penetrating smirky grin. Petra tries returning it but it's forced. She's seen the way the men in here are looking at me.

"Yes, I'm feeling optimistic about this place," I go on. "Tons of nice looking guys in here! Don't tell me you haven't noticed."

"Dunno," she mumbles.

LOL. Should I keep playing with the poor thing?

Mmm, I think I will. It's rather fun.

"Especially with you in that fabulous dress!" I say.

Petra gives a tight smile. She does have a nice dress on but we both know she doesn't look remotely sexy in it.

Me on the other hand: stressed denim mini, bare legs, little cotton top, no bra, open sandals, pedicure, you get the picture. Pricktease. LOL.

"And your hair's looking good too," I tell her, giggling inwardly at what a blatant lie that is. OMG I'm such a bitch.

Petra shrugs and falls silent. She suspects I'm making fun of her but she can't get all upset at me without coming across like a grumpy humourless cow.

I resist the urge to continue patronizing the poor girl. I'm thoroughly enjoying dishing out the sly mockery but I don't want to overdo it. She is my roommate.

Plus I don't want her running out on me. That would kinda defeat the object.

I survey the surroundings again, at my leisure this time, and assess how many men are giving me the eye. It's well into double digits. Yeah, I'm generating a heap of palpable male excitement in this place. So what's new. LOL.

I take a few moments to just luxuriate in the effect I'm having. Bask in the adoration. As usual I'm experiencing a satisfying surge of power being the object of such desire.

And as usual I want to use and abuse it.

So I decide to fool around a little.

I resume chatting in desultory fashion to stooge Petra but at the same time I start playing the temptress for the guys that are watching me.

I flick my eyes around the bar, make with the sultry pout, tossing of hair, licking of lips, suggestive stroking of my wine glass, all that sort of stuff.

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