Chapter 8: Angie Meets Her New Roomie

Stage school, at last! The place I really wanted to be. I dropped my bags on the floor and prepared to unpack what little I had carried with me. The majority of my stuff was coming later that week. There were lots of other girls, and a couple of boys milling about. All seemed older than me, not that I cared about that. I was where I belonged.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing in my room?”

I whirled around to see an obviously annoyed, dark-haired girl. Although she was clearly older than me she stood a couple of inches shorter. She was gorgeous. Pixie-like face and hair cut to match. Slender figure and small boobs. One hip thrust out as her foot tapped impatiently. Aggressive attitude and not a happy bunny.

“Come on I’m waiting!”

“What the fuck do you mean your room.” I shot back, she wasn’t going to come the big ‘I am’ to me. Anyway, attack is the best form of defence.

“This is my room and has been all year, and I don’t share.”

“Neither do I, and this is the room I was told was mine. And I am not sharing, not with the fees I’m paying.”

“Well I’ve been here all year, this is my room. Come on, we need to sort this out.”

“I agree.”

The dark-haired girl swung around and set off down the corridor.

I grabbed her arm, spinning her around. “Lock the door.”

“Why? There’s nothing in there to worry about.”

“There’s all of my bloody stuff.” I pushed her against the wall and got in her face. She was definitely getting off on the wrong foot with me.

“Okay, chill!” She backed down and locked the door and we set off for the admin office.

She didn’t knock, she banged once on the door, and not waiting for an answer barged right in, “What is going on, you know I have a room to myself, that’s part of my agreement and I am a senior now.”

I know I’m at a drama school now and expect everyone to have some sort of ego, but this one had one bigger than the whole of the West End together.

“Ah, I see you’ve met Angie-”

“Angela, or Miss Fletcher. I decide who can call me Angie and I am supposed to have a room to myself not share with some stroppy bitch.” I cut across the flustered woman. If egos were being shown then I was quite happy to show mine, and only my friends or family get to call me Angie.

“Now ladies let’s all calm down and let me explain.”

Pixie and I glared at each other and waited.

“Now ladies you are both correct, you are both supposed to have your own rooms, but there is a rather large problem.” A big sigh and rolling eyes from Miss Stroppy. “The renovations to floor three haven’t been completed in time. So Michelle, Angie ... Angela has to share with somebody and there are simply no other places; therefore until the end of term, I’m afraid there is just no option you two will have to share. And believe me, Michelle, you are the last person I would want her to share with, but it is the only option.”

“But she’s a bloody infant!”

“Oh look at you all big and grown-up, get real. Is there no option whatsoever?”

“No Angela, I’m afraid there’s not.”

I turned to the other girl, smiled sarcastically, stuck my hand and smiled “I’m Angela, nice to meet you, roomie.”

The look I got back was one of absolute hate, a real teenage strop look. We can both play that game I thought as I stared back at her. God this is a great start to my new school.

As we were turning to leave, the principal said “Michelle, I would consider it a favour if you would take the time to show Angela around, where to find things. What goes on.”

A loud exasperated sigh accompanied Michelle as she closed the door.

“I’m not going to bloody nursemaid you,” she snarled.

“Good, because I don’t need one. Now look, Michelle, I’m as unhappy about this as you are, but it looks like we’re stuck with it at least for the next term. So say we make a fresh start and at least try and be civil to one another.”

Michelle didn’t say anything as she opened the door to our room.

“I hope you’re open-minded and not easily shocked,” Michelle said as she closed the door behind us.

“I’m not easily shocked about anything, and what’s this about you being the last person to be my roomie?”

“Well, I’ve got a bit of a reputation for being a bit wild and a party animal.”

Now that seemed okay to me. “Great, I want to have lots of fun as well as work hard.” I did intend to work hard. I wasn’t going to blow my big chance. I knew how much Timmy was paying in fees, but heck I was going to have some fun as well. And by now we all know what my idea of fun consists of.

“I hope you’re OK about sex, I’m not stopping my sex life just because I’m stuck with you.”

“I’m very OK about sex, don’t worry about that.”

“Good but you have to get out of here in a bit, my current boyfriend is coming over and expects some fun. We don’t want you cramping our style.”

I turned to Michelle and took one step forcing her back against the wall by the sheer force of my presence. Suddenly she had lost the big I am attitude. I crowded her, then pressed myself against her. I leaned in and breathed in her ear. Nipping the lobe lightly between my teeth as I whispered, “I told you, I’m very OK about sex; of any kind.” I licked her neck and chin, running my tongue slowly along her flesh, so much more intimidating than kissing her. She shivered. God was she frightened or excited? Either way was okay with me.

“I said I was very OK about sex, so what’s the big deal about your boyfriend coming over to fuck you.”

Suddenly the confident Michelle was replaced by an unsure trembling one.

“Just so you know I’m not a virgin; anywhere.” I paused to let that statement sink in before repeating, “Anywhere. With anyone. If I can’t find a boy I am more than happy to play with a girl. Especially a little pixie of a girl.” The implication is clear. I kissed her then, once, hard and fiercely on the lips. Michelle didn’t respond at first. I got the impression that she always took the lead and that she hadn’t had that much experience with girls. If any at all.

I kept Michelle pinned where she was as I got my phone from my back pocket, quickly finding the video I wanted. “Look at that.” It was the video from my last encounter with Gary and Miss Dubois.

“Oh! My! God! Who are those two you’re with?”

“Well, the nerdy-looking boy is Gary. He was my boy toy and I do mean toy, for the whole of this school year. I taught him to eat pussy, very well. Now I know he looks a total nerd but he would do anything I wanted him to do at any time. I tormented him endlessly and he still came back for more. Like I say he was my boy toy. If he ever gets a girl he’ll send her to heaven with his tongue after what he’s learnt from me. In the end, I gave him a sympathy blowjob then a fuck.

“The woman is our French teaching assistant. I mean French as in the country, not the language. I caught her fucking a married teacher so blackmailed both of them into fucking me, not at the same time. Then as a final treat, I got her, Gary and me together in my last week at school. That’s a video of it. I hope Gray is still fucking her, he deserves it. So I’m not bothered about sex.”

“I can see that.”

“So when is your boyfriend due?”

“About an hour, why?”

A big wet sloppy kiss was the answer Michelle received, that and my hands pushing under her top and lifting her bra over her tits. I cupped the little swellings, brushing my fingers over the nipples. Nipples which hardened instantly.

“I’m ... I’m not into girls.”

“I told you I am. Relax, I’ll teach you. It’s fun. And it opens up lots more partners.”

“No! Noooo.” The noooo morphed into a long drawn out sigh as my lips locked onto a nipple, tongue rolling around the rose coloured peak. My hand had slipped down and pushed inside the leg of Michelle’s shorts. My finger worked its way inside the leg of her panties, pressing into her slit. Her shorts and panties were preventing me from doing what I wanted and cutting into my wrist.

As I continued to suck and tease her nipples I undid Michelle’s shorts and pushed them down, her panties following instantly. Now I had more room to play. I dropped to my knees and stared at the thin lips of her labia inches from my face. My hands had cupped the tight globes of Michelle’s arse and I could feel her legs trembling, “I’m always gentle with virgins,” I smiled up at her as I placed my lips gently on her pussy, brushing it softly before breaking contact.

Michelle moaned and trembled at the touch, “Do you want me to stop?”

Michelle didn’t know what to say. Her eyes bored into mine, pleading. My mouth pressed against her labia again, this time my tongue poked forward and slipped between the lips, licking slowly and confidently. Once, twice, three times slowly up and down. Michelle had started to moisten. I parted her lips slightly and drank in her juices. She tasted nice, sweet.