Chapter 2: My Roomie Karen

The evening of the party I showered and stood stark naked in the middle of my dorm room trying to decide what to wear. It was an important decision because whatever I wore would tell a lot about me - not to mention my expectations and intentions.

The more I thought about the party the more I could feel the itch in my pussy getting started. Closing my eyes, my hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they started to wander over my boobs and then down to my crotch. God I wanted to be fucked! No ... it was more like I NEEDED to be fucked. Since I’d lost my virginity when I was fourteen, I’d never gone more than a week or two without sex so going six weeks was becoming unbearable.

Just then Karen, my straight-laced virgin roomie, came in the room unexpectedly and saw what I was doing. Her mouth dropped open as she stood there staring at me like I was some sort of alien.

“Kelly!” she exclaimed, “What in the world are you doing?”

Unlike my roomie from last year who I slept with and even had sex (with her AND her married brother), Karen was a total prude. She was always going on about “saving herself for marriage” and was the first girl I’d ever met who said she didn’t masturbate - and actually didn’t. (I know, lots of girls say they don’t but we know they really do.) Karen was a gorgeous blonde - homecoming queen, head cheerleader, blah blah blah so it seemed a shame to waste all that beautiful youth but it was her choice and I respected her for it, even if I didn’t understand her.