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.

The only real problem I had with Karen was that she was totally up-tight over nudity and just about anything sexual in nature. For instance, I’d been sleeping nude since I was twelve. It had nothing to do with sex, I simply enjoyed sleeping that way. Our first night together I didn’t even think about it as I stripped down and started to get into bed. Well, I thought Karen was going to have a stroke! She didn’t say anything but I could tell she was really upset and at first I didn’t even realize why. Seeing her staring at me I soon figured it out. We had to live together for the school year so I didn’t want to get off on the wrong foot with her. As a result, I’ve been wearing shorts and a t-shirt to bed. It seems a bit strange to go to college and have to be more conservative than you are at home!

So anyway, seeing Karen’s shock at what must have looked like her roomie was masturbating in the middle of the room (which WAS what was happening), I pretended I’d just undressed and was scratching an itch (which I guess you could say was true!) and quickly reached in my dresser drawer to get some clothes.

Rummaged through my things I found a pair of white cotton panties and a bra which I thought looked so schoolgirlish. Then I picked out some really tight jeans - the ones I call my “weight check jeans” because if I gain so much as a pound I can’t get them on. To finish it off I pulled out a tight belly tank top with spaghetti straps that didn’t cover my bra straps and exposed about three inches of my tummy. All in all I thought it was a great outfit to go tease a few college boys!

Karen was keeping a close eye on me the whole time. So far in school I’d always dressed fairly conservatively - it was the dress code so I didn’t have much of a choice, so putting on a semi-slutty outfit like this one was something new to her.

“Oh my goodness Kelly,” she said with her hand to her face, “Are you really going to go out in public wearing THAT?”

As much as I tried not to, I couldn’t help but giggle just a bit. I really didn’t want to annoy her but she sounded so incredibly innocent and naive at that moment.

“Don’t worry Karen, I’m a big girl and I can take care of myself.”

Karen didn’t seem to know what to say so she just gathered up her stuff and headed out to the lounge in a huff. When I’d finished dressing I headed out to meet with the girls, wearing a coat that hid my top so none of the RA’s would see what I was wearing. Tammy and Mary Beth were waiting impatiently for me in the lobby and we were off!