Chapter 1: Horny Roommates

Another Saturday morning - another morning for me to wake up feeling horny with nobody to help me, at least not in the way I really needed. It was now almost three weeks since I’d last been fucked and my pussy literally ached as I lay in bed wiping the sleep from my eyes. God I couldn’t believe how damn horny I was!

So how did I get this way? I guess before I go on a little explanation is in order. I was a twenty-one year-old college junior majoring in Elementary Education at a wonderful Christian university. Overall I loved school - the professors were great, I had lots of close friends, my roomies were the best, and I was getting a great education second to none in a loving, Christian environment. There WERE a couple of problems I have to deal with though.

First and foremost, school was over three hours away from home meaning I didn’t get back often and I missed my family terribly. An “only” child, I grew up extremely close to my parents and relatives and it was hard to be away from them for any extended period. My mom was my best friend in the whole world. As for my dad, let’s just say I was definitely “daddy’s girl”.

My biggest issue had to do with why I was in this predicament today - no sex. My school had an extremely strict set of “Lifestyle Guidelines” which explicitly forbade ANY sexual activity along with most other “fun” activities that I’d grown accustomed to. I gave up my virginity at fourteen and in the course of my high school “career” I had sex with dozens of guys and sucked even more. Shortly after turning sixteen my sexual activities included my parents as well and over time a few of my cousins and even an uncle. As a result, when I’m at home it’s a rare day that goes by without some form of sex, even if it’s just fondling or a quick blow job.

At school it was the complete opposite. So far, after almost three years I’d never had sex on campus - well, not with any guys at least as I did play around a bit with my roomies. For someone as addicted to sex as me, it should be easy to understand why there were a few times when my “needs” grew to where I was finally overwhelmed to where it actually affected my health and schoolwork as all I would do is masturbate constantly and dream of sex.

When a person reaches that state, they can sometimes succumb to their needs and do things they might not otherwise do. I wasn’t any exception. At those times I sought relief through a variety of means including a frat party and I even worked for an escort agency for a brief period.

Judging from events so far in my junior year, either I’ve matured or grown more accustomed to abstinence so far I hadn’t done anything really wild or stupid. If anything was to “blame” for the fix I was now in, it was the unexpected trip I’d taken back home just a few weeks ago to watch the Super Bowl with my family. The sex that weekend was incredible and so erotic that it was even more difficult than usual to go “cold turkey” when I returned to school.

Now I knew that I just had to do SOMETHING or I was going to go absolutely bonkers. Basically I just couldn’t go another day without getting fucked and at this point it didn’t really matter who did it to me. If it was warm and hard, did it really matter who it was attached to? There are those rare times when sometimes, just about any guy will do.

My hand instinctively went between my legs and I could feel the wetness of my pussy as it signaled its demand for a warm hard cock to fill it. I closed my eyes tightly as I clamped my thighs on my hand while my fingers toyed with my hardened clit. My legs stretched out as far as I could make them as my whole body tensed while I dreamed of how good it would feel right then to feel the head of a man’s cock pressing against my pussy instead of my hand.

My middle finger worked its way between my pussy lips, rubbing up and down as I imagined a guy rubbing his stiff cock against me to get the smooth head slippery and wet before he violated me. Then I pressed the tip of my finger against my pussy hole and slowly pushed it inside of me. When it got to the first knuckle I twirled it around slowly, imagining his hips moving in circles as he teased me with just the head of his cock inside of me. I groaned as I drew my legs up into a fetal position and then I shoved my finger deeper inside of me. My pussy felt so hot and wet, eager to embrace his invading dick.

Needing more, I pushed a second finger into me which made me moan again - quite loud this time. I glanced over at my roomie and saw she was awake as well. We didn’t have a terrible lot in common but one thing we shared was we both had a tendency to wake up horny! When it comes to sex some people are night people and some are day people. Jen and I were both definitely morning girls as we each loved to have sex when we first woke up.

Jen was on her back with both hands between her short but lithe legs. She had her feet on the bed with her knees up and spread wide apart so I knew without a shred of doubt who she was dreaming of - her boyfriend. I mean, he was ALL she ever talked about and it seemed she spent more hours on the phone with him at night than she did with her homework! Personally, I didn’t mind since it usually included some of the hottest phone sex you can imagine. I loved to lay in my bed and play with myself while I watched her getting off telling her boyfriend the myriad of ways that she wanted him to fuck her. She glanced over at me, smiled dreamily, and then closed her eyes again as she fantasized about him fucking her.

Jen was no prude but she was still pretty conservative. She had lost her virginity when she was sixteen but had only been fucked by one other guy before she met her current boyfriend. The first two were only one-timers and so her boyfriend was the only guy to have done her more than once. She was in love with him and sometimes I feared she had sex with him just to keep him but she certainly seemed to enjoy it so what was the harm?

At first she was shy about discussing sex which I understood since the peer pressure at school kept most girls here from even admitting they have had sex. Over time she opened up as she learned to trust me and I tried to broaden her horizons a bit. First I taught her that sleeping nude wasn’t something necessarily sexual but rather just more comfortable.

It took a while but eventually she opened up with me about how she enjoyed masturbating. I felt a bit sorry for her actually. The poor girl had been raised by a strict mother who thought masturbation was a sin so she had been forced to hide her “activities”. Of course it didn’t help that at our school, masturbation was certainly not an “acceptable behavior.” She said that I was the first person to ever discuss it with her in a non-judgmental way and she finally felt comfortable enough to do it while I was in the room.