9 comments/ 8373 views/ 7 favorites PB&J Ch. 01 By: Sweet_Creams Jeannine was excited. It wasn't her first day of school, or her first day of college; it was her first day at medical school. She paused outside of the university's dorm rooms, carrying a heavy box that contained her brand new books, already highlighted and tabbed for her first semester. She took a deep breath, and smiled over at her parents, who were pushing a cart together, hauling the rest of her belongings. Her mother, nearly a perfect reflection of Jeannine, with sharp features, fine blonde hair, blue eyes, and a smile that captured a room, smiled back at her. Her father, with more stern features, whom Jeannine had received her drive and ambition, just stared in front of him at the dorms. His brows were crinkled in worry, but when he looked at his daughter, his eyes were swelled with pride. A pride he would never verbally convey to Jeannine, but she knew was there. With another deep breath, she took her next step forward. Once inside the dorms, a quick flush of panic washed over her. There was an uncontrolled frenzy of students mixed with parents trying to find their rooms. She took one final deep breath into her lungs and moved forward. Her mother's hand rested gently on her back for guidance through the crowds. Jeannine pushed her way quietly, and confidently to the elevators, that were only allowed to be used by non-handicapped students on the first day. Once inside, the doors closed shortly after, cutting off the noise from the hall. She shifted nervously knowing the conversation that was about to begin. "Are you absolutely sure you don't want private lodgings this year," came the gruff voice of her father. "Yes, Dad, I'm sure," she responded, her shoulders slumping slightly, weary of the debate. "Don't hunch, Dear," her mother said, putting her hands on her daughter's shoulders, and pulled them back. Jeannine squared her shoulders, and shrugged off her mother's hands. "Yes, I'm sure. When I'm a doctor, you can't control the patients I will have, so I need all of the exposure to different types of people as I can get," she said coolly for what could be the one-hundredth time. "Didn't you get enough exposure through private school and college," her father pushed. Jeannine sighed, and just in time, the elevator doors rang and opened, "Saved by the bell," she muttered as she took a step out. At the end of the hall, the trio stopped outside of her room. "I can take it from here," she said, reaching for control of the cart her parents were pushing, remembering what happened her first day of college. Resisting slightly, her father begrudgingly released the handle of the cart that he apparently had a death grip on, judging by the whiteness of his knuckles and the finger marks on the bar. Her parents gave her a hug goodbye. As Jeannine opened the door, deep moans of unmistakable pleasure escaped into the hall. Before Jeannine could respond, her father pushed the door open the rest of the way to see what made his daughter freeze in position. Jeannine felt the heat flow into her cheeks. The couple in her room were fully exposed on top of a beanbag chair in the middle of the room. The first image visible was a tightly chiseled, muscled ass that slowly pulled out and the muscles hardened as they thrusted back into the moaning body that was sprawled on the bag. Another chorus of moans lingered into the hallway, this time longer and more sensual than before, as the couple apparently came together in a synchronized climax. Suddenly aware of the pressure change, the man looked over his shoulder, shock filled his expression, and he quickly reached for something to cover himself. Not before Jeannine had a chance to glance at the thick member that was glistening from the woman's juices. The woman sprawled on the bean bag, was panting heavily. Her large breasts, larger than Jeannine's medium-sized breasts, heaved and sparkled with sweat. Composing herself, she lifted her head, her face painted with a brilliant smile, and saw that the room was no longer just her and her lover. She calmly reached for a blanket, and pulled it over herself. Her dark, raven-colored hair was a sexy mess, tangled over her shoulders. The woman looked intensely at Jeannine with brilliant green eyes. Jeannine abruptly shut the door. Her mother was trying desperately to see what was going on to figure out what the noises were that were flooding out into the hall. Jeannine flashed almost a panicked look at her father, who she was expecting to drag her to a costly apartment that he would expense before she could catch her breath to argue. Instead, her father cleared his throat, took the arm of his wife, and with a smug expression looked at his daughter, "Well, have fun." He started walking hurriedly towards the elevators with a coy smile, as he leaned over and whispered into his wife's ear what he had just witnessed. Her mother gasped and looked back at Jeannine with a concerned expression. The last thing she heard was her father's laugh as they boarded the elevator. He knew he didn't have to push the argument, because he was convinced she'd be asking for her own place within the week. Jeannine pushed open her room door, and without the shock of naked people, she was able to observe more closely that the room was destroyed. Clothes and used books were every where, a couple days worth of empty food containers laid on every surface. She broke her eyes away from the chaotic mess, and looked up at the couple that were just a few moments ago fornicating in the middle of the room. They both were now fully dressed, and were sitting on the bed to the right of the room; the girl innocently brushing her hair. The man stood and gave her a quick peck, stopped awkwardly in front of Jeannine as if wanting to introduce himself, then apparently decided against it, and shyly walked out of the room. The woman looked up at Jeannine with those radiant emerald eyes that contrasted the dark black hair, and smiled politely. Extending out her hand, she introduced herself casually, "Hi, I'm Bridgette. I guess you're my new roommate." Jeannine wasn't sure how to respond. Should she play it off like it never happened or confront what she had just walked in on? She was always polite, and didn't want to start off on the wrong foot with the person she was about to share a room her entire freshmen year of medical school with, so she extended her hand, "I'm Jeannine. It's nice to meet you," she said with a polite smile. The woman had a surprisingly firm handshake as she gripped Jeannine's hand. "it's nice to meet you too, Jeannie," the girl said releasing the handshake. "The gentleman you just saw was my boyfriend, Peyton." "Oh, well, he seems... nice," Jeannine said, feeling the blood rush to her cheeks again as images of his hind quarters flashed into her mind, "and it's Jeannine," she corrected, trying to regain control and direct attention away from her blushing face. She then pulled her cart as far into the room as she could before rolling over the mess. "Sorry about that," Bridgette said, as she stood and collected all of the dirty clothes from the floor and tossed the heap into a pile in the corner. Jeannine wasn't sure if she was apologizing for the mess or for the pornographic scene she had been exposed to. It didn't matter as she began pulling her belongings out and began organizing them neatly into their appropriate color-coded areas. She had used the diagram of the dorm rooms provided to organize and code all of her things to be arranged in the most efficient manner possible. Bridgette watched with interest as her obvious OCD roommate began writing her schedule on a white board with different colors, each apparently having its own special meaning. "You're a bit of a control freak, aren't you," she asked bluntly, more abrasive than Jeannine was use to. "I am not," she retorted, almost with a childish tone. "I just prefer...," she paused looking around the room, trying to find a way to put it tastefully without offending her roommate, "a more organized chaos." Bridgette shrugged, bounced onto her bed, flicking on a pair of headphones, and began jamming her head to whatever music she was listening to while reading Advanced Surgical Facial Rejuvenation. It stunned Jeannine to see that her roommate was aspiring to be a surgeon. How could a surgeon be so unorganized, she couldn't help but wonder. She shrugged and began playing a classical symphony composed by Chopan while she finished organizing, alphabetizing, chronologizing, prioritizing, and color-coding her side of the room. PB&J Ch. 01 Bridgette slid her palm gently to the side of Jeannine's face and brought her in for a kiss. Bridgette's mouth was warm and her tongue was soft. Jeannine pressed into the kiss, enthusiastically wrapping her tongue around Bridgette's as she pushed her fingers deeper into her. As they kissed, Bridgette rolled Jeannine onto her back and positioned her in the middle of the bed. Jeannine continued to work her fingers as Bridgette slid her fingers into Jeannine and began moving them inside of her. Jeannine moaned into the kiss as Bridgette began moving her hips over her. Their hands touching as they finger one another. Jeannine moved her hips with Bridgette, the warmth of their womanhood getting closer together pushing their fingers deeper into the other was a turn on for both girls as the both moaned into each other's mouths. Bridgette pulled away from the lip lock, and as Jeannine's fingers left slowly Bridgette's vagina, she pulled them up to taste them. She didn't taste them alone. Bridgette leaned forward to lick the opposite side of Jeannine's fingers; their tongues crossing paths on more than a few occasions as they tasted Bridgette's cream. She moved her mouth down to Jeannine's breast and took in her nipple. She sucked sensually at first and then harder while keeping her fingers moving inside of Jeannine. Jeannine moaned at the double play, and reached down, pinching Bridgette's nipples between her fingers. Bridgette moved the vibrator, still within Jeannine's grasp, turning it on, and slid the device between their pussies, focusing on both of their clits. Both of them writhed, moving with the motion of each other against the pleasure of the vibrations between them. Their soft walls rubbing together around the machine. As they both reached climax, their juices mixing together, sending them both into another wave of orgasms. When the waves finally end, they both reached for the others tender folds, feeling with their fingers the wet velvet, and then together tasted each others juices before sharing another kiss, mixing the flavors, and fell asleep, sharing the same bed. (Writer's Note: If you enjoyed Part 1, and would like to see more, please give it a five-star rating. Thank you.)