4 comments/ 33753 views/ 5 favorites Living with Lauren Ch. 01 By: jfizz I was wary of the living conditions I was about to put myself in. The girl who was to be my roommate was only a friend of a friend and she had a sketchy reputation. The thing was, her sexuality was up for debate, and at a school like ours, a small, Christian one, this was quite scandalous. My situation unfolded thusly: I came to this school because they offered me an excellent scholarship. Furthermore, living on campus was quite expensive and my financial aid did not cover it. Indeed, room fees were how the college drew most of its revenue, and I was forced to find room and board off campus, seeing as how it was considerably cheaper. I saw an ad for a fellow student seeking a roommate for her two bedroom/one bath apartment. That was how I met Lauren, whose refusal of the college's boys, and rumors of escapades with other women from other schools, formed the notion in our heads that she was a lesbian. I pride myself on not being the judgmental type, as the instances surrounding Lauren and members of the same sex were only hearsay, and wariness was my only feeling as I was thrown into this living situation due to economic reasons. See, I really had no inkling of who lesbians were, or what that title even entailed, as I grew up in a small town in the Bible Belt of America and my parents heavily sheltered my sister and me. We didn't have television, if that gives you any clue. We had a single TV, on which we would watch movies together (Ten Commandments, of course),but it wasn't connected to a cable box, or anything. Truth be told, I didn't get on the internet until I was in college, and this made doing my schoolwork difficult - I was both in lacking research skills and easily distracted by Youtube. Until I met Lauren I couldn't connect the term "lesbian" and the act of sex with other women. She made that connection clear enough for me. I had just finished moving my stuff in - "Judy," she said to me, "I'm a lesbo. That means I like other women. Sexually. I'm gonna dump a lot on you right now. I admit that I asked around, and heard about your background, and figured you wouldn't have any preconceived notions about gays, and that's why I wanted you as my roommate. Sorry." "Uh...that's ok..." I said, but was kind of freaked out. Maybe this wasn't a good idea after all. "My girlfriend isn't here that often, and I promise we won't be too loud and we'll keep everything in my bedroom. No PDA, ok?" "That's cool, I guess." I actually wasn't sure if it was cool or not. I kind of had no opinion on the matter. But maybe I felt that just because I had only seen intimate interactions between men and women I wouldn't necessarily be disgusted by witnessing those some interactions between two women. Or two men, for that matter. I think I was intrigued, actually. Maybe I even wanted to see two women interact in that way, since I had never seen it before. Only then could I form an opinion. Things went smoothly. School wasn't that hard, I went to some parties (the ones on campus were drug and alcohol free), and I was making some friends. Lauren and I were becoming steadfast buddies, and we quickly bonded over the fact that we wore the same size and style of clothing; we traded jeans and shirts often. One time Lauren even borrowed one of my bras (34C). We were pretty much the same person, both physically and personality wise. We both loved to go running, we were both tall and skinny. Lauren had short, black hair, though, and mine was long and auburn. She wore glasses (they had those trendy, plastic frames) and I had contacts. We would often talk about the role Jesus Christ played on our lives, which was a pretty big role. We were both fairly laid back, and would often just hang out and watch documentaries together. She was just a normal girl. Who happened to be attracted to other girls. Lauren's girlfriend, Alice, was pretty cool, too. She was basically the complete opposite of Lauren, which is to say the opposite of me as well. Alice was short and quirky, very energetic and had tan skin (Lauren and I were quite pale), I think she's Greek. She was quite the snazzy dresser, always wearing revealing skirts and blouses that showed off her generous cleavage. Lauren and I preferred jeans and t-shirts. And then something happened. I guess Alice had stayed over one night, and she is apparently an early morning person like me. I rolled out of bed, took off my panties and shirt, put my robe on and walked to the bathroom to take a shower. I reached to open the door, and before I could grab the knob, it turned and the door swung open on its own. And there stood Alice. Naked. But I was also not really clothed, either; I hadn't cinched my robe completely shut because I figured no one would be up. Alice's head was level with my breasts, and I guess those were the first thing she saw when she groggily opened the bathroom door at 5:30 in the morning. And I can tell you she quickly became ungroggy; she scanned up and down my body (which was frozen, I was unable to cover myself) her eyes lingering on my unshaven but trimmed, reddish pubic hair. to be continued Living with Lauren Ch. 02 My first feeling was one of embarrassment, but it was quickly followed by another, very peculiar reaction to Alice seeing me naked: I liked it. I had never been naked in front of anyone before, unless you count my gyno or when I was really young, so having someone see me like this was thrilling, especially since Alice seemed to really approve of my body. Alice check me up and down, then a huge grin spread over her face. I was finally able to unfreeze and cinch my robe together. "S-sorry, didn't know you were here..." I said. "Oh, don't you worry about it, Judy." Alice said. "Hey, you have a great body." She winked as she said "great" and I realized that she had never made a move to cover herself. I guess that is in line with Alice's personality, though; outgoing and not shy at all, not even about her naked body, which did happen to be quite attractive. Alice squeezed past me through the door...she was so close...I felt her large breasts brush my side (or I thought I felt them, or maybe I wanted them to brush me) as she turned perpendicular to me and walked through the door. I was so scared, I was shaking and staring intently at the floor. I knew my face had to be as red as a tomato because I could feel how hot and flushed I was. Wait. Did I just think about Alice's body as...attractive? I quickly shut the door and all I could do was sit on the tiled floor as I tried to figure out what was happening to me. Alice clearly liked looking at me. And I liked that she was looking at me. But did I like looking at her? Did I like looking at her breasts, which were so much larger than my own? Her tan skin? I didn't see her crotch...did I want to? Does she trim it like I do, still leaving a decent amount of hair? Her hair was darker than mine, her pubic hair must be darker, too. I stood, but shakily. I walked over to the vanity and stared at myself in the mirror as if I were attempting to peer into my soul. I knew I liked that Alice checked me out. And I knew I wanted her to do it again. As I showered, I imagined that Alice checking me out again. And she was naked again. And this time she was touching herself. Touching herself as she thought about me. Rubbing her clit and massaging her breast as she looked my naked body up and down. Adrenaline flowed through my veins and I became incredibly turned on as I realized that I held the power to turn someone else on, to turn someone on by doing absolutely nothing but appearing naked before them. I even imagined that when Alice had sex with Lauren, Alice would think about me, or think about Lauren being me and therefore thinking about having sex with me. Lauren and I didn't look that dissimilar, after all. Maybe Alice fantasized about making love simultaneously to two beautiful women, who could have been twins, except one had red hair and the other black. Jesus, I was turned on. I could smell my scent overpowering that of the soaps that I was lathering myself with. I placed my back against the wall of the shower, and frantically rubbed my vagina. My right index finger tickled my clit as my left fingers plunged into my vagina. I came, and while I came I imagined Alice watching. *** I started getting risque and less modest about my body. I would normally walk around the apartment fully clothed, or when I wore my robe I would have panties and a bra on underneath. But now, I would walk around in solely or my robe, or maybe panties and a tight t-shirt, just to get a rise out of Alice and Lauren. I relished the times that Alice and Lauren would be cuddling on the sofa, watching a movie or something, and I would walk past and "accidentally" let the front of my robe fall open. And that one time when Alice and Lauren were sitting at the table in our kitchen area and I bent over while looking through the fridge. I could feel their eyes on my backside as my panties stretched out and clearly framed my mound between my legs. Each time I was so aroused I had to rush back to my room and relieve myself. When time I even heard Alice tell Lauren, "Damn, your roommate's got one fine body. It reminds me of yours." And then I got the most risque idea I had ever thought up. This one even required planning.