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-I can't believe it has been over a week since I have written. So much has  happened, and I have been a bit overwhelmed getting used to college life. It's kinda fun being away from home. I have no one to tell me what to do or where to go.
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-The first few days were a whirlwind. On Sunday, I arrived with my dad. We got to town a little after noon, so we decided to grab lunch at this little cafe just off campus. The girl behind the counter had half her head shaved, her hair was died bright purple, but one of the prettiest faces I have ever seen. Her right arm was covered in tatoos, she had a little stud in her left nostril and her ears had like a thousand piercings. I must have been staring because when we got to the counter she said, "what would you like, other than a picture of me?" I could feel the blush creeping up my neck as I glanced away quickly. I managed to mumble out my order, staring at the counter. After eating lunch, dad and I got my dorm assignment and he helped me carry my stuff up the three flights of stairs. Man, my ass is going to be so tone by the end of the semester! After helping me to get settled dad said he had to hit the road soon or he wouldn't get home in time. He gave me a hug and kissed my forehead that way he does that makes me feel safe and happy. On his way out he handed me a small paper bag saying, "Enjoy your semester, sport." Then he walked out. I opened the bag and inside it there were a box of condoms, a prescription from his office for birth control, a gift card for Adam & Eve.com and a card. I opened the card and it said, "Have fun and be safe. Love, Mom and Dad." I knew I shouldn't have told them about having sex with my boyfriend after prom...
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 I can't believe it, today starts my life as a college student. I am so excited I get to be on my own now. No one can tell me what to do.
-After hiding the "present" from my parents. I sat down on my bed, reviewed my my schedule and put my books up on the shelf above my desk, since my roommate had yet arrived yet I chose the one closest to the window which overlooked the quad. Just as I was wrapping up I heard the door open and in walked six feet of legs ass and tits with flowing blonde hair. She introduced herself as Stacy and threw her back pack on the bed across the room from mine. I tried my hardest not to stare, but she was so beautiful. I don't think she caught me looking her over as she walked around the room looking at everything. Everything on her was perfect. She wasn't wearing much, just flip flops tiny shorts and a tank top, so I got an eyeful when ever I glanced her way. The tight denim of her shorts clung to her full, round ass and ended just below the curve of her cheeks,revealing all of her long smooth legs. Her large firm breasts were barely contained by her bra and olive green tank top. With her lustrous blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, her face was totally unobscured, She has a cute little nose, full red lips and the jaws and cheeks of Venus. Every time we spoke  I got to look into her her green almond shaped eyes. Stacy asked me if I would help her bring her stuff up from her car. I figured it would be best to help her out since we would be living together for the next few months, so we walked out to the parking lot together. On our way out to the car she asked if I had a boyfriend and I told her that we broke up over summer since he was going to school out of state. She said that she had a few guys back home, and even a girl. That gave me goosebumps. My roommate was bi? I have been curious befor and there was that time I made out with Christy on a dare in sophomore year in highschool. But, now I would be living with this smoking smoking hot bi chick?
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 Yesterday I arrived with my dad. We got to town a little after noon, so we decided to grab lunch at this little cafe just off campus. The girl behind the counter had half her head shaved, the rest of her hair was died bright purple, but but she had one of the prettiest faces I have ever seen. Her right arm was covered in tatoos, she had a little stud in her left nostril and her ears had like, a thousand piercings. I must have been staring because when we got to the counter she said with a smile, "what would you like, other than my picture?" I could feel the blush creeping up my neck as I glanced away quickly. I managed to mumble out my order, staring at the counter.
-When we arrived at her little Honda Civic, I noticed it not so much packed as it was just stuffed randomly. Stacy opened the passenger door and pulled out a set of plastic drawers that seemed stuffed with random objects handed them to me and asked me carry them up stairs. As I turned around she said, "Oh, here this too," and slipped something into my back pocket. I carried the chest to the building and up the three flights of stairs. As i arrived on the landing outside out hall I heard her enter the stairwell behind me. I continued down the hall to our room and set the drawers down an the foot of her bed. I was a little winded from the trip, so I decided to sit on my bed and wait for Stacy. As I sat down I remembered that there was something in my pocket. I stood up, reached back, put my hand in my back pocket and pulled out a vibrator! The thing was about as long as my hand from the tip of my finger to the heel, a bit bigger around than a highlighter, slightly curved at the tip and hard but covered in a soft jelly like skin. I had never held a sex toy before. I gasped in surprise and almost dropped it as Stacy walked in the room. "Oh, I see you met Bob," Stace said as she dropped a heavy box of books and a back pack on her bed. She crossed the room to me and turned the knob at the base of the toy and the vibrator buzzed to life in my hands. It felt so strong. I knew I was blushing, as I felt the heat creep up my neck and spread to my cheeks and ears. I felt a heat grow between my legs as well. Could she tell that the redness growing on my face was being replicated in my panties? Stacy giggled, took the vibrator from my hand and turning it off, tossed it into the drawer of the nightstand next her bed. "Let's get some more stuff from my car," she chimed, "I promise, no more surprises like that. We made a few more trips carrying arm loads of loose clothes and plastic tubs.
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 After eating lunch, dad and I got my dorm assignment and he helped me carry my stuff up the three flights of stairs.[sigh] Man, my ass is going to be so tone by the end of the semester! After helping me to get settled dad said he had to hit the road soon or he wouldn't get home in time. He gave me a hug and kissed my forehead that way he does that makes me feel safe and happy. On his way out he handed me a small paper bag saying, [mock dad voice]"Enjoy your semester, sport." Then he walked out.
-That evening Stacy and I split a pizza and made small talk. I told her about my ex-boyfriend, Steve, and she told me about her boyfriends, with an s. She told me all about her older boyfriend, he was twenty-one, and how they never had had sex but that he liked to watch her masturbate. That is where she got Bob. Stacy seemed totally unabashed talking about everything from her period to the time she gave a guy a blow job in her highschool library. Funny thing is I have had sex more times than she has since Steve and I were having sex regularly since prom. Stacy liked to date around, and said she loved to suck dick, but only had sex if she really liked a guy and that had only happened a handful of times. I was so intrigued by her and put off my guard, I was telling her things I had never told anyone else before. I told her about the first time I saw a penis (that wasnt my father's or brother's) in summer camp, when I was twelve and the boy I had a crush on and I pulled down our shorts in front of each other. She countered with a story about the time she flashed her pussy at a truck driver. We talked more and when I mentioned making out with Christy, she told me about her friend in drama club. They would rehearse together at each other's houses and masturbate in front of each other during breaks or afterward. This made me blush again. The idea of watching Stacy play with her pussy excited me and I could feel the warmth tingle in between my thighs. I tried to change the subject and asked her about her schedule. It turned out that we had American Lit together on Tuesday and Thursday mornings. We kept making small talk as we snacked on the last few slices of pizza. When we looked at the clock we realized it was after midnight and decided to go to bed since we both had class in the morning.
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 I opened the bag and inside it there were a box of condoms, a prescription from his office for birth control, a gift card for Adam & Eve.com and a card. I opened the card and it said, "Have fun and be safe. Love, Mom and Dad." [Pause for eye roll or soft scoff] I knew I shouldn't have told them about having sex with my boyfriend after prom...
-Monday morning I was late to Chemistry since I got lost and walked to the wrong side of campus. My Early European History class at 1:30 was canceled because the professor was sick. There was just an assignment to read the first four chapters on the white board and a stack of syllabi on the desk at the front of the lecture hall. Since my dorm was on the other side of campus and my next class was was in the same building, I sat at a desk and read about the prehistory of Europe. At Four I went upstairs to to my Latin class. Class ended at 4:45. I went to the student cafeteria and had a surprisingly good chicken Caesar salad. I returned to my room and reviewed my chem notes and called Steve to see how he was doing. Stacy didn't get in until almost ten, when I was getting ready to take a shower. When I got back she was already asleep.
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 After hiding the "present" from my parents. I sat down on my bed, reviewed my my schedule and put my books up on the shelf above my desk. Since my roommate had yet arrived yet I chose the one closest to the window which overlooked the quad.
-The next morning after we woke up, Stacy offered me a bowl of her Apple Jacks for breakfast. We ate sitting on her bed and talked about the day before. As we walked to our class together she looped her arm in mine. Her body felt soft pressed up against mine. American lit was boring. The professor just read the syllabus aloud, reviewed his grading policy and droned on about the importance of active reading, so Stacy and I passed notes back and forth, mostly making jokes about people in class. She nicknamed the professor Grumbledore because he was so old and cleared his throat alot. Class let out a little late after 11:30. Since I didn't have anything to do until Latin at four, I decided to explore the area around campus. I started at the cafe dad and I had lunch at. I was hoping to see the girl with purple hair again, but there was just this really skiny guy with dreads behind the counter. I ordered a bagel with cream cheese and cucumber and an Italian Soda. I sat down to eat my bagel at a table by the window and watched the people on the street. After finishing my lunch I asked around a bit. The area around campus was populated with hip little shops, restaurants, bars and a few more cafes. I kept exploring until it was time to go to Latin. After class one of the boys who sat in the back of the room asked me if I wanted to catch a bite with him at the cafeteria. I had nothing better to do so I said yes. He said his name was Bryan. We ate and talked about Latin and stuff. As it turned out we had both taken a year in highschool so we had a toe up. He was a good conversationalist, never let the conversation drop and had some funny jokes too. His brown eyes sparkled any time he smiled and his mouth was just a little cockeyed in the cutest way. He had broad shoulders that filled out his button down shirt. I could see he was fit but not bulky. We sat and talked until about six thirty, when he said he had to go. He asked for my number "in case we need to talk about class" with a sly smile that made him look a bit devilish. I gave him my number and returned to the dorms. When I got there Stacy's clothes were in a heap on the floor. I figured she had gone to take a shower. I sat down at my desk and did my Latin assignment. As I was finishing up the last sentence, Stacy walked in and just dropped her towel. Strangely enough I was not surprised by this all. She walked around naked for a bit as she brushed her hair and chatted with me about our days. She threw on an over sized tee shirt and a pair of boyshorts and asked me about Bryan. We talked until 9:30 when I sold her I wanted to get some sleep since I had Chem lab at 9 am.
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-Wednesday and Thursday were pretty uneventful untill after Latin class when I got a text from Stacy saying she had dinner taken care of and to meet her at our room. When I arrived she was standing in a strapless bra and panties trying to decide between two dresses. She told me to put on something nice and that she had gotten us dates for the evening. She chose a flowing LBD and helped me settle on a knee length pencil skirt and a sleeves blouse with a wide lapel. We looked so hot. As we helped each other with our makeup, she commented on my red hair and said next time I should borrow her curling iron. We took her car across town to this fancy Italian restaurant where we met these two guys that looked like they were In a frat. They were. The guys were well dressed and good looking, I guess, but there conversation was flat and their attempts at flirtation transport. Diner was fantastic and they paid for everything. On the way home Stacy admired shebjust took the date for a free meal and she new she could get them to take us to a nice place.
+Just as I was wrapping up I heard the door open and in walked six feet of legs, ass and tits with flowing blonde hair. She introduced herself as Stacy and threw her back pack on the bed across the room from mine. I tried my hardest not to stare, but she was so beautiful. I don't think she caught me looking her over as she walked around the room looking at everything.
 
-Friday morning I slept in since my Woman's studies class didn't start until noon. When I showed up I was surprised to see the purple haired girl sitting behind the desk at the front of the class room. I took a seat and watched the other students trickle in, mostly girls and a few nerdy looking guys, just like I suspected. Promptly at noon the purple haired girl stood up and introduced herself as Kaitlin, the TA. She said Professor Carson would be here next week and handed out the syllabus and went over the course. After the formalities she gave us an assignment to write an essay about a prominent female figure from American History then dismissed us. Since the class only met once a week it was supposed to be three hours, but it let out at one. So again I had time to kill before Latin. This time I just went to he cafe and nursed a latté. In Latin class Bryan kept shooting me glanced, but he dashed off as soon as class was over. I had dinner by myselfand went to my room. Steve called and said he missed me. I told him that he was just home sick, but it was nice to hear sweet things from him. I told him I was tired and said goodbye. I took a shower and crawled into bed. I couldn't fall asleep, but I just laid there in the dark. After a while Stacy came in. She must have thought I was asleep. I don't know why but I decided to just lay there with my eyes close. I need her hum a bit as she put her things up and got undressed. Then it got quiet. I thought she must have gotten to bed because I had heard the springs squeek. These through the silence I hereby her sigh and then moan softly. That is when I heard the soft sloshing begin. She was playing with herself just across the room. I laid on my side still as could be and listened to her moan softly as she pleasured herself. The sounds were so hot I could feel the heat rise up in my loins as the scent of her sex wafted to me. Her manipulations became more audible as she grew wetter. I could hear the wet sounds become faster as her moans got louder and more pleading. I risked opening my eyes and was rewarded by a almost full view of her actions. She had one leg hanging off the bed the other foot dangling off the foot and her head was thrust back almost against the wall. I watches as she groped her own tits and and furiously rubbed her slit. I watched as she slid two fingers deep into her wet hole and brought her free had to her clit to rub it. Within seconds she was arching her back and letting out a quiet, raged moan. I clamped my eyes shut and laid absolulty still. I heard get up from the bed and grab her shower stuff and leave the room. As soon she left the room I knew I had to masturbate. I rolled over on my back, threw the blankets off me and shoved both my hands into my panties. My pussy was so wet and never felt hotter. I quickly slid two fingers inside myself and my other hand found my already tense clit. I didn't even need to get lube out of my pussy, I was so wet. Before I knew it I was whimpering audibly into the darkness. My hole felt so hungry, I added a third finger and fingered myself with wanton abandon. I came with a shudder and pulled my hands out of my panties. My fingers were absolutely dripping. I hungrily licked them clean, basking in the afterglow of my orgasm. It felt so deliciously filthy. I pulled the blankets up, rolled back on my side, sighed and quickly skipped into a contented sleep.
+She wasn't wearing much, just flip flops tiny shorts and a tank top, so I got an eyeful when ever I glanced her way. The tight denim of her shorts clung to her full, round ass and ended just below the curve of her cheeks,revealing all of her long smooth legs. Her large firm breasts were barely contained by her bra and olive green tank top. With her lustrous blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, her face was totally unobscured, She has a cute little nose, full red lips and the jaws and cheeks of Venus. Every time we spoke  I got to look into her her green almond shaped eyes.
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-That was my week. I can't wait for Stacy to wake up. We are going to get breakfast today.
+Stacy asked me if I would help her bring her stuff up from her car. I figured it would be best to help her out since we would be living together for the next few months. So,we walked out to the parking lot together.
 
  On our way out to the car she asked if I had a boyfriend and I told her that we broke up over summer since he was going to school out of state. She said that she had a few guys back home, and even a girl. That gave me goosebumps. My roommate was bi? I have been curious befor and there was that time I made out with Christy on a dare in sophomore year in highschool. But, now I would be living with this smoking smoking hot bi chick?
 
 When we arrived at her little Honda Civic, I noticed it not so much packed as it was just stuffed randomly.[sound a little judgemental] Stacy opened the passenger door and pulled out a set of plastic drawers that seemed stuffed with anything and everything, handed them to me and asked me carry them up stairs. As I turned around she said, "Oh, here this too," and slipped something into my back pocket.
 
  I carried the chest to the building and up the three flights of stairs. As I arrived on the landing outside our hall I heard her enter the stairwell behind me. I continued down the hall to our room and set the drawers down at the foot of her bed.
 
 I was a little winded from the trip, so I decided to sit on my bed and wait for Stacy. As I sat down I remembered that there was something in my pocket. I stood up, reached back, put my hand in my pocket and pulled out a vibrator! Ohmygod.
 
 The thing was about as long as my hand from the tip of my finger to the heel, a bit bigger around than a highlighter, slightly curved at the tip and hard but covered in a soft jelly-like skin. I had never touched a sex toy before. I gasped in surprise and almost dropped it as Stacy walked in the room.
 
 "Oh, I see you met Bob," Stace said as she dropped a heavy box of books on the floor and another back pack on her bed. She crossed the room to me and turned the knob at the base of the toy and the vibrator buzzed to life in my hands. It felt so strong.
 
 I knew I was blushing, as I felt the heat creep up my neck and spread to my cheeks and ears. I felt a heat grow between my legs as well. Could she tell that the redness growing on my face was being replicated in my panties? Stacy giggled, took the vibrator from my hand and turning it off, tossed it into the drawer of the nightstand next her bed. "Let's get some more stuff from my car," she chimed, "I promise, no more surprises like that." We made a few more trips carrying arm loads of loose clothes and plastic tubs.
 
 That evening Stacy and I split a pizza and made small talk. I told her about my ex-boyfriend, Steve, and she told me about her boyfriends, with an s.[somewhere between judgemental and impressed]
 
  She told me all about her older boyfriend, he was twenty-one, and how they never had had sex but that he liked to watch her masturbate. That is how she got Bob.
 
  Stacy seemed totally unabashed talking about everything from her period to the time she gave a guy a blow job in her highschool library.
 
 Funny thing is, I have had sex more than she has, as Steve and I were having sex regularly since prom. Stacy said she liked to date around, and said she loved to suck dick, but only had sex if she really liked a guy and that had only happened a handful of times.
 I was so intrigued by her and put off my guard, I was telling her things I had never told anyone else before. I told her about the first time I saw a penis (that wasnt my father's or brother's) in summer camp, when I was twelve and the boy I had a crush on and I pulled down our shorts in front of each other. She countered with a story about the time she flashed her pussy at a truck driver.
 We talked more and when I mentioned making out with Christy, she told me about her friend in drama club. They would rehearse together at each other's houses and masturbate in front of each other during breaks or afterward. The thought of watching someone as pretty as stage play with herself excited me and made me blush again.
 
  I tried to change the subject and asked her about her schedule. It turned out that we had American Lit together on Tuesday and Thursday mornings. We kept making small talk as we snacked on the last few slices of pizza. When we looked at the clock we realized it was after midnight and decided to go to bed since we both had class in the morning.
 
 Now it's off to my first class! [Excited squeel]