The chunky bracelets on her wrist jangled against each other as her hands pressed down on the bed, taking her full body weight and the force of my thrusts. The bracelets were alternately yellow and black and matched her bobbed hair which was black and decorated with yellow clips and bobbles. She wore knee length stripey black and yellow socks and her black lace knickers were pulled down, giving me access to her pussy. She felt tight and wet all along the shaft of my cock and I gripped the pale flesh of her small, pert bum as I shoved my penis, still impossibly getting harder, into her over and over again. Her breasts, still encased in her black lace bra, shook with the impact. This was not how I had imagined it.
Lying on my bed at home I had fantasised about my first day at University, stroking my penis as I had imagined discovering a busty, beautiful girl living down the corridor of my hall of residence. I had wrapped my hand around my cock as I imagined her swanning into my room and stripping off to seduce me, and I had come hard as I thought about rampantly fucking her, her screams causing our flatmates to knock on the door and enquire whether everything was alright. I had certainly not expected that I would actually have one of my new flatmates bent over my bed just over an hour after moving in. Of course had I been confronted on my arrival at University with a bevy of improbably sexy, large-breasted porn star types all desperate for my cock I would probably have been suspicious and shy and hidden in my room until it was all over. So, it was a good job that things hadn't turned out like that.
I had been placed on a mixed sex corridor with six rooms in it and my parents and I had heaved bags and boxes up a succession of staircases. It was only after I had moved all my stuff up to my room that I realised another of my new flatmates had already got here. As my parents and I inspected the kitchen we heard the door open again and a quiet, "hello." I turned around to find a girl dressed as what can only be described as, 'bee-like' - she wore a long, figure-hugging black and yellow striped jumper and a black skirt and knee-length black and yellow socks. She was cute but I tried to hold back on thinking like that as I returned her greeting and smiled what I hoped was warming rather than scary, as I walked towards her. Unsure of whether I should shake her hand or hug her or what I paused for a moment and was taken completely by surprise when she leaned forward and landed a light kiss on the cheek.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Becky," she said as I blushed furiously.
"Thomas," I said in reply.
"Most of my friends call me Bee."
"Oh. Um, most of mine call me Thomas."
"Well, I'm glad someone else has turned up anyway, I was getting lonely. I'll go carry on unpacking and let you explore the place."
"OK, see you later."
"See you later."
She turned and left the kitchen and for the next half an hour or so my parents and I explored the halls and the rest of the University before they left, leaving me with plenty of unpacking to do. I had heard no one else arriving and so when I heard a knock at my door I knew it was Becky.
"Come in," I shouted and she gingerly stepped into my room as though she was worried that I would be offended by her presence in my room. I certainly wasn't, I was nervously looking forward to getting to know my new flatmates and some company whilst I unpacked my things was very welcome.
"Hello Becky."
"You can call me Bee you know, I mean, if you want. Becky seems too formal."
"OK. Well, you can come in and sit down if you like B...ee," I stumbled and she smiled.
She came in, got onto my bed and sat with her legs straight out in front of her. Leaning back a little on her hands I took a split second to look at the way her breasts pressed against the tight jumper she was wearing. They certainly weren't huge but they were a nice size, a nice handful I guessed. I was sure she had seen me looking her boobs over and so I turned away and continued to pack my clothes away in the wardrobe. There ensued a silence, neither of us quite knowing what to say to a stranger.
"I suppose you're wondering why I'm dressed like a bee, aren't you?" she broke the silence.
"Well, I don't-"
"It's ok, you're probably thinking I'm a right weirdo."
"That may be what I'm thinking but really I'm just pleased that I have moved in with at least one interesting person. Anyway, everyone has strange habits, I have a few weird ones myself."
"Like dressing like a bee?"
"No, not like dressing like a bee."
"What then?" she was up on her knees now, looking expectantly up at me.
"I... I like," I felt unnerved by this question, vulnerable, and wasn't sure whether to tell her but something, the thrill of the new University life perhaps, something made me carry on: "I like to wear girl's knickers."
"Really?" she stared at me with her mouth wide open. "Can I see?"
This question took me off guard and for one insane split second my mind flipped back to my fantasies. This can be the only explanation for what I did next for within seconds I had pulled down my trousers and Bee was left staring open mouthed at my crotch encased in a tight pair of black lacy knickers, my penis slightly hard and clearly visible through the straining fabric. She continued to stare open mouthed, colour flushing to her cheeks. I knew then that something was wrong.
"I.. I meant, um, I didn't mean the ones that you were wearing."
