Domineering

At first I thought it must have been a dream. There was no way I had given my incredibly sexy roommate a massage that ended in sex. Sam hated my very existence; she had made that clear from the first moment she saw me. It was a good dream though. I wouldn't mind having dreams like that every night. I woke up slowly, thinking about how amazing a dream it had been. It was so clear, so vivid, unlike any dream I had ever had. I stretched my arms above my head, opened my eyes, and immediately realized I was on the wrong side of the room.

I rolled over and saw my bed across the room, empty. I sat up and saw that I was in Sam's bed, alone. It wasn't a dream. It all really happened. It still didn't feel real, but somehow it was. I got out of Sam's bed and went over to mine. My foot felt something rough on the floor, and I looked down to see a streak of my own dried cum. I remembered shooting my first load across the room while Sam jerked me off, and smiled to myself. It definitely wasn't a dream.

I got dressed, and then started getting my things ready for the day. I would be going to the rest of my classes today, and I wanted to do a better job than I had the day before. Yesterday, all I could think about was Sam. I hoped that since we had done it, I could focus on my classes, and then focus on her when I got back later. That thought did make me stop and wonder what it would be like between us now. It had all happened so fast. It was like one second she still hated me and looked down on me, and then the next she had eased off. And then later that same day she actually seemed into me, and then the day ended with me fucking her. I just hoped she wouldn't go back to the way she had been originally.

At that moment the door opened, and Sam walked in wearing just a towel, like she had yesterday. My eyes dropped down to her long sexy legs again, and I felt my dick wanting to respond. I had gotten to rub those long legs all up and down, and now it was hard to see them without wanting to do it again.

"Morning sleepy head," Sam said with a smile. "You sure sleep late."

"It's only nine," I said as I checked my phone. "I don't have class until ten."

"I never sleep past eight," she said as she sat down at what had become her little makeup table. "But that's ok. I'm sure you needed your rest after last night."

"Uh, yeah," I said, trying to get a read on her. Before last night I was still a virgin, and I didn't know how to treat a girl the morning after. "Last night..." I began, not even sure what I was going to say.

"Was fun," she finished for me. "I really needed that. My neck and back were so tight. You give a really good massage."

"Thanks," I said.

"And the happy ending was fun too," she added, and gave me a wink. "You definitely have a lot of potential. We just need to work on your stamina a bit."

"Uh..." I didn't know what to say to that. It felt like a compliment, mostly. She was right either way. I did need to work on my stamina. As amazing as having sex with her had been, I knew it could be a thousand times better if I didn't cum right away. I slowly realized that what she had said was basically an offer to do it again.

"Don't worry," she laughed as she saw me in her mirror. "We just need to give you more practice. I'm guessing you haven't done it with too many girls."

"Uh, no," I said slowly, not wanting to tell her that I hadn't been with any girls before her. "I haven't."

"And I'm sure none of them looked like me," she added with a proud smile, staring at herself in the mirror.

"No," I agreed. "Definitely not."

"I could tell," she laughed. "You seemed really eager. I mean, you were like, rock hard before I even touched it."

"Well, I was giving you a pretty sensual massage," I said, feeling a little insulted. Nothing she was saying was incorrect, it just felt a little harsh to hear. "And you do have an amazing body. I also spent most of the day thinking about you yesterday." As soon as I said that I wished I hadn't. Sam was too cool and too hot to want a guy like me fawning over her like that. I had to play it cool.

"I know," she sighed. "I've dealt with this sort of thing before. My last boyfriend couldn't stop thinking about me all day either. His grades went down two whole letters when we dated."

"Really?" I didn't want that to happen. Sam was incredibly sexy, but I couldn't risk my grades for her. I had worked too long and too hard to lose it all over a girl I probably wouldn't end up with long term. I would have to slow things down and make sure I didn't ruin my whole college plans just because I had sex one time with my new roommate.

"Yeah," she nodded. "But then I figured out how to let him focus on other things."

"Really? How?" I didn't know what she meant, but if there was some way she could let me focus on my studies during the day, and be with her at night, I would be in heaven.

"Come here," she said, and turned to look at me. She was giving me a sexy smile, and then wagged her finger at me to come over. "I'll show you." I quickly got up and walked over to her. She stayed seated at her mirror, and I stood beside her, looking down, wondering what she was going to do. Then, to my surprise, she reached out and began rubbing the front of my pants. My dick immediately responded to her touch. She moved her hand along my cock as it quickly got hard.

"You really are an eager boy, aren't you?" She said in a sexy playful tone. My cock had gotten fully hard and was pushing out against the fabric of my jeans. Sam began unbuttoning my pants with one hand, while continuing to do her makeup with the other. Once she had them unbuttoned, she pulled them down, and my cock sprang up. She stopped doing her makeup for a moment, and stared at my cock pointing at her face.

"Your cock is really big," she said with a big smile. "I think it's the biggest I've ever seen."

"Thanks," I smiled, feeling pride wash over me.

"You're welcome," she smiled, and then leaned over and gave the head of my cock a light kiss. She turned back to the mirror, and went back to doing her makeup, but started jerking me off with her left hand. I just stood there, amazed that she was so casual in giving me a handjob. She didn't even seem to be paying attention as she lazily stroked it. She was leaning forward towards the mirror and pushing her lips out as she applied lipstick to them. Her tits were barely contained by the towel wrapped tightly around her body. I decided to take the initiative, and pulled on the knot in her towel. It fell from her body, and I stared down at her tits hungrily.

"Hey!" She laughed, and playfully swatted at my cock. I flinched back as she hit it, but quickly moved back so she would keep jerking me off. She gave me an irritated, but also amused frown, and then resumed her makeup, now naked, as well as the handjob. I reached down and began fondling her tit as she stroked me.

"What are you doing?" She said, and swatted my hand away. "No touching."

"Why not?" I asked. She was already sitting there naked, and jerking me off. It seemed a little odd that she wouldn't let me touch her.

"Shut up," she said, and I shut up. "No talking, or touching." I stayed silent and still, and stood there as she went on doing her makeup and stroking my cock with one hand. The way she was stroking me felt lazy and a bit aggressive, but she was still naked, so I focused on how amazing her tits looked. She finished her lips, and then her eyelashes, and then stopped stroking me and looked up at me with a frown.

"What the hell?" She said angrily. "Why haven't you cum yet? You were so fast last night."

"Because last night I was giving you a massage," I said, still trying to get a read on this girl. "It's a lot easier when I get to touch you too."

"Fine," she sighed. "I think I know what you want." She set her things down and turned to face me. She was still seated, but she looked up at me, making a sexy face. She took her tits in her hands, and pushed them up and out for me. "Do you like getting to see my big tits?" She asked in a sexy tone, jiggling them about playfully.

"Yes," I nodded, my eyes going wide. I could feel my mouth watering as she played with her tits in front of me.

"Don't you want to cum for me?" She said sexily. She let go of her tits, and brought both hands to my cock. She started stroking me with both hands at once. "Your cock is so big and hard. Are you going to shoot another huge load for me? Huh? Do you have a nice big sexy load for my big titties?" She was looking up at me, making full eye contact. Now the way she was stroking me felt soft and sensual and amazing. That did it. I let out a low groan, and shot a big rope of cum right onto her tits.

"Ah!" She said as it hit her. She flinched back and let go of my cock. A second shot flew out and landed on her, and she put a hand in front of my cock. The next shot splashed against her hand, and the rest dribbled out onto the floor. "Oh my god. You got it all over me!" She said as she stared down at her tits.

"Sorry," I said sheepishly, standing there with a twitching cock.

"Whatever," she sighed. "It is really hot the way you shoot it like that." She began rubbing my cum right into her tits, and I wanted to reach down and help.

"Ok, well, you should be able to concentrate in class now," she said casually. "Maybe. You might still end up thinking about me all day. But we'll keep practicing. Oh, and I hope you know you'll be returning the favor later."

"Sure," I nodded eagerly. "I mean, definitely. I'd love to."

"I know you would," she smiled proudly. "Alright, you better get dressed babe. You're going to be late for class."

"Oh shit," I said as I saw the time. "Ok, uh, see you later babe." I pulled my pants up, grabbed my bag, and hurried out. I ran across the campus and made it to my communications class just before it started. I took my seat, got my notepad and pen out, and prepared to take in the class this time. The professor entered, began speaking, and within seconds I had already zoned out. My mind went right back to Sam. I still couldn't believe I was hooking up with someone as hot as her. She was in a league I never even dreamed of playing in. Our actual relationship felt a little less amazing though.

I still had my misgivings about the way she had done a total one-eighty in regard to me. When we first met, she had clearly despised and even looked down on me. But then again, it had been a strange set of circumstances. We both expected to have a normal first day, and meet our respective roommates. She definitely hadn't handled finding out about the mistake as well as I did, but she adjusted. I tried to think about how and why she had changed so abruptly. I went over it all in my head, and slowly began putting it together.

The first day, she had treated me like total shit all the way through the night. When she left for the party she still seemed to hate me. Then, when she returned with some random frat bro, she still seemed annoyed by my presence. She even yelled at me for ruining her chances with that guy. And then minutes later she started talking to me more normally than she had all day. I went over it carefully, thinking about every detail. All that happened in that time, was I snapped back and told her off a bit, and then she stared at me with my shirt off. I didn't know what else it could be.

That didn't exactly give me the comfort I would have liked. I would love to actually get to know Sam and be with her. But she really seemed to be off in her own world most of the time. And the fact that she warmed to me after seeing me shirtless, and then me talking down to her, wasn't exactly the greatest character trait I could think of. Although it did seem somewhat useful.

The final change was obvious. The next day she woke up before me, and almost definitely saw my hard on as I slept. And apparently that was enough for her. From that point on she talked to me like we were actually friends. And even though I had offered the massage, she had practically been begging for it. Even once the massage started, she had been the one to push it further. At first I just rubbed her back. She had been the one to take her clothes off. And she had been the one who told me to rub her ass. Even once I began kneading the crap out of her ass, she had taken the next step by rubbing my cock.

She had been the one to initiate each new level of intimacy so far. And then the way she treated me this morning, with the weird pity handjob, it kind of felt like she was trying to put me into a role she already had worked out. The way she said she's dealt with this before, and then implied that I would be just like her last boyfriend, I could tell she didn't want to be in a real intimate relationship with me. Which I didn't necessarily mind. I could be Sam's little lap dog for a while, as long as that meant I got to have sex with her. The handjob was certainly nice, but I wanted more. I decided I would have to take charge a little more. Tonight, I would try to steer things in the direction I wanted. The way she had clearly responded to me talking down to her made me think I could do it, if I had the guts.

The class ended, and I realized I hadn't heard a single word of what the professor had said. Although, I had spent the entire communications class pondering how to communicate with Sam, so maybe it wasn't a total waste. I went to my next class and managed to focus a little more. The rest of the day I definitely thought about Sam a lot, but I did what I was supposed to also. By the time my economics class ended at four, I was ready and eager to return to the dorm and see her.

As I walked into the building, I saw Jenna behind the welcome desk. She smiled at me and waved, and I smiled back. She really did have an amazing smile. It wasn't just how straight or white her teeth were either. It's hard to describe, but her smile just made me feel better. I walked over to the desk, just wanting to see that smile a moment longer before I went up to my room.

"Hey Casey," she said as I leaned onto her desk. "How's it going with you and Sam?"

"A lot better than it started," I said, and she looked pleasantly surprised.

"Really? That's great," she smiled. "I was a little worried she was going to rip your head off or something. She seemed kind of intense."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," I laughed. "But we're getting along a lot better now. Who knows? Maybe we won't even need to change rooms."

"Really?" Jenna said, looking even more surprised by that. "Should I tell them to stop looking?"

"Uh, maybe not yet," I said, not wanting to get ahead of myself. Things were going much better with Sam, but it was only our third day, and there had already been such abrupt turns that I knew it was better not to call off the search just yet. "We are getting along great," I told her. "But it's only been a few days. Hopefully we won't need a new room, but you never know, right?"

"That's probably smart," Jenna said with an amused smirk. Teeth or no teeth, Jenna's smile was simply radiant.

"I'll see you around Jenna," I said, and knocked twice on her desk as I walked away.

"See you Casey," she called after me as I left. "I'm glad you're settling in well."

I walked up to the third floor and down to our room, and entered to find Sam sitting at her table again, looking quite put together. I could tell she was preparing to go out again, and felt a little disappointed. I had hoped we could stay in and spend some nice alone time together.

"Good, you're here," she said as I walked in. "Get changed, we're going to the Delta Phi party."

"Uh, actually I thought maybe we could stay in tonight," I said. "You know? Just the two of us."

"Delta Phi is the most popular fraternity on campus," she said as if she hadn't even heard me. "And this is their first party of the year. We are not missing it." She went back to doing her makeup, and I stood there thinking about what to say. I still wanted to try my strategy of being more dominant, but now that I was in the room with her again, it was pretty damned intimidating.

"Why do you need to go to some frat party?" I said, trying my best to sound assertive. "Isn't that just for picking up guys? Wouldn't you rather skip all that crap and stay here with me. I bet I could make it worth your while."

"What, by fucking me for two minutes?" She laughed. I felt my soul leave my body. I was glad she was facing the other direction, because I knew the look on my face wouldn't be very dominant or masculine. "We're going to go to the party to meet people. You need to meet my friends. And we can make new ones too. And then when we get back we can fool around all you want."

"You want to introduce me to your friends?" I asked, feeling a little bit better. That at least felt like a step in a relationship. I wished I could offer the same to her, but I didn't have any friends yet. But that would never happen if I always refused to go anywhere. She was right, parties are where you meet people at college.

"Ok, fine," I sighed. I went to my duffle bag, which I still hadn't even unpacked, and pulled out one of my two collared shirts. I put it on, and looked at myself in the mirror, fixing the collar a bit.

"Ew. No," Sam said as she saw me. "I hope you aren't planning on wearing that."

"Why not?" I asked. I liked this shirt.

"It's ugly," she said. "Take it off. What else do you have?"

"Uh, I have another collared shirt," I said hopefully. "But it's the same kind, just black. Other than that, I just have t-shirts."

"Ugh, you need serious help," she huffed, rolling her eyes at me. "Luckily you have me. I'll fix you up in no time. For now though, I guess that will do." She grimaced at the shirt as I started to put it back on.

"Honestly, you should just go shirtless," Sam suggested. I laughed, but she didn't, and I could tell she wasn't joking.

"Are you serious? No way," I said. "I'm not going to a frat party shirtless."

"Fine," she said and turned away from me. "But don't say I didn't warn you. Maybe once we get there I can get you another shirt from someone else."

"How would you do that?" I asked incredulously.

"I have my ways," she said with a sly smile. "But for now I guess just wear that ugly thing." I put the shirt back on, feeling slightly dejected. Sam definitely had a way of putting me down that made me feel both good and bad at the same time.

"Ok, sit down," she said forcefully. I just sat down on her bed without questioning. "I can at least make your hair look good." She began fussing over my hair again, like she had before she made the video. Again, I found myself eye to eye with her awesome tits. I felt the same urge as last time, only now we had actually had sex. I reached out and grabbed her tits as she did my hair. She let out a startled noise, and then slapped me in the face, harder than I would have expected.

"What are you doing?" She said angrily.

"They were right in my face," I said, putting my hand on my cheek. "It's not like I haven't felt them before. I was all over them last night."

"I let you last night," she said, and went back to doing my hair. "And if you behave, maybe I'll let you again tonight. I swear, you really do need a lot of work Casey Beck."

"You didn't have to hit me," I frowned, still rubbing my cheek.

"Stop whining," she said, and then stepped back, admiring her work. "There. Much better." I looked over at the mirror and saw that my hair looked quite different than it normally did. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't how I would choose to look.

"Ok, let's go," she said, and pulled me by my arm. I didn't even have time to debate as she dragged me out of our room and down the hall. Jenna was still sitting behind the desk as we came down the stairs. She smiled and waved again, and I smiled and waved back.