(Authors Note. First things first this is my first story so go easy on me. Second this is hopefully the first part of a short series. I didn't want to write a rushed story instead I prefer one with atmosphere and some depth and a lot of build-up but likewise I didn't want a huge story so instead decided to split it into parts. Not much happens in this first part except some background and setting so if you are looking for something quick you can skip to a later chapter or look for something else but I promise things will get a lot more "interesting" in future instalments. Thanks)
Hello, my name is Emily and right now I'm lying in my bed, one hand tenderly caressing my breasts under my t shirt, the other playfully tugging at the waistband of my jeans trying to gain access to the dripping wet folds concealed within my panties, all the while I'm thinking of the boy who is probably laying less than a meter away from me albeit separated by our dorm room walls.
Woah maybe I should back up a bit, bring you up to speed? As I said my name is Emily, Emily Watkins and my story begins a couple of months back when I started my freshman year at college.
First a little bit about me. I'm not exactly the most outgoing girl but I wouldn't say I'm particularly shy either, I mean I used to be but I'd be lying if I said my confidence didn't receive a boost in the last year or so when I found out that, well, I suppose you could say I'm pretty hot. I always thought of myself as just average looking but in my last year of high school several events occurred that suggested otherwise. I won't bore you with the details as most of it was pretty insignificant just the odd comment from a girl saying that they wished they looked like me, the stares I noticed I attracted from my male classmates (and some of the girls too) and of course that fateful night at my friend Kate's 18th Birthday party when Mr Mega Jock Uber Tool captain of the football team tells me that if he wasn't dating Miss Super Bitch Head Cheerleader he'd "so totally do me"
I mean I suppose it came down to self-confidence because looking at me I suppose there is nothing to be ashamed about. My shoulder length light brown hair frames my fair skinned face ("with cheekbones that should be on the cover of Vogue" as my friend Kate would often say). My mother always said she loved my deep green eyes (which I confess are kinda cute). I've always been athletic and this has given me a great body, I particularly like my toned, flat stomach but I always receive quite a few stares thanks to my tight little butt. I'm pretty tall for a girl and have the long lustrous legs that come with it and to top it all off I have a pair of perky C cup breasts. Yet despite all this, despite what friends tell me I just don't see myself as anything particularly special. I mean there are definitely women prettier than me out there I've certainly always prided my brains over my body but I'm pretty sure you don't care about my grade point average...
Anywho back to the story, I was moving into my dorm (a mixed gender dorm that thankfully gave each student their own room, a pokey little room mind you but at least I had four walls and a lockable door to gain some privacy should I wish) and since it was the first day moving into the dorm everyone seemed excited and anxious to meet people. There were nine other rooms on my floor and when I arrived I found a small group of students waiting to greet me. Seven of the ten students on my floor had already moved in and they were waiting in our little communal area to greet their new neighbours (I would later find out this was the plan of Hannah, the girl in the room next to mine who I would quickly become great friends with) While playing meet and greet with my new neighbours another girl arrived and was dragged into the excitable mass of hugs, names and introductions granting me a moment of respite.
So we were just waiting for one other student who I deduced would probably be another guy since there were six of us girls and only three boys and I assumed the faculty would maintain some degree of balance in a mixed gender dorm.
You might be getting the impression so far that I'm not a particularly sexual person. Well that's not entirely true, I mean I'm no nymphomaniac but I'd had a couple of boyfriends who I'd slept with in high school and I'm open enough to admit I regularly masturbate. Why am I telling you this now? Well it would figure that as soon as my own thoughts turned a little bit sexual things became A LOT more sexual in the real world. After the meet and greet session there was a brief lull in the conversation and I took the time to examine my male dorm mates to see if it was worth "getting to know them better" Now I hate to sound shallow but one of the guys Frank did nothing for me, the guy was clearly an absolute sweetheart and we would become great friends over the coming months but I just didn't see him that way. Kyle was kinda cute but his mannerisms ad persona told me immediately that he was probably gay (feminine intuition would later prove correct) so that left me with Adrian. He was also a handsome fella and I could definitely see myself being interested if he turned out to be a nice guy...
Before my thoughts could become any more lurid though Hannah broke me from my reverie and suggested that I go get settled in and perhaps starts unpacking since the group had pounced upon me the moment I walked through the door, luggage still in hand. It wasn't long after I entered my room and begin to unpack that I heard Hannah's over excited squeals from the hallway, a tell-tale sign our final dorm mate had arrived. I felt I had to be a part of this ritual so I left my room and approached my fellow students.
It was here that I first laid eyes on Tom...
Now I know what you're thinking, love at first sight? Or perhaps something much more sexual and animalistic like I saw him he was absolutely gorgeous and I instantly drenched my panties and right there I pounced upon him and became infatuated with him ever since? Well not quite, this is real life after all and things don't quite work that way.
I admit I was very attracted to Tom the first time I saw him and while no drenching occurred I did get a slight tingling down below upon laying eyes on him. He had perfect chiselled looks (Kates line about cheekbones and Vogue immediately came to mind) piercing icy blue eyes and dark brown hair styled perfectly to accentuate his good looks. Truth be told I didn't have much to go on regarding his body type because he was wearing a thick winter coat (it was an unseasonably cold day outside) All I knew was that he was a really tall guy, 6,4 or 6,5 which I liked what with being a tall girl myself. From the information that I had to go on he was probably the most attractive guy on the floor but I was still impressed with Adrian and was eager to get to know both.
