Quentin remembered the first time he met Samantha. It was 2019 and Quentin needed a place to stay, Samantha had an opening for a roommate, and a deal was struck. Sam asked only for the rent and nothing more. He was putting himself through college and she understood that every dollar mattered.
Both were enrolled in school nearby and they began attending together. They became more than just roommates. Sam found it comforting to have someone around who would keep her company and help her out from time to time. Honestly, she felt better with a big, strong man in the house and Quentin fit the bill. They did everything together from shopping and cooking and laundry to working out or biking. They were inseparable.
Quentin could never really talk to girls before but talking to Sam just seemed to come naturally. Something about her made him open up. She loved to listen to him talk. She hung on his every word, staring at his blue eyes enraptured by the story of his day. They talked about school and friends; they even talked about one another's dates. They were polite and well-mannered and respected one another's privacy. They watched out for each other like brother and sister.
They were happy.
Lately, Sam sensed that Quentin had something to tell her. At times he looked at her as if to say something but didn't. She suspected he wanted to ask her on a "real date". He had joked about that at one time. Sam thought maybe he wasn't joking anymore. Honestly, she always thought of him as a close friend. Maybe it was time to move to the next level. They both had dates, but nobody steady. Why not hook up with each other? She started to formulate a plan and she would implement it tonight.
Although she kept the house neat as a pin, her room was a mess. Sam spent the next two hours doing a little laundry, cleaned up her room and put clean linen sheets on the bed. Sam looked at the fresh bed and smiled. If all went as planned, she would leave a big wet spot right in the middle of them in just a few hours. She sat back in her gaming chair, cross-legged, checking out her room. It was perfectly clean with a faint scent of lavender emanating from the sheets. She still had to take a shower and do her hair. But first she needed a little break.
Sam leaned back and closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, enjoying the fresh scent. Her hand slid down over her taut belly and under her waistband to her soft, furry pussy and felt it begin to respond, opening like a flower, dew forming on the petals. She stroked herself with her left hand, up to her clit and back down to her moist opening. Her fingers slid lazily up and down her slit and began rubbing her stiffening clit.
Her pussy was primed now; she continued stroking while her right hand pinched her hard nipples, sliding down, down, down to her wet hole. She slipped three fingers inside and tickled her G-spot inside. A few minutes later, Sam started to cum, her body wracked in orgasm, she continued stroking herself until she was too sensitive to touch.
She licked the juices from her soaked fingers and stretched like a cat after licking itself clean. She stood and tossed her panties in the hamper. It was time for a shower.
Samantha had a routine where showers were concerned. It was actually more like a ritual. She didn't like the idea of using chemicals or toxins to cleanse her body, so all of her soap and hair products were made from all-natural ingredients. She didn't use scented soaps because she didn't want to conceal her natural scent. She never wore make-up or perfume. She took pride in presenting a clean, fresh all-natural appearance.
Her ritual went like this: First, she tied her hair up in a messy bun, turned on the shower full blast and jumped right in. She loved jumping into a cold shower. The hard spray of cold water invigorated her and left her feeling refreshed. She did five minutes of deep breathing exercises before she turned on the hot water.
She thought about shaving, taking it all off, but decided against it. She wanted Quentin to see her au naturel the first time, so she trimmed her little blonde muff short and neat.
She scrubbed herself from head to toe. Sam made sure she was clean from top to bottom, inside and out. Now it was time to do her hair. She always washed her hair twice. The first time she used shampoo and scrubbed it good. The second time she used a conditioner which worked wonders when it came to brushing her hair out later. Her hair was long enough to reach mid-back, but not so long that it was a chore to wash. She rinsed off, shut off the water and wrapped her hair in a towel. She toweled off dry and sat on the bed.
Samantha stood in front of her full-length mirror brushing her long hair and admiring her fit, trim body. She didn't have huge boobs and big booty like some girls did, but she thought she looked pretty good just the same. A petite girl with a sexy figure, she had no trouble getting dates. She thought about her dates and the sex they had.
She loved sex and was a willing and enthusiastic partner. She loved kissing the guys and letting them touch her and kiss her and suck her boobs. Her boobs looked big on her and the guys loved them. She could cum just from having them sucked. She rarely let the guys get into her pants, but she often brought them off with a hand job or a BJ. She loved making a guy cum all over her hand and lick it off right in front him. None of them resisted when she gave them hot, wet cum kisses afterwards.
Sam loved the taste of cum, and the feeling of a guy's hot, hard cock shooting off in her mouth would often make her cum right along with him. Sometimes she would encounter a guy with an especially nice cock and would reward him with a hot fuck. She loved taking charge and riding his cock so she could control the action.
Many guys came quickly but could keep right on fucking, coming inside her several times before she finally let loose a flood of cum all over their lap! She was highly sexed, always on a hair-trigger. She was very sensitive and typically experienced female ejaculation during her orgasms.
She enjoyed sex and was comfortable with her bi sexuality. Sometimes she would pursue a particular guy or girl and when she set her sights on someone, she always got her them. She had her sights set on Quentin now and she was going to get him too.
Sam was trying to decide what to wear. She usually just wore panties and a t-shirt with sweats around the house. Tonight, she was going to grab Quentin's attention with an outfit he had never seen before. Sam had a thing for silk, denim and leather and she had outfits of all three. She decided to go with an outfit that she knew would do the trick.
She finished brushing her hair and went to get her phone off the charger. He would be home soon. She texted him and told him to come straight home, because she was ordering in Thai, and he didn't have to stop and pick up dinner. He texted back saying he would be home in an hour. Sam could barely contain her excitement. She looked through her denim collection and settled on a denim miniskirt and a denim crop top. She added a black leather choker and nothing else. Sam was going commando and Quentin was going to love it.
Quentin was a bright student. He was a fast learner and it showed in his perfect GPA. Learning came easy to him and he looked forward to the challenges of college. He earned extra money tutoring students after school. He was a patient tutor, able to explain even the most difficult concepts so they were easy to understand. He was well liked and popular, and even managed to squeeze in some time for dates. He had always enjoyed school and had fond memories of his friends and teachers back home.
His parents were hard-working, blue-collar folks. They were by no means poor, but they were certainly not rich either. They always taught him to save his money, so when he held odd jobs or worked during the summer, he would set money aside for savings. Between him and his parents, they saved enough to send him to college. They would take care of tuition, and he would pay for living expenses. He figured he had enough saved to last the first two years, and he could work after hours to earn his way through the next two. He would live alone off-campus. He was actually pleased about this because he was afraid the distractions of living in a dorm or frat house would interfere with his studies. He knew off campus living would be expensive so he was hoping to share a place with a roommate to help pay the bills. He never dreamed his living arrangements would work out so well.
