It was the start of my third year of college and I was now a junior! Finally I was not going to be in a dorm but instead an apartment. No more RAs breathing down my neck to keep the room clean and police what I do all the time. It was an on-campus apartment which meant the rules were still pretty strict - no boys at ANY time for instance, but I was used to that.
In the past I had to wonder about what my one roomie would be like. Well, this year I had FIVE. The apartment had three bedrooms so I would only be sleeping with one and sharing a bathroom with four more. The bedrooms were all larger than my previous dorms rooms so I wasn't expecting any issues.
Although I was curious about all five of them, one in particular was on my mind - Jen. I had gotten her bio and introductory e-mail once the room assignments were made and we'd chatted a few times so I knew a bit about her. You never knew what a person was really like until you actually met them and the introduction letters were so sterile it was impossible to know how they would be when you actually met. Take my previous roomies for example...
My freshman year roomie was Brenda. Brenda lives in a nearby town about ten miles or so away. Her parents thought it would be a good idea for her to spend her freshman year on campus to help acclimate to college life. It worked out well for her even though she still went home most weekends. Sometimes she would let me come along which made for a nice getaway from the dorm room.
When I first left home for college I had a steady boyfriend with whom I had thought I would maintain a long-stance relationship and see whenever I got back. He went to a local college and we had been dating for a few months and I was starting to think maybe he even loved me.
Brenda took me home with her one weekend shortly after school started and we had fun taking pictures of me for my boyfriend. The photo session got pretty hot and eventually led to my first lesbian experience (OK, technically I have been having sex with my mom and her younger sister since I was eighteen but that is completely different from doing with a girl not related to me).
I was about to send them off to my boyfriend when an e-mail arrived from him telling me he was seeing another girl and just wanted us to be friends. Naturally I wrote the bastard back telling him what he could do with that proposal AND he certainly didn't get the pictures I had made up for him. I felt more hurt than I had ever been in my life. How could I have been so blind not to realize that he was just like all the other teenage boy that dated me just for sex?
Brenda was fantastic, though, and she helped me through those times, helping me forget my ex-boyfriend in a number of ways which including us sleeping together. We continued that for the rest of the school year and to this day I still consider her one of my closest friends. Unfortunately her parents weren't about to pay for another year in the dorms which meant I had a new roomie my sophomore year - Karen.
Karen was a multitude of conflicts. She was one of the sweetest girls you could ask for - and one of the most naturally sexy ones as well. On the one hand she was a confirmed virgin who was so up-tight about sex she wouldn't even masturbate, but on the other she had a figure I would have killed for and loved to dress in sexy clothes and skimpy bikinis. She was wonderful to be around and loved by everyone but was quite demanding as a roomie.
Things had to be Karen's way, though, which meant me sleeping with something on instead of nude as I was accustomed. It was crazy in a way. People talk about their college years as the times they did wild things and here I was actually being less open about myself than I had ever been. Needless to say Karen never knew much about my sex life although I think she suspected I was not everything I portrayed myself as at school. She certainly never had a clue why I was so happy to spend a weekend at Brenda's! At the end of the year we parted as close friends but she transferred to a school closer to home so I never saw her again and we didn't stay in touch.
From what little I knew of my latest roomie, I expected Jen to be in between the two extremes I had experienced to date. She was smart and had skipped a year of grade school when she was younger so she would be a full year younger than me. She had also been a cheerleader in high school and I immediately had memories of the little bitches at my high school that made up the cheerleading squad. I certainly hoped she had put that behind her but she still seemed quite the perky one when we had talked on the phone.
From her pics she had sent me I could see that she was quite pretty and even if she had not told me she had been a cheerleader I would have guessed. She just had THAT look - little miss perky with the brilliant smile and glowing eyes that had every guy in school drooling over her. Hopefully that meant she wasn't the prude that Karen had been but I realized that being so lucky as I had been with Brenda would take a small miracle.
It was move-in day and for the first time I drove myself to school in my "new" car. I should say it was my first car as it was mom's old Avalon that she gave up to get her new BMW. It had over a hundred thousand miles on it but still ran well and was comfortable to drive. My gear was packed in the trunk and back seat so I pulled up on the curb outside the apartment. It was easy to find - right across the street practically from my old dorm.
I looked at the girls moving into the dorms and smiled to myself. I should have rightfully been out of there last year but there was room in the apartments for only about two-thirds of the sophomore class so a lottery was held and wouldn't you know it but I lost. Better late than never though and I started carrying my stuff in and in the process met my new roomies.
Jen hadn't arrived yet so I got to pick out which bed and closet I wanted. I had everything in and was chatting with my other roomies when Jen and her parents showed up. They had driven in from Wisconsin where they lived in some town by a lake so it had taken them longer to get here than I did. I greeted Jen and in the process did a quick assessment. She was actually shorter than even I was at barely 5'2" and couldn't have weighed more than 95 pounds. She was indeed the bouncy perky type but in a pleasant way. She had a great figure and a smile never seemed to leave her face.
Jen's parents were wonderful and I noticed that the first piece of personal stuff she put in the room was a picture of her boyfriend. Later after she had moved in and said goodbye to her parents we sat down and got to know one another. Over the course of the next few weeks we grew closer and told each other more personal things during which I learned more about Jen and her boyfriend.
First of all, Jen was at least no virgin. This was actually more than just a minor confession for any girl to make at our school where sex was outright forbidden and premarital sex considered all but a mortal sin. We were both relieved to find that the other was actively having sex at home although we were totally different in that regard.
