Another guy

Roommate

While my mother and I were walking up the stairs, I started to wonder who my roommate would be and how she would feel about me. I was hopeful that she would like me, but also nervous because I did not know who this girl would be. Would she be tall, small, have blonde hair, brown or red? Would we even like living together?

I could feel myself spiraling. I stopped in the middle of the stairwell. While turning to my mother, I said:

“What if she does not like me?”

My mother put her hands on my face and looked me straight in the eye and said:

“I am going to be honest with you, you won’t know if your roommate will like you or not. Because that is up to them, but you just have to be the confident girl I know you are, and make them like you. I just know that you will love it here! I have this good feeling about this place.”

Her words brought tears to my eyes, and this made her well up. We took a deep breath and hugged. We both knew it was time to say goodbye for now. I knew she hated these kinds of emotional events. She started to sob, but we hugged tightly and told each other that we loved one another. Then she turned around and made her way back to where we came from.

I walked over to my dorm room door and unlocked it. When I stepped inside, I dropped my duffel bag on the floor with a loud thud. I gasped when I saw how big the inside was. The room was big, there was a long hall with several doors. The first one I opened was the bathroom with a tub. This was amazing, because I had always wished for a bathtub, but, alas, we could never afford one. The next door was a living room, with a television, sofa and a bookshelf with many books on. The third door was a bedroom with a queen-sized bed and a window covering the whole wall. Outside the window was a beautiful courtyard with flowers and some students sitting on the grass. It looked like a painting.

After this beautiful view, I did not think it could get better, but then I walked into the kitchen. It was covered in marble, with a beautiful kitchen island to cook on and a fridge that was bigger than my childhood bedroom.

I kept on having this feeling that I was not supposed to be here, that this was all a mistake or perhaps a dream.

As I turned around I noticed a door that I had missed. I turned the doorknob and on the other side of the door stood a beautiful man doing pull-ups.

My jaw dropped to the floor. His muscular body was something that I had never seen before. I wanted to lick every surface of this god-like figure. I could see myself digging my nails into his perfect buttocks while he was deep inside me.

I could feel my breath getting heavier and my panties wetter, my cheeks were blushing, when he turned around and said with a murmur:

“Do you like what you see?”

My breath caught in my throat and I stuttered:

“I-I-I….Wow.”

He laughed. This simple act was magnificent, he threw his head back and out came this light laughter, like he did not have a care in the world.

He stood up and made his way over to me, while I was in a trance.

He put out his hand and said:

“My name is Trevor Kimble. Nice to meet you, roomie! You must be Cynthie Rose Robertson!”