Tiffany stopped by the bed, turning to look at Elizabeth with that same sweet smile in
that strong, attractively featured face of hers. “So how do you feel so far, Elizabeth?”
she asked, looking at her.
“A little nervous,” the younger girl admitted ruefully, looking at the place. She could
not help but wonder where her own bed was. “So, um, what do I do now?”
Tiffany grinned more broadly as she looked at Elizabeth. “Now? Now you go shower. We
need to clean up before bed, right?”
“Oh, yes,” Elizabeth managed, blushing softly, “of course.” She turned to head into the
bathroom, closing the door with one hand. Then she stepped backwards with a soft gasp as
Tiffany pushed the door back open.
“No need to hide away, Liz,” Tiffany grinned at her, starting to loosen her tie with one
hand. “We’re roommates. You’ll have to get used to us seeing each other bare assed
naked, so you might as well do it now.” Her hands began to unbutton her blouse, slowly
revealing the white bra beneath.
Elizabeth blushed more deeply, both at Tiffany’s actions and at her use of the diminutive
nickname. But she began to undo her tie, having already had it drilled into her that
Tiffany should be obeyed. She swallowed hard as she slipped her bra around, pulling the
hooks to the front to more easily undo them, then looked up in time to see Tiffany’s own
bra falling to the floor.
Her throat went dry at the sight. Tiffany’s cleavage was truly immense, almost legendary
in sheer size. Yet so firm, like something out of an erotic artist’s most fevered
sketches as the nipples hardened in the cool air. Those massive mounds gave way at the
top to broad shoulders, sleek with dense musculature, her teeth bared as she grinned at
Elizabeth’s reaction. “You like them?” she asked in a coy, teasing voice.
“I... they’re quite lovely,” Elizabeth managed, and then looked away hastily, pulling her
skirt down as she kicked off her shoes. Her socks were next as she sat down on the
toilet, muttering softly, “Would you mind turning on the shower for me, please?”
At last, she slipped into the shower stall, pulling the shower curtain closed for a
moment of privacy. She sighed in relief as the increasingly naked Tiffany was obscured by
the curtain, feeling shocked and uncomfortable by the lack of modesty shown. She reached
for the soap, wanting to wash away the day’s stress.
Then the hand seized her wrist, Tiffany pushing past the curtain and joining her there in
the shower. “It’s okay,” she whispered soothingly, smiling at the frightened girl.
“Don’t worry; I’m not going to hurt you.” She stepped in fully, pressing against the
terrified undergraduate, and before Elizabeth could say a word, their lips were pressed
together, Tiffany kissing her so demandingly. The soap clattered noisily against the
tiles of the shower stall, and Tiffany pulled away to grin in sudden mirth. “You
shouldn’t drop the soap,” she snickered, looking into Elizabeth’s eyes as she joked, “You
know what they say will happen to you.”
Elizabeth smiled nervously, sharing the amusement and hoping this would all turn out to
be a joke and nothing more. But then Tiffany was kissing her again, those massive breasts
rubbing against her own chest as powerful arms held her tightly, not letting her squirm
free. A long, wet tongue pushed past her lips, forcing its way into her mouth, and
Elizabeth moaned in shameful submission.
Elizabeth was dizzy when at last the older girl released her from that demanding kiss,
light headed and leaning against the wall. “Remember, you have to do what I say,” Tiffany
told her in a colder tone, harshly commanding. One hand slide down over Elizabeth’s side,
gazing deeply into her eyes.
“But...” Elizabeth whined miserably, trembling in terror as she regarded her roommate.
“They... they didn’t mean it like this...” Those fingers traced over her joining of thigh
to hip, and she shivered at the sensation. Tiffany merely smirked coldly at those
naïve words.
“This...” she purred softly, trailing her fingertips over Elizabeth’s belly now, “Is
exactly what they meant. All the first years are getting this right now...” Elizabeth’s
breath caught in her throat at Tiffany’s shocking revelation, even as she continued
remorseless, “I remember my first time as a first year. I’m going to make sure you have
just as much fun as I did, Liz.”
Elizabeth whined desperately, shaking her head slightly as she whispered, “Please, don’t
do this. I don’t want this. Please, you have to stop; you have to- guh!” Her frantic
pleadings were cut off as the fingertips pushed into her silken petals, finding her
virginal sex to be... moist. Elizabeth trembled as the larger girl teased her sex, slowly
working a single finger into her unsullied pussy.
“I know how you feel, Liz,” Tiffany whispered as she slowly stroked those silken petals,
“I cried when Megan took me the first time. But...” her lips brushed over that slim, pale
throat as she pushed her finger more deeply into the poor girl’s virginal sex, “...I came
so hard. It felt so good... and when I finally accepted how much Megan loved me, I wanted
to make her feel just as good.”
Elizabeth swallowed hard, trying to ignore that finger inside of her. “What...?” she
gasped out, then tried again, “What... happened to Megan...?”
Tiffany pouted softly at the reminder, looking genuinely saddened. “She graduated.
She’s engaged to a Duke now, I think,” she added, grudgingly admitting her pride in her
friend. “She wrote me and said that she wants me to visit when I graduate. She wants to
watch me with her husband.”
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