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I woke up to the sound of my roommate fucking. She liked to fuck while I was in the room. A slender boy with long hair and brown skin was slamming his cock into her so hard you would think he would break something. My roommate’s huge breasts rolled around in circles. They hadn’t seen I was awake yet. In Cat People, Nastassja Kinski wakes in the middle of the night to wander out into the swamps of Louisiana completely naked. Her seductive, and yet innocent, walk captivated a younger me. My grandmother told me Nastassja and I were distantly related. I decided I wanted to be just like her. I had been dreaming of that scene before I woke. In my dream I was walking back into the house and coming up to the bed. My naked body glistening with sweat and the early morning moisture of Louisiana’s humidity. I was wild, free, dangerous, and somewhere in the house someone was fucking. “Would you like to join in?” Her boyfriend asked. My eyes popped open, I had been drifting back off to sleep to the sound of slapping skin and sticky juices. “No thanks.” I said. I’m a virgin. I just thought that might be important information if anyone were to wonder why I wasn’t going to join in. Up until recently I had been terrified of my own skin, a fear drilled in by my mother. I changed all that when I became a nude figure drawing model. Having students draw me naked was exciting, so exciting I used it as a sexual outlet. Modeling was a wonderful dream until a professor tried to push me into being his sex toy and I had to leave it behind. Suddenly my roommate’s fuck buddy popped his cock out of her pussy (honestly, I’m not sure how he kept it in her, as loose as she was), and stood up. His cock was hard and completely vertical. It glistened with my roommate’s juices. He was actually fairly attractive, a minor accomplishment for my roommate. “You sure you don’t want to join in?” He asked again. “Why are you worried about her,” my roommate spat. Her voice tinged with something…jealousy? “She wants to stay a virgin forever,” She reached up and pulled his face toward her. His eyes stayed on me until she was practically eating his face off. She pulled one if his hands to her breast. She seemed to consider them assets. I considered them back breaking liabilities. I watched him fuck her for a few minutes more. When she lifted a breast to her mouth, I decided this was absolutely NOT what I was craving. I made like Nastassja, and threw on a shirt with no bra and left the room. Later in the afternoon, I came back to find a slender, tall girl standing on my side of the dorm room and flipping through my personal diary! I could feel the hackles raising and my fists clinched in a unrestrained act of malicious intent. “Hey! What do you think you are doing?” I ran over, prepared to rip the diary from her hands and give this girl a good piece of my mind. Instead, I lost all function of my legs and literally, Bostancı Escort quite literally, dropped to my knees. When she turned, the face looking back at me was the spitting image of Nastassja Kinski. I honestly thought, for a brief moment, it was Nastassja. I seriously almost started crying like a child accidentally running downstairs and seeing Santa Claus standing in her living room. I tried to quickly recover, pulling myself up with a hand on the dresser. She dropped the book and helped me. I looked into that beautiful face. She wore no make-up, but with a face and lips like Nastassja, she didn’t need to. Her hair was shoulder length. Below her shoulders, the resemblance to Nastassja ended. Her breasts were enormous! She leaned down and held out my diary. I snatched it away from her. I was trying to show her I was angry, but the combination of snatching the diary and trying to stand, thrust me right up in front of her gigantic swell. Her t-shirt stretched across her breasts like a sail pulled taught in a storm. Right in between her massive melons, was the cutest little logo I’ve ever seen. It read, “Carolina Rollergirls” with this amazing little skull in the middle wearing a helmet. “Like?” She asked, following my eyes to her chest. “Huh?” I said in surprise, ashamed to be caught staring at her chest. “I mean, yes. Are you a rollergirl?” “Yeah, I was. Then that damn movie came out and ruined everything. But actually…I meant did you like my tits. I was kinda thinking you were looking at the girls.” A moment of pause and then we both burst out laughing. “I have to say, I like yours,” she said. “My what?” I asked stunned. “Your ta-tas,” she said. This time I didn’t laugh. In fact my knees went a little weak, and my hands started shaking. I couldn’t help it, her face… it was Nastassja… Jesus! It made it nearly impossible for me to keep eye contact. “Well, I should be honest,” she said, and her smile took on a mischievous slant, “I’ve actually seen your perky titties before… in the raw no less. Yep… sorry, I’ve seen you naked.” Her eyes dropped down. I fought the urge to cover my breasts. Why, oh why didn’t I put a bra on before I left? “You – wha – ” I started to say, but she burst out laughing before I could finish my question. Her laugh was proud and bold, it told me stories about her personality. Listening to her laugh was infectious; the kind of laugh that tickles your bones and ripples through your skin until your own laugh joins in. I didn’t even know what we were laughing about, but I was laughing with her while she put her arm around me and pressed her face close to mine. Tears ran down our cheeks and our foreheads touched like sisters with a secret. “Man,” she laughed again, “You should have seen your face. I swear, I wish I had a picture of that. You looked like your Momma just caught you with your favorite vibrator. Trust Bostancı Escort Bayan me, I know what that is like.” I was glad our faces were down and her arms still wrapped around me, because when she said that… I nearly lost it. “I’m an art student. I saw you in one of my classes. You were our model. Damn good model too,” she said. “Really? I don’t remember seeing you. I think I would have remembered you,” I said. I flashed red remembering my modeling experiences. I enjoyed them, but that was the problem, I enjoyed it too much. God! What if she had seen that too? “I dropped out,” she said, and took the diary away from me and placed it back on my desk. “You know, if you don’t want people reading about your personal shit, you shouldn’t leave it laying around. Vicky knows everything you write in there and tells everybody.”“Wha –” “Yep. Your roommate is a cunt,” she said. I had never heard another girl say the ‘C’ word. This girl was so raw; it filled me with a secret thrill. “So, having read your diary and all… If you really want to see other people naked, you should come over to my parents this weekend. My family’s a bunch of hippie-nudie freaks. I grew up with that shit. Usually I think it’s pretty fucking lame, but seeing as how you are jonesing for it, maybe you would dig it.” “I – really, I mean I – it’s not…” “Come on! I read your fucking diary! Even if I hadn’t been a bitch and done something like that, Vicky has been telling us about your obsession with nudism for weeks. Of course I wouldn’t tell a whore like Vicky that my family are nudists, she is already dying to get something going with me. Fuckin’ skank.” She walked closer to me. The distance between us so thin I could feel the heat from her body. “Listen, don’t be mad. I don’t usually go around reading people’s diaries, but I had to find out if it was true before I asked you. Plus, anything I can do to make Vicky’s dumb ass plans fall apart, I’m on it… Come on… Vicky is making you look like a pervy little virgin in front of everyone. Vicky is the biggest perv I know. Vicky apparently can’t stand you, and I can’t stand Vicky, so ibso-facto, I’m helpin’ you out. “Trust me, my parents will love it. They absolutely live for all that nudie shit. They have parties all the time, they invite a bunch of fat, old people over and sit around roasting wienies,” she said and winked. It took me a minute, but I got the joke and smiled. I was still trembling too hard to truly laugh. My biggest secrets were now public knowledge. I wanted to scream. “So what do you say? Want to make all your dreams come true and hang with a bunch of real nudists? I’m not going to let you say no. Not everyone is fat and old. Trust me, you’ll love it.” “Will you be there?” I asked. Quickly I realized what that sounded like and blushed. “What? I wouldn’t miss you getting an orgasm over hanging with a bunch of naked Escort Bostancı old codgers for the world! Plus my parents are loaded. No lie! If I bring home a little hottie that wants to become a nudist, hell… they might even put me back in the will!” I think she saw my look of discomfort after she said “a little hottie”. “You don’t take compliments very well, do ya?” I shrugged. She stepped forward and pressed her body into mine. I instinctively backed away and she closed the distance, like a bully trying to start a fight. She smiled, finally forcing me to back out of the way, and she walked to the door. “Wait! What if I want to go? I mean, you know – what would I do? I mean, I don’t even know how to act. Will they all be naked when I get there? I wouldn’t…” She grinned like a cheshire cat and motioned with her head toward my dairy. “All the info is in your diary. I knew you would say yes, so I wrote it down for you. As for what to do, don’t worry about it, my parents will make sure everyone knows there is a nudie virgin coming. They’ll take it slow for you. Just make sure to bring a towel. Hitchhiker’s guide and all that, you know. The only thing you need when fartin’ around the universe and – hanging with a bunch of hippies.” “I don’t even know your name,” I said. “Nastassja,” she said. After my jaw fell to the floor, and I nearly pissed myself, she said, “Ha! I’m fucking with you. Jesus, you really are too easy. My name is Rochelle. Looking forward to this weekend.” I let out the breath I didn’t even know I had been holding. I was beaming and excited the rest of the week, a fact that had my roommate doubly perplexed. First because she didn’t understand why I was so happy, and second because she couldn’t read my diary. The evil little bitch had no idea what was going on. It filled me with a renewed sense of happiness. She must have been really pissed because, for the first Friday ever, she didn’t want to stay in our room and fuck one of her boyfriends. I settled down in my room, the sounds of girls running up and down the halls, music blasting in a room two doors down from me, and someone talking on their cell right outside…and through it all – heaven! I slowly drifted off to a wonderful sleep. I woke up to find a naked guy lying in Vicky’s bed. It was the long haired guy from the other day. His manhood stood at perfect attention. I followed up his body to find his eyes wide open, staring at me! “Hey, you’re that Suzy chick ain’t cha?” he asked. “Sarah,” I replied. “Yeah, right. Vicky said you are a virgin, that true?” I closed my fists tight but didn’t remove my hands from over my small chest. I pulled out a bra and moved away from the mirror, attempting to get it on as quickly as possible without him catching a glimpse. “Hey! Don’t take it the wrong way. I think that’s cool and all. I mean, like, that’s an accomplishment these days. Too many chicks,” he paused as if trying to process the right thing to say, “and dudes, are just, like, ready to give it away, you know? It’s pretty cool that you aren’t.” My shirt on and my jeans nearly there, I pulled them up, zipped, buttoned, and turned toward him.

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