It’s a co-ed hall. Of course that means that they don’t put the guys with the girls, and when I saw Sam on the assignment sheet, I didn’t think twice about it being a girls name. I was excited. I moved in early, my entire side of the room getting set up and a few hours in, decided I should for a walk to get some fresh air. I walked over to grab a snack, talked with a friend I knew from hs, then I headed back upstairs to go into my room to finish unpacking. The door unlocks and there’s “Sam”. Sam is not my new girl roomie, sam is 6’4 and unfortunately cute, with strong arms and a gym membership tag dangling from his bag. We’re both a little shocked- I ask him what he’s doing here, he explains, towering over me- (I’m 5’1 and barely 100lbs) that this was the last spot available and they absentmindedly assumed that Alex was also a guy’s name. I started to protest but he said he really wanted this to work- this was the last available room to the dorm on this side of campus, and he promised to be basically gone for most of it.

A week in, the new life jitters were gone. We went to separate classes, we hung out with different people, we just saw eachother in the evening and it was fine, he’d chat with me from his bed and I was getting along with him. I was liking him. I liked him too much. He asked me to stay out late because he was having a girl over, so I spent the night with my friend in her dorm but I couldn’t tell her why I was just so mad. I shouldn’t be mad. We agreed not to do anything and it’s fine. I was fine. He texted an all clear and that he was leaving for classes for the day, and I went back to our room. I sat on my bed looking at where they were all night and noticed his boxers hanging out of the sheets a little. I shouldn’t, but I did. I snuck over, pulled them from under the covers and looked at them. It’s like another part of my brain took over because I sniffed them. And then I licked them a little bit. It was so pathetic but they smelt so intoxicating. Like I needed to have them. I put them back and told myself that I needed to be cool.

We had decided that we would both change around the corner of our room so that it wouldn’t be weird, but when he got back I was getting ready for class and I told him I was tired of that rule because it was just annoying. Hopefully he didn’t see I was basically drooling. I explained that one of us was going to see eachother at some point anyway so why bother being awkward. He shrugged, agreed, and commented that he also thought it was annoying as he pulled his shirt off to get ready for the gym. I couldn’t stare. I had to look at my book and fight the corner of my eye as he pulled off his jeans and I saw it. All 9” of it. I squeaked. Literally. I got bright red and hid my face in a book as carefully as I could, and he pulled on gym shorts and tossed me a “later” as he left. I tossed my book down, knowing I was in trouble. I couldn’t keep my hands of him.

That night it was late when he came home. I had turned out my light and was just about to sleep when I heard the key turn and him whispering to someone. They came in and spoke in hushed tones as they went to his bed, and with one eye open I caught a glimpse of the girl. She was petite but had a model jaw and much bigger boobs than me, which stayed perky as she pulled off her top and climbed on top of him. I slowly shifted my fingers to between my legs as she started to ride, the sound of the bed hitting the wall barely so I timed that with my pussy rubbing. I felt so dirty. She had her hand over her mouth and with a rustling he flipped her and bent her legs by her head, and I had to pick up the pace fast. He pounded her right in front of me, huge fast thrusts and it was everything she could do to keep quiet. I watched his face in the shadows as he came in her, shaking, and then watched him pull out and I saw the sillouette, shiny from her, of his 9” cock, as he went to clean up.

Pt 2 soon!