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Becca's Freshman Experience Ch. 01

By: Saltyboy69



This can be read as a stand-alone story. However, I definitely recommend you first read my previous four-part story entitled "A Foot Massage for Becca". 

This takes a little while to build, so if you are looking for a quick spank session, this might not be for you. It also contains some fetish content. All characters are at least eighteen years of age. 

***** 

Becca walked emotionlessly to her English Literature classroom. It was across campus from her previous class and it took about fifteen minutes to walk the entire distance. Fifteen minutes of unwanted downtime that would do nothing but torture her with memories. She had been trying to keep herself as busy as possible, filling up every spare minute with classes, activities and social groups so she wouldn't have the time to think. Hence, this walk between freshman Chemistry and English Lit on Tuesdays and Thursdays was the most dreaded part of her day. 

She had been at college for a little over a week now and she was adjusting to her new schedule, but at times she was finding it hard to concentrate. Thoughts of her mom, of Tim, and of life at home intruded at every opportunity. She picked up her pace so she could more quickly put an end to this ordeal of undesired reflection. 

After she had graduated high school at the beginning of summer, she had begun working at the Burger Barn, saving up money for college. She hadn't really needed to, since her mom and stepdad were fairly well-off, but she had wanted to start the semester with some money of her own so she wouldn't have to call them for every little thing, feeling like a little kid. College was supposed to be the beginning of her adult life. 

Her summer had started out great. She had been working and hanging out with friends every day, dreaming of her future. Then something had happened that threw her life into a tailspin. 

One night after work she had come home to find her mom and Tim in their usual places, with her mom lying on one side of the sectional sofa and her feet in Tim's lap. Tim had a habit of massaging her mom's feet almost every night. He was very selfless about it and her mom really enjoyed it. Becca had thought it was weird. 

Until she had started working at the Burger Barn she hadn't been used to being on her feet for extended periods of time, so that night she had come home tired and very sore. She had plopped her ass down on the sofa across from her parents and complained about her sore feet, prompting her mom to quickly suggest that her stepdad give her a foot massage. 

Becca had been mortified. She had just worked all day long, her gross, sweaty feet marinating inside her stinky work shoes, and she couldn't believe her mom had volunteered Tim to touch them. She had immediately declined the offer, but her mom (and even Tim) wouldn't hear it. Eventually, she had been forced to give in and allowed her stepdad to run his hands all over her disgusting feet. 

Not only had it been humiliating for her to let her Tim touch her stinky feet, but she had begun to become aroused by it, which humiliated her even more. She had had to hide her emotions just to get through the massage, eventually falling asleep. But as she slept, she had dreamed that Tim had sucked on her toes and when she awoke alone on the couch in the middle of the night, she hadn't been able to help masturbating before heading to bed. 

'What is wrong with me?' she had thought to herself. The whole idea of someone sucking on her toes was disgusting...and yet the fantasy of it had turned her on... 

After that night, it had been all she could think about. She had masturbated at every opportunity, imagining Tim licking her toes and feet, and knowing that it would never really happen. No one in their right mind would ever want to put another person's gross feet in their face, she thought. And yet, he had...even kissing them that night. He had tried to play it off like he was just joking around, saying that he wanted to show her that her feet weren't disgusting. But there had been something more—a feeling she couldn't escape—that he had done it on purpose because it turned him on. 

She had never really thought of Tim as a dad. To be honest, she had never really thought of him at all. He had been nothing more than the guy who married her mom. He had always been really nice to her and they had gotten along well, but there had been nothing else to their relationship. So, it had been extremely difficult for her to come to terms with the fact that she was seeing him in a different light. 

Becca's mom had flown across country on a business trip two days later, and that morning she accidentally walked in on Tim sleeping in the nude. She had been extremely embarrassed, but Tim blew it off like it was no big deal. He had also had a long talk with her, explaining that he wasn't disgusted by feet, and admitted that he actually enjoyed touching them. Becca had thought that was weird...and hot. And she had seen him naked. Fuck! 

Later that night when Becca had come home from work, Tim was sitting alone on the sofa. Her feet had been hurting her again (although they hadn't been as bad as she had pretended) and she told him as much, testing him. He took the bait just as she had expected and once again offered to rub her feet. 

That was the night that things had really begun to change for Becca. While giving her a foot massage, her stepdad actually talked her into letting him smell her feet. After some additional persuasion she had even allowed him to lick them and suck on her toes! He had tried to say that it wasn't a sexual thing—that he was only trying to expose her to new ideas—but she knew that was bullshit. Every time he looked at her, he wanted her. She could tell. So, why had she let him do it? She wasn't sure, herself. But she had been so aroused... 

Afterwards, for the second time, she had fallen asleep during the foot massage. And once again, she had dreamed that he was doing sexual things to her. When she woke up later that night she masturbated frantically, thinking about it. It was then that she had realized she wanted him too. 

The following two days had been spent exploring fetishes and pushing boundaries. She had begun walking around in less and less clothing. Tim had convinced her that she shouldn't be ashamed of her body, and she had agreed. She had caught him masturbating, which gave her the courage to masturbate in front of him. Everyone did it and it was perfectly normal, he had said. He had been so convincing that she didn't really question it. 

Eventually, they had been intimate. She masturbated in front of him while nude. He used her feet to masturbate himself. He went down on her, and she reciprocated. Then, to her surprise and disgust, he ate her ass. That had been the most embarrassing and the hottest thing she had ever experienced. Later that night, realizing she was falling in love with him, she had gone to his room with the intention of having sex with him. It had almost happened when they had been interrupted by the phone call. 

Becca shook her head, trying to rid her brain of the terrible recollection. She still felt the tension in her stomach whenever she thought about it. She walked faster, but there was no outrunning her memories. 

The call had been from a representative of the airline. Her mom's plane had crashed. There were no survivors. She had thrown up six times that day. She hadn't been able to get out of bed. Tim had tried to comfort her, but she couldn't look at him. The guilt had been overwhelming and soul-crushing. It was all her fault. God was punishing her for being intimate with her mom's husband. 

Almost a week later, there had been a funeral. By that time she was numb. She realized that she was an orphan. Her real father had died of cancer when she was a baby and now her mom was gone. Sure, she had Tim, but he had only been in her life for a couple of years—and only six months of that as her stepdad. He had tried to fill the void left by her mother's absence by being very attentive and transitioning into a more traditional fatherly role, but it wasn't the same. She had never felt so alone in her life. 

As the summer had rolled along, she went back to work, if only for something to occupy her mind. She couldn't wait to start college so she could get out of the house. It felt like it was cursed. And every time she looked at Tim, she thought about the sexual things they had done. They had betrayed her mom and she was disgusted with herself. 

By the time she was ready to leave for college, things had gotten to a more normal place. They had their routines. Tim treated her like an actual daughter again, and she had begun calling him 'dad'. He loaded up the SUV and drove her four hours north to her school in Dallas. They unloaded her stuff into her dorm room and he hugged her goodbye. She could tell he was sad, but she couldn't help him. She had needed to concentrate on herself. 

That had been a week ago. She hadn't talked to him since. She knew she needed to call him soon, but she had been putting it off. It was hard, because she cared about him, but things were weird...and she didn't know if they would ever not be weird again. 

Becca finally arrived at the English building and made her way to her classroom. They were reading Hamlet. Of course they were. Because you could never have too many fucking tragedies in your life. 

******************** 

Later that evening she returned to her dorm room to find her roommate, Miranda, already there with her nose in a textbook. Becca tossed her backpack at the end of her bed and flopped down face-first onto the messy blankets. 

"You okay?" Miranda asked without any real interest. 

"Yeah, everything is peachy," Becca replied without looking at her. 

Miranda rolled her eyes and went back to studying. 

She hadn't really warmed up to Miranda yet. She was okay, as far as roommates went, Becca thought, but she hated not having her own space. Becca just wanted to come and go without eyes on her. She wanted to be able to cry without questions. She wanted to...walk around naked if she felt like it. 

Where had THAT thought come from? 

As she pondered the question, she realized that the happiest, most stress-free time in her life had been the few days alone in the house with Tim. There had been no rules. She could wear as much or as little as she wanted. She could even fulfill her sexual desires with no judgments. If she wanted to masturbate openly ten times a day on the living room sofa, Tim had been perfectly okay with it. 

She wondered what her goth roommate would think if she took off all of her clothes and started masturbating, and it made her laugh out loud. 

Miranda glanced over, wondering if Becca was high. 

Seriously, though. How hot would that be to have the freedom to do that? And with someone watching? Becca squeezed her legs together and squirmed at the thought. She could feel the moisture between her legs. 

She sat up on the edge of her bed and stared at Miranda, determined to get to the bottom of it. 

"Why are you being weird, Simpson?" Miranda said. 

"Where are you from, Miranda?" Becca asked. 

"Michigan. Why?" 

"So, it's probably pretty cold there, huh?" 

"In the winter, sure. It gets pretty warm in the summer, just like most of the country. Are you sure you're okay, Simpson?" 

Becca hated that Miranda called her by her last name, but she figured she'd let it go for now. She wanted to get a read on how her roommate felt about nudity. 

"I guess what I want to know is...when it was warm...how much clothing did you guys wear?" Becca asked. 

Miranda looked at her as if she had a third eye growing in the middle of her forehead. 

"We wore what most people wear in the summer...t-shirts and shorts." 

"Even in the house with just your family?" 

"Yes...where are you going with this, Simpson?" 

Becca sighed inwardly. This wasn't going as she had hoped, so she decided to broach the subject abruptly. 

"I'm from San Antonio, and around my house we wear as little as we want. We might even go naked for the day." It wasn't exactly the truth, but if it got her what she wanted, she was okay with the lie. 

"Look, Simpson...if this is some kind of nudist cult recruitment thing...I'll pass." 

"I'm not in a cult...I'm not even a nudist..." This is exhausting, Becca thought to herself. "I just wondered if it would bother you if I were to wear less clothing here in the room..." 

Miranda closed her book. "I'm not a prude, Simpson. If you need to change clothes, then do it. I don't care. But if you just want to sit around watching television with your tits out...I'm sure there is a wide assortment of whores at this college that would be happy to room with you." 

Becca's jaw dropped at the insinuation that she was a whore. She couldn't believe what she had just heard and it left her speechless. She grabbed her purse and stormed out of the room, letting the door slam behind her. 

******************** 

"Hey, sweetie, how's school? I thought I'd hear from you before now." 

"It's fine, dad." Becca knew she was having a hard time keeping the quaver out of her voice. 

"What's wrong? I can tell you are upset." 

She wiped her eyes and pulled the phone away so he wouldn't hear her cry. 

"Becca?" 

"It's okay, dad. I'm just having a bad day. I'll call you in a couple days, okay?" 

"Oh...all right. If there is anything I can do, please let me know. I love you." 

"Love you, dad. Bye." 

Becca sat on the bench in the middle of the green and cried. 

******************** 

By the time she arrived back at her dorm room, Miranda was asleep. She quietly shut the door and kicked her shoes off. 

As she began to undress, she watched Miranda sleeping. Her breathing was deep and rhythmic. Becca took her time taking off her shirt and shorts, followed by her bra and panties. Her nightshirt was lying next to her pillow and she reached for it, but her fingers stopped short before they made contact with the cotton material. She stood up slowly and reveled in the feel of her bare skin in the open air as she walked around her room completely nude. She felt as if she were getting away with something naughty and it made her smile. Maybe it was time for a little revenge. 

Walking nearer to her sleeping roommate, she thrust her pelvis forward, moving her shaven vulva within inches of Miranda's face. She ran her finger through the folds of her sex. Boy, was she wet. Nervously, with her heart beating wildly in her chest, she closed the distance between them until she felt her lips gently kiss Miranda's. As she drew back, a glistening, dewy web stretched between her vagina and her roommate's pouty bottom lip. It thinned until it broke in the middle and Miranda stirred. Becca covered her mouth, frozen in fear. The unconscious Goth girl simply turned, adjusting in her sleep—her tongue snaking out and moistening her lips. 

Oh, shit! Becca thought she had been caught. Her rational mind told her she should put her nightshirt on, but she couldn't. She was procrastinating as long as possible, enjoying every moment of glorious naked freedom. She noticed Miranda's bare foot hanging off the side of the bed, uncovered by her sheet. Remembering those delicious foot massages from the start of summer, she sat down on the edge of her own bed and languorously placed her hand between her legs. She couldn't take her eyes off of her roommate's pink little toes. 

Becca spread her knees widely apart, giving the unaware Miranda a gynecologist's view of her sex and began slowly stroking from her clit to her vaginal opening and back with her middle finger. She held her breath—the only sound a soft, sticky squish from the plunging of her finger into her lubricated vagina. Miranda's breathing remained unchanged. She was in a deep sleep. 

Unable to fight the self-destructive impulse in her brain, Becca slid off the edge of her bed. She dropped to her knees on the carpet and crawled over to Miranda's side of the room, grabbing the girl's water glass from her night stand and setting it on the floor near the foot of the bed. Leaning over, almost touching her nose to the tiny unpainted toes, she inhaled deeply. Her roommate's foot smelled sweaty and slightly musty. It was like an aphrodisiac. 

Becca listened again. Miranda was sleeping like the dead. 

With the utmost caution, she stuck her tongue out and with the tip touched the bottom of Miranda's big toe. The Goth girl didn't flinch. Becca then flattened her tongue and licked the entire bottom of the same toe. There was still no response. Becca's heart felt like it would pound out of her chest. 

She then carefully tasted each one of Miranda's digits, sticking her tongue in the grooves between and cleaning them lovingly. They tasted of the salt of sweat and smelled of the staleness of well-worn shoes. Finally, and with great care, Becca wrapped her lips around Miranda's big toe, gently sucking it in to her mouth. She thought she might pass out from the stress and the eroticism of the act. 

Her fingers found their way back between her legs and she rubbed her clit frantically. Miranda's toe stayed inside her mouth the entire time and she sucked it like a lollipop, keeping a close watch on her roommate's closed eyes. She could feel herself nearing that sweet orgasmic release. The squishing sound was louder now, as her fingers buried themselves inside her vagina, sliding between her swollen, dripping lips. It was all she could do not to moan from the pleasure. 

Becca quietly picked up the water glass from the floor, her tongue continuing to molest her roommate's foot. As she crested the wave of her orgasm, Becca finally released Miranda's toe in a silent scream and quietly bucked and thrashed as the contractions hit the walls of her womb. She shoved the glass under her pussy and a generous amount of orgasmic nectar squirted into Miranda's drinking water with a splash. 

After she recovered from her euphoric haze, she quietly placed Miranda's glass back on her nightstand and smiled. Revenge was sweet. Unbelievably, Miranda had slept straight through the violation of her foot. Becca went back to her bed, crawled under the sheets and slept like a baby. 

******************** 

The next morning Becca woke to find that her roommate was already gone. The memory of what she had done to Miranda's toes turned her face red. What was wrong with her? She couldn't believe she had actually done something so risky...so dangerous...so fucking hot... She glanced over and saw that the water in her roommate's glass was almost completely gone. She smiled to herself. Miranda had unknowingly tasted Becca's vaginal juices and that thought would keep her in masturbatory bliss for weeks to come.  

She sat up in bed, realizing she was nude. She had forgotten to put her night clothes on after she had masturbated and she wondered how much of her body had been exposed to her roommate this morning. At first she hoped that it wouldn't cause more issues between them, but then she thought 'fuck it.' If she has that much of a problem with it she can request a room transfer. 

Becca crawled out of bed and threw on a t-shirt that barely covered her ass. She stood in front of the wall-mounted mirror, turning herself around and checking it from all angles. She could definitely see the bottom crease of her ass cheeks and she was sure that walking would expose a great deal more. Gripped in a brief moment of panic, she was tempted to yank it over her head and find a longer shirt, but she forced herself to bury the fear. This was exactly what she had been missing for the last few miserable months of her life: the excitement and the adrenaline that came from exposing herself. Slipping her bare feet into her shower shoes, she grabbed her room key, her towel and her bathroom caddy and stepped out into the hallway. 


Becca's Freshman Experience Ch. 01



This hallway housed only girls, but the dormitory itself was co-ed. So, it wasn't unusual to see boys walking through on their way to the dayroom. As if conjured by her thoughts, a couple of guys dressed in running attire banged through the door at the end of the hallway, huffing and puffing from their workout and headed in her direction. The bathroom was near the door to the outside, and Becca's dorm room was at the opposite end of the hall behind her, which meant she would have to walk past them on her way to the showers. 

They politely avoided ogling her body, nodding their heads as they passed her, but she could feel their eyes on her ass as they walked away. She heard one of them whistle quietly to the other and knew they had seen more of her bouncing cheeks than was proper. On an impulse, her hand shot behind her and grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt, lifting it up to the small of her back and completely exposing her well-rounded ass. She kept it there as she walked, daring them not to look. 

"Holy fuckballs..." one of the runners said in surprise. 

Becca smiled to herself and turned to catch them leering at her body. The one runner nervously looked away, but the other held his gaze. She stopped, turned her body to face them and lifted her shirt up to her neck, giving the brave one a full frontal flash as a reward. Dropping the shirt, she blew him a kiss and continued walking toward the showers. 

"Dude, you missed it! She flashed everything!" she heard behind her. 

"Fuck! Are you serious?" 

"Hell yeah! I fucking LOVE college, man!" 

Becca chuckled to herself and quickly entered the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. She glanced in the mirror. Her face was red and she was breathing heavily. She had never exposed herself to anyone but her stepfather. What a rush! 

She went to a shower stall, set down her things, whipped her shirt off, and started the water. She stepped inside and pulled the curtain shut. After she shampooed, conditioned, and soaped up her body, she shaved her armpits, legs and private area. When she was finished she stood under the spray, enjoying the warmth on her body. Her hands went automatically between her legs and she couldn't help touching herself, thinking of her public exposure. She leaned back against the tiled wall, spread her knees and began masturbating. 

Impulsively she decided that she needed to challenge herself further. She opened the curtain about three inches, leaving a good-sized space that she could see, and be seen through. Leaning back against the wall, facing the gap in the curtain, she told herself that she would not...COULD not stop masturbating, no matter who saw her. 

She feverishly strummed her clit, beginning to moan softly. The danger was highly erotic and she was already close. So far, no one had come into the bathroom and she didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed. Suddenly, the heat focused in her abdomen and she started shaking. Panting and whimpering, she was almost at the point of no return when the door opened and someone walked in. 

Her hand froze in place for a second, until she remembered her rule: there was no stopping, no matter what. Scared out of her mind, she picked up her rhythm and watched nervously through the gap. 

She heard the newcomer walking toward her shower and saw quick movement through the gap as they shuffled past. The footsteps stopped, however, and she saw a figure slowly step back. A girl with long, red, curly hair glanced into Becca's shower. 

Becca was mortified. But, her hand wouldn't stop. The redhead made eye contact with her and smiled broadly. 

"Go for it, girl. That's hot," she said. 

Becca's face reddened in shame and arousal as her fingers sloshed between her wet pussy lips. The redhead just stood there, watching her. She couldn't believe it. She was masturbating in front of a complete stranger. It was too much. Becca's orgasm hit her like a grenade and she cried out as she pitched forward, riding the contractions. Her eyes squeezed shut and she practically hyperventilated. 

The redhead opened the curtain a few more inches and stuck her face in. Becca was taken aback. 

"That was awesome. I wish I had the nerve to do something like that. My name's Kelsey." 

She stuck her hand in and Becca, without thinking, shook it. "I'm Becca." 

As she pulled her hand back, she realized she had just wiped her juices all over Kelsey, who sniffed her fingers and smiled. 

"See you around, Becca." 

Kelsey shut the curtain and walked to her own shower stall. Becca rinsed off quickly, turned off the water, and grabbed her towel. As she dried off, she heard Kelsey's shower start. Throwing the curtain aside, she pulled on her t-shirt and glanced toward the other shower. There was a slight gap in the curtain. She walked over quietly and cautiously peeked in. Kelsey was standing under the water with her back toward Becca, soaking her voluminous red curls in the spray. Her back and legs were covered in freckles and her ass was strikingly white. She turned around and Becca noticed that she wasn't shaved, or even trimmed. Kelsey had a bright red thatch of pubic hair covering her pussy and her white breasts were tipped with the palest, pink nipples Becca had ever seen. She was entranced...until Kelsey waved at her. Becca jumped back and headed for the bathroom door. 

No one walked past her this time as she made her way down the long hallway to her dorm room. She unlocked her door and slipped in. Shutting it behind her, she leaned her back against it, breathing heavily and smiling. Today was off to a good start. 

******************** 

Becca returned from her classes at around six in the evening. Miranda was on her bed reading a textbook with earbuds in her ears. She had on a dark t-shirt and black jeans. Her soft, pale feet were bare and Becca smiled at the memory of last night. She set down her backpack and wiggled her fingers at her roommate. Miranda nodded her head almost imperceptibly in response. Rolling her eyes behind her roomie's back, Becca kicked her shoes off and sat on her bed. 

She had to think of a way to break the ice between Miranda and herself. It was going to be a long semester if things kept going the way they had been. Miranda just didn't seem all that interested in being friends, but Becca was determined to change that. 

She contemplated her roommate. At five feet, two inches, Miranda was much shorter than Becca. She had jet black hair, styled in some sort of punk pixie cut, with one side buzzed like Miley Cyrus. She always wore heavy black makeup and nail polish, which made her pale skin look even whiter. Her eyebrow and lower lip were pierced, along with multiple places in both ears. Despite the Goth look, she was actually really cute. But her attitude tended to cancel out her cuteness. She never smiled and she reacted with annoyance whenever Becca tried to talk to her. 

"Miranda..." Becca said. There was no response. Her music was probably turned up too loudly. "Miranda!" she shouted. 

The Goth girl pulled a bud out of one ear. "What?" 

"We need to talk," Becca stated. 

Miranda rolled her eyes and turned the music off in her phone, then pulled the other earbud out of her ear. 

"What's up, Simpson?" 

"First of all, my name is Becca. Could you call me Becca?" 

Miranda sighed. "My lips have never uttered such a 'Barbie' name in my life, but I guess I can try...Becca." 

"Thank you," she said appreciatively. "Look, I want to feel comfortable in here with you. It's going to be a long semester if we can't be friendly. Is there any way that we might be able to actually be friends? You know...smile at each other? Maybe say 'hi' when we see each other? Possibly talk once in a while?" 

Miranda looked down at her book and said, "I'm just not all that personable. If I've offended you..." She glanced back up at Becca and shrugged her shoulders. 

Becca walked over and sat on the edge of Miranda's bed. "I'd like us to start over. I'm not a bad person and I'm not a 'Barbie'. My mom died this summer, I barely talk to my stepdad, and I'm lonely. I just want my roommate to be my friend." Despite her best efforts, a tear formed in the corner of her eye. She looked at the ceiling and tried to will it away. 

Miranda stared at her through big brown eyes. "I didn't know about your mom." She reached her pale hand out and touched Becca's shoulder. "I'm sorry..." 

The touching gesture was all it took for the tears to run down Becca's cheeks. "Shit," she said and wiped her face. 

"My boyfriend Donkey and I are going to a pizza place for dinner in about fifteen minutes, if you want to join us." 

Becca stared at her roommate in disbelief. "I'm not sure which is more shocking: the invitation or the fact that your boyfriend's name is Donkey." 

Miranda actually cracked a smile and said, "His name is Donnie Keyes. Everyone calls him Donkey. I've been dating him since the beginning of senior year. We applied to this college together. He's a douche sometimes, but what can you do?" 

"Ah, I get it," she said. "I don't want to intrude on your pizza night with Donkey..." 

"It's okay. It's not an orgy...it's just pizza." 

Becca smiled and accepted the invitation. They walked out of their room and around the corner to the side street that bordered the dormitory building. A few minutes later, a rusty beater that sounded like the muffler had fallen off pulled up alongside the curb. The driver's side window was down and a skinny emo boy with black lipstick stared at them lecherously and yelled, "How much for a piece of ass, sluts?" 

"More than you can afford, fucktard," Miranda yelled back. 

Becca stood there with her mouth hanging open, about to tell this douchebag to fuck off when Miranda walked around to the passenger side and said, "You coming, Simps... Becca?" 

In disbelief, Becca realized that this was Donkey. She climbed in the back seat, pushing over a pile of black clothes and fast food bags. 

"Who's the Barbie?" Donkey asked. 

Miranda punched him in the side of the head and said, "Mind your manners, dick hole. She's my roommate." 

"Is she the one who wants to walk around with her tits out?" he asked, leering at Becca through the rear view mirror. 

Miranda looked at him in disgust and said, "You really say some fucked up shit sometimes, you know that?" 

Becca was trying not to get upset. Obviously, Miranda had told him about their conversation last night. She decided to put it out of her head, telling herself that she was here to build a relationship with Miranda, not end one. 

As strange as she had thought her roommate was, she couldn't picture her with this kid. He didn't seem like he respected her very much and she couldn't imagine Miranda putting up with that. Her intuition told her that this was not a good guy. 

They pulled into the pizza shop a few minutes later and took seats at a booth. Miranda excused herself and went to use the bathroom. Not trusting to be alone with this guy, Becca pulled out her phone and started a video recording. She propped it against the napkin dispenser, giving it a wide view of the whole table. 

"So, are you a nudist or something?" Donkey asked with a smirk. 

"No," Becca replied coldly. She didn't want to talk to him—especially without Miranda. 

"Mir said you wanted to walk around the dorm naked. I wouldn't mind seeing that." 

Becca looked toward the bathroom, wishing her roommate would return. Donkey reached out and grabbed Becca's breast, twisting her nipple through her shirt, and laughed. Becca yelped and sat there in shock for a second. Then she grabbed her phone and practically ran to the bathroom. 

She burst through the door just as Miranda was about to come out. 

"What the hell, Becca?" she said. 

Becca stood there looking at her with fear in her eyes and held out her phone. "Video," she said. 

Miranda swiped into the phone and played the video. When she saw what Donkey had done she was pissed. She handed the phone back to Becca and stormed out into the restaurant. Donkey wasn't at the table anymore. Becca caught up to her just in time to see Donkey on the other side of the restaurant, squeezed into another booth and hitting on a couple girls that didn't look like they were out of high school. Miranda grabbed her glass of Coke off the table and headed toward her boyfriend. As she arrived at his new booth, she threw the soda in his face. 

"FUCK YOU!!" she screamed. "I'VE PUT UP WITH YOUR SHIT FOR WAY TOO LONG!! STICK YOUR DICK IN THESE AIDS-INFESTED CUM DUMPSTERS FROM NOW ON!" 

She turned abruptly and walked out the door. Becca hurried to catch up. 

"I'm sorry, Miranda," she said. 

Miranda didn't reply. She didn't even look at Becca. They walked the three miles back to campus in silence. 

******************** 

When they arrived back at the dormitory, Miranda kicked her boots off and climbed into bed, pulling the covers up over her head. Becca wasn't sure what to do. She didn't know if she should say something or just leave her alone for a while. She settled on something in between. 

Leaning down over Miranda, she gently rubbed the back of her head through the sheet and said, "I'm so sorry. If there's anything I can do, please let me know." She bent down and kissed her where she assumed her cheek must be and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her. 

Becca walked to the dining hall, arriving right before they shut the doors and ran her meal card through the register. She selected a chicken wrap and some fresh fruit, grabbing another chicken wrap to take for Miranda. She left and ate out on the green, watching the wide variety of students that made up her Texas college campus. 

An hour later, she walked back to the room. Miranda was in pajamas and all of her makeup had been washed off. Her eyes were red and puffy. Her earbuds were in her ears and her nose was once again in a book. Becca tossed her keys on her nightstand and handed Miranda a plastic bag. 

Miranda looked up at Becca and opened the bag. A brief smile crossed her face and she thanked her for the food. Pulling the aluminum foil off of the chicken wrap, she took a bite. As she swallowed, she began to cry. 

Becca grabbed some tissues and sat down on the edge of the bed. She held one out to Miranda, who was too busy crying to notice. So, Becca dabbed her eyes and wiped her cheeks with the tissue until Miranda finally took it from her. She began to sob and Becca took her in her arms and cradled her while she wept, running her hand through the back of her short hair and whispering in her ear. 

"He didn't deserve you, Miranda. You can do so much better than him. Go ahead and let it out. Tomorrow will be a little better. You'll see." 

They stayed like that for ten minutes until Miranda regained her composure. Becca lay down next to her roommate and they talked late into the night about Donkey, and other boys and life in general. They fell asleep like that, both needing the comfort and acceptance, and feeling like long-lost sisters. 

******************** 

A week later 

Becca woke up and glanced over at Miranda, who was still sleeping. She couldn't help smiling, thinking of the progress they had made in their relationship. They were closer now than she had EVER thought they would be. They talked every day. Miranda wasn't cold or sarcastic anymore. And she smiled. Becca thought that losing Donkey was probably the best thing that had ever happened to Miranda, even if she didn't realize it yet. 

She jumped out of bed and threw on a t-shirt. She always slept naked now. Miranda didn't seem to mind as much, as long as she wasn't being a full-blown nudist about it. Give her time, Becca thought with a devious smile. She grabbed her shower stuff and headed down the hall. 

She looked up and down the hallway. There was no one around. She wasn't even halfway to the bathroom yet, when on impulse, she pulled her t-shirt over her head. She was now walking in public completely nude. She glanced nervously toward both ends of the hall. She was still alone. Just as she came within twenty feet of the bathroom, the outside door banged open at the end of the hallway in front of her. She dashed toward the bathroom, slipping inside just before she heard the voices of what sounded like a large group of guys. Her heart was beating out of her chest and she was shaking from almost getting caught. 

She went into the shower stall and closed the curtain, then stood there staring at it. She reopened it about six inches. Exhibitionism, she realized, was like crack. It was addictive as hell and she needed it as surely as she needed air. 

Making another unbreakable pact with herself, she opened the curtain another six inches and settled back against the tile, facing outward, and began to touch herself. She would not stop no matter who saw her. 

Working into a rhythm, she felt high. The thought that she could get caught at any moment was nerve-wracking and exciting at the same time. She reached down and plunged two fingers inside herself as she worked her clit with her thumb. The heat began in her pelvis and radiated outward as she started to quietly moan. 

The bathroom door opened. Becca's heart leaped in her chest, but she didn't stop playing with herself. She wondered who it could be. Her eyes were glued to the gap in the curtain, which was open wide enough that it didn't offer any privacy at all. The footsteps sounded closer. She hoped that whoever it was wouldn't freak out on her. Finally, Kelsey the redhead appeared, stopping short and staring at Becca with wide eyes. 

Becca, feeling somewhat relieved, returned her gaze and masturbated brazenly. Kelsey set her stuff on the ledge outside of the stall, pulled her nightshirt over her head and stepped into Becca's shower, closing the curtain behind her. 

Becca was shocked that Kelsey had joined her, but she refused to end her wanton display. She couldn't. It was forbidden. That was the rule. 

Kelsey stepped into the water, soaking her hair and body, and stared into Becca's eyes. Then she knelt down and looked directly at the sexy, masturbating brunette's hand moving feverishly across her clit. She reached up and parted Becca's legs, pushing them out further. 

Becca was now almost straddling Kelsey. She was so turned on that this girl, whom she didn't even know, was watching her masturbate—even going as far as spreading her legs further apart so she could have a better view. Kelsey moved her face within inches of Becca's vulva, staring in rapt fascination with her mouth agape, getting the real 3-D experience. 

Becca was close. She began to pant as her stomach muscles tightened up. She was pumping her fingers in and out of her vagina while she was strumming her clit. She stared down into Kelsey's big green eyes and her orgasm began to pulse inside her womb. With one final burst of friction, her fingers dragged the explosion to the surface. She yanked her fingers out of her pussy and a burst of girl-cum shot out of her and sprayed onto Kelsey's face and into her open mouth. 

Startled, Kelsey dropped back on her elbows. Becca moaned loudly and rode the shockwaves as they ripped through her groin. 

Kelsey was licking her lips, having tasted vaginal fluid for the first time in her life. Becca reached down shakily and pulled her up to her feet. 

"I'm so sorry. I didn't know that was going to happen. Sometimes it does, and sometimes it doesn't. It just depends on how turned on I am." 

Kelsey wiped her face off. "That's okay. It shocked me, is all. That was the hottest thing I've ever seen!" Becca laughed. 

They washed and conditioned each other's hair, Becca commenting on how beautiful Kelsey's was. Kelsey thanked her shyly as she began to soap up her body. 




Becca's Freshman Experience Ch. 01



"So, why the massive fire-bush?" Becca asked as she washed herself. 

Kelsey blushed. "I've never shaved it before. I wouldn't know how to begin." 

"You should let me help you with that," Becca offered. 

Kelsey turned even redder. "You would do that? Help me shave my privates?" 

"Sure. Hang on." She reached for her shower caddy in the corner and grabbed out a small pair of scissors. She couldn't believe she had just offered to shave another girl. Becca had never touched a vagina other than her own. 

Kelsey, who didn't realize that Becca was going to help her right then and there, was taken aback. Becca knelt down in front of the redhead and began clipping off large chunks of pubic hair. Within minutes, Kelsey's bush was trimmed down to within a half inch of her skin. For the first time, she could look down and actually see her labia. 

"Oh, wow," she exclaimed. "Thank you." 

"I'm not done," Becca replied. She grabbed some shaving gel and began rubbing it all over Kelsey's crotch. The redhead stared in surprise and jumped as Becca's fingers brushed against her clit. After she had applied a generous amount of gel, she took a razor out of her caddy and began shaving the fine red hair. She had to rinse the blade after every couple strokes, but eventually, Becca had the front of Kelsey's lips as smooth as a baby's behind. 

Becca commanded her to sit on the floor and spread her legs. Kelsey was getting visibly aroused. Her nipples were hard little buttons and her lips were red and swollen. Becca continued her grooming session, cleaning up along the outside of Kelsey's outer labia, and getting the stragglers on the inside as well. She told Kelsey to get on her knees and turn around. Kelsey obeyed and Becca spread her cheeks, shaving every last hair around the redhead's puckered little asshole. Finally she was finished and she had Kelsey stand up. 

"How does it feel?" Becca asked. 

Kelsey ran her fingers over the newly shaved area, stunned at the difference in sensation. "It feels amazing," she said. The more she touched herself, the more turned on she got. 

Becca reached out and felt Kelsey's pussy lips. "It does feel smooth. I guess I did a pretty good job," she smiled. She ran her fingers all over the redhead's private parts, feeling for stray hairs. 

Kelsey closed her eyes and leaned against the tile. All of the sensation in her whole body was concentrated under Becca's touch. 

Becca knew exactly what she was doing to Kelsey, even though she couldn't believe she was doing it. She ran her hand over the outside of her vulva, sliding two of her fingers inside the ginger's lips. She rubbed over the inner labia, stroking her clit on each up-stroke. Kelsey moaned and a shiver ran through her body. Becca began to concentrate fully on the little nub at the top, flicking the tip of her middle finger every so lightly across it. Kelsey's abdomen tensed up. She stared Becca in the eyes with a pleading look. Becca smiled at her and moved her finger more rapidly. Kelsey grabbed Becca's arm, pulling her hand in closer toward her sex. 

Becca knelt in front of Kelsey and slipped two fingers inside her pussy, using her thumb to continue the assault against her clit. Her other hand pressed above Kelsey's pubic bone, willing the orgasm from her womb. Kelsey's face scrunched up into a frozen, silent scream and she bucked wildly against Becca's hand. Becca felt the warm fluid release over her fingers and she smiled. Chalk off another first. 

As Kelsey came down from her orgasm, Becca brought her fingers to her nose. Kelsey's vagina smelled slightly different than her own. She stuck her fingers in her mouth and immediately noticed the tang. The taste was much sharper than hers, but it didn't taste bad. It was just different. 

The girls rinsed off and dried each other with their towels. Then they dressed and grabbed their shower caddies. 

"Thank you, so much, Becca," Kelsey said with orgasm-sleepy eyes. She gave her a big hug. 

"You're welcome," she replied. "It will be a lot easier to keep that trimmed up now." 

Kelsey nodded and they walked out of the bathroom together. Kelsey's room was just a few doors down and before they parted, Becca said, "Let me see it one more time." 

Kelsey's eyes widened and she looked up and down the hallway. "Here?" she asked. 

"Yes, right here. Let me see it." 

Kelsey nervously looked to both ends of the hallway again and then quickly lifted up the hem of her nightshirt. Her newly shaven vulva practically glowed. Becca gave her a 'thumbs up' and winked as she turned to walk back to her room. 

When she opened her door, Miranda was awake. 

"You were gone for a while," Miranda said. 

"Yeah...sometimes you just want to enjoy the hot water, you know?" Becca smiled at her and whipped the t-shirt over her head. Miranda turned her eyes away as her roommate changed. Over the last week, since their night of bonding, Becca had been slowly exposing Miranda to more and more of her body. Miranda was accepting it better than she had been before, but she still didn't seem exactly comfortable. 

Becca took her time picking out something to wear. She caught Miranda a couple times looking out of the corner of her eye at her ass and it made her smile. A couple of days ago she had reorganized so that her panties were in the bottom drawer instead of the top. She bent over deeply, pawing through her large assortment of thongs, bikinis and hipsters, exposing her pussy and asshole to Miranda. Becca settled on a pink thong and stood up. Miranda's face looked flushed and Becca knew that the Goth girl had seen exactly what she had intended her to see. 

Since her breakup with Donkey, Miranda had been dressing a little less emo every day. Her makeup wasn't quite as heavy and she had taken out the lip and eyebrow piercings. She still had way too many earrings in, but Becca was confident she could eventually get her to downsize. She hadn't painted her nails either, and the black polish was chipped and nasty looking. 

Becca slipped on the thong and then said, "Miranda, why don't you let me paint your nails?" 

Miranda glanced at her roommate and then looked away quickly, realizing she wasn't yet wearing a bra. "You don't have to do that," she said shyly. "I'm not even showered. I just woke up." 

"Well, go get a shower! I'll run out and get us breakfast and then we can do your nails. They are starting to look like shit...and honestly, you need to experience something other than black." 

Miranda rolled her eyes. "I suppose you want to turn me into a pretty pink princess." 

"You don't have to wear pink if you don't want to, but there are a ton of other colors to choose from. Come on, girl. Move your ass!" She smiled and grabbed her friend's hands, pulling her out of bed. 

Miranda wore sweats and a t-shirt to bed every night, so she didn't even have to get dressed. With a groan, she grudgingly slipped into her shower shoes, grabbed her tiny bathroom caddy—tiny in comparison to Becca's, anyway—and headed for the showers. 

Becca rifled through her drawers and came up with an opaque t-shirt emblazoned with the word 'PINK' across the chest. It was practically see-through, and intended to be worn over another shirt. She slipped it over her head and looked in the mirror. Between the screen printed letters, her pink nipples were hard and clearly visible. The thought of wearing the shirt in public turned her on immensely and she felt a small release of fluid into her thong. Her fingers moved between her legs and she could feel the dampness through the thin material. She rubbed herself for a couple seconds and then tried to refocus. 

She pulled on some pale blue booty shorts and stepped into a pair of well-worn sandals. Heart pounding, she grabbed her keys and wallet and stepped outside for her first experience in public exhibition. The good thing about Texas was that even in the fall, it was still pretty damn hot. 

As she passed people on the sidewalk, guys and girls, she realized that most didn't even notice her. Occasionally, she would get a double-take and then disbelief as they leered at her chest. Every time that happened, her nipples stood out even harder and her thong was freshly moistened. 

She walked into the dining hall and stood in line to run her meal card. They guy in front of her glanced back and his eyes widened. Becca simply smiled at him. He smiled back and stuck out his hand. 

"Hi. I'm D.J." 

"Becca. Nice to meet you." She shook his hand and noticed his warm, firm grip. He had blond hair, an athletic build, and dreamy blue eyes. Her vagina was pleased. 

"I haven't seen you around. Are you new?" 

"I'm a freshman. Just started a few weeks ago." 

"Freshman?" He smiled again and his eyes flicked down to her breasts and then back up. "Nice." 

She bit her lower lip. His stares were lighting a fire between her legs. 

"Umm..." he whispered, "do you realize that your shirt is...uh...kind of...see-through?" 

"Yep," she replied simply. 

"Oh. Okay, then. Right on!" He lifted his hand up in a 'high five' and she slapped it. 

They made their way up to the register and the girl took their meal cards—first D.J.'s, and then Becca's. After the cashier handed their cards back, they stepped out of the way of the other people in line and D.J. stopped. 

"Are you eating here? Do you want to get a table?" he asked. 

"I'm just grabbing take-out for my roommate and me. Sorry. Maybe next time." 

"Yeah, definitely," he replied, looking slightly disappointed. 

"Let me see your phone," Becca instructed. D.J. handed it over and she entered her number. "Text me." 

"Absolutely," he said with a smile. 

They stood there awkwardly for a few seconds until he said, "Well, Becca, I hope to see...a lot more of you..." Check. 

"I'm sure you will," she replied. Checkmate. 

Becca reddened and turned away to get the food she came here for. She grabbed two breakfast sandwiches and bottles of orange juice for the both of them. As she was leaving the dining hall she glanced toward D.J. and he waved. He had been watching her. She waved back and headed back to her dorm, feeling horny. When she walked in to her room, Miranda was nude. 

"Shit, Becca!" she screamed and dove onto her bed, pulling the sheets over herself, covering her nudity. Becca had gotten a quick look at the petite girl's cute little ass, and even a flash of her pubic hair before she dove for cover. 

"Sorry. How did I know you were lounging around with your tits out?" she said with a smirk, setting breakfast on her night stand. 

"I wasn't lounging around...I was changing. How about some privacy?" 

Becca smiled and thought about the fact that not too long ago she had had the same hang-ups about her own body. She sat down on the edge of her bed, covered her eyes with her hands and said, "Not looking." 

"Seriously, Becca. Don't look. I'm not like you. I can't just 'be naked' in front of people. 

"Okay! I'm not looking!" Through the cracks between her fingers she was totally looking. 

Miranda crawled out from under the blankets and Becca was gifted with a very brief crotch shot. Miranda had a trimmed landing strip above her vulva, and full, meaty pussy lips. Becca also saw her breasts, which must have been a serious C-cup, with chocolate brown nipples. When Miranda walked to her dresser Becca scoped out her behind. The pale little bum was smaller than her own rosy cheeked ass, but it was a perfect size for Miranda's small frame. The thinner cheeks flexed with dimples when she walked and when the waif bent over to slip on her underwear, her dark little asshole winked at Becca. 

Seeing her roommate nude for the first time had Becca's heart beating fast and made her thighs squeeze together. The little Goth girl had no idea how cute and sexy she really was. Unfortunately, she was constantly covered up in black, leaving nothing exposed, with those damn biker boots on her feet. Becca needed to change this. 

"Are you done?" she asked impatiently. 

"No! Hold on!" Miranda put on a bra that was built for industrial coverage. It looked like something out of the sixties. Then she slipped into a baggy pair of black pants and pulled a white sleeveless man's undershirt over the bra. Lastly she threw a flannel shirt over top, leaving it unbuttoned. "Okay." 

Becca's hands fell from her face which was now red from excitement. She had seen everything the girl had to offer and she liked what she had seen—except for Miranda's outfit. That was shit. She handed her roommate a breakfast sandwich and a carton of orange juice. 

"Thanks," she replied with a smile and noticed Becca's shirt. "Holy shit, Becca, did you wear that outside?" 

"Yeah. Do you like it?" 

"Umm...I can clearly see your nipples..." 

"Oh yeah," Becca replied as if looking at it for the first time. "May as well not even have it on, I guess." She pulled her shirt over her head and threw it on the bed. 

Miranda's eyes bugged out and she looked away. "Becca..." 

"Miranda...look at me." 

There was no way she could look at Becca topless, she thought to herself. She shook her head. 

"Miranda. I have A-cup boobs. I'm practically a boy on top. I would kill to have your tits." She moved her hand in a circular motion above her chest. "Nothing here is going to scar your eyes." 

Miranda hesitated and then glanced at Becca. She looked away again. Becca cleared her throat and Miranda returned her gaze to the taller girl's chest. Her breasts were small, there was no doubt. Her areolas were pink and puffy and the nipples stood out like little pencil erasers. Looking at her roommate's naked chest made her heart beat harder and gave her butterflies in her stomach. Becca continued eating her breakfast, acting like it was no big deal, so after a brief tug-of-war within herself, Miranda did the same. 

After they ate, Becca pulled out a box containing more nail polish bottles than Miranda had ever seen, along with all the accessories. She sat cross-legged on her bed and said, "Okay, Cruella, let's fix those nails." 

Miranda gave her the stink-eye over the nickname, but walked over and sat opposite Becca on her bed. Becca used nail polish remover on her fingernails, taking off all remnants of the black lacquer, and then proceeded to file them. 

Miranda kept stealing little glances at Becca's chest. She had to admit that Becca's little nipples were cute...and the fact that they seemed to be constantly hard was a huge turn-on. As a matter of fact, it was getting awfully warm in the room. Miranda pulled off her flannel shirt and tossed it aside, eliciting a grin from Becca. 

Becca applied a base coat and then told Miranda to pick a color. 

"How about black?" she said with a smart-ass grin. 

"How about 'fuck no'," Becca replied. "It has to be a fun color—nothing dark or depressing. Pick something bright." 

Miranda was lost in the multitude of choices, so Becca chose a warm rose color for her. She applied two coats of nail polish, and then spread a top coat on to seal it. Finally she dipped a Q-tip in nail polish remover and touched up around the nails. 

When she was done, Miranda whistled. "Damn, Becca, you should do this professionally." 

Becca beamed at the compliment and said, "Okay, let's do your toes." 

Miranda's face dropped like a stone. "No...no...we definitely don't need to do my toes. No one is going to see my toes. It doesn't make any sense. They are covered up all the time. I don't even own any open-toed shoes." 

Becca waited until she was through protesting and said, "It doesn't matter. YOU will know they are done and it will make you feel better. Trust me. Besides, you don't have to wear shoes when you are in the room with me." She eyed her roommate's feet. She couldn't wait to touch them. 

Miranda looked extremely uncomfortable. "My feet are gross, Becca. They never see the sunlight and they are always inside my boots. You do not want to touch my feet." 

'I want to suck your toes like there's no tomorrow," she thought to herself. Instead, she settled on, "Feet are not 'gross' to me, Miranda. I don't get disgusted by them like other people do. It's totally fine." She smiled at the irony of the situation. A few months ago she was in Miranda's place as the student, with her stepdad teaching her to embrace her body. 

Miranda's face was beet-red with embarrassment. Becca patted her knee. Reluctantly, she uncrossed her legs and put her bare foot on Becca's thigh. 

Becca's breath caught in her throat. Miranda had the cutest little feet and the prettiest toes she had ever seen. She wrapped her hands around the gorgeous pink foot in front of her and ran her thumbs along the pads at the top. Because Miranda kept her feet inside shoes and socks at all times, they were luxuriously smooth, without a hint of a callous or blemish anywhere. Becca was in lust. She wanted to wrap her lips and tongue around those toes in the worst way, but she knew if she did, it would freak Miranda out past any point of reconciliation. 

Miranda felt Becca's hands on her foot and her stomach twisted. She was waiting for her friend to push her away in disgust, but it never happened. Instead, Becca looked like she was in a trance, staring at her foot like an archaeologist who had just discovered a lost artifact. She rubbed the bottom of Miranda's foot with her thumbs and it felt so good. No one in her life had ever offered to rub her feet and she fantasized over what it might feel like. Miranda closed her eyes losing herself in the tactile sensation of being touched by Becca's hands. 

Miranda's reaction was a total surprise to Becca. Her roommate's eyes were closed and she was swaying slightly as Becca touched her foot. She needed to take advantage of this. Gently, she pushed on Miranda's chest. Her eyes flew open and she realized that Becca wanted her to lie down. She complied, sinking into the blankets at the foot of her roommate's bed. Becca began to massage her foot, running her thumbs up and down the sole. She squeezed and rubbed her heel and then ran her hands all around the entire foot. Miranda responded deliciously. 

She was in heaven. This felt better than sex. She couldn't believe she was allowing Becca to touch her feet in this intimate way, but Becca didn't seem to mind, so she relaxed and went with the flow. 

Becca worked her way up to the pads, rubbing them in a circular motion with her thumbs. Miranda was lying flat on the bed with her eyes closed, moaning softly, so Becca concentrated on her toes. She twisted and pulled on each toe, spreading them apart and running her thumbs between. Miranda's eyebrows crinkled and she gasped, but didn't open her eyes. Gently, she set the foot on her thigh and picked up the other. She worked it in the same ways, eliciting more sounds of pleasure from her roommate. After massaging the toes of the second foot, she went back to the first and massaged some more. 

Miranda was almost in orgasmic territory. Not truly, but it sure felt incredible. She wanted to touch herself so badly but she would never in a million years do that in front of her roommate. Becca obviously had some experience with this. She was gifted. Miranda didn't know what to do with herself, other than to lie back and submit to Becca's touch. 

Becca was on fire. She looked down at her crotch and was surprised to see that nothing had leaked through her shorts. She was so close to molesting this girl's feet with her mouth... Leaning her face in, she gently kissed the bottom of Miranda's foot. 

Miranda's eyes flew open. Did she feel what she thought she felt? Did Becca kiss her foot? She was just about to sit up when Becca smiled and said, "You have beautiful feet, Miranda." 

Becca continued to massage her ankle, staring into her roommate's eyes. "Your feet are the softest I have ever felt. You have no callouses or dry skin. They are pink and absolutely gorgeous. You should definitely not be self-conscious about them." 




Becca's Freshman Experience Ch. 01



Miranda didn't know what to say, and she was shocked again when Becca rubbed her cheek against the bottom of her foot. This was freaky. Weird. But somehow, with Becca, it made sense. She watched in silence as Becca peppered her toes with little kisses. Suddenly Miranda's nipples hardened and she squeezed her thighs together as she felt some wetness enter her panties. 

Becca was loving every minute of this. She brought both of Miranda's freshly showered feet, which smelled of body soap, to her face and rubbed them on her cheeks. It was surprising to her that Miranda hadn't stopped her yet. She didn't know how far she could take it, but she was willing to test the boundaries. As she was kissing the bottom of her big toe, she slipped her tongue out ever so slightly and swiped it across the warm skin. It tasted clean and delicious. 

Miranda definitely felt that. Becca licked her toe. She sat up in the bed and pulled her feet back down out of Becca's hands. 

Getting the hint, Becca said, "Okay, enough nonsense. Let's get these toenails painted." 

Miranda relaxed again as Becca began to go through the process of painting her nails. She lay back down on the bed with her arms crossed behind her head, watching Becca work. After a while, Becca was finished and her nails were dry. She pulled them close to her face to see the same excellent workmanship that Becca had displayed on her fingernails. 

"This is awesome, Becca. It's just a shame that no one will see them. Like I said, I don't even own any sandals or anything." 

"Well, mine are too big for you, but we might be able to come up with something." 

Miranda smiled. She hadn't covered her face with black makeup yet and Becca thought she looked absolutely gorgeous. 

"Hold still," Becca said. 

"Why?" Miranda asked. 

Becca grabbed her makeup case and scooted close to Miranda so that their knees were touching. She began to apply some foundation to her face, evening out her skin tone. Next, she added a little color to her cheekbones so she didn't look so pale. Working with a couple different shades of eye shadow, she blended them into a warm, sultry look. Becca then applied eyeliner to Miranda's eyes, starting thin and ending slightly thicker at the outside, finishing with a touch of mascara for her lashes. She covered her lips with a rose colored lipstick that matched her nails. Grabbing her brush, she styled Miranda's hair, using a couple clips to pin it up in a cute style. Finally, she removed all but the bottommost pair of Miranda's earrings. Becca grabbed her hand and pulled her off the bed, standing her in front of the mirror. Becca stood behind her and rested her chin on Miranda's shoulder, wrapping her arms around the tiny girl's waist and hugging her tightly, while staring in the mirror with her. 

"Look at yourself," Becca said. "You are absolutely stunning. You should not be covering up this beautiful face with all that black shit. You are sexy, Miranda." 

Miranda was speechless. She didn't look like herself. Gone was the heavy black eye makeup and lipstick. Her hair wasn't punk anymore. It was cute. And her face...it looked like the face of a model in a magazine. For the first time in her life, she looked in the mirror and saw beauty, and the tears started to fall. She pulled Becca's arms more tightly around herself and sunk into her embrace. She could feel Becca's hard nipples pressing into her back through her undershirt. 

Becca was on the verge of tears herself, watching her friend embrace this new experience. She hugged her tightly, burying her face in Miranda's neck. She smelled so good. Becca was completely caught off guard by what happened next. 

Miranda eased herself out of Becca's embrace, turned around, grabbed Becca's face in her hands and planted a huge kiss on her lips. 

Becca's eyes shot wide open when Miranda kissed her...and kissed her...and kissed her. Miranda moaned into her lips and jammed her tongue into Becca's mouth. Oh shit, Becca thought. This was about to get real. 

To be continued...



Becca's Freshman Experience Ch. 02



'What the hell is happening?' Becca thought to herself. She had just given her roommate, Miranda, a makeover and now they were making out! 

A couple weeks ago, she and Miranda were new freshman roommates who had been placed together by the college. Miranda was an emo little Goth girl and Becca was what Miranda referred to as a "Barbie". They were from two different worlds and things had gotten off to a rocky start. To say that they tolerated each other was an understatement. 

About a week ago Miranda had broken up with her douchebag boyfriend and she and Becca had had a night of bonding that had done wonders for their relationship. Since then, things had been great. They had been able to talk like friends and they grew closer every day. 

Becca had even been slowly exposing the extremely self-conscious Miranda to more and more of her body in the hopes that she would get accustomed to seeing her naked. She wanted to be able to hang out in their room in the buff without it bothering Miranda. 

After running out for breakfast this morning, Becca had returned to the room and walked in on her naked roommate. Miranda had just taken a shower and was in the process of dressing when Becca had caught her in her birthday suit. Miranda had freaked out and immediately covered up. She forced Becca to cover her eyes so that she felt comfortable enough to put her clothes on. Unbeknownst to Miranda, Becca had watched her dress through the cracks between her fingers. 

Miranda was short and petite—waifish, even. She had short black hair, C-cup breasts and a small butt. Normally, she was in full death metal mode: punk-styled hair, heavy, dark eye makeup and lipstick, facial piercings, black nail polish, and black clothing. She was the polar opposite of Becca, who was tall and thin, had A-cup boobs and a nice, round booty, and dressed summery, but stylish. 

Once Miranda had dressed, Becca decided to give her a makeover. She painted Miranda's fingernails a lovely rose color. After much cajoling, she had even talked her into letting her paint her toenails, but not before she massaged them, perving out over Miranda's feet, kissing and playing with them intimately. After Miranda's toenails were painted, Becca gave her a complete makeover, showing her how to fix her makeup and hair so that it was much more flattering than her usual look. They stood in the mirror, Becca topless, looking at the new Miranda, when suddenly the shorter girl's tongue was in Becca's mouth. 

Miranda held Becca's face in her hands, kissing her deeply. Becca was extremely surprised, but went along with it, even though she had never kissed a girl like this before. Miranda's tongue lunged into Becca's mouth and she parried with her own—a wet, passionate, oral swordfight. 

Miranda's hands worked their way down Becca's neck and shoulders, rubbing and touching, until Becca grabbed them and placed them on her breasts. Miranda shivered in excitement, squeezing Becca's little boobs and stroking the nipples with her thumbs. Becca moaned into her mouth, grabbing Miranda's ass. 

Miranda finally broke their kiss and pressed her lips to Becca's left nipple, sucking on it while playing with the right. Becca was creaming in her panties as she grabbed the bottom edge of Miranda's undershirt. Miranda lifted her arms and allowed Becca to pull it over her head. Becca swiftly unlatched the three hooks in the back of Miranda's industrial-strength bra and yanked the straps over her shoulders. 

Suddenly, Miranda crossed her arms over her chest, preventing the bra from falling and exposing her, a look of fear and regret showing on her face. She backed away, shaking. 

"What's wrong?" Becca asked. 

"I'm sorry...I shouldn't have done that," she responded nervously. 

"You didn't do anything wrong, Miranda..." 

Miranda turned away from Becca and fixed her bra, hooking it together in the back. She pulled her undershirt on, throwing the flannel shirt from earlier back over her shoulders. 

"Miranda, talk to me..." Becca pleaded, touching her on the arm. 

"I can't right now. I'm sorry." She stepped into her clunky black boots and ran out the door without looking back. 

Becca sighed to herself. She had been so turned on that she would have allowed Miranda to do anything she had wanted. It saddened her, making her wonder how this was going to affect their friendship. 

Her thong was completely soaked, so she pulled off her shorts and changed into different panties. Feeling a little despondent, she didn't bother wearing anything risky or see-through and just dressed normally for her first class. She hoped that Miranda would be here when she got back. 

******************** 

Becca had been back to her room three times throughout the day and there had been no signs that Miranda had returned. She had even texted and called her phone numerous times with no response. She was beginning to get worried. It was now after 8pm and she was finished with her last class, so she headed back to the dorm room to check again. If she still wasn't there...she wasn't sure what to do. 

She turned her key in the door and breathed an audible sigh of relief to see her roommate on her bed studying, earbuds in her ears. She was in sweats and a t-shirt and all of her makeup was scrubbed off for the night. 

When Becca walked in, the other girl barely acknowledged her. Becca set her backpack on her bed and sat down on the edge of Miranda's. Tired of Miranda ignoring her, Becca yanked the earbuds out of her ears. 

"Hey!" the Goth girl scowled. "What's your problem?" 

"What's my problem? You ran out of here this morning and I haven't seen or heard from you all day. I know you were upset. I was worried about you!" 

"I'm not upset. Nothing is wrong," Miranda replied nonchalantly and began to put the earbuds back in. 

"Miranda! Talk to me!" Becca was beginning to get angry. 

"There's nothing to talk about, Barbie!" her roommate said with a sneer. 

Becca was flabbergasted. And hurt. "Is that how it is between us now? We were growing so close, Miranda! I counted you as my friend. And now we're back to square one?" 

Miranda's eyes lowered to her chest. She couldn't look Becca in the eyes. 

Becca grabbed her hands and pleaded with her. "Please talk to me..." 

"What do you want me to say?" Miranda muttered. "I'm embarrassed. I shouldn't have kissed you, let alone...you know..." 

"Miranda, I didn't mind. I liked it! I was just as into it as you were. What happened?" 

Miranda stared at her taller, gorgeous roommate with sad eyes. "Let me ask you something. Have you ever been with a girl?" 

Becca thought about that morning in the shower with Kelsey. She had shaved her private parts for her and then used her fingers to make the girl come. But she didn't really think that counted as 'being with someone'. 

"Not really," she said. 

"Well, I have. I'm bisexual. Before I was with Donkey, I had a six-month relationship with a girl in my high school." Miranda stared defiantly into Becca's eyes, sure that she was going to treat her differently now that she knew her secret. 

"Okay...so what? Even though I've never been with a girl, that doesn't mean I've never thought about it. Why is this a problem?" 

"It's a problem, because I'm falling for you," she admitted, averting her eyes from Becca's gaze. 

Becca was floored. She didn't know what to say, so she wrapped her arms around her roommate and hugged her close. Miranda rested her head on Becca's shoulder. They stayed that way for a minute when Becca asked her if she could join her in bed. She nodded her head, so Becca stripped off to her bra and panties and crawled under the covers, pulling them up to their necks. They faced each other, sharing a pillow. 

Becca kissed Miranda gently on the lips and said, "Thank you for telling me." 

"But you don't feel the same, do you?" Miranda whispered. 

"Only because I don't really feel like I'm ready to be in a committed relationship with anyone right now, boy OR girl. This is college. I want to live life to the fullest and be open to all kinds of experiences. But don't take that the wrong way. I adore you, Miranda. You are beautiful...and I sure enjoyed what happened between us this morning. I'm completely open to exploring our friendship in every way we possibly can...even experimenting..." She smiled and let her words sink in. 

Miranda looked at her and said, "You are so fucking gorgeous..." 

Becca wrapped her arms around her petite girlfriend, pulling her into an embrace and said, "I love you." 

The way Becca said those words left Miranda understanding perfectly what she meant. They were more than friends, but not dating—at least, not yet. 

They talked long into the night and fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms with their legs intertwined like twin sisters in the womb. 

******************** 

The next morning Becca woke up to gentle kisses on her neck and a smooth, warm hand drawing lazy circles over her stomach. Becca smiled and stretched, popping the clasp on her bra and tossing it to the floor. Miranda stared at her warily, but Becca grasped Miranda's hand and placed it on her bare breast. Taking that as permission, she ran her hands over Becca's chest, fingering the perpetually hard nipples. She wrapped her lips around a puffy, pink areola and sucked it into her mouth. Becca moaned, grabbing Miranda's hair and pushing her face harder into her breast. She pulled the bottom of Miranda's t-shirt up and over her head. The only barrier left between Becca and those C-cup breasts was her roommate's industrial strength bra. Miranda looked frightened, so Becca reassured her with tender kisses on her face. Sitting up slightly, Miranda allowed Becca to release the three hooks in the back. She pulled the sheet up to her chin, sliding out of the bra, and dropped it off the side of the bed. 

"Let me look at you," Becca whispered. 

Miranda shivered nervously. "I don't look like you, Becca. Your nipples are puffy and pink and they are beautiful." 

"I think everything about you is beautiful, Miranda. Trust me...please..." 

Miranda closed her eyes and exhaled, working up her courage, and then pulled the sheet slowly down to her stomach. 

Becca's breath caught in her throat. Miranda's breasts were full and round with large brown areolas and nipples that were like tiny buttons. Becca reached out and grasped one in her hands, feeling the fullness and weight, and then touched the nipple, which hardened under her thumb. She leaned her head down and peppered it with kisses, licking the areola and teasing the nipple with her tongue. She sucked it into her mouth and Miranda moaned in pleasure. 

"You are so hot, Miranda. Seeing your breasts up close is breathtaking." 

Miranda smiled and then a confused look crossed her face. "What do you mean 'up close'? 

Becca opened her mouth but nothing came out. She realized she had misspoken just as soon as the words had crossed her lips. She figured it was better to be honest than to try and come up with some convoluted lie that was going to get her into more trouble. "Umm...I might have seen you changing yesterday morning..." 

Miranda's mouth opened in shock. "You said you weren't looking! Bitch! How much did you see?" 

Becca smiled guiltily and simply shrugged her shoulders. 

Miranda's hand shot to her face and covered her eyes. "Ugh! I can't believe you've seen me naked!" 

"Well, you've seen ME naked...it's no big deal." 

"I can't HELP seeing you naked...you're ALWAYS naked!" Miranda quipped. At least she was smiling, so Becca was pretty sure she wasn't too upset. 

"Well, since we've both seen each other naked..." Becca reached under the covers and pulled her panties off, tossing them away. 

A cold chill ran through Miranda's body as she considered what she was about to do. Then, like jumping into a swimming pool, she quickly pulled off her sweats and panties. They were both completely nude under the sheets. Becca entwined her legs into Miranda's, snugging her thigh up against the smaller girl's moist pussy. Miranda inhaled deeply, heart beating wildly. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed. 

After a few minutes of making out, Becca pulled back and said, "Let's take this slow. You need to be patient with me. I've only ever been with guys. I've never gone down on a girl before. I'm curious...but I'm nervous, too. I don't want anything else to come between us like it did yesterday. I love you too much." 

Miranda nodded and kissed Becca once again. Becca had to admit, rubbing her thigh on Miranda's pussy was turning her on. She reached down and touched herself. She was soaking wet. As she began running her fingers between her lower lips, she noticed Miranda doing the same. Both girls were masturbating, staring into each other's eyes. Becca was so turned on... She could hear the sloppy wet sounds coming from both of them underneath the sheets. 

Becca tossed off the sheet and Miranda's eyes got wide, her hand freezing in place. Becca turned onto her back, spreading her legs, and kept right on fingering herself. Miranda squeezed her legs together and rubbed her nipples. She wanted to continue masturbating but she was embarrassed. She watched Becca, who began moaning softly. Her eyes were glassy and her face was flushed. She was close to orgasm and she didn't care that Miranda saw her torrid sex act. Miranda drew strength from her friend's uninhibited nature and bit the bullet. She opened her legs obscenely wide, throwing one over Becca's, and started rubbing her clit with furious abandon. Becca smiled and kissed her. Within minutes they came—Becca first, then Miranda. When Becca's orgasm hit, she crushed her lips to Miranda's and moaned into her mouth, wave after wave squeezing the walls of her vagina. Miranda watched Becca come and it sent her over the top. She whimpered and shoved her tongue into Becca's mouth, the contractions rippling through her core. As the tension left their bodies, they relaxed in each other's arms, breathing heavily and trembling. Becca smiled at Miranda and kissed the sweat from her forehead. 

Becca was already thinking about a shower and she told Miranda about her previous escapades in the bathroom. Miranda was shocked to hear about the self-imposed exhibitionism game Becca played with herself, but she was even more shocked to hear about the redhead who had joined her. 

"What do you think? Do you want to try it?" Becca asked with a devilish grin. 

Miranda shook her head. There was no way she was going to masturbate with the shower curtain open. 

"How about this idea..." Becca explained her idea to Miranda and spent the next couple of minutes convincing her to give it a try. 

******************** 

The roommates walked toward the bathroom in their long t-shirts and shower shoes. When they got to Kelsey's room, Becca knocked. The redhead answered the door half-asleep. 

"Party's in three minutes, bitch. Be there or be square!" Becca lifted her shirt and flashed Kelsey her vagina, then she and Miranda headed to the bathroom. 

That was the bucket of ice water Kelsey needed. Suddenly fully alert, she grabbed her shower caddy and trotted off to the showers. 

******************** 

Becca pulled her shirt over her head and stepped into the shower stall. Miranda hesitated, shivering. 

"It's now or never, baby!" she said, winking at Miranda. 

"I can't believe I agreed to this! I don't think I can do it, Becca..." 

"You will be fine. Even if you don't want to join Kelsey and me, you can at least shower with us!" 

Miranda sighed dramatically and quickly pulled her shirt over her head. She jumped into the shower stall and pulled the curtain shut. Kelsey showed up thirty seconds later and without hesitation, joined the other girls. Becca introduced Kelsey to Miranda, who was doing her best to cover herself up. She eventually gave up all attempts at modesty, since she was finding it impossible to take a shower without exposing herself to the other girls. 

They took turns wetting their bodies in the spray and washed each other's hair. Becca squirted some body soap into her hand and began rubbing it all over Miranda's chest. The smaller girl's face reddened, but she didn't stop her friend from touching her. While Becca was busy with Miranda's front, Kelsey started washing Becca's back, working her way down to her behind. She washed Becca's round cheeks and slid her hand down her ass crack and between her legs. Becca purred at Kelsey's touch and backed Miranda against the tiled wall, kissing her. She washed between Miranda's legs and she responded with a sigh. After Becca and Miranda were all soaped up, Becca washed up the hot ginger's body. They all shaved and then Becca stared at Kelsey and nodded. 

Becca leaned against the tile and spread her legs. Her hand instinctively found her clit and she began to rub around it in a circular motion. Kelsey backed up to the side wall and began touching herself as well. Miranda stared at the two of them with wide eyes and stood there self-consciously covering herself up. 

As the taller girls worked themselves into a rhythm, Miranda's hand wandered to her pussy. Maybe she could try it. She hated that she was so timid and she didn't like being left out. She rubbed her clit with two fingers and thought her heart would explode from a lifetime of guilt from being told that this was wrong and dirty. To be touching her pussy in public was shameful...and erotic. 

Becca began to moan softly while Kelsey was making cooing noises of her own. And Miranda, to her dismay, was actually masturbating in a shower stall with two other girls—one of whom she had just met minutes ago. 

The bathroom door opened and someone walked in. Miranda and Kelsey froze, but Becca, smiling, simply held a finger in front of her mouth and kept on stimulating herself. Kelsey quietly picked up where she left off, but Miranda was terrified. 

What if they were found out? How would it look for someone to see three girls masturbating together? The talk would certainly get around. 

Whoever had entered the bathroom walked into the shower stall right next to the girls. 

Becca was certainly enjoying herself. She was flushed and panting. Her legs were beginning to shake and she felt her abdomen tightening up. She was getting close. 

Kelsey was almost there as well. It was the hottest situation she had ever found herself in. She was moments away from a monumental orgasm. 

Teeth chattering, Miranda fought her reluctance and started touching herself again. She had lost all the momentum she had built up and had to start over. But thinking about a stranger just on the other side of the tiled wall was nerve-wracking—and the walls didn't even go all the way to the ceiling! If the girl in the next stall was tall enough, she would only have to jump a foot into the air and she would see everything they were doing! 

Kelsey's face scrunched into an orgasmic grimace and her legs shook. She doubled over as the orgasm took her. She must have held her breath, because she didn't let a single sound escape her lips. 

Becca was next. She stared right into Miranda's eyes and she came. Her hand flew over her clit as she squirted ejaculate onto the floor. She slid down the wall as her muscles turned to jelly. 

Miranda was nowhere close to coming and the disappointment showed on her face. To her surprise (and horror) Kelsey walked over to her and mouthed 'I'll help you.' The redhead put her hand between Miranda's legs and found her clit. Miranda was in utter shock. She turned her head, closing her eyes in embarrassment. Kelsey worked her clit until Miranda began not to care that a stranger was touching her pussy. Becca walked over and put her lips around Miranda's nipple, squeezing her ample breast. Kelsey followed suit, taking the other nipple in her mouth, still fingering Miranda's vagina. Miranda was in heaven. She put her hands behind the heads of both girls, holding them to her chest. The heat between her legs was growing steadily. Her nipples were really sensitive, and the double stimulation of her breasts was sending her over the top. She began to tremble, holding on to the other girls. Her legs shook, feeling like they might give out at any moment. Finally, the sensation was too much for her sex to contain. Her orgasm hit fast and hard and when it did she cried out loudly. 




Becca's Freshman Experience Ch. 02



Becca's eyes widened and Kelsey's mouth dropped as they glanced behind them to make sure no one was looking over the wall. Miranda's hands were over her own mouth. She couldn't believe she had been that loud, but she hadn't been able to control it. Even as she was riding out the last contractions she was already in the shower spray. The other girls jockeyed for position, trying to get rinsed off and out of there as swiftly as they could. They toweled off quickly and threw their t-shirts on. As they exited the bathroom, Becca and Kelsey began laughing hysterically. Miranda was as flushed and red as she had ever been. They ran, Kelsey stopping a couple doors down to let herself into her room. Becca got to their room before Miranda and unlocked the door. They slipped inside and shut the door. 

"Oh my gosh! I can't believe how loud you were!" Becca said, still laughing. 

Miranda smiled, embarrassed. "I couldn't help it." 

Becca walked over to her and kissed her. "Don't worry about it. It might have been a little funny, but it was a LOT hot." 

That took some of the embarrassment away, making Miranda smile, and she hugged Becca. After she released her, Becca whipped her t-shirt off and began to look for panties in her bottom drawer. Miranda, making an effort not to be as self-conscious, pulled her shirt over her head as well. Becca looked over and winked at her. The tiny girl was truly gorgeous. 

Becca decided to go without panties or bra and instead selected a loose fitting floral sundress that came to her mid-thigh area. Miranda seemed stuck. She wanted to wear something that would break her out of her mold, but to her chagrin, she realized that she had no pants that weren't black. She pulled on a pair that didn't look too 'punk' and settled for a blue t-shirt that she normally didn't wear outside of the dorm. 

Becca saw her roommate's predicament and told her that she was going to take her shopping over the weekend. Miranda tried to refuse the offer, but she insisted. Becca gave Miranda some tips on how to apply her makeup so that she looked more natural and feminine, fixing her own face after she was finished with the lesson. Both of the girls were now ready for the day so they kissed and went off in different directions, heading for their first classes. 

******************** 

"Hi, dad!" 

"Hey, honey! How are you? I'm glad to hear from you. You certainly sound better than you did last week," Tim, her stepdad, said. 

"I'm so much better," Becca said, grinning. "Dad...I want to say I'm sorry." 

"For what, baby?" 

"For not keeping in touch with you and being distant for so long. I'll do better with calling you. I promise." 

"Well, you don't have to apologize, but to be honest it does my heart good to hear you say that. I miss you." 

"I miss you too." She paused for a moment, contemplating how much to tell him. He had always fostered a sense of openness, so she decided to be honest about everything. 

"Dad...I was really depressed for a long time. But within the last couple weeks I remembered how I felt during mom's trip. It was the first time in my life that I felt free. I had never been as happy as I was during those few days we spent together. So I've made some changes in my life..." 

"Okay," he said tentatively. Inside he was reeling. This was what he'd been longing to hear for months. He couldn't wait to have Becca back in the house and see where things would go between them. "What kind of changes?" 

"Well, I think that I'm an exhibitionist. I'm addicted to it. It makes me feel alive. Do you think that's weird?" 

"I don't think it's weird, but you definitely need to be careful. You don't want to get caught by the wrong person and get in trouble. Depending on what you do and who sees you, you could get a reputation around campus that you find hard to live down, at the very least. Or you could get kicked out of college, or even be arrested. You don't want any kind of sex thing on your record. That will follow you forever." 

"I know, dad. I'm being careful. I just wanted to tell you because I was always able to be open and honest with you." 

"I'm glad you did, sweetheart." Tim was caught between concern for his step-daughter and a bit of jealousy that he wasn't there to watch her do these things. 

"Oh, dad, one more thing. My roommate is a really sweet girl and I'm trying to help her change her image. She's been living like this emo/Goth girl for a while and she wants to get away from that. She doesn't have too many clothes or things that aren't black. I don't think she has much money, and I was hoping I might be able to spend some on her this weekend. Do you think I could borrow like five hundred dollars so I can help her out? I promise I'll pay you back..." 

Tim thought for a moment. This was obviously important to her. He couldn't remember her ever asking for money for something like this. "I'll tell you what. Five hundred is only going to buy her a few outfits. Spend two thousand. Get her anything she needs and put it on your credit card. I'll pay it off in a couple weeks. And you don't have to worry about paying me back." 

Two thousand! Becca had thought she was pushing it by asking for five hundred. "Oh my gosh! Thank you so much, dad! You are amazing! I love you!" 

Tim smiled to himself. "I love you too, baby." 

"Oh, dad?" 

"Yes?" 

"Think about me when...you know..." 

Tim wasn't sure he was hearing correctly. There had been so much distance between them since her mom's death. But he hadn't known her to be this happy since the few intimate days they had spent together during her mom's business trip. He decided to test the waters and see if there was anything left of the spark that they had found a few months ago. 

"Think about you when what, Becca?" 

Becca swallowed. She knew that he understood what she was saying. He wanted her to voice it. She could feel the wetness forming between her legs. 

"Think about me when you..." 

"When I what?" 

He wasn't letting her off the hook. She realized how much she missed this...and him. He still turned her on like crazy. If he was going to play games with her head, then she could do the same. She looked around to see if anyone was listening to her. In her best 'innocent' voice, she said, "Think about me when you masturbate, daddy..." 

Tim groaned and Becca grinned. 

"I will, sweetheart. Why don't you send me a picture to remember you by?" 

"Okay, I will. Gotta go, daddy. Love you." 

"I love you, Becca. Bye." 

Becca ended the call. She was horny as hell. She hadn't thought about Tim that way in quite a while, but talking to him about her exhibitionism must have relit a flame that she thought was out for good. She was walking past one of the greens, so she went out to the middle and stood next to a tree. She took a smiling selfie, with the tree in the background, framing as much of her body in the picture as she could. She was just about to send it when a thought occurred to her and she paused. She looked around to see if anyone was looking at her and then quickly put the phone under her crotch and took a picture. It was a little blurry when she looked at it, so she did it again. Perfect. The sunlight through her dress showed her pussy in just enough shadow to make it mysterious. She attached both pictures to a text message adding a heart and pushing 'send'. Within a minute her dad sent back emojis of a face with the eyes bugging out and a thumbs up. 

As she glanced around, trying to get her head back into college mode, she noticed a flyer stapled to a bulletin board near the sidewalk. It had been posted by a senior photography major who needed volunteers for an erotic project. Becca swallowed the lump in her throat. She wondered what kind of erotic project it was. Her heart was beating hard just thinking about it, so she ripped off a little piece of paper that had been pre-printed with his phone number on it. She walked toward the dining hall, but it was still a few minutes away, so she decided to kill the time by calling the number. 

"Hello?" he answered. 

"Hi...I saw your flyer about the erotic project?" 

"Yes! Hi there! My name is Lewis. Are you interested in posing?" 

"I might be," she said. She wanted to find out exactly what it was about before she committed to it. 

"Okay, when can you stop by the Photography Building?" 

"I was just about to grab some lunch. How about in like an hour?" 

"Perfect! I'll meet you out front. I'm wearing a tie-dye tank top." 

He disconnected and Becca swallowed hard. This could be interesting... 

******************** 

Becca saw the guy with the tie-dye shirt as she approached. She stuck a hand up in greeting and he waved vigorously, jogging out to meet her. 

"Hi! I'm Lewis!" He stuck his hand out and she shook it. 

"Becca," she replied. 

He was thin, had dark, curly hair and wore glasses with wire frames. He was nerdy, but in a cute way. 

"Thank you so, so much for meeting me. You have no idea how appreciative I am." 

"It's no problem," she said, smiling. 

"Come in...come in. I'll show you around the studio." 

She followed him into the building and down a flight of stairs to the basement level. They walked down a hallway and he turned into a door with the number 14 on the outside. Inside was a small studio with lights, backdrops and a table. There were props of various kinds sitting here and there, taking up most of the peripheral space. He pulled out a couple folding chairs and they sat facing each other. 

"Okay, let me explain the project to you, and you can decide if you want to help me with it. Firstly, as the flyer said, this is strictly volunteer on your part. This is for a senior project that I am required to complete. I mean, honestly, I might be able to come up with fifty or sixty bucks if that's what it takes to get you to say 'yes', but there is no official compensation." She nodded and he continued. 

"Okay, well..." He swallowed and looked nervous. "My project is this: I am taking extreme close-up photographs of the human body. It will be in black and white. The idea is that I'm going to run these pictures through Photoshop and add details to make the different photos look like they are landscapes. For instance, I might take a close-up of your nostril and then add plants and trees around, making it look like it is a cave in the side of a hill. Or I might turn a close-up of your arm hairs into a wheat field, adding a sky into the background. Do you understand?" 

"Yeah. It sounds really cool," she replied. 

"Great!" he replied with enthusiasm. "Now, since this is an 'erotic' photography project, I would be taking very close-up pictures of various parts of your nude body, including your private parts." 

He hesitated, waiting for her to say something. She simply swallowed in anticipation, her heart thumping in her chest, and nodded her head. 

"And...this is the part where most everybody runs away. But I see that you are still here..." 

"Yeah, I think it sounds really great. I'd love to help you out!" 

Lewis stared at her in disbelief. This gorgeous girl was willing to get naked and let him take close-up pictures of every part of her body. He couldn't believe his luck. 

"Oh, wow...Becca...you don't even know how much this means to me. You are only the fourth person to respond to my flyer in about as many weeks and all of the others immediately said they couldn't do it. Normally, the way this is supposed to work, is that I would have a number of candidates to choose from, and I would have to preview each of them nude to make sure I got exactly what I was looking for in body type, weight, skin tone, etc. But like I said, you are the only one to say 'yes' and I'm running out of time, so I think we can dispense with that for now." 

"I can show you my body...that's not a big deal," she said. "I don't want you to be surprised or disappointed with what you are getting..." 

The offer stopped him short. "Oh...umm...well...it's not necessary...but...technically, it would give me a heads up on ideas for the shoot if I knew what you looked like..." 

"Yeah, no problem. Right here?" she asked, standing up. 

"Uh, yeah, that would be fine..." 

Becca smiled and pulled her loose, flowy sundress over her head. He seemed surprised that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. He got up out of his chair and walked from side to side, crouching down and standing on his tip-toes, looking at her from all angles and taking in her entire body, including her small breasts, flat stomach, and the landing strip on her mostly shaven mound. He twirled his finger and she turned around. Her smooth back and rounded behind contained all of the curves and planes that he was looking for. 

"You are...that's...wonderful, Becca. You are perfect." She turned back to face him and smiled from ear to ear. "Okay, what is your schedule like today and tomorrow?" he asked. 

"I have one more class today at 3pm and one tomorrow morning at 9am. The rest of the day I am free." 

He fished in his pocket for a piece of paper and handed it to her. "Call this number. Karen is a friend of mine. She is on standby for me to use at a moment's notice. Try to get together with her tonight. She will need to wax you down there so you have no hair at all. She will also give you a manicure and a pedicure, getting rid of any and all dry skin. She will be here tomorrow to help me with the shoot, as well. Tomorrow, right from the time you wake up, don't wear anything that will leave a mark or impression in your skin. Nothing with elastic: no panties, bra, or tight socks. Wear loose fitting slippers or something—no strappy sandals...they will leave marks too. How about you meet me here at 1pm tomorrow? Would that be okay?" 

Becca nodded excitedly. Tomorrow at this time she was going to be posing nude for this kid. "That sounds fine." 

He paused. "You aren't going to back out on me at the last minute, are you?" 

She shook her head. "I wouldn't do that to you. I know how important this is for your degree. I promise I will be here at 1pm with no skin marks and a waxed pussy." 

Lewis wasn't prepared for her frank words, but after a moment of initial surprise, he smiled. "Thanks again, Becca." He held out his hand and she shook it. 

She grabbed her sundress, taking her time putting it back on. She thought it was funny that he looked away, giving her privacy, when he was going to be looking at every part of her tomorrow in glorious close-up. 

He escorted her outside and she walked to her dorm, feeling lighter than air. When she got back to her room, Miranda wasn't there. She lay down on her bed and called Karen, Lewis' friend. She was a Senior Resident Assistant, who had her own dorm room about three buildings away. Becca made an appointment with her at 6pm. 

Becca grabbed her laptop out of her backpack and did a Google search for 'ultra high definition nude pictures'. The first link she clicked on brought her to a picture set from a website called Hegre-Art.com. The photos featured a model, who remarkably, looked a lot like her. It could have been Becca's ass in the picture. The main difference was the boobs. Yara had much bigger boobs. They were probably about the size of Miranda's. Becca expanded the picture and she was amazed at the detail. She could see every single hair follicle and pore on the model's body. She shivered, thinking about tomorrow and knowing that those pictures were going to be even bigger and have more detail than these. 

Because of the call to her dad, the meeting with Lewis, and thoughts about tomorrow's photo shoot, Becca was unbelievably turned on. Slipping out of her sandals and pulling her sundress over her head, she touched her skin, running her hands all over her body, imagining the shots and angles that Lewis would be setting up tomorrow. She pinched her nipples and squeezed her legs together. Pulling her foot up onto her knee, she rubbed the smooth skin on her arch and heel. She missed the foot massages that her stepdad had given her at the start of summer. Maybe that pedicure was just what she needed tonight... 

Becca's fingers found her pussy. She had been in various stages of wetness all day, without underwear, and she was surprised it wasn't running down her legs. She dipped her fingers between her lips and drew them out with webs of sticky, white discharge between her fingers, which she stuck in her mouth and sucked clean. It was thick with the heavy perfume of her feminine musk. 

She began stroking herself and within minutes she was vibrating with pleasure. Her clit was swollen and red from her frequent masturbation over the past few days and each time she touched it, it felt like an electric shock went directly to the inside of her uterus. She began edging—going right up to the point of her orgasm and then backing off. Each time she got close she would stop masturbating, letting the flutters in her abdomen settle, then picking up the rhythm again. She was in the zone. Her lips and clit were thick and engorged. She shoved her fingers inside herself, pumping in and out. 

A key sounded in the door and she froze. It would be Miranda, of course. She thought about covering up, but Miranda had watched her masturbate that morning. Becca continued fingering herself, moaning and touching her nipples. 

Miranda opened the door halfway and stopped. Becca saw two guys walk past the open doorway, but they didn't look in. Realizing she was exposing her roommate to the foot traffic in the hallway, Miranda hurried in and closed the door. 

Becca was at the point that she didn't care. Her legs were spread as wide as she could get them and her orgasm was almost there. She rode it dangerously close to the edge and backed off again, shaking and trembling. 

Miranda had been caught off guard, but she couldn't exactly say that she was surprised. A week ago she would have been. But she was starting to get to know Becca better, so this probably wasn't the last thing she might have expected to see upon entering their shared dorm room. From now on, she would walk in more cautiously and with the expectation that her roommate might be masturbating. It was funny, if she thought about it. A couple weeks ago, she would have reported Becca and requested a room transfer. Now, she was more likely to join her. Becca was a bad, bad influence on her, she decided. 

Becca stared at her with dreamy, half-closed eyes and began touching herself again. Miranda decided to share a secret with her friend. 

Becca's fingers returned to her clit. She was actually beginning to cramp with the need for an orgasm and she didn't know how much longer she could hold off. She watched as Miranda searched through one of her drawers, then shut it and began walking toward Becca's bed. Miranda held something out to Becca. 

Becca didn't know what she was more surprised about: the fact that Miranda owned a vibrator or that she was handing it to her. Becca had never used one before. She stopped masturbating long enough to examine it, turning it over in her hand. It was shaped like a large capsule and it fit in the palm of her hand. Miranda reached over and twisted the two halves in opposite directions and it hummed to life. Becca put it between her legs and touched it to herself. She immediately screamed and yanked it away. It had felt like a tattoo needle on her clit! 

Miranda chuckled and took it out of Becca's hand. She crawled onto Becca's bed between her legs and touched it gently to her vaginal opening. Becca lunged, but Miranda kept moving it around in slightly different places, getting it nice and wet. She began to slide it up and down Becca's vulva, moving closer and closer to her clit. 

Becca was just starting to get used to the vibration. It didn't sound that powerful, but she had never used a vibrator before. In her opinion, it was a fucking jackhammer. Miranda was masterful with the toy, though, and it felt amazing. Moving it in long, lazy strokes, she bumped it into Becca's clit, sending her into miniature seizures. Miranda grazed her clit over and over, pulling it away each time until Becca got used to the sensation. Finally she held it there, moving it in a circular motion around the erect little button of Becca's sex. Becca's stomach muscles jumped and flexed like she was being electrocuted. The strongest contraction she had ever felt squeezed her womb hard and every muscle in her body tensed up. She was lost somewhere between ecstatic pleasure and a deep, throbbing ache. If labor pains are stronger than this, then fuck pregnancy, she thought to herself. The contraction acted like it was trying to expel a foreign body from inside her uterus until finally the dam broke and the waves crashed through her pelvis like a tsunami. She screamed and held onto the dowels of her headboard in a death grip. Bearing down, she felt a reservoir of fluid release inside her and a stream of liquid shot two feet out of her pussy, hitting Miranda in the neck and chest. 




Becca's Freshman Experience Ch. 02



"FUUUUCCCKKKK!! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK..." 

It was the most liquid, other than piss, she had ever seen come out of her vagina. 

Miranda jumped back in surprise when Becca came. She had never seen anyone squirt up close and she was fascinated and aroused. It was all over her and the bed. Impulsively, she put her nose to the blanket and sniffed. It didn't smell like pee, as she thought it might, so she licked the wet spot, sucking some of the liquid out of the bed cover. The only word that came to mind to describe the taste was...sexy. 

As soon as Becca's orgasm subsided, she curled up into the fetal position and lay on her side, cramping and moaning. She had never had a more powerful orgasm in her life. She didn't even know that something of that magnitude was possible. She struggled for a moment, feeling extremely light-headed and even a little nauseous. Miranda leaned over and kissed Becca's cheek, running her fingers through the sexy brunette's sweaty hair. 

Finally, Becca recovered enough to look at Miranda, whose shirt was completely drenched. Miranda pulled it off and tossed it on the floor. Even her bra was wet, so she took that off too. And since she was now topless, she shimmied out of her pants and underwear, getting totally naked. She crawled into bed with Becca, becoming the big spoon, which didn't work really well since she was so much smaller than her. She massaged Becca's lower back until she seemed to loosen up from her massive orgasm. 

Becca turned over and pulled her roommate into her arms. She kissed her passionately, their tongues dancing in each other's mouths. 

"You filthy, dirty girl," Becca said with a smile. "Since when do you own a vibrator?" 

Miranda smiled devilishly and said, "I've had it for a couple years. I only ever use it after I've made sure you aren't going to pop in on me." 

"What the fuck! That was unbelievable. How do you use that all the time?" 

"You get used to it," Miranda said with a smirk. "Trust me." 

"I want to watch you," Becca said. 

Miranda fidgeted shyly, contemplating her next move. After only a moment's thought, she reached down and grabbed the vibrator, turning it on and placing it between her legs. It hummed and she squirmed, closing her eyes. 

Becca sat up and moved Miranda over onto her back. She spread her roommate's legs and got down between them, watching closely as Miranda moved the vibrating capsule between her lips and up onto her clit. She could smell Miranda's excitement. 

Miranda played with her nipples as she stroked herself with the sex toy. Becca had moved between her legs and Miranda kept nervously glancing down to see what she was doing—she was merely watching. Miranda wasn't used to having someone other than her gynecologist looking at her down there. But it was exciting. She was getting more and more aroused by the minute. 

Becca was practically drooling. Miranda's vagina was so unlike her own, yet so very sexy. Her lips were bigger and stuck out farther than Becca's. They were darker at the edges with a delicious shade of pink inside. Becca had a sudden desire to taste Miranda, but she wasn't sure how her roommate might react. She didn't know if it would turn her on or stop the show in its tracks. This was so hot it was almost making her want to touch herself again. Almost. She figured she was sore enough right now that she wouldn't want to come again for a good, long while. 

Becca's hands were under her ass, squeezing it. Miranda was so turned on. Her nipples were hard little pebbles. The vibrator felt so fucking good and the fact that Becca was watching her get herself off was erotic in the extreme. She glanced up and inhaled sharply as she saw Becca's face moving toward her crotch. 

Becca couldn't take it anymore. She had to taste her friend. She lowered her nose to Miranda's vulva, breathing in the delicious aroma of her sex. She smelled wonderful. Her clean, musky scent was driving Becca wild. She pulled Miranda's lips apart, opened her mouth, and buried her tongue inside of her roommate. 

Miranda stiffened up at the double sensations of the vibrator on her clit and Becca's tongue deep in her vagina. She cried out and her head fell to the pillow. Becca was licking her all over. Miranda pulled the vibrator away, turned it off, and dropped it on the bed. 

Becca licked as far inside as she could. She had never had her face in a vagina before, and she was breathing so hard she thought she might pass out. It was the most exciting thing she had ever done. She licked up and down Miranda's entire vulva, sucking her thick lips into her mouth and tasting every part of her. Miranda pulled the vibrator away and Becca immediately ran her tongue over it and sucked it into her mouth. 

Miranda cried out as Becca sucked on her clit. For not having done this before, Miranda thought that the girl was doing everything right. It felt so good. She was going to come. She could feel it. It was right there. Becca flicked her tongue back and forth over Miranda's clit and it drew everything to the surface: her orgasm, her feelings for Becca, and all of her emotions over the past week. She came in a white hot explosion of bliss and wept. 

Becca watched Miranda's body tense up as she came. Her vagina gushed and the lubrication ran down her ass. Becca licked up every last warm, musky drop until Miranda drew her knees up to her chest, falling to the side. She was crying. Becca's heart dropped into her stomach. She hoped she hadn't done anything wrong. She cursed herself for possibly ruining her relationship with Miranda and crawled up to her, taking her in her arms. 

Miranda sunk into Becca's embrace and bawled like a baby. Becca ran her fingers through her hair and peppered her face with kisses, telling her it was going to be okay. Miranda knew it was okay. She hadn't felt more okay in a long time. Finally, she settled down and kissed Becca on the lips. 

"I'm sorry...I hope I didn't do anything wrong, Miranda...if I hurt you, I didn't mean to..." 

Miranda smiled. "I'm fine, Becca. You are perfect. I adore you. I just needed a good cry. Thank you for being my friend." Becca sighed in relief and stroked Miranda's head. 

She needed to get cleaned up. She had one more class, then she would need to get some dinner and get to her appointment with Karen by six. 

******************** 

Becca was wearing her sundress again when she entered Karen's dormitory. She followed the directions she had been given, walking up to the second floor and knocking on her door. Karen let her in and shook her hand. She was a graduate student who did waxing and mani/pedi's in her dorm room to earn extra cash. She was 24 years old and looked Scandinavian, with long platinum-blonde hair and eyebrows. Becca thought that her pubes (if she had any) must be the same color. Her bed was neatly made and covered with plastic, with a pristine white sheet over top. She instructed Becca to lie down with her dress pulled up to her midriff. 

Becca complied, exposing her genitals to this girl she just met. It wasn't like she was a doctor or something. Even though she was a little older, she was actually just another college student. The thought made a tiny bit of fluid release, and Becca cringed in embarrassment. 

Karen didn't seem to notice. The wax was already hot, so she spread it onto part of Becca's closely cropped landing strip. She let it dry for a few seconds and ripped it off. Becca grunted. Karen tapped the area with her fingers to even out the pain and spread some more wax on a different area. She continued until the pubic hair was gone, then spread Becca's legs so she could get at the sides of her vulva. Karen waxed her outer labia, using tweezers to get the stragglers that remained. She then had Becca get on her knees with her butt in the air and she waxed all around her pink asshole. After the waxing was complete, she sprayed an aloe vera toner onto the skin to calm the redness. 

Next, she gave Becca a manicure, taking the polish off and filing her nails. She scrubbed small pieces of dead skin around her nails. Finally, she gave her a pedicure. She had Becca sit on her bed while she soaked her feet in a plastic container of water. She handed Becca a towel to dry off with, pushed the water out of the way and sat cross-legged at her feet. She took off the polish and repeated the same procedure. 

"Your feet are beautiful," Karen said. "There are no callouses. They are very smooth. You must take good care of them." 

"Thank you, I try," Becca blushed. 

Afterwards, Karen began to rub lotion onto her feet. Becca couldn't help thinking of her dad and the foot massages that started this whole crazy adventure. She closed her eyes and squeezed her thighs together at the memory. Her hand began to pull up the hem of her dress and she stopped, realizing where she was. 

Karen noticed. She smiled at Becca and continued to massage her foot luxuriously. "My feet are erogenous zones as well," she said. 

Becca smiled back, enjoying the massage. Karen started running her finger between Becca's toes and she shivered. Her thighs pressed together again. 

"Having my feet touched makes me want to masturbate, too," Karen admitted, blushing. "Go ahead, if you need to." 

Becca stared at her with wide eyes. She couldn't believe what she had heard. Was this girl giving her permission to masturbate in front of her? The massage felt so good... Could she take her up on the offer? 

Karen switched to the other foot, rubbing lotion into it. Becca still sat wondering what she should do when Karen said, "You don't have to, but I wouldn't mind. I only suggested it because it seemed like you needed to...and I like to watch." 

That did it. Becca grabbed the hem of her dress and lifted it up until it was above her hips. She leaned back on her elbow and spread her legs slightly apart. Her hand went to her sex and she began rubbing herself. After her massive orgasm earlier, she didn't think she would need to masturbate for days. But here it was hours later, and she was back at it. 'I'm becoming a nympho,' she thought. 

Karen kept glancing at her pussy, watching the shameless display of self-abuse. She rubbed Becca's foot with both hands, pulling and squeezing each toe, working the lotion in. Becca stroked her clit rapidly. She didn't want to drag this out—she just wanted to get off. She assumed that Karen had finished with her foot massage and was only continuing to help her reach orgasm. It didn't matter how many times she masturbated in front of someone new, though—it was always a turn-on. She felt the orgasm crawling to the surface and she lay back on the bed. Her stomach tensed and she cried out as it washed over her. She lay there recovering for a moment, and Karen finished with her foot. 

"Thank you so much," Becca said through sleepy eyes. 

"Thank YOU. It was my pleasure," said the blonde. 

"Can I pay you anything?" 

"You already did, by letting me watch. Besides, I'm doing this as a favor for Lewis. He's a good guy." 

Becca thanked her again, slipped into her sandals, and hugged her goodbye. She walked back to her dorm room and found Miranda there. Becca told Miranda about the photography session tomorrow and Miranda was floored. 

"You do realize there are going to be pictures of your vagina out there that you will never be able to get back, right?" 

"Yes, but my face won't be in any of the same shots as my vagina. They are extreme close-ups. One might be a picture of my nose and the next might be my stomach. There would be nothing to associate me with any of them." 

They talked for a while longer and Becca fell asleep shortly after ten. She didn't have to wonder why she was exhausted. 

******************** 

Becca woke bright and early, her nervous energy not allowing her to sleep any longer. She couldn't stop thinking about the nude photography session later in the day. Miranda was still sleeping, so she threw on a t-shirt, grabbed a towel and her shower caddy and headed to the showers. 

As soon as she stepped out of her room, she realized she had forgotten her key. Shit! She didn't want to wake Miranda by knocking. Even if she masturbated in the shower, she would be back here in a half hour. She wasn't sure if Miranda would be awake by then or not. She needed to find a way to waste a little more time. A terrible, dangerous thought crossed her mind and as soon as she had thought it she knew she was going to do it. 

Instead of turning right out of her room to head to the showers, she went left. A couple doors down, the hallway turned to the right, and it continued to the dayroom and the front doors. She crept to the corner and looked into the dayroom. It was empty. She quickly walked through the dayroom and past the front doors, heading to the other side of the dormitory and the wing of rooms there. This was the boys' side. 

She peeked around the next corner and saw a long hallway, which was the mirror opposite of her own, heading to the back doors. Everything was quiet. She tiptoed past all of the closed doors. It seemed like it took forever for her to get to the end. She kept glancing at the outside doors in front of her, and the end closer to the dayroom behind her. 

She got to the boys' bathroom door and froze. She really should not be here. This was fucking crazy. She listened with her ear to the door, but heard nothing, so she pushed it open slightly. There were no showers running, no toilets flushing. She opened the door just wide enough to slip inside and gently closed it. She was shaking like she had hypothermia. This was completely fucked up. 

She ran to a shower stall, whipped her shirt off, and set it and her towel on the ledge just outside. She went inside the shower with her caddy and pulled the curtain closed. Holy crap, she made it. If everything went as planned, she should be able to take a shower, and if there still wasn't anyone in the bathroom, slip out unnoticed. She turned on the hot water and it helped her to stop shaking. Quickly, she washed her hair and soaped up. Rinsing the soap off, she lathered and shaved her legs. She didn't have to worry about her pubic area because of last night's waxing. 

After she was finished, she listened. No one had come in. She looked at the curtain. No. She couldn't. It was far too dangerous. If she left right now, she could get back with no one knowing the difference. If one guy saw that there was a girl masturbating in the shower stall, he would run out and bring every other guy he could find to watch. She would be humiliated. Exhibitionism was one thing, but possible gang-rape was another. 

Fuck it. She had to do it. Otherwise, there would be a compulsion to come back and complete the challenge. 

She was so scared. Leaving the curtain closed, she leaned back against the wall and began to play with herself. She closed her eyes, imagining herself in her room with Miranda. Just as she began to get worked up, the door opened and two guys came into the bathroom. Becca froze, holding her breath. Her shower was still running, so she should be fine. Guys didn't peek into stalls to look at other guys, did they? 

The two guys came in talking but she didn't hear them approach the stalls. They must be shaving at the sink or something. Listening half-heartedly to their conversation, she started touching herself again. 

"I'm telling you, Joe, she was fucking hot, and I haven't seen her since." 

"Yeah? What was so hot about her?" 

"Well, for one thing, she was wearing a see-through fucking shirt!" 

Becca's stomach rolled. It was D.J. 

"She was tall, for a girl. Brown hair, small up top. But she had 'dat ass', know what I mean?" 

"Hahaha! Yeah, I know what you mean. She kind of sounds like this girl who flashed me the other week." 

Becca stopped masturbating. Her libido was gone. She had no more desire to come. She needed to get the hell out of here. 

"Tommy and I were out running, and we entered at the end of the girls' hallway, and there was this tall brunette walking toward the showers. She was wearing a shirt that didn't cover her ass. Half of it was hanging out, and let me tell you, it was sweet. She caught us checking her out and that wimp-ass, Tommy, looked away. I kept staring at her, though, and she lifted her fucking shirt and flashed me everything. Tits, puss...everything. I wouldn't mind running into her again." 

"Yeah. Every time I go to the dining hall I think of her. She gave me her number. Her name is Becca. I've been wanting to text her, but I don't want to seem like a perv. I don't want her to think I'm only interested because I saw her in a see-through shirt." 

"Fuck, just do it, dude. If I had her number, you could be damn sure I'd hook up with her." 

"Maybe I'll text her later." 

The guys walked toward the showers. Becca huddled against the far wall and waited. She heard the two showers start. Just as she was about to sneak out, she heard the bathroom door open again. An electric razor buzzed in the area of the sinks. Damn it! What was she going to do? 

After about ten minutes the guys were finished with their showers and the curtains opened. 

"What is this?" asked the guy who wasn't D.J. 

"Seriously? Oh, shit. Bring it with us," D.J. said. 

The boys walked away. She heard the door open and it got much quieter. The third guy was still at the sink, running water. After a moment, she heard the door open again and then there was no sound at all. She was finally alone. She could feel her heartbeat in her neck. Holding her breath and listening for sounds, she shut off the water. Still quiet. 

She slid the curtain open a couple inches and peeked out. She didn't see or hear anyone in the bathroom. She went to grab her towel and t-shirt off the ledge, but it was empty. Her stuff was gone. 

To be continued...



Becca's Freshman Experience Ch. 03



Becca was screwed. 

She had left her dorm room this morning to take a shower, but after she walked out she realized she had forgotten her key and couldn't get back in. Not wanting to wake her roommate, Miranda, she decided to try wasting some time before heading back to the room. That's when she got the terrible idea which found her in her current predicament. 

On impulse, she had decided to sneak into the guys' bathroom on the other side of the building to take a shower there. She figured that she could slip in and out unnoticed and no one would know the difference. Unfortunately, it all went south. While she was in the shower, after she had shampooed and washed, she had decided to masturbate. If only she had left when she was done cleaning herself, everything would have been fine. But no...she just had to masturbate. After she had started playing with herself, a couple guys walked in to the bathroom. By their conversation Becca could tell that one of them was D.J., the boy she had met in the dining hall while wearing the see-through shirt and the other was one of the runners that she had flashed in the girls' hallway. She had nervously huddled against the tiled wall of the stall while they had taken showers. They had left soon after, but when Becca had tried to leave after them she noticed her towel and t-shirt were gone. 

Now she was nude and soaking wet in a shower stall in the guys' bathroom with no towel or clothing, and no key to her room. And she was panicking. 

She opened the shower curtain and listened. As far as she could tell, she was still alone in the bathroom. She craned her neck, looking all around the floor for her towel but it wasn't there. Working up her courage, she stepped out of the shower and looked in the other stalls—no t-shirt either. Shit! She ducked back into her stall and shut the curtain quickly. If D.J. had taken her stuff, she was going to rip him a new asshole. 

What was she going to do? She had to get out of here while she could. More guys could come into the bathroom at any moment. 

'You decided you were an exhibitionist, so suck it up, princess,' she told herself. If she was going to do this, she needed to do it right. There was no thrill in being afraid. Fear gave other people the power while she was stuck running from corner to corner, hiding. She needed to own this. She was proud of her body. It was nothing to be ashamed of. If other people didn't like her nude body, that was their problem. With her heart beating so loudly she swore she could hear it, she came to a decision. She would walk back to her room. She wasn't going to run or hide. She would walk. And she would talk to whoever questioned her about it. 

Steeling herself against the irrational fear of what she was about to do, she breathed slowly in and out. With her mind made up, she slid open the shower curtain and stepped out with her shower caddy in hand. She walked out into the main part of the bathroom and stood there listening. It was completely silent—and she was standing in the middle of the boys' room nude and dripping water on the floor. Taking a deep breath, she walked to the door and opened it widely, stepping out into the hallway, and turned right. It was a long walk past nearly twenty rooms on each side before it turned left toward the dayroom. She began heading that way and suddenly heard the outside doors bang open behind her. Her heart leaped into her throat, but she kept walking.  

"Holy shit, man, that bitch is naked!" 

Becca turned on her heel and strode angrily up to two boys who had come into the dorm carrying breakfast. 

"Bitch? Seriously? Did your mom teach you to talk to women like that?" she spat. 

The boys stopped in their tracks with their hands in front of them, backing away. "Sorry," said the one taking responsibility for his words. 

She glared at them once more and walked away. 

"Why are you naked?" the other boy asked. 

"Does it matter?" she asked over her shoulder as she was leaving. 

"You're really hot..." said the first. 

Becca turned back to face them again. "That would have been so much nicer if you hadn't been a dick first. Think about your words from now on." 

She turned away again and continued her walk filled with a sense of dignity and purpose. She had the power. She had just proved it to herself and to those boys. It didn't matter that she was naked. She was in control. She heard one of the boys unlock his dorm room. Something that sounded suspiciously like the shutter sound from a camera phone clicked and she turned to look at them, but they had ducked inside the room and shut the door. 

Shit. She hadn't thought about pictures. Having her picture taken while walking around the dorm in the nude would not be a good thing. Not only was public nudity illegal, but she also imagined it could get her kicked out of school. There was nothing to be done about it at the moment, unfortunately. She would just have to be more careful in the future. 

She didn't run into anyone else in the hallway. She turned left at the end and headed toward the dayroom. As she approached the dayroom she glanced around. A girl was sitting at a study table toward the back, focusing on her laptop. Becca calmly strode forward with her chest out and her head held high. She would have to walk directly past the building's front doors, which were on her right side. The girl studying at the desk hadn't looked up. As more of the dayroom opened up to her, she noticed a couple guys sitting on a leather couch watching television. They saw her immediately and their mouths dropped, so she smiled and waved at them. Their hands lifted in a return greeting and one grabbed his smart phone. Becca pointed at him, giving him a serious look, and shook her head. He lowered it into his lap so she gave him a 'thumbs up' and kept walking. Just as she was walking past the front doors, a group of four girls entered from outside. They stared at her like she was crazy. 

"Are you okay?" asked a tall blonde. 

Becca smiled and said, "I'm fine. Thanks." She continued to walk past the doors toward the girls' side of the dormitory. 

"Why are you naked?" asked a gorgeous black girl. 

Becca stopped and turned around to face the girls. "I'm expressing my human right to exist in my natural state. It shouldn't be up to others to tell us what is right or wrong when it comes to our own bodies. I was born this way and my right to freely express myself should come before superfluous man-made rules and regulations." 

The girls nodded and smiled, saying things like "Good for you," and "You go, girl!" Becca smiled back and resumed her walk. As she exited the dayroom she was thankful for her quick thinking. Prior to this, she hadn't even thought of needing to come up with a reason to explain why she was naked. Now she had a valid mission statement—even if she HAD just pulled it out of her ass. 

She was almost to the left turn which would open up into the girls' wing and her room was only a couple doors down. She breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that she would soon be in the safety and security of her dorm room with Miranda. As she turned the corner she ran straight into D.J., whose hands instinctively shot up to protect himself, and inadvertently squished her boob. 

"Whoa!" he shouted. "What the...Becca? What are you doing?" He turned his away. 

Becca blushed and smiled guiltily when she saw D.J., but then she remembered that he had been in the bathroom and was one of only two people who could have taken her stuff. 

"Where are my shirt and towel?" she asked, her voice dripping with accusation. 

"Your...how would I know?" 

"Either you or your buddy had to have taken them. They were sitting right outside the shower when I was in it." 

D.J. blinked a couple times until he realized what she was saying. "You mean in the guys' bathroom? They were yours? What were you doing in the guys' bathroom?" He was completely confused. 

"It doesn't matter why I was there," she said defensively. "What matters is that there was someone in the shower and you took their clothes...and that someone happened to be me. So, I'd like my shirt and towel back, please." 

D.J. looked genuinely ashamed. "Joel has them. We saw that there was only a shirt there with the towel and we thought someone had already taken the shorts as a joke. We thought it was a guy in the shower, I swear. So we took the shirt and towel thinking that whoever it was would have to go to his room naked. If I had known it was you, I never would have let Joel steal them. I promise, Becca. Joel is out running right now, but I promise I'll get them back to you as soon as I can. Here, take this..." 

He began to pull off his shirt, but Becca stopped him. "I don't need your shirt. My room is ten feet away. But I want my stuff back, and I'm holding you to it. Text me later when you have it." It was very sweet of him to offer her his own shirt. Maybe he was a good guy after all. 

D.J.'s face was red and he nodded, not looking directly at her. She stood on her tiptoes and gave him a kiss on the cheek and he glanced at her in surprise. "You don't hate me?" 

"Not unless I don't get my stuff back," she said with a wink and walked away. 

He couldn't help glancing at her perfect ass as she walked to her door, but took off before he got caught. 

Becca knocked on her dorm room door. "Miranda? Are you awake?" There was no answer. She knocked again, louder this time, but there were no sounds coming from behind the door. Shit, she thought. If Miranda left, she was going to have to go to the Resident Assistant to have them let her in...and then there would be a lot of questions to answer. 

She decided to check the bathroom before she went to the R.A., so she jogged down the hallway to the girls' room. A girl, wrapped in a towel, was leaving at the same time she was entering and she looked at Becca like she had lost her mind. Becca ignored her, walking back to the shower stalls, and called for her roommate. 

"Miranda?" 

"Yes? Becca?" came the reply. Becca sighed in relief and when she saw the little brunette peek her head out of a stall, she walked to her. "Why are you naked?" Miranda whispered. 

Becca opened the shower curtain and climbed in, closing it behind her. "Holy fuck. Thank heavens you were in here." She huddled under the spray, trying to warm up her body, as she relayed the entire story to Miranda, who listened with a mixture of shock and amusement. 

"That's what you get for being a shameless nudist!" she said with a smirk and pushed Becca against the tiled wall. She leaned up and kissed her, shoving her tongue in her mouth. Becca grabbed Miranda's cute little ass and returned the kiss passionately. She loved Miranda's mouth and she couldn't get enough of her kisses. To tell the truth, she couldn't get enough of EVERY part of her. 

They broke the kiss and Miranda stared at Becca with sex in her eyes. Becca told her that she was going to be late for class if she didn't get ready soon and kissed her one final time, leaving her with whispers of things to come later. 

Miranda toweled off and then handed it to Becca while she slipped back into her sweats and t-shirt. Becca dried off and then wrapped the towel around her body like a sarong. They walked back to the room and Miranda opened the door with her key. Becca flopped onto her bed on her back, relishing the fact that she was now securely in her room. With a surge of adrenaline, she suddenly remembered that she was going to be posing nude later in the day for a photography major's senior project. 

Keeping in mind Lewis' instructions about not wearing anything that would leave marks on her body, she refrained from putting on panties or a bra. She found another sundress in her closet and pulled it over her head, tying it at the waist, and slipped into a comfy pair of slippers. They looked funny with the dress, but everything else she owned would leave marks on her feet. She would just have to deal with not being in fashion today. It was a small price to pay to be allowed to explore her exhibitionism in a safe, controlled environment. 

Miranda was shaking her head at her roommate, knowing what she intended to do after lunch. She didn't know how Becca could be so carefree with her body, but she admired her for it, and if she was honest with herself, she was a little jealous. Actually posing nude for a photographer would give Miranda a heart attack, but the idea of it sent electric jolts to her pussy. 

The roommates kissed and headed off to their respective classes. 

******************** 

Becca's stomach was full of butterflies as she walked from the dining hall to the Photography building. Her pussy had been in a constant state of wetness all day. She had needed to make numerous trips to the bathroom to wipe her vagina after she would feel her juices begin to run down her leg. She was about to pose completely nude for a photographer—explicitly, graphically nude. He was going to be looking right at her pussy and taking close-up photos which would then be displayed at an exhibit. She cursed as she felt another rivulet begin to travel down the inside of her thigh. 

She was about ten minutes early when she arrived, heading to the basement level and looking for the door with the number 14 on it. She knocked and heard a commotion inside. After a moment the door opened and Lewis stood there with a huge grin. 

"Thank you, father Zeus! I'm so glad you didn't cancel on me, Becca," Lewis exclaimed and hugged her. 

"I told you I wouldn't," she replied smiling. 

"Come in! You know Karen." 

Karen was a tall, Scandinavian-looking blonde graduate student who was acting as Lewis' assistant for the shoot and was wearing a pink blouse with white yoga pants. She had given Becca a mani/pedi and waxed her pubic hair the night before. She had also given her a foot massage and watched her masturbate. Becca's face reddened slightly as she greeted Karen and she wondered if she had told Lewis about the masturbation. 

The studio floor was covered with a large white sheet which was pinned down on the edges so it wouldn't bunch. Becca took her slippers off and walked onto the sheet, noticing that there was a layer of cushion underneath. The three of them made small talk for a few minutes and then Lewis asked Becca if she was almost ready to start. She nodded that she was. 

"Karen, if you want to go ahead and hang Becca's dress on the coat rack, I'll get the lights adjusted and we'll be ready to go." 

Becca took that as her cue and slipped the dress over her head, handing it to Karen. This was it. She was about to be photographed in the nude. Her heart skipped a beat and she was shivering, partly from nervousness and partly from the temperature in the basement room. Karen noticed and turned on a couple space heaters at the perimeter of the sheet. Becca felt warmer almost instantly as she wandered around on the sheet, waiting for Lewis to finish his preparations. 

As Lewis worked, he explained to Becca what equipment he was using. His camera was a Nikon something something and the lenses were blah blah blah. It was all Greek to her. She couldn't stop thinking about her pussy. 

Finally, Lewis adjusted his wire-framed glasses and ran his hand through his curly hair saying, "Okay, let's get going. Becca, to start, I'm going to have you lie down on your back with your legs together and your arms out at a 45 degree angle." 

Becca followed his instructions and lay down on the sheet. Karen knelt down next to her and inspected her body closely for any lint or fibers that might be picked up in the photos. When she got to Becca's feet, she ran her hands over the soles, rubbing away anything that might have clung to them, and even cleaned between Becca's toes with her finger. Becca giggled and jerked from the ticklish sensation. After she was satisfied, Karen stepped back off the sheet and into her flip flops. 

Lewis stepped out of his sandals and onto the sheet. He lay on his stomach and took numerous pictures across Becca's belly and into her navel. He then shot his way up and over her ribs to her side. Moving her arm above her head, he shot close-ups of her armpit, and then continued up her arm to her palm and fingers. He got a few more of her fingers, instructing her to move them in various ways. He then shot her hair and every part of her face from all angles, zooming in until it looked like an alien landscape. As he worked his way down her other side, he arrived at her chest. Lewis lowered his camera lens right over Becca's nipple and took multiple pictures. Shooting the other one, he then pulled back and got the swell of her breasts against her ribcage. 

All of the attention focused on Becca's tits was making her nipples harder and Lewis noticed. 

"Okay, Becca, I got some good pictures of your...umm...your nipples..." 

He was a little shy and awkward and it made Becca smile. She wasn't the only one who was nervous. 

"They were fairly relaxed, but now I see they are getting more...stiff. Umm...I was wondering, if you wouldn't mind, if you might be able to make them stick out as far as they can...so we can see the juxtaposition of the soft nipples versus the...hard ones..." 

"Sure," Becca said. "No problem. Just give me a second." She reached up and tweaked her nipples, rubbing and flicking them until they were as erect as they would get. She felt the wetness seep from her pussy and she thought she would die of embarrassment. Thankfully, her legs were closed. Maybe she could excuse herself to the bathroom before he shot down there. 

"Oh...that's...that's great. Thank you," he said as he began shooting her nipples again in close-up. 

Becca glanced down and noticed that he was pitching a pretty good-sized tent in the front of his sweats. 

After he was done with her chest, he moved down to her feet, again taking numerous shots with various angles. Working his way up her legs, he shot her shins, knees and thighs. Asking her to flip over, he took another whole series of photographs up the length of her legs. She could tell that he was taking a bunch of pictures of her ass. 'He'd better be,' she thought. In her opinion, her ass was her best feature. 

Lewis pulled her up onto her knees and had her sit back on her heels with her forehead on the floor, so that her ass was in the air. It was spread open to him and her pink asshole winked as her vaginal muscles contracted. He swallowed nervously, taking a number of close-up shots of her cheeks and her anus from different angles and distances. 

"Becca...is it okay if Karen spreads your...umm...your cheeks slightly apart?" She nodded her permission and Karen did her part, pulling Becca's ass cheeks to the side and gaping her tiny butthole. Lewis fired away. 

Finally, he asked her to flip back over onto her back. 

"Okay...umm...this is the part...where we will need to, umm..." 

He had told her yesterday that he didn't normally do these kinds of shoots, and she could tell. She decided to help put him at ease. 

"It's okay, Lewis. Just tell me what you want me to do and I will do it," she said. 

He nodded, pausing for a moment. "All right. Well, I need to get some shots of your private parts, if you don't mind, so would it be okay if I just position your legs how I need them?" 

She nodded and smiled at him and he pushed on her ankles until her knees were bent. He then placed his hands between her knees and spread her legs apart like she was at the gynecologist. He moved her feet further outward, hyperextending her legs until she was more spread open than she ever remembered being in her life. When he looked at her pussy, a tiny stream of fluid ran down her ass and she cringed. 

"I'm so sorry...I can run to the bathroom really quick and clean up..." she said, dying a little bit inside. 




Becca's Freshman Experience Ch. 03



"No! I mean...no, I don't want you to move. I've got you in the perfect light right now. Umm...Karen do you think you could help Becca out here?" 

Karen grabbed some baby wipes and knelt between Becca's legs. Her eyes met Becca's and she smiled briefly before cleaning up her vaginal fluid and drying her off with a lint-free towel. Becca didn't know how well this was going to work. The thought of Karen's hands on her pussy was just going to make her wetter. For the moment it was working, but Becca was sure that she would have to repeat the cleanup before long. 

Lewis got down on his stomach and moved up until his lens was within inches of Becca's splayed pussy. He clicked away over and over from slightly different angles. He moved closer to her, scooting between her legs and leaned over from above, getting a view of her pussy from the top down. When he leaned closer yet, the tip of his dick in his tented sweats poked Becca directly in the vulva. He jumped back and lowered the camera, looking down at himself. There was a wet spot on his sweats from Becca's pussy. 

"I...I'm so sorry, Becca...I didn't mean to get that close..." 

"It's okay, Lewis. Just do what you have to do to get the shots you need," she said with hooded eyes. She was so fucking turned on right now that if Lewis told her he needed to finger bang her to get a shot she would have agreed. 

"Okay...okay...Karen?" He adjusted himself so he wasn't tenting so badly while Karen sopped up the dripping juice from Becca's vagina. After Becca was cleaned up, Lewis continued getting close-up shots of the insides of her thighs, her clitoris, and her vaginal opening. 

"Becca," he said, "I'm going to have Karen spread your...your lips...so I can get some more pictures, okay?" Becca nodded, humming her affirmation. 

Karen tried to figure out the best way to spread Becca's lips while keeping her fingers out of the shot, finally settling on straddling her in a 'sixty-nine' position, leaning on her elbows and reaching around Becca's ass cheeks to pull her apart from the sides. Becca moaned and touched Karen's ass, which was in her face, through her white yoga pants. Lewis' camera fired off shot after shot. 

He had only about half of the shots he required in this position when he realized Becca needed to be wiped once more. Her pussy was practically running and he could smell her warm, musky scent. "Umm...I think we need to clean this up again...don't move, Karen. Is it okay if I do this, Becca?" She consented right away and he touched a baby wipe to her pussy, feeling the folds of her labia beneath his fingertips. He cleaned up the discharge and dried her off, his heart racing like he was on speed. 

Lewis continued his set, even getting some internal shots as Becca breathed deeply, gaping her pussy open. He was tenting badly again. Each time he moved his sweats pressed uncomfortably into his dick, attempting to bend it in half. 

Becca noticed his discomfort and said, "Lewis, that looks painful. Why don't you take your sweats off and get comfortable so you can work without having to worry about that." 

"Oh, I couldn't do that...that wouldn't be professional at all...I'm actually not even wearing underwear..." he stammered. 

"It is only the three of us here, Lewis. This is very informal. It's up to you, but I'm just letting you know that I don't mind." She smiled, looking around Karen's ass, which was still hovering over her face. 

Lewis thought about it and decided that she was probably right. This was sort of informal and it's not like he was used to doing shoots like this. He had no idea that he was going to have so many problems wearing sweat pants. And it would probably help him work more quickly. "Are you sure you are okay with it, Becca?" 

She nodded her head and smiled. He stood up, pulled his sweats down, and his boner sprung straight out. What a relief. That was killing him. He tossed them to the side and continued his photo shoot, having Karen spread Becca's lips in different directions and widths. 

Becca was officially losing her mind. Karen was straddling her, Lewis had a huge cock for a skinny nerd, and her pussy was leaking like a sieve. She wanted to masturbate terribly. 

Lewis told Karen to get up and he kneeled in front of Becca's splayed legs with his dick pointing straight at her pussy. "Becca, do you remember when I had you stimulate your nipples so we could get shots showing the difference before and after?"  

"Yes," she replied. 

"I hate to ask this. It seems so unprofessional, and yet, I think the shots would be remarkable. I would love to get some shots of your...vaginal area...after it's been stimulated...so that the lips are thick and your clit is standing up...I'm really sorry to even bring it up...but does that sound like something you might be able to do?" 

"You want me to stimulate myself?" Becca asked. 

"Yes, if that would be acceptable...if you could maybe...maybe touch yourself a little and get your area worked up...I think we would get some wonderful pictures out of it." 

It took Becca exactly .343 seconds to decide. "Absolutely! Whatever you need, Lewis. I'll masturbate for you." 

The way she said it, had Lewis' hard cock twitching. He ignored it, trying to retain some semblance of professionalism. 

"I have an idea for a shot, though, Lewis," she said. She explained her idea and Lewis nodded his head in agreement that if it turned out, it would be an amazing shot. He also agreed with her idea of what the finished picture could be. He walked off the sheet and grabbed a folding chair. Setting it right off the edge of the sheet, he stood on it and looked down at Becca from above, capturing her entire body. 

Becca began to touch herself, running her fingers through the wetness and pulling it up onto her clit. Lewis began snapping pictures. She was so horny that it wasn't going to take more than minutes for her to reach orgasm. He hadn't specifically asked her to go all the way, but there was no fucking way she was going to stop. She pulled and pinched her labia with both hands. They were already starting to get engorged. She then focused her attention on her clit. She strummed it like a banjo feeling the beginnings of her orgasm already trying to claw its way out of her. Her toes flexed and curled as she worked herself over. 

Keeping her legs open, so she didn't ruin the shots, was the most difficult part. It was instinct to open and close them as her muscles demanded. Keeping them open took concentration. 

She noticed Karen sitting in a chair off to the side with her hand in her yoga pants, getting off. Between that and Lewis standing on the chair documenting her masturbation with his dick sticking out, she was more than stimulated. 

She could feel it. It was right there under the surface. She placed her left arm above her head, bending her elbow and curling her arm around the top of her head. She felt the contractions begin to wash through her uterus as she heard Karen moan through her own orgasm. That was all it took. 

"I'm coming!" she cried. 

Lewis switched over to burst mode, capturing ten frames per second as he watched Becca heave and arch her back off the floor. A modest amount of vaginal fluid squirted out and arced into the air as she convulsed and moaned. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, let alone photographing. He wanted nothing more than to grab his dick and jack off with her. But that wouldn't be right. 

Becca melted into the sheet. Every muscle in her body relaxed into post-orgasmic bliss. She was such a lucky girl, she thought to herself, to have wanted to masturbate, and have the privilege bestowed upon her with Lewis' blessing. She could die right now and be happy. 

"Wow," exclaimed Lewis. "That was awesome. We are going to get some amazing shots out of that. Thank you, Becca. Now, we just need to finish our close-ups and we can wrap up for the day." 

He crawled between her legs again and took photos of her erect clit and red, thickened lips covered in pussy juice and white, creamy discharge. Then he grabbed a wipe and gently cleaned her off. She jumped when he bumped against her clit, but otherwise enjoyed every second of it. He stared into her eyes and she stared back, smiling and chewing on her lower lip. He then took the same set of photos of her vagina after it was clean. 

"It's a wrap," he announced. 

Becca made it to her wobbly legs and tried to rub some feeling back into her thighs. She walked over to Lewis and he showed her the different shots in his digital camera. They were so hot. He was an amazing photographer. 

She felt badly for Lewis, that she and Karen had each come, but here he was still with a raging boner. As she stood next to his shoulder looking at the photos, she reached over and grabbed the large purple head of his dick, stroking it in her palm. He froze momentarily, looking at her and seeing that she was acting like nothing was out of the ordinary. Did she even realize what she was doing? He decided to let her do as she pleased and continued to show her what he thought were the best shots—although it seemed to be getting tougher for him to articulate his thoughts. As he neared the end of the photos he closed his eyes and his stomach muscles began to flex. His breathing grew shallow as she twisted her fingers around the head, pushing and pulling him in her palm. He looked into her eyes and his face contorted into an orgasmic grimace. Lewis came hard and his ejaculate flew in seven or eight long spurts to the floor before it finally dribbled down Becca's hand. He steadied himself on her shoulder and trembled. Afterward, he stared at her as if questioning why she had done it. 

"It was only fair," she said, shrugging her shoulders and smiling. 

Lewis went to grab the baby wipes, but to his wonderment, Becca was already cleaning off her hand with her tongue, so he wiped himself instead. After she finished licking his cum off herself, she grabbed a towel and dried off. Retrieving her sundress from the hanger, she pulled it over her head. Then she slid her feet into her slippers and walked back to Lewis. 

"Well," he said. "I want to thank you again from the bottom of my heart, Becca...for everything." He smiled. "This was an incredible experience. The photography exhibit will be on Saturday, two weeks from tomorrow. Your part in this is officially over, although, you are more than welcome to come by and look at the finished photos." 

"Are you kidding me? I wouldn't miss it! I will definitely be there! I'll probably bring some friends with me too." She kissed Lewis on the cheek, and then kissed Karen as well before heading toward the door. "Oh, Lewis, don't forget to use the shot we talked about," she said. 

He smiled and asked, "Even if it ruins your anonymity?" 

"I think it's a beautiful photo. Use it." She waved and walked out of the building, heading toward her dorm. Checking her phone, she saw that D.J. had texted her, saying he had her shirt and towel. She texted him back and said she would get with him later. She was still so turned on that she was practically high on hormones and she hoped desperately that Miranda was available. 

******************** 

Becca arrived at their room to find it empty. She paced like a cougar, trying to burn off her sexual energy. Dangerous, risky thoughts started tumbling through her head and she thought she might end up doing something that could get her in a lot of trouble when Miranda arrived. 

As soon as her dark-haired waifish roommate was through the door, Becca pounced. She grabbed her face and kissed her ravenously. Miranda responded immediately, throwing her arms around Becca and clinging to her for dear life. 

Becca turned her around and backed her to her bed, throwing her on the sheets. Miranda immediately started taking off her shirt and bra while Becca pulled off her boots and socks. As soon as Miranda's feet were bare, Becca attacked them with her mouth, inhaling the stale, musty scent and licking them all over. Miranda stared with wide eyes and squeezed her nipples as Becca tongue-fucked her feet, running it in between her toes and sucking on them. 

Becca pulled her sundress over her head and climbed on top of Miranda, who was shimmying off her pants and panties. Becca ripped the clothing the rest of the way off of her legs and shoved her face into Miranda's vagina. Miranda yowled as Becca rammed her tongue in and out. She sucked ferociously on her clit and Miranda yelped, trying to crawl out from under her, scooting herself toward the headboard. Becca was unrelenting; practically raping her with her mouth. Miranda screamed as Becca continued the oral assault on her clit. She tried to push Becca's face away from her crotch until a wave of pleasure washed through her. Becca had come on too strong at first and Miranda's vagina hadn't been ready, but Becca's tongue had now changed that. Miranda was cooing and panting as Becca forcefully sucked the orgasm out of her friend's womb. Miranda held her breath as the pressure built and built, finally exploding in rapid succession like machine gun fire through her pelvis. She let out a howl that was sure to be heard up and down the hallway outside the door. 

Becca pulled her face back, covered in Miranda's cum, and stared at her sexy little girlfriend, who was panting and shaking. She licked her lips, savoring only her second taste of vagina. It was heavenly. 

As Miranda calmed down she looked at Becca and said, "What the fuck was THAT all about?" Not waiting for a response, she grabbed Becca by the throat and tossed her to the bed, trading places. Becca stared at her with fear in her eyes. Was Miranda going to go down on her in the same way that she had just done to Miranda? She had never been eaten out by a girl before and she was scared. 

"I know this is your first time, so just be thankful I don't hate-fuck you like you just did me." Miranda spread Becca's legs and kissed her gently on the clit. Just the thought of Miranda between her legs had her oozing cum and her heart was racing. Miranda licked Becca's juices out from between her lips and Becca moaned. 

She had been eaten out by only two people in her entire life. Her ex-boyfriend had no idea what he was doing and receiving oral from him sucked. Her stepdad DEFINITELY knew what he was doing and it was AWESOME. But this was different. It was softer and gentler. She was being eaten out by a girl...and it was amazing. 

Miranda lovingly licked all around Becca's lips, inside and out. She probed with her tongue and peppered her sex with kisses, sucking the pink skin here and there. Becca seemed like she was almost ready to come and Miranda hadn't even gotten to her clit yet. Sensing that Becca wouldn't last long, Miranda zoned in on the erect little button, sucking gently and flicking it with her tongue. Within thirty seconds, Becca was begging her to make her come. She cried out as Miranda increased the suction and shoved two fingers inside her vagina, curling them upwards and stroking her G-spot. Becca's legs shook and she grabbed Miranda's hair, holding her face to her crotch. Miranda slammed her fingers in and out of Becca's cunt and sucked super-hard on her clit as a little bit of payback. Becca screamed and let loose. Miranda, expecting it this time, opened up and let the geyser of girl-cum fill her mouth. 

As Becca lay helpless underneath her roommate, Miranda crawled up, stuck her fingers in Becca's mouth and pried it open. She then spit half of Becca's cum into her mouth. With wide eyes, Becca accepted the liquid from Miranda's lips, swallowing it. Miranda swished what was left around her tongue and swallowed as well. She kissed Becca hard; rubbing her tits over Becca's and squeezing her ass. 

"I love you," Becca cried into Miranda's lips. 

"I love you too, Becca," Miranda whispered. She kissed her again and then fell down next to her. 

It was only about 5pm and Becca was wasted. She sunk into the pillows. She didn't even have the energy to get out of bed for dinner, so Miranda volunteered to go out and pick them up something to eat. 

After she dressed, Miranda pushed their beds together, turning them into a single king-sized bed. Becca smiled and laughed, but her heart jumped at the thought of waking up every morning in Miranda's arms. 

Miranda went to the dining hall and picked up a couple slices of pizza and salads, but by the time she returned to the room, Becca was out cold. She ate by herself and put Becca's food in the mini-frig before snuggling up to her roommate on the bed, popping in her earbuds and picking up her chemistry book. 

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Becca woke up bright and early Saturday morning with Miranda wrapped around her like a baby koala. She couldn't sleep any longer because she had crashed so early last night, so she carefully extracted herself from the smaller girl's arms and legs, kissed her gently on the lips and crawled out of bed. She went to grab a t-shirt and then thought twice. Yesterday morning she had walked nude from the guys' bathroom all the way to the girls' without too many issues. Technically, she should be able to walk to the girls' room, which was just down the hall from her, with even less trouble. Thinking about it gave her butterflies and made her wet. Slipping on her shower shoes, she grabbed a towel and her shower caddy, making sure also to take her keys. Might she really be able to do this on an ongoing basis? So far she hadn't had any real problems. She exhaled nervously and walked out of her dorm room. 

Almost as soon as the door shut, the black girl she had seen in the dayroom yesterday morning came walking around the corner from the left. 

"Hey, girl," she said. "You're at it again, huh?" 

"Hi...yeah...the bathroom is just right down at the end of the hall, so I figured, what the hell...you know?" 

"Hey, whatever works. I'm headed to the showers myself. I'm Niki, by the way." She stuck her hand out and Becca shook it, introducing herself. 

Becca walked next to her and asked, "Has anyone said anything about yesterday?" 

"Not that I've heard. You might want to be careful, though. If one of the R.A.'s or an administrator sees you, you might get in trouble." 

"Yeah, I know." 

As they made their way down the hall, the outside door at the end slammed open and a guy in running clothes came through. 

"Hey, it's the naked girl!" he said and smiled. "There's been a rumor going around that there was a girl walking around nude, but I didn't believe it." 

Becca smiled, even though she was feeling extremely uncomfortable. Niki continued to walk next to Becca, posturing protectively with a look of blatant attitude on her face. "Is there a problem with it?" she asked. 

"Not at all," the runner said as he walked up to them. Becca noticed his eyes flick down and take in her nakedness, but he didn't leer, and he held his hand out to her. "I'm Ben." 

"Becca," she said, shaking his hand. He shook Niki's hand as well and she introduced herself. 

"I heard that you are protesting oppressive laws or something. I think that's admirable. I'm all for it. I'd do it too, but you can bet your ass that a naked guy walking around would get the cops called ten times faster than a naked girl." 

"I'm not really protesting anything," she said. "But thanks." 

"That's cool. Look, I'm not trying to take advantage of a naked girl or anything, but if you'd like to hang out sometime I'd be cool with it." 

There was something about him that Becca liked. He seemed genuine. So, she took his phone and typed in her number. He smiled and told her he would call her soon and looked forward to hanging out with her. As he passed them, Becca caught him checking out her ass out of the corner of her eye. She couldn't fault him for it. He was a guy, after all. 




Becca's Freshman Experience Ch. 03



Niki and Becca walked into the girls' room talking about guys and college. Becca set her towel on the ledge outside of the stall and started the water. Just as she was about to close the curtain, she was surprised to see a nude Niki walk in and shut the curtain herself. Becca looked at her as if to ask what she was doing, but Niki just kept talking. So, Becca stood under the water for a minute and then gave it over to Niki while she shampooed her hair, listening to the black girl talk and talk. 

Niki was even taller than Becca. She looked like an athlete, with thick, muscular thighs and booty, a thinner waist, and boobs as big as, or even bigger than Miranda's. Her nipples were a dark brown and her pussy was shaved. Her hair was done in thick cornrows, pulled into a ponytail, and hung below her shoulder blades in the back. She stepped out of the spray and let Becca rinse her hair. 

Becca smiled, listening to Niki talk. She interjected here and there, but the majority of the time it was all Niki. She carried on like they had known each other for years. By the time the shower was over, Niki had invited Becca to a frat party, which was in a couple of weeks. Becca said she would get back to her, and they exchanged room numbers. 

Walking back to her room naked, Becca felt like she had made a friend. She unlocked her door and hung her towel up, slipping out of her shower shoes. She crawled back into bed and snuggled up to Miranda, wrapping her legs around her and falling back to sleep. 

******************** 

A couple hours later, after they woke up and Miranda had showered, Becca drove them to the mall. Their first stop was Victoria's Secret. 

"Why are we going in here?" asked Miranda. 

"Because I've seen your panties. You need some new underwear. Trust me." 

Miranda picked seven matching bra and panty sets, two of which were vetoed by Becca, who picked out sixteen more. The panties Miranda had chosen were more conservative, with a higher waist, and a wider cut that covered her ass cheeks. Becca selected some bikini underwear, some boy shorts, and even a few thongs, which Miranda shook her head at. Becca told her she needed to try them on. 

They went into the changing room together and Miranda stripped. As she went to pull off her large panties, she realized she was nervous about changing like this in front of Becca, even though they had had sex and seen each other naked. It didn't quite make sense, but watching someone change their underwear seemed a little more intimate. She quickly pulled them off so she didn't have to dwell on it. 

Becca had her try on the boy shorts and a matching bra, which looked super-cute on her, then she tried on a pair of bikini panties. 

Shyly, Miranda said, "Half my ass is hanging out, Becca!" 

"And it looks gorgeous, Miranda," Becca replied. "Now, try on a thong." 

"I really don't want to wear a thong..." 

"Try it." 

She pulled a purple one on, and when it snugged up into her ass crack and rubbed against her anus, she cringed. "It feels like I have a massive wedgie!" 

"You will get used to it," Becca said. She grabbed Miranda's butt and whispered into her ear, "Your ass looks so hot I could eat it right here..." 

Miranda's eyes smoldered with sex and she said, "Fine. I'll keep them." She changed into the matching bra, which was a little purple push-up that made her C-Cup tits stand at attention. Looking in the mirror, she had to admit that her body rocked in this underwear. 

Becca yanked the tags off and told her not to take them off. She picked up Miranda's panties that she had worn to the store and sniffed the crotch. Miranda's mouth fell open and she slapped Becca on the arm, taking the panties and stuffing them in her purse. Becca grinned devilishly, backed her against the mirrored wall and tongue-kissed her. Miranda moaned quietly into Becca's mouth and they made out for a couple minutes. 

With regret, Becca pulled away from her roommate and said, "Come on. We have a lot of shopping to get done." 

They paid for the underwear, along with the tags from the pieces she was currently wearing, and walked to the next store. They picked out some cute outfits and as Becca watched Miranda in the changing room, she badly wanted to masturbate. Miranda was the hottest little thing...especially now that she was wearing normal makeup and styling her hair so it wasn't sticking up like a rooster. The purple thong completely disappeared into her ass and it made Becca's mouth water. A few weeks ago, she didn't know how long she was going to last, living with Miranda. Now she thought the same thing, but for different reasons. All she wanted to do was have sex with this girl 24 hours a day! 

Before Miranda had a chance to change into a cute blue blouse, Becca grabbed the cup of her bra and pulled it down. She lowered her face to Miranda's chest and sucked her nipple into her mouth. Miranda closed her eyes and sighed, holding onto the back of Becca's head. Then she pulled her hair, backing her off. 

"Fuck, Becca, we're never going to get done at this rate," Miranda panted. Becca's eyes fluttered in lust and she took a deep breath, trying to clear her head. Miranda adjusted her bra and pulled her blouse on. It was gorgeous and it fit her well. 

"I feel really bad that your dad is paying for all of this, Becca. I definitely want to pay him back, but it's going to take a while." 

"Don't worry about it, sweetie. My dad can afford it. He even upped our budget from $500 to $2,000. He is a generous guy. Plus, I'll be paying him back one way or another." 

Miranda wondered exactly what Becca meant by that, but she let it go for now. As they spent the day shopping, Miranda had bought enough clothing to last her for three weeks without doing any laundry. She was beaming and it brought a smile to Becca's face to know that her roommate was so happy. As they were walking out of the mall, D.J. texted. 





Becca's Freshman Experience Ch. 03



"Oh, I've got it," she said. "Do you want to know why I was in the guys' bathroom yesterday morning?" 

His eyes lit up. "Yes. I've been wondering about that for two days." 

"Well, I went to take a shower yesterday morning and I locked myself out of my room. I didn't want to knock because my roommate was still sleeping and I didn't want to wake her. I was going to go into the girls' room, but I knew I would be done quickly and my roommate might still be sleeping. So, at the last second, I decided to go all the way over to the guys' side, thinking that it was early enough that I wouldn't really see anyone, and it would waste some more time. So, I went in there, left my shirt and towel on the ledge outside of the shower, and when I got done they were gone, thanks to YOU...asshole..." She smiled and punched him in the arm. 

"No, Joel took them. I didn't take them," he interjected. 

"Anyway...they were gone and I had to walk this gorgeous naked ass all the way back to my room." She pouted like she was mad, but he smiled and she couldn't help smiling too. 

"Wait a minute," he said. "Coming over to our side would have taken a little longer, but it wouldn't really have taken that much more time than if you had just showered over there. Something doesn't add up..." 

"Well, I might have intended to do something else while I was in the shower," she mumbled. 

"Intended to do what?" he asked with playfully suspicious eyes. 

Becca blushed from ear to ear, staring at him, and said, "I was going to masturbate." 

"You were going to MASTURBATE!! In the guys' SHOWER?? How DARE you!!" he shouted in faux outrage. 

Becca covered his mouth with her hand, laughing and blushing, and said, "Shut up! People are going to hear you through the door!" 

She took her hand away and D.J. looked at her and said, "You're a crazy girl." 

"Maybe," she said, smirking and turning her eyes to the side. 

A silence filled with sexual tension descended on the room and Becca glanced at the clock. It was after 11pm. 

"I should head back to my room. My roommate is going to think you raped and killed me." 

"I would never do either of those things. Well, maybe one of those things...but only if you wanted me to," he reassured her with a smile. 

Becca rolled her eyes and smiled back. "Thanks for letting me see the man-cave. Maybe we can hang out again." 

"Are you kidding me? We absolutely should hang out again. Oh! Before I forget..." He walked over to his desk and grabbed her towel and t-shirt from yesterday morning. "I washed it for you." 

She took them and thanked him. As she walked over to the door, he looked like he wanted to kiss her, but was unsure if it was the right thing to do, so she leaned over and closed her eyes. He placed his hand on her cheek and kissed her gently, nibbling her lower lip, and then pulled away. 'Mmmm...' she thought to herself. She said goodnight and walked to the other side of the building and into her room. 

When she walked in the door, Miranda was studying with the covers pulled up to her neck. When she saw Becca, she pulled the earbuds out of her ears and asked, "Well? How did it go?" 

Setting the t-shirt and towel down, she said, "We ate pizza and watched a movie. We talked for a little while and then I let him give me a little kiss before I left." 

Miranda thought it over and determined that she wasn't too upset over that. She pulled the covers off of herself, showing Becca that she was completely nude. Becca smiled and began to undress. 

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Two weeks later 

Kelsey stood in Becca and Miranda's room. All three of them wore shower shoes and t-shirts with nothing underneath. In their hands they held their shower caddies. 

"I can't do this," Miranda said, practically hyperventilating. "I thought I could, but I can't." 

"You can do this, beautiful," Becca whispered in her ear. "We will be right there with you." 

Miranda shook her head. "Please don't make me, Becca." 

"I would NEVER make you, Miranda...but I would love it if you were there. Think about how hot it would be..." 

"What if we get caught?" 

"We won't get caught...at least not by anyone who is going to turn us in. I can handle anything that comes up. Trust me. And if someone sees you naked...so what? The world won't end...but it might be a little more exciting..." She nibbled Miranda's ear and whispered, "I won't make you do it if you don't want to, but I have to do it." 

Becca looked at Kelsey and said, "Are you ready?" 

Kelsey's face was red and she looked like she might pass out, but she nodded her head. Becca looked at Miranda. 

Miranda exhaled quickly three times, puffing her cheeks out like she was psyching herself up for a prize fight. "Okay. Let's do this before I change my mind." 

Becca smiled broadly and opened the door. They stepped out into the hallway and turned left, heading for the guys' bathroom. 

To be continued...