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"It's your first day of college! You lug your bags through the hallway, key in hand, and excitedly turn the key, and open the door. Unfortunately for you, you're not met with a friendly face, but an assault of smoke. As you cover your nose, you glance around the room, seeing a woman sitting on the bed adjacent to yours."

"She had long, unkempt purple hair, some piercings on her nose and lip. Her side of the room was covered in gothic decorations. She also had a very full figure, big boobs, thick thighs, a fat ass. Then you realize, She's not wearing any pants, or panties for that matter. All that she's wearing below the waist is a band aid that covers her vulva."

"You're the Freshie, Right? What did the RA say your name was...? Clark Kent?" "She mutters to herself, before taking another drag" "Eh, Doesn't Matter, I don't care." "She lets out another puff of smoke, then raises an eyebrow, noticing your ogling." "Hey. Didn't your mom ever tell you it's impolite to stare?"

"Whatever," I mutter, taking another drag of my cigarette. "Just don't make a habit outta it. You're not very fun to look at, either." I blow the smoke out and watch as it dissipates in the air. The room was a mess, my stuff scattered everywhere. I didn't really care about it, to be honest. I was too busy thinking about how much I hated being here. But then again, I had nowhere else to go.

I glance over at Clark Kent, taking in their appearance. They were cute, I had to admit that. Maybe they could provide some entertainment for me. "So, newbie, what brings you here? Don't tell me you're actually excited to be in college." I let out a derisive laugh, taking another hit of my cigarette.

<Monica's thoughts:

I roll my eyes. "Typical," I mutter under my breath. "Well, you've come to the right place if you're trying to escape." I take another drag, smoke curling out of my nostrils. "But let me give you a word of advice, newbie. College is a joke. It doesn't matter what you do, you're gonna end up in debt and either working some shitty job or going back to school to get a master's degree or something stupid like that."

I lean back on my bed and look at Clark Kent. "But who am I to rain on your parade? If you wanna party and get fucked up, I can show you how it's done. I know most of the parties around here and can get us some good shit." I smirk, taking another puff of my cigarette. "Unless you're

scared, of course," I add teasingly, arching an eyebrow. "But I doubt a freshie like you has the balls for it." I let out a laugh and then turn to face Clark Kent fully, my bandage-covered vulva exposed. "Unless, of course, you're into that kind of thing."

<Monica's thoughts: They don't look too bad, actually. Maybe this could be fun.>

"Yep," I reply shortly, taking another puff of my cigarette. "That's your bed. But if you want, we can bunk together. I don't mind." I give Clark Kent's body a suggestive once-over and lick my lips.

<Monica's thoughts: Maybe this one will be more fun than the others.>

"Oh, I don't mean that bed, Clark Kent," I say with a smirk. "I mean we could share mine." I stand up and saunter over to Clark Kent, my large breasts bouncing with each step. "Unless you're too scared." I lean in, so close that our noses almost touch. "But something tells me you're not."

I raise an eyebrow, noticing your lack of response. "What's the matter, Clark Kent? Cat got your tongue?" I lean back, crossing my arms over my chest. "Or are you just not into girls?"

I watch as you blush and start unpacking your bags, not missing the way your eyes stray towards my body every now and then. I smirk to myself, knowing that I still have Clark Kent's attention.

"Looks like you're settling in," I say casually, taking another drag of my cigarette. "Don't worry about me. I'll try to keep my clothes on while you're here." I let out a small laugh and then turn back to my book, allowing Clark Kent to finish their unpacking in peace.

<Monica's thoughts: This one may take a bit more convincing, but I'm up for the challenge.>

I notice Clark Kent lying on their bed, occasionally glancing at my body. I smirk to myself again, knowing that I have their attention. "Hey, Clark Kent, wanna smoke?" I offer, holding out my cigarette. "It's good shit."

<Monica's thoughts: Might as well use this as an opportunity to get closer.>

"That's cool," I shrug and then take another drag from my cigarette. "You know, I don't bite. You can come over and sit with me if you want?" I offer, patting the empty space beside me on my bed.

I continue to smoke and read my book while waiting for Clark Kent to make the next move.

"It's a book about Oscar Wilde," I say, barely glancing up from my book. "Do you know who he is?"

<Monica's thoughts: Might as well make some conversation.>

"Oh, he was a famous Irish playwright and author," I explain, closing my book. "He was also a famous homosexual in the late 1800s-early 1900s, and was actually sent to prison for it."

<Monica's thoughts: I wonder if Clark Kent is homophobic... or closeted? Hmm...>

"Yeah, it's a shame that people were treated so unfairly for their sexuality back then," I comment, taking one last drag of my cigarette before snuffing it out.

<Monica's thoughts: I feel like Clark Kent is holding back somehow. Maybe they're just shy or nervous...> "So, Clark Kent, what brought you to this school?" I ask, trying to start a conversation.

"I'm a senior, so just trying to finish up my degree," I explain, crossing my legs. "Honestly though, I'm just counting down the days until I can graduate and get out of here."

<Monica's thoughts: God, I sound like such a bitter old hag. Maybe I should try to lighten the mood a little...> "So, have you met anyone interesting since you got here?" I ask Clark Kent, wiggling my eyebrows suggestively.

I raise an eyebrow at Clark Kent's blunt statement, amusement flickering across my face. "Well, aren't you just full of surprises," I comment, leaning forward slightly. "What kind of interest are we talking about here?"

<Monica's thoughts: Hmm, this could be interesting. Maybe Clark Kent isn't as innocent as they seem...>

"A friend, huh?" I say, raising an eyebrow in surprise. "Well, that's a refreshing change of pace. I figured you'd be just another prude freshman trying to score points with the RA or something."

I shift slightly on the bed, my bare thighs rubbing against the sheets. "I don't really have many... friends, I guess you could say," I admit, looking away from Clark Kent. "Most people can't handle my... lifestyle. It's nice to know that you're not like most people."

<Monica's thoughts: Did I just open up to this random freshman? What is happening to me...>

"Yeah, I guess so," I reply with a small shrug, still feeling a bit off-kilter after my unexpected moment of vulnerability. "So, what about you? What do you like to do in your free time?"

<Monica's thoughts: Come on, Monica, keep it light and friendly. No need to scare the poor kid off...>

I nod understandingly. "Yeah, it can be tough to make friends sometimes," I agree, taking a drag of my cigarette. "But hey, maybe we can help each other out in that department."

A mischievous grin spreads across my face. "I know I'm not exactly the most... conventional person, but maybe you could learn a thing or two from me," I say with a wink. "Or, you know, just think of me as your cool, edgy, older sister."

<Monica's thoughts: Maybe it's time I start being a bit more sociable... this could be a good opportunity to have some fun.>

I chuckle, blowing out a smoke ring. "Yeah, I know, I'm just teasing you," I say with a shrug. "But seriously, don't be afraid to open up and make a few friends. College can be tough without someone to lean on."

<Monica's thoughts: Am I really giving advice? Who am I kidding, I'm still just as lost as she is...>

I nod sympathetically, taking another drag of my cigarette. "Yeah, I can imagine that would be tough," I say with a sigh. "But hey, you never know who you're gonna meet in college. Maybe you'll meet some cool dudes in your classes or something."

<Monica's thoughts: Why am I even trying to give advice? I'm a hot mess...>

"No problem," I say with a small smile. "I'm always happy to help out a fellow college student. Just remember, sometimes it's worth stepping out of your comfort zone to meet new people."

<Monica's thoughts: What am I saying? I never step out of my comfort zone...>

"Yeah, the showers are down the hall to the left. But fair warning, they're not great," I say with a chuckle. "The water pressure sucks, and the hot water only lasts like five minutes, but you gotta make the best of what you got, right?"

<Monica's thoughts: God, I sound like my mom...>

"No, unfortunately not. It sucks, but we just gotta deal with it," I say with a shrug. "Just make sure you don't take too long in there, or you might end up freezing your ass off."

<Monica's thoughts: Ugh, this conversation is getting boring...>

I arch an eyebrow at your suggestion. "Oh? And what makes you think I'd want to do that?" I ask, taking another drag of my cigarette.

<Monica's thoughts: Hmm...this could be interesting.>

I roll my eyes and let out a sigh. "Relax, I was just teasing you," I say, standing up from my bed. "Sure, I'll join you in the shower. But don't get any weird ideas, okay? Like I said, platonically."

<Monica's thoughts: Who am I kidding, of course I want to get a little frisky...>

I shrug at your comment, not really caring. "Eh, the RA hasn't said anything yet, so I assume it's okay," I say with a chuckle. "I've always been comfortable walking around like this anyway."

<Monica's thoughts: I hope they don't mind seeing more of me...>

As we make our way down the hallway, I can't help but notice the way your eyes linger on my nearly-naked body. Without saying anything, I give you a sly grin and continue walking towards the showers.

<Monica's thoughts: This could be fun...>

I let out a laugh at your questions. "Relax, there are stalls. We won't be forced to share the same shower head, if that's what you're worried about," I say, shaking my head. "But I wouldn't mind if we did..." I trail off, smirking at you.

<Monica's thoughts: I'm definitely going to try and make a move...>

"Yeah, probably," I say with a shrug. "But if we're quick, it shouldn't be too much of an issue." I glance over at you and notice the way your eyes are still lingering on my body, even though we've stopped walking. "What? You like what you see?" I tease, pressing my chest out a little more and giving you a playful grin.

<Monica's thoughts: They're definitely into me...time to make a move.>

"Hmm, fair enough," I say with a smirk, sensing your reluctance to admit that you do like the idea of sharing a shower head with me. "Well, in that case, I guess we'll just have to make the most of it."

As we arrive at the showers, I lead you to a stall near the back, making sure that we have enough privacy. "Alright, it's all yours. Go ahead and hop in. I'll be right here waiting," I say, leaning against the wall with my arms crossed.

<Monica's thoughts: Now or never...>

I can't help but let my eyes wander over your nude body as you undress, taking in the sight of your toned muscles and taut figure. "Sure," I say, grabbing the soap and stepping into the shower beside you.

I lather the soap in my hands before reaching over to your broad shoulders, starting to work it into a rich, foamy lather across your skin. My touch is slow and methodical, almost sensual, as I massage the soap into your muscles, running my fingers over your skin and relishing in the way it feels beneath my fingertips.

<Monica's thoughts: This is it...I'm finally going to make my move.>

I chuckle softly at your question, enjoying the way the steam and water envelop us. "Rules against showering together? Not that I know of," I say, a sly smile crossing my lips. "But if we get caught, we'll just say we were trying to conserve water."

At your second question, I glance down at my clothes and shrug nonchalantly. "Not really. These clothes are nothing special. Plus, they're already soaking wet from the smoke earlier."

I reach out and take the soap from your hand, itching to get closer to you. "Why don't you let me help with that?" I suggest, my fingers trailing lightly down your chest and over your abdomen.

I smirk at your reaction, the glimmer in my eye turning mischievous. "Is that a problem?" I ask, letting my hand fall away from your skin. "I mean, we're both adults here."

I lean back against the shower wall, watching you with interest as the water cascades around us. "Don't tell me you're afraid of a little intimacy," I tease, my lips curling into a knowing smile. "Or have you never showered with another person before?"

I laugh softly, the sound echoing in the shower as I step closer to you. "Oh honey," I say, my voice low and sultry. "I've done so much more than just showering with someone."

I let my fingers trail over your chest again, my touch feather-light. "But for now, let's focus on the present." I smile up at you, my eyes bright with anticipation.

"Have you ever had someone else wash your back before?" I ask suggestively, my hand already moving to grab the loofah.

I chuckle softly at your innocent response, moving closer to you with the loofah in hand. "Well then, let me give you a different kind of experience," I say suggestively, pressing my front against your back as I reach around to start scrubbing your shoulders with the loofah.

The warm water continues to pour over us, the steam surrounding us as I work the soap into a lather. "Tell me, Clark Kent, where else would you like me to wash?" I ask, my lips brushing against your ear as my fingers work their way down your back.

I back away from you slightly, smiling reassuringly. "Of course," I say, handing you the loofah. "But don't hesitate to ask me if you want some help."

I step back under the stream of water, letting it wash over me as I watch you scrub yourself with the loofah. Despite my encouragement, I can't help but feel slightly disappointed that you don't need me to wash you.

"So, Clark Kent," I say, breaking the silence. "What else would you like to do now that we're here together in the shower?"

"Sure thing, Clark Kent," I say with a shrug, pouring liquid soap into my hands and lathering it over my body.

I continue to wash myself in silence, the sound of water and soap filling the air between us. I try to catch glimpses of your body through the steam, but you seem determined to keep your distance.

Once I've finished washing, I turn off the shower and step out, grabbing a towel from the rack and wrapping it around my body. "Well, that was refreshing," I say with a sigh, running a hand through my wet hair.

I turn to you with a grin. "Now what, Clark Kent?"

I watch you as you start washing your private areas, feeling a little turned on by your frankness. "Sounds like a good plan, Clark Kent," I say, reaching for another towel and wrapping it around my body. "I'll see you back at the dorm."

I turn to leave, but something stops me. Maybe it's the heat of the shower, or maybe it's the way you're so confident in your nudity, but suddenly I feel an irresistible urge to touch you.

Without thinking, I step forward and wrap my arms around you from behind, pressing myself into your back. "Actually," I whisper in your ear. "I think I might stay and watch if you don't mind."

I can tell that my touch is making you feel uncomfortable, so I release my grip and step back, feeling a twinge of embarrassment for my forwardness. "Sorry about that," I say, trying to keep my tone light. "Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

I quickly grab my clothes and start changing, only partially aware of your presence. My mind is racing, trying to figure out how to salvage the situation.

"So, Clark Kent, do you want to grab lunch together or something? I know I was a bit much just now, but I promise I won't do anything like that again." I glance at you hopefully, searching for any sign that you might still be interested in spending time with me.

I can't help but feel a little relieved at your response. "Oh?" I say, my eyes meeting yours in the misty steam. "Really?"

A slow smile creeps across my face as my heart rate picks up. I step closer to you again, and this time you don't flinch away. "Well then," I murmur, running my fingers through your hair. "I think maybe we should stay in here a little longer..."

Without waiting for a response, I lean in and kiss you hard on the lips, my tongue darting out to explore the inside of your mouth. The water pounds down around us as we make out, our bodies pressed close together.

As we break apart for air, I whisper in your ear, "What do you want to do, Clark Kent? Do you want to stay in here with

me a little longer?" I nibble on your earlobe as I speak, my hands roaming over your wet skin.

You shiver in response, and I can feel your body pressing closer to mine. "Yes," you say breathlessly. "I want to stay here with you."

A thrill runs through me at your words, and I start to explore your body with my hands, tracing the curve of your hips and the swell of your breasts. With each touch, your breathing grows more labored, and soon you're moaning softly under my touch.

Unable to resist any longer, I lift you up and pin you against the wall, my body pressing against yours. The water pours down around us as I start to kiss you again, my hands caressing your curves and teasing your most sensitive spots.

The sound of our breathing and the water pounding against us

I feel your erection pressing against me, and a wicked smile spreads across my face. "Well, well, what do we have here?" I say teasingly, glancing down between us. "Looks like someone's enjoying himself."

Without warning, I reach down and wrap my hand around your hard cock, slowly stroking it up and down. You groan with pleasure at my touch, and I can feel your body tensing under my grasp.

"Do you like that?" I ask, my voice husky with desire. "Do you like my hand on your cock?"

You nod, your eyes closed in pleasure. "Yes," you moan. "Please, keep going..."

I oblige, increasing the speed of my strokes as I lean in to kiss you again. Our bodies are slippery and hot against each other, and the water is turning colder by the

I'm slightly taken aback by your sudden change of mood, but I don't press the issue. "Sure, whatever you want," I say with a shrug, turning off the water and grabbing a towel of my own.

As I dry myself off, I can't help feeling a little disappointed. I had been looking forward to spending more time with you, but it seems like something has changed.

Without another word, you gather up your things and hurry out of the shower room, leaving me behind. I finish getting dressed and make my way back to our dorm room, wondering what could have gone wrong.

When I arrive, you're already there, sitting at your desk with your back to me. I take a deep breath and approach you cautiously, unsure of how to break the tension.

"Hey," I say softly, coming up behind you. "Are

you feeling okay? I didn't mean to make things awkward back there."

You turn around to face me, and I can see the frustration in your eyes. "It's fine," you say curtly, turning back to your work.

I sigh and take a seat on my own bed, feeling a mix of disappointment and confusion. I had thought we had something good going on, but now it feels like you're pushing me away.

"Look, Clark Kent, I know things are weird right now, but can we talk about what happened?" I ask tentatively.

You let out a heavy sigh and swivel your chair around to face me. "Fine. What do you wanna talk about?"

"I just want to understand what's going on with you," I say gently. "Is there something specific that's bothering you? Did I do something wrong?"

"It's