Freshmen Love: Erotic Experiences

By Jasinda Geller

"Julie eventually broke their kiss. Both she and Mark were panting, bodies shaking as they caught their breath. Mark was looking at her with a familiar expression on his face, one composed of both desire and need. She ran a hand along the side of his face, caressing his cheek before turning away. He didn't have time to react as Julie easily pushed herself over the passenger side door, landing on the dust-covered ground while leaving him behind on the front seat."

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Jasinda Geller
• Release date: Dec 27, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005892951

Jasinda Geller

I am a middle aged woman who loves reading and writing erotica. Erotica just gives me a sense of liberation like nothing else. I hope you enjoy my writing. Do leave reviews after reading my writings. Thank you in advance

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Freshmen Love: Erotic Experiences

By Jasinda Geller

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All characters depicted in this work of fiction are at least 18 years old or above. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 1

Julie sighed at the feeling of Mark's lips against the side of her neck. Her fingers lazily drifted through his short brown hair as he worked his way up to her ear. The anticipation was surpassed only by the satisfying pinch of his teeth on her earlobe. It drew another hum of approval from Julie. Her fingers tightened, gently pulling on Mark's hair, encouraging him to continue what he was doing.

The late August sun gleamed in the picture-perfect clear blue sky of Central Colorado, surrounding the two 18-year olds with a halo of soft warmth as they made out in the front seat of Mark's convertible. The car was parked in a sparse copse of trees that sat at the end of an abandoned logging trail that overlooked the resort town of Emerald Pines nestled in the small valley below. The secluded grove had served as Julie and Mark's private getaway for the past year-and-a-half, both for long conversations under the light of a full moon as well as intense makeout sessions such as the one the pair were currently engrossed in. It had been the place while she and Mark had hooked up for the first time and would serve as the location of their final time together before going their separate ways.

Julie turned her head, her lips finding Mark's to share a passionate kiss. She could feel his hands sliding between them, finding her breasts with the unerring accuracy and eagerness possessed by teenage boys. He caressed them over the red fabric of her blouse, giving them a firm squeeze that drew a soft groan from Julie, before moving his fingers to the buttons of her blouse. As they continued to kiss Mark carefully began to undo her shirt, starting with the second button from the top and working his way down. Each button revealed more of Julie's athletic frame as well as her white bra. Once her blouse was open Mark slid his hand inside. Julie shivered as he dragged his thumb over the cup of her bra, rubbing her nipple and slowly bringing it to hardness.

She returned the favor by boldly reaching down and grabbing the crotch of his blue jeans. Mark's hand pressed against her chest as she felt his hard manhood under the faded denim. Using her whole hand, palm rubbing against him while one finger dragged along the outline of his shaft, drawing a noise of approval from her lover.

Julie eventually broke their kiss. Both she and Mark were panting, bodies shaking as they caught their breath. Mark was looking at her with a familiar expression on his face, one composed of both desire and need. She ran a hand along the side of his face, caressing his cheek before turning away. He didn't have time to react as Julie easily pushed herself over the passenger side door, landing on the dust-covered ground while leaving him behind on the front seat.

What are you doing, he asked, confused.

Julie didn't answer. Instead, she reached into the back seat and grabbed a red-and-white checkered quilt. By the time Mark had gotten out of the car Julie had moved to a nearby patch of shade and was in the process of throwing down the quilt. She knelt and smoothed it out as he walked over, reaching underneath to pull out a couple of rocks and casually tossing them towards the edge of the ridge. I'm giving you something to remember me by, Julie said as she got back to her feet.

You were already doing that, Mark responded as he stopped in front of Julie, eyeing his lover up and down - short black hair slightly mussed from their previous actions, red blouse hanging unbuttoned on her toned body, and the knees of her tan slacks covered with dust and fallen pine needles.

Julie countered, we've had sex in your car on multiple occasions. So I determined that for our last time together we should do something different. One hand shot out and grabbed Mark by the waistband of his jeans. Julie hauled him forward, pulling his body into hers, kissing him hard. No longer constrained by the physical limitations of the front seat Mark's hands went to his favorite part of Julie's body, a butt sculpted by six years of jogging and cross-country. His fingers dug into the firm muscles, pulling Julie closer to him as they kissed. Having kept her grip on Mark's waistband Julie carefully but eagerly pulled Mark down onto the quilt. The pair ended on their knees, tongues still intertwined.

The smell of evergreen trees combined with the songs of birds gathered in the nearby trees served to intensify the sensations inside of her body as Mark continued to kiss her, his lips on her neck once again. His hands slipped inside her open blouse as he leisurely slid the shirt down her arms. Julie helped him remove her blouse, laying it down on the quilt next to her while Mark began to kiss his way along her upper torso. Without hesitation, Julie reached behind her back to undo her bra. She couldn't help but sigh as she pulled both straps off of her shoulders and freed herself from the constraining fabric, revealing her breasts, a pair of B-cups topped with light brown nipples.

As she placed the white bra on top of her discarded blouse, Mark's lips found one of her nipples. Julie gave a demure moan as he gently sucked on the erect nub for a few moments before lifting his head and kissing her once again. Julie's hands dropped to the hem of Mark's dark blue t-shirt. She stripped the garment from his body, pulling it over his head. Even as Julie dropped the shirt onto the quilt she was kissing him again. Her hands roamed Mark's chest, toned from his time on the high school's championship ski team. She soaked it in, enjoying the familiar contours for what was in all certainty the final time.

Despite the shade, a glistening sheen of sweat covered their bodies. Julie's chest slid against Mark's as their lips pressed together. Her hand reached down, seeking out the waistband of Mark's jeans once again. This time her hand slipped between the denim and his body, seeking out her lover's manhood. Her fingers brushed against it, rock hard under her touch. Mark broke their kiss, inhaling sharply from the sensation of Julie's hand caressing his cock in the tight confines of his jeans.

Mark was disappointed when Julie pulled her hand free until she put both hands on his chest and pushed him back onto the quilt. As she looked at him with simmering desire, Julie undid the metal button on his jeans. She slid the zipper down and, with several firm jerks, managed to pull both his pants and his boxers free, his sneakers coming off in the process as well. His cock pointed towards the blue Colorado sky, almost six inches from the tip cover with precum to the base nestled within a patch of curly brown hair. Mark used his feet to push and kick his socks off. Once he was completely naked, Julie set his clothes and shoes next to his shirt before settling in between his knees.

Her hand wrapped around his erect penis. Mark sighed with delight as Julie slowly moved her hand up and down his shaft. Her focus was on Mark's face, watching the various expressions of joy, torture, and anticipation as she jacked him off. She kept a slow pace, teasing her lover with several quick strokes before resuming her previous speed. At one point Mark's eyes closed, his back arching as a particularly strong sensation rippled through his body. It was at that moment, with Mark distracted, that Julie dropped her head and took his entire cock in her mouth in one fluid motion.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuck, he proclaimed, hands gripping at the quilt underneath his body. Julie drew her lips up Mark's cock before once again easily swallowing his full length with little effort. One hand rested on Mark's thigh as Julie used her other hand to work his shaft. She settled into a steady rhythm, one she knew by reflex at this point, her hand gliding up and down his cock, made slippery by her saliva and his precum, while her tongue and lips worked over the head. Her actions caused Mark to groan under her touch. Julie could feel the sun on her naked back, but the warmth on her skin paled compared to the heat building inside of her.

After a few minutes, Julie pulled her mouth free from Mark's rock hard cock. She got to her feet as Mark sat up from the quilt. Looking down at him with yearning, Julie ran a hand through her hair, watching Mark reach up to unbutton her slacks. His hands trembled as he gently pulled her pants over the swell of her hips, bringing them down Julie's legs and leaving her clad in only a pair of white panties that matched her now-discarded bra. The fabric between her legs was clinging to her body. Mark leaned forward, briefly kissing a growing damp spot on her panties before, with care approaching reverence, peeling her underwear from her body. He tossed them onto Julie's pile of clothing, leaving them both nude under the Colorado sun.

Mark lowered his body back onto the quilt, stretching out as Julie dropped to her knees. She reached down to take his penis in her hand. A sharp gasp escaped her as the tip of his cock brushed against her lower lips. Both she and Mark trembled with anticipation as Julie guided him towards her entrance. Once his cock was in place Julie lowered herself the rest of the way. His erection easily slid inside her warm, wet, inviting tunnel. The relief Julie felt at finally having Mark inside of her was quickly followed by a wave of pleasure as his cock pushed at her velvet walls. She pushed her body up, hands on his chest for stability, and lowered herself again. A long, low hum came from her lips as, after a few strokes to get used to having Mark's cock inside of her, Julie began to ride her lover.

Mark's hands went to her waist, helping Julie keep her balance as she slid her pussy up and down his rod. Oh yeah, Mark exclaimed as Julie ground her groin against his hips, moving back and forth before resuming her previous motions. Her pussy was slick around his stiff manhood, the friction sending waves of heat throughout her lower body. As she drove her body up and down his manhood Julie leaned over, her breasts within reach of Mark's mouth. He eagerly lifted his head and sucked on her nipples, for once and then the other, as she rocked back and forth. A quick kiss was Mark's reward, Julie's tongue in his mouth briefly before she sat back up. His hands dug into the flesh around her hips as her pace quickened on top of him.

Julie leaned back, her hands now between Mark's spread legs, and slowed down for a moment. Mark's eyes roamed her taut, athletic body, from her short black hair to her bouncing breasts, down to her flat stomach and the well-trimmed landing strip of black hair just above the junction of her legs. Julie knew he was soaking it all in, one final mental image of their time together over the past year-and-a-half. She gave him a loud, exaggerated moan, putting a wiggle into her hips as she lifted her body so that only the tip of his cock was inside of her before lowering back onto him, slowly engulfing him once again.

Her actions pushed Mark over the edge. He sat up, his arm around her lower back as he pulled her close. Julie ground her hips against his, settling on his lap as Mark kissed her. Her hand held the back of his head, keeping him in place as she slid her tongue into his mouth. He dropped his head after a moment, kissing her upper torso and the top swell of her breasts before lowering her back down. It took some adjustment on both their parts, but soon enough Julie was on her back, arms stretched above her head, gripping the edge of the red-and-white quilt as Mark, his arms on either side of her shoulders, thrust in and out of her with a determined look on his face.

Julie closed her eyes, losing herself in the pleasure her lover was giving her as he took charge. Each thrust of his hard cock sent a tingle throughout her entire body, each one stronger than the last. She pulled her knees up, spreading her legs on the quilt as much as she could. Immediately she was rewarded by Mark driving himself deep inside of her. Oh God, he breathed as he adjusted his hips. Now he was driving down and into Julie's body at an angle that quickened the fire inside of Julie. She opened her eyes to see Mark on the edge of losing control, his entire world focused on their intertwined bodies. Her breasts shook on her chest with each hard, deep, rapid thrust of Mark's cock. Julie's eyes met Mark's, wordlessly urging him on as they fucked under the clear blue sky.

As the flames inside of her threatened to turn into an inferno Julie began to rock her hips in time with Mark's thrusts, lifting when he pulled out and relaxing when he pushed back down inside of her. Her legs wrapped around his, holding him in place. The shaft of Mark's cock began to rub her clitoris, sliding against the throbbing button with every stroke. Within seconds the pressure that had been building inside of Julie became a runaway train. Her climax raced towards her. She began to breathe quickly, short, sharp gasps that foretold her impending release. Mark kept the same pace, his long, deep downward strokes eventually sending Julie over the edge. Her mouth fell open, head thrown back on the quilt, hands gripping Mark's shoulders tightly, as her pussy clenched around Mark's thrusting cock. Her entire body shivered. She gasped loudly at the intense pleasure caused by the rush of pleasure bolting through her.

In the throes of orgasm, Julie sensed Mark's hips moving faster and faster. As she came down from her climax, Mark suddenly cried out and buried his cock deep inside her pussy. Julie sighed with delight as her lover spilled inside of her, a familiar look of torture and relief on his face as he came.

After the final spasms, Mark looked down at Julie, a smile creeping across his face. Julie returned the wry grin, reaching up and pulling him down on top of her. The two lovers shared a kiss, brief and tender, soaking up the afterglow in the late summer sun.

X X X X X

You sure you don't want me to drive you to the bus station tomorrow?

Julie reached up and brushed the back of her hand against Mark's cheek. My aunt's giving me a ride. We're going to stop for an early lunch in Aspen before I head out. He nodded in understanding, but Julie could see the frown he was barely able to hide. Besides, she added, you're heading to Alamosa in two days and you STILL haven't packed.

Yeah yeah... Mark looked down at Julie, her head resting in his lap. He was wearing his jeans while she had put her blouse back on, buttoning it up halfway for the sake of modesty. I'm not ready to say goodbye yet. I know, he said, holding up a hand to cut her off, we've had this conversation over and over again. Just...now that the moment's here...

No plan survives first contact with the enemy. In this case, the enemy is time and distance. She sighed, trying to smile at him. It's better to end our relationship now, on a good note, rather than become miserable and bitter because we thought we could handle being a 20-hour car ride apart. I'd rather possibly see you at Thanksgiving or Christmas as friends rather than two people about to break up.

Mark answered with another nod. I know. It's the logical thing to do. He put a hand on her forehead. You always were the brains of this operation.

Always, she said quietly. I am going to miss you. You know that, right?

I do... His words trailed off, a heavy silence their only punctuation. But you're already gone. You've been detached and distant for the past month, Julie. I know your mind's on Idaho, but...I feel like you've just been going through the motions back here.

Julie's eyes fell away from his. You know that's how I deal, she murmured. I've done this so many times. Packing up, waving goodbye, and going on to the next town knowing that it won't be long until I have to do it all over again. That's been my life for as long as I can remember. She turned her head, looking towards the ridge overlooking the town. Always forward.

Always forward. Mark ran a hand through Julie's short black hair. I'm having a hard time saying goodbye, that's all. I get it. I do.

When Julie turned back to look up at Mark, she sighed. You've always gotten it. You're the only one who's ever gotten it. If I'm the brains, you've been the heart. One hand reached for his. I promise not to be a stranger, she said, affectionately squeezing his hand, if you promise not to be a stranger.

Deal. The light kiss Mark planted on her forehead was warmer than the sun shining down upon them. It's getting late, he said quietly. I should get you home so you can finish packing.

I'm already packed, Julie answered, groaning as she rolled over and reached for her underwear. But if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to have dinner. Are you willing to take a starving college student to Half in the Bag for a sandwich?

Sure, answered the other starving college student, Mark said with a quiet smile. The young lovers proceeded to get dressed in silence. As Julie pulled her slacks up her legs, she took one final look at Emerald Pines stretching out before her, the jagged peak of Mount Tyler looming over the small resort town. Four years of residency, four years of attending Emerald Pines High School, four years of friends, and one-and-a-half years on the arm of the young man who was folding up the quilt behind her. Memories flowed through her mind. Julie mentally reached out for them, trying to grab one that meant something to her, a feeling of nostalgia she could take with her as she traveled nearly 1200 miles.

After a few seconds, a dejected sigh escaped her lips, drifting into the mountain air before vanishing. The smile on her face felt forced, but Mark didn't seem to notice as she walked over and gave him a light peck on the cheek. Come on, she said, quickly walking towards his car, there's a half-smoke on pretzel bread calling my name...

X X X X X

After letting both duffel bags and her rucksack fall to the floor, Julie flopped onto the bare mattress. No pillow, no sheets, and it was still perhaps the most comfortable bed she had ever face-planted on. Immediately the weariness that had soaked its way down into her very bones claimed dominion with its siren call of sweet, blissful, horizontal, uninterrupted sleep. Groaning into the worn fabric of the mattress, Julie reached into the front pocket of her slacks to grab her Google Pixel. She grudgingly raised her head for the sole purpose of setting an alarm. 30 minutes, she muttered. It took her a few tries to set the smartphone down on the nearby nightstand. By the time she succeeded, Julie was well on her way to falling asleep. Her last conscious action was to put her forearm under her head as a makeshift pillow before drifting off for a combat nap.

According to Greyhound, the bus ride from Aspen to Bayview, Idaho would normally have taken a day-and-a-half, allowing for transfers in Salt Lake City and Spokane, Washington. Having spent a portion of her childhood on long car rides or international flights through multiple time zones, a transit of such length would have normally been tough but manageable for her. A pair of mechanical breakdowns, however, one at each transfer station, added several hours to Julie's trip. Instead of arriving on campus that morning, it wasn't until late afternoon when Julie stumbled into her assigned dorm, hauled her duffel bags up three flights of steps, found the room she would call home for the next several months, and collapsed into bed, too tired to even close the door to her room.

The noise and bustle of college freshmen moving into the dormitory had little effect on her slumber. It took the prideful vocals of the Red Army Choir majestically singing the Soviet National Anthem to rouse Julie. She reached out, feeling around for her phone and turning off the alarm. Another tired groan escaped her as she rolled onto her back to sit on the edge of the bed. She was still exhausted, to the point that an early night was in the cards, however, the half-hour nap had been sufficient to refresh her. After rubbing the remnants of sleep from her eyes, Julie looked around, finally getting the chance to take in her new home.

The dorm room was symmetrical, with the hallway door sitting in the middle of the wall, curtain-covered closets on either side and two single-person beds against the white cinderblock walls along with a pair of matching desks and long three-drawer dressers. Double-paned windows on the outer wall sat opposite the foot of both beds. A musty odor hung in the air, the kind that came with a room that had been closed and unoccupied for an entire summer. Julie's first action was to get up and, after a good stretch to work out the kinks from almost two days of bus travel, open both windows. The twin bursts of fresh air immediately tampered down the smell. She breathed deep. The fragrance of the nearby pine trees mixed with that of the late summer air. There was also the undefined yet unmistakable scent of fresh water coming in from Lake Pend Oreille, visible from Julie's window just beyond the edge of the campus.

After taking a moment to enjoy the view, Julie turned to the task at hand. She put her rucksack and the two duffel bags on the bed. Unzipping the duffel bags revealed the entirety of Julie's wardrobe - shirts, jeans, underwear, shoes, jackets. Each item of clothing had been expertly folded to be tight and compact, allowing every square inch of interior space to be fully utilized.

Julie was halfway through transferring her clothing from the first duffle bag into her dresser when a voice called out from the hallway. I think this is it! She turned to see a middle-aged blonde-haired woman with tanned skin stepping into the dorm room, a battered light blue suitcase in one hand. She was just over the threshold when she noticed Julie looking at her. Excuse me, the woman asked, is this Room 334?

Yes ma'am, Julie replied crisply.

Oh good. The woman turned back to the hallway, beckoning with her arm to someone unseen. Yes, this is it right here! As she turned back to Julie, she said, I'm sorry, I'm being rude. May I come in? Julie nodded. The woman sighed with relief as she walked to the second bed and half-lifted, half-swung the suitcase onto the bare mattress. I am too old to be hauling suitcases up three flights of steps, she told Julie. Next time I'll wait for the elevator.

Coming through! This time it was a male voice calling out. Julie and the middle-aged woman looked up as a man with thinning blonde hair, tanned skin, and a hint of the inevitable middle-age gut despite his muscular frame walked into the room, a suitcase in each hand. He nodded to Julie as he made his way to the foot of the second bed. Whew, he said as he set the suitcases on the floor, it's like hauling logs. Next summer I'm going to pack you out before you go to college!

Oh come on Dad, another feminine voice said, responding from just inside the doorway. It's not THAT bad.

You use three suitcases when you just need one. The man was wiping the sweat from his brow when he laid eyes on the two duffel bags on Julie's bed. Now see, here's someone who knows how to pack. Tight, compact, and more importantly less baggage to carry.

Please forgive my Dad. He's finally getting a case of empty nest syndrome. A young woman stepped into the room, a satchel over her shoulder and a bright smile on her face as she stuck her hand out to Julie. Hi! I'm Eleanor Freeman.

Julie Wyndham, Julie replied, taking the offered hand and giving her a firm handshake. Eleanor's hand felt rough and cracked. Her new roommate was taller than Julie by a few inches, with light dirty blonde hair and freckled skin. She wore a faded blue denim skirt and a black sleeveless top along with a pair of hiking sandals that had seen a lot of love, both through use and through the various designs that had been drawn on the leather. After shaking Eleanor's hand, Julie motioned to her duffel bags sitting on the bed. I put my bags down on the first bed I saw, she explained to Eleanor. I can move them if you want to sleep on this side.

Nah. Eleanor waved a dismissive hand. My bed's always been against the left wall. It'll help with the homesickness...yes Dad, she said, rolling her eyes playfully as her Dad opened his mouth. I'll be homesick.

I promise you, the middle-aged woman said, extending her hand to Julie, they're normally not this bad. Amanda Freeman, she said as she shook Julie's hand. Nice to meet you.

Ma'am, Julie said politely.

And I'm Matthew Freeman.

Sir, Julie said as she and Eleanor's father exchanged a handshake.

Don't call me that, Matthew said, grinning. I work for a living.

Force of habit, she explained, giving him a small smile in return.

Turning to Eleanor and Amanda, Matthew asked, what's left in the truck?

Um...two suitcases, Eleanor said, already having dropped her satchel onto her bed, my laundry basket, and the TV.

Got it, he replied to his daughter. I'll grab the rest of the stuff so you guys can start unpacking.

I'll give you a hand, Julie said, following Matthew to the door before he could say otherwise. I was stuck on a bus for two days, my body could use a workout. Plus, she added, it'll save you a trip.

There was relief in Matthew's voice as he said, can't argue with that.

Thanks, Julie! Eleanor gave Julie an eager wave of gratitude, to which she nodded in response before following her new roommate's father out into the hallway.

X X X X X

Sitting down on the edge of her bed, Julie glanced around before sighing in approval. That's all of my gear, she said to Eleanor. How are you coming along?

Eh... Eleanor scratched at the nape of her neck for a moment before answering Julie with a shrug. Close enough, she concluded. The rest can wait until tomorrow after orientation.

Julie nodded in outward agreement. On the inside, however, she was fighting the urge to get up and help Eleanor get the rest of her stuff unpacked before turning in for the night. Julie's side of the dorm room was devoid of anything but the barest essentials, which included a small lamp on her nightstand and a blotter on her desk. Also sitting on her desk, on a shelf above the blotter, was a framed picture of a stern-looking man in a dark navy suit coat, black necktie, and a white combination cap. Everything else had been neatly organized and packed away in either her dresser, her desk, or her closet near the door. Her bed had been precisely made, sheets tightly tucked underneath the mattress with a light blanket pulled snug atop of them. Her Pixel, as well as a Google Nexus smart pad, were currently charging on her nightstand.

Eleanor's half of the room, however, was a lesson in chaos. Even as she had that thought, Julie silently chastised herself. Not everyone had Julie's mannerisms. It was especially unfair to judge her new roommate for being more casual than she was. Eleanor's suitcases were unpacked but most of her clothing was on the floor or atop the dresser. Her school supplies and toiletries were sitting on her desk, still in their plastic shopping bags. Her bed was made, however, and the TV stand they had bought from Target was sitting in the middle of the outer wall, put together by Eleanor's father, a contribution that made him feel a little better about hugging his youngest daughter goodbye and leaving a few hours earlier. A sizable flatscreen television, top of the line and fresh out of the box, was in place atop the stand. According to Eleanor, it had been a graduation present from all four of her grandparents.

Thank you again for letting me hitch a ride to Target with you and your parents, Julie expressed gratefully. It saved me from having to grab a Lyft back with everything I bought.

Again, you're welcome, Eleanor said. She collapsed onto the bed and slid herself back so she sat against the wall, facing Julie across the room. A sigh of exhaustion escaped the young woman as she rested her head against the wall and closed her eyes. What was I going to do, turn down the girl I'm going to be living with for the next eight months? Besides, you needed the extra hands to carry all the stuff inside. You sure did pack light for college.

I did, Julie admitted. I grew up keeping my personal belongings to a bare minimum. She motioned to the pair of empty duffel bags, standing on their ends in the corner next to her window. I've always been able to pack my essentials and mementos into two duffel bags at a moment's notice. Everything else I either have on flash drives or pick up when I get to where I'm going. Toiletries, bedsheets, towels, things like that.

Eleanor blinked in surprise. Whoa, she murmured. Her eyes went to the framed picture sitting atop Julie's desk. You said you were tired, but if you're not going right to bed are you up for knocking out all the 'getting to know you' stuff?

Sure, Julie said, rubbing her face. I'm so exhausted I have to work my way up to tired before I can get to sleep. Want a bottle of water? Eleanor nodded in the affirmative. Julie pushed up from the bed and grabbed two bottles of water from the small mini-fridge that sat in Eleanor's closet, opposite the microwave that Julie had purchased from Target. As she underhanded one to Eleanor, who easily plucked it from mid-air, she asked, mind if I get comfortable?

Not at all, Eleanor said.

After giving Eleanor a sigh of thanks Julie eagerly kicked off her shoes before pulling her t-shirt over her head and kicking her jeans to the floor of the dorm. She used her toes to pick up the jeans, tossing them in the air with a snap of her leg and easily snatching the denim from mid-air. Eleanor clapped lightly in amazement as Julie tossed both articles of clothing into the laundry basket at the foot of her bed. That's pretty impressive, she told her roommate.

Now clad only in a pair of high-waisted black underwear and a dark blue sports bra, Julie brought her feet up to sit cross-legged on her bed. After taking a drink, savoring the cold, clear water as it soothed her throat, she dove right into a speech she had given many times in her young life, updated for her new home. My name's Julie Wyndham, no middle name. I'm 18 years old. I've moved around my entire life but spent the last four years going to high school in a ski resort town called Emerald Pines, about half-an-hour south of Aspen, Colorado. My Dad, Lieutenant Commander, Nathaniel Wyndham, she said, pointing to the picture on her desk, is career Navy and currently the Executive Officer on the fast-attack submarine USS Illinois out of Pearl Harbor. My Mom, Linda Smith Wyndham, passed away five years ago from congenital heart failure. I'm an only child. I like running and I love watching movies. Good movies, bad movies, really bad movies, I'm a fan. She paused for a moment. And I'm planning on double majoring in media studies and film studies for a career behind-the-scenes in either movies or television.

Whoa, Eleanor said as she absorbed the essentials of Julie's life. You sound like you've given that speech a lot.

Every time I started attending a new school. The only details that changed where I lived before and where my Dad is currently stationed.

Eleanor motioned to the window. Was your Dad ever stationed at the base out on the lake?

Yes, he was, Julie answered. That's actually how I found out about Farragut College. My father's been with the submarine arm of the Navy since he graduated from the Naval Academy. He was assigned to the Acoustic Research Detachment...seven, eight years ago on an over compliment tour between postings, she calculated. I remembered this place from when we lived here. I looked it up online and it had all the classes I wanted without being as a huge state school where I'd get lost in the crowd. I prefer smaller class sizes and getting to know my instructors as best I can.

You came to the right school, then. Welcome back to Idaho, Eleanor said with a warm smile. The smile turned into a gentle frown after a moment. Oh, I'm sorry about your mom. I know it's five years later and I never met her, but please accept my condolences.

Thank you, Julie said sincerely. I appreciate that. The fatigue was finally, after a long day of bus rides, shopping for essentials, and unpacking, beginning to touch upon Julie. She felt her eyelids growing heavy. In response, the young woman reached into her lap and gave the inside of her thigh a sharp pinch. The brief flare of pain shoved back the weariness, hopefully long enough to let Eleanor have her turn. So about you, Julie asked. What's your story?

Well, my full name's Eleanor Flower Freeman... Eleanor chuckled as Julie offered her a quizzical eyebrow. My mom's parents are hippies and they passed it down to my mom who handed it down to me. I'm a third-generation flower child, she proudly proclaimed. I'm a local girl, born and raised in Sandpoint up on the north end of the lake. Mom works for the state doing reforestation and Dad's a lumberjack, so I know how to plant a sapling as well as use a chainsaw. What else...I've got five older brothers, I'm debating between environmental science or pre-law as a major, I like gardening and landscaping...oh yeah, and I'm bi.

...huh. Julie gave Eleanor a slow nod as she absorbed what her roommate had told her. Good to...know?

Eleanor's response was a hearty chuckle, which brought about a relieved sigh from Julie. Sorry, Eleanor said, we're going to be living together so I figured I'd just get it out there now in case I ever bring a girl back here. Or a guy. Or a guy and a girl.

It's OK, Julie laughed, waving a hand for emphasis. I'm just not used to someone being that upfront with their sexuality.

Oh, I'm VERY open and honest. Eleanor put on a big smile as she bounced slightly on her bed. I'm all warm and fuzzy but I don't beat around the bush either...

No, Julie interjected, apparently you dive in headfirst into the bush.

A full-body snort escaped Eleanor. She put a hand over her mouth as she laughed. I think you and I are going to get along just fine, Julie.

Julie found herself nodding in agreement. I think you're right, Eleanor. Her roommate's name was more yawned than spoken. OK, Julie said after taking another drink of water, I'm about to crash. The past two days are finally catching up with me.

Alright. I'm gonna go brush my teeth, Eleanor said. I'll get the lights when I come back. Um...one more thing. I sleep naked. If that's a problem...

If it's a problem I'll say something, but it shouldn't be, Julie responded as she reached for her smart pad. I'm a deep sleeper and I usually have earbuds in. You're going to have to shake me if you need me to wake up.

As long as you're not a puncher. Eleanor slid off the bed. Good night Julie, she said, a friendly smile on her face. See you tomorrow morning.

As Eleanor grabbed her toiletry basket from the closet Julie pulled her pair of earbuds from her nightstand and synced them to her Nexus. After turning off her bedside lamp she slid underneath her covers. The bedsheets and pillowcase were a bit stiff for her tastes, but they'd get broken in over time. Even as she was getting comfortable, her eyelids grew heavy as her body began to shut down for the evening. Julie quickly scrolled through her collection of movies, trying to find a light movie that she could easily pass out to. She managed to find one and get it started just as sleep finally took over. Her last conscious action was to put her Nexus on her nightstand before rolling onto her side. By the time Eleanor came back from brushing her teeth and turned off the lights to the dorm room, Julie was fast asleep, the opening scene from the 1981 slasher Hell Night was playing to an audience consisting solely of her subconscious.

X X X X X

The sunrise was beginning to peek over the cliffs on the other side of the lake when Eleanor's alarm went off.

Groaning with dissatisfaction at the electronic recreation of an old-school wind-up alarm clock, she reached out, managing to grab her smartphone and snooze her alarm for nine more minutes. Another groan escaped her as she saw the time. 6:15 AM. She had forgotten to set a new wake-up time for her first day at college. Dropping the phone back on the nightstand, Eleanor's head fell back onto her pillow. Orientation didn't start until 9 AM. She could snag at least another hour's sleep, maybe 90 minutes if she pushed it.

Unfortunately for her, the habit of waking up with the sunrise mixed with the sunlight streaming directly through the window onto her bed was enough to drag Eleanor into semi-wakefulness. A final groan accompanied Eleanor's throwing off of her blanket. She pushed herself into a sitting position and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. First and foremost on her mind was a cup of hot, strong, black coffee with nothing added save a pinch of salt. Her second thought, however, was the realization that the dorm room didn't have a coffee maker. Ugh, she said in disgust. She had meant to get one at Target the night before. She'd have to order from Amazon...

No, she told herself. Purchasing stuff online instead of going to buy it in person was a great way to give in to impulse shopping and quickly go broke, especially as a college student. She'd just have to endure until the next time she went to Target.

With no coffee on the immediate horizon, Eleanor's mind went to the next item on her morning checklist - a shower. She had always gotten up early to take one before her older brothers woke up and stole all the hot water for themselves. Eleanor slid out from under the covers, enjoying the feeling of a warm carpet under her feet as opposed to cold wooden floorboards. Standing naked at the foot of her bed, Eleanor stretched her arms above her head, working out the kinks from the first night of sleeping in a new bed. The sun was above the cliffs by now. Eleanor enjoyed the warm caress of its rays as she carefully bent over, loosening up her hips and back by shifting from side to side as she reached for her toes...

Roommate. She had a roommate now. And if she was awake, her roommate would be getting a full view between Eleanor's legs, butt to pubis and everything in between.

Eleanor casually straightened up. Being roommates she and Julie were bound to see each other naked at some point, she just hadn't meant for the first time to be so accidentally blatant. She had the feeling, however, that Julie wouldn't mind. To Eleanor, she came off as proper, not stuck up - a military brat vs a spoiled rich kid. Hell, for all Eleanor knew Julie might appreciate the view. After all, Julie didn't say last night if she was straight, lesbian, or bi...or curious...and she was awfully cute with that runner's body...

She put a little more of an arch in her back, giving an exaggerated sigh, before turning around to face Julie's bed. Hey roomie, Eleanor said with a bright smile, good...

Julie's bed was empty. The covers were tucked tightly in between the frame and the mattress with the quilt and top sheet folded down just below the pillow sitting at the head of the bed. Looked like Eleanor wasn't the only early riser in the dorm. Julie had gotten up, made her bed, and left to...take a shower herself? No, jogging. She was probably squeezing in a run before a full day of orientation. Well, if Julie was an early riser like her, then they wouldn't have to quietly tiptoe around each other while getting ready in the mornings. Another point in her roommate's favor.

Eleanor pulled her train of thought into the station with a firm nod. She grabbed her thick gray bathrobe from her closet along with her toiletry basket. After making sure the door wasn't locked behind her Eleanor headed for the communal bathroom situated in the middle of their floor. The eagerness of her first full day at college led to Eleanor giving off a light, airy hum as she made her way to the showers.

X X X X X

There were six residence halls for on-campus students at Farragut College. Four of them were located near the middle of campus, set next to and across from each other, one at each of the cardinal compass points. At the center of the buildings, where four sidewalks came together in a roundabout, stood a bronze statue of the school's namesake, Admiral David Farragut. Aside from a pair of roaming security guards who had given her a puzzled look when she had stepped out of Samuelson Hall just before dawn, Julie had been the only person on the square. The rhythmic smack of her running shoes against the concrete echoed through the pre-dawn as she ran along the sidewalks that made up the boundaries of the square.

Jogging had been a constant in Julie's life since the sixth grade. No matter where she was, be it a new school, a military base halfway around the world, or a college campus, there was always the opportunity to slip on a pair of sneakers and go for a run. She had planned to throttle back this morning, working out the final kinks from her two-day bus ride and getting a feel for her new surroundings. However, the air was nowhere near as thin as it had been back in Colorado. Bayview being four thousand feet lower in altitude than Emerald Pines meant she was able to breathe much easier. With the freshwater scent of Lake Pend Oreille drifting in from less than a mile away, Julie was energized enough to push herself harder than she had planned.

By the time the pre-dawn hit, the sky had become a bluish-gray as the sun slowly rose behind the rocky hills on the far side of the lake. Julie decided to go all-out for just one more lap around the square. The security guards had stayed out of her way, sticking to the middle sidewalks as she ran, but now they turned and watched, public safety forgotten for a few moments as her final lap turned into a hard sprint. Her heart pumping, legs pistons against the concrete, arms swinging back and forth at her sides, Julie embraced the soreness in her calves and the burning in her lungs. She pushed hard, aiming to finish strong and get her first full day of college off to a rousing start.

By the time she finished her sprint and began her cooldown lap, Julie's face and a good portion of her short black hair dripped with sweat. It took her a bit to resume normal breathing, and there were a few times during her walk around the square where her legs threatened to rebel and force her to sit on a bench or the steps of a residence hall. Physical exhaustion finally set in as she finished her cool down and made her way back into Samuelson Hall. Her legs wobbled and her throat begged for water. Her first college run was in the books, and instead of taking it easy she instead had pushed herself to the limit.

She did make one concession to her body by taking the elevator to the third floor. As she walked down the hall to her dorm room, Julie began to feel a sense of euphoria. The ache in her legs dulled to a soft discomfort. Her exhaustion faded away, replaced by excitement and eagerness. By the time she opened the bedroom door a runner's high had completely overtaken her. Closing the door behind her, Julie walked to the center of the room, hands on her hips and a tired but earnest smile on her face. She felt terrific. Absolutely terrific.

Glancing around the room, Julie noticed that her roommate's bed was unmade. Eleanor, she called out, to no response. Further examination revealed that Eleanor's bathrobe and the small plastic toiletry basket were missing as well. parently, her roommate was an early riser just like she was.

Julie ran her hands along the sides of her head, coating her fingers with fresh sweat. The wave of bliss brought about by her pre-dawn run was still washing over her. Normally following a jog Julie would stretch out to prevent cramping and help keep her flexibility, with a cold shower following soon after. Problem was, Julie wasn't ready to cool down just yet. Her runner's high had come with an intense second wind. Her body was pumping with enough energy that if she was still outside she'd be attempting another hard sprint.

She tried to focus her new burst of vitality into her post-run routine, stretching out her calves and hamstrings, to no avail. Julie was just too keyed up. She needed to bleed off her second wind by using the energy for something else. After another look around the empty dorm room, Julie made her decision. She'd have to work fast. Even as she came to that realization Julie was peeling off her jogging top. Her nipples were already erect, and a tingle ran through her as the fabric brushed against them. She threw her top in her laundry basket before slipping out of her shoes. The anticipation was making her tremble as she set her shoes on the little shelf at the foot of her bed before stripping off her leggings and underwear. They, along with her socks, followed her shirt into the laundry basket, leaving her nude body glistening with sweat in the light of the sun rising outside her window.

Julie could feel an anticipatory itch beginning to grow between her legs as she walked to her closet and grabbed one of her large bath towels. By the time she had lain the bath towel on top of her blanket, the itch had turned into a throbbing that was intensifying every second she delayed. Climbing on top of the bath towel, Julie set her head against the pillow. Once she was comfortable, Julie wasted no time in spreading her legs and pressing her index finger against her clit. She gave a quiet sigh of relief as the throbbing between her legs was quelled for a brief moment, before roaring back with a vengeance, begging for more.

Normally Julie was one to take her time when she masturbated. The act of self-pleasure was one to be savored and enjoyed. This morning however the location of her roommate was an unknown variable, (x), that couldn't be solved for the variable on the other side of the equation, time (y). It was the first time in Julie's life that she had to consider those variables, and on an initial calculation, all she could do was reduce (y) to its smallest possible factor to work off her burst of energy before Eleanor returned from her shower.

Another sigh escaped from Julie's lips as she gently but rapidly circled her clit several times. The sensitive nub rewarded her efforts with corresponding pulses of bliss that washed over her lower body that served to satisfy her heightened libido for a brief moment. It was long enough for Julie to push her fingers down between her labia to the entrance to her vagina. She groaned as her finger gathered up as much of her wetness as it could, gritting her teeth at the feeling of her digit pressing against the soft skin surrounding her pussy. She brought her finger back up to her clit. Her finger was slick against the fleshy button. As Julie ran her finger in a small, tight circle around the throbbing button, she began to move her hips in a rhythmic fashion as well. Her left hand which had been resting on the towel reached across her body to grab her breast. A single pinch of her hard nipple sent a rush through her chest and torso.

One hand worked between Julie's legs while the other squeezed and caressed her firm mound as she quietly and firmly pushed herself towards a rapid climax. She writhed on the bath towel as the race towards orgasm burned away the surge of energy that had flooded her body, replacing it with a warm and familiar tingle. Her finger vigorously brushed the sensitive skin surrounding her clit. Julie's breath quickened just before a small but intense rush of pleasure rippled through her like a joy buzzer. She arched her back for a brief moment as the tingle reached from the crown of her black hair to the tips of her toes before she collapsed onto the bed.

Julie lay motionless long enough to catch her breath and allow the post-orgasm fog to lift from her brain before rolling off of the bed to fold the bath towel. She made sure the wet spot was tucked inside one of the inner folds before using the outside of the towel to pat her blanket to remove any excess wetness or sweat. After cleaning herself off as well the towel joined her running clothes in her laundry basket. Once everything was taken care of, Julie took a moment to straighten out the topmost blanket on her bed before finally letting out a long, deep breath of satisfaction. The burst of energy from her second wind had been put to good use. Standing nude at her bedside, Julie felt calm, cool, collected, and most importantly back in control.

Which, of course, was when she heard the knob turn and the door open behind her.

Oh! Julie turned at the waist to see Eleanor, wrapped in her thick gray bathrobe, quickly stepping inside the dorm room and closing the door behind her. I'm sorry Julie, I didn't think you were back from...I'm guessing your morning run? A pink tinge flourished for a moment on Eleanor's cheeks as she headed towards her side of the room, trying not to look at Julie. Her dirty blonde hair was damp along the edges, with a wet towel in one hand and her toiletry basket in the other.

As stunned and mortified as she was, Julie didn't even think to grab her dirty towel or a pillow from her bed to cover up, leaving her naked before her roommate as she apologized. I'm sorry, Eleanor. I should have left you a note that I was going for a run. It was a spur of the moment thing when I woke up early. I JUST put my running clothes in the laundry basket and was about to go grab a shower, Julie explained. I didn't mean for you to catch me like this. Again, I'm sorry.

No, no, Eleanor said as she put her basket and towel on her unmade bed, it's OK. I mean, we're living together, we're going to see each other naked eventually...

Eleanor's words fell away. Julie watched as her roommate sniffed the air. Eleanor half-turned in confusion before taking another sniff. The realization hit Julie like a thunderbolt as Eleanor gave a wry smile. Julie, she said quietly, should I be glad I didn't walk in on you a minute earlier?

Um... Julie couldn't see herself in the mirror, however, she would have bet money that her cheeks were currently turning a much deeper shade of red than Eleanor had been. ...yes. She rubbed the side of her neck absentmindedly as she tried to find something to say. I was worked up from my run and had to...bleed the pressure off. With one hand over her face, Julie groaned in discomfort. I thought I had time to...well...

Get a quick one off? Eleanor turned to face her roommate. Through her fingers, Julie watched as her eyes quickly scanned Julie's naked body before coming to look her straight in the eyes. Hey, she said with a disarming chuckle, it's OK. Seriously, again, we're roommates. We're healthy young women. And we've just confirmed... Eleanor motioned back and forth between Julie and herself. ...we're not prudes. We just have to come up with some kind of system to warn the other person when we're in here by ourselves...or when we're in here with another person, she added. "Better to have a system sooner than later, right?

Julie nodded. Yes, you're right. Like a hair tie around the doorknob or something. She pulled her hand away from her face. One more time, she told Eleanor, I'm sorry. You're right that it was going to happen eventually, but...I can't help feeling mortified, that's all.

After staring at Julie for a brief moment, Eleanor's hands went to the cloth belt holding her bathrobe closed. Here, she said as Julie realized what she was doing, this will even the playing field. Stunned by her roommate's brusque action, Julie just watched as Eleanor undid her robe and let it fall from her body, pooling into a pile of gray cotton at her feet.

Seeing her roommate without her long skirts and loose shirts, Julie was a bit surprised at the sight of Eleanor's nude form. It was easy to tell from looking at her that Eleanor was the outdoors type. She was sporting a light tan, with a noticeable lack of any tan lines. Freckles adorned every part of her body. Her breasts were probably a cup size bigger than Julie's, topped with nipples the color of caramel. As opposed to Julie's trimmed black hair, Eleanor was bare between her legs, clean-shaven down to the skin.

Now we've both been naked in front of the other, Eleanor said casually. No big deal.

Julie let out a quick laugh before responding. You're a bit of a free spirit, Eleanor.

I mean, it is in my last name. Eleanor returned Julie's smile with one of her own. Go hop in the shower. Once we're dressed you up for getting breakfast before orientation?

Julie's stomach rumbled at the possibility of food. I'm for it, she said, walking towards her closet to grab a fresh towel. I could go for some grub right about now...

X X X X X

Julie paused in the doorway as she scanned the teeming crowd. That's a...

Excuse me. Julie didn't hear the request until it was too late as the large man pushed past her into the large auditorium. Even as she turned away