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   Steve's college application process had been stressful enough.  He
didn't need this now.

   "There has to be something you can do," he said.  "I can't afford to
live in an apartment, and it's too late to accept another college."

   "I'm sorry, but every dorm slot is full," the voice over the phone said.
"We can put you on the waitlist."

   "Please, you have to find something.  I can't just wait in limbo,
missing classes until someone drops out to make room for me.  Give me a
closet or something."

   "Well..."

   Steve waited a second, but the lady on the other end stopped.

   "Well what?  Is there something?"

   "There's only one room with an open slot, but..."

   "I'll take it!" Steve cried.

   "It's in the girls' dormitory, and you'd be rooming with a girl. 
Actually, never mind."

   "Boys and girls room together all the time!" he cried.  He regretted his
wording-"men and women" would have been better-but he pressed on.  "I can
handle it.  I'll be on my best behavior.  No issues from me.  I need
this,please."

   The lady in the housing department at his new college sighed.  "I can't
believe I'm doing this.  Fine.  You'll get some paperwork with information
on your accommodations in a few weeks.  See you in the fall."

   She hung up.

   Steve breathed a heavy sigh of relief.  It might be awkward at first,
but college kids were mature, right?  They'd make it work.

   It was a long summer of anticipation.

   ***

   It was the day of his move into his new dorm room, and Steve was
sweating with anxiety.  He wasn't just meeting his roommate, but going into
an impossible situation.  The girl he was rooming with had been given no
choice in the matter.  What if she hated him just on principle, because of
the situation?  He'd played a million scenarios out in his mind, most of
them hopeless, and just hoped now that whoever he got as a roommate was at
least tolerant.  That's it, just a life of relative peace would have been
more than he could ask for.

   All Steve knew about his roommate was that her name was Rebecca.  They
hadn't changed her out for a guy in the interim since his frantic phone
call.  He presumed that she must know his name as well, which would give
away his gender.  She probably already hated him.

   He hesitated outside the door, holding his key just outside the lock. 
The hallway was full of girls glaring at him as he'd passed, with pink
luggage and flowery designs.

   He took a deep breath, then entered.

   A girl looked up from the book she was reading and saw him.

   "Steven?" she asked.

   "That's me," he said.

   "That explains some things," she said.  "I had a bet going with myself
whether you were a girl with spiteful parents or a guy."

   "Did you win?" Steve asked.

   "No," she said.  "I refused to believe the college would be so asinine."

   "They overbooked the male dorms," Steve started, but Rebecca cut him
off.

   "I don't blame you," she said.  "This is going to be weird, but let's
try to make up for their stupidity by making it work.  Do you want help
unpacking?"

   Steve nodded gratefully, and got his first good look at his new roommate
as she stood up.  She had straight black hair in a ponytail with bangs that
came down further at the edges of her face.  Her creamy skin was speckled
with occasional light freckles.  She wore a tight teal t-shirt and black
yoga pants that hugged the curves of her legs.  Her breasts were big,
probably good C cups, and the way the shirt hugged them from all sides gave
Steve a quick twang in his penis that made him realize this was going to be
harder than he anticipated.

   She walked past him and bent over to pick up some of the bags he'd
dropped to get the door, showing her round cheeky ass through her tight
pants.  Steve could see the slightest bulge from between her legs, but she
stood back up before he had a chance to get a good look.

   He pulled his head out of the gutter and picked up some of his own bags
to help.  They chatted as they worked together, getting Steve's clothes
into his assigned dresser and his sheets onto the bottom bunk.  Becky, as
she said she liked to be called, had already taken the top one.

   They'd kept the chasing light during the code.  Once they were done,
Becky came back to the elephant in the room.  "So, how's this going to
work?"

   Steve glanced over at the small private bathroom they had in their dorm
room.  There was barely enough room in there to stand without straddling
the toilet or going into the nearly as cramped shower.  "I guess we change
in there," he said.

   "Mhmm," Becky agreed.  "We'll try it." She went back to reading, leaving
Steve to look for his own entertainment.

   He started looking through his bag for his laptop, but paused to look at
Becky again.  She was really pretty, he thought, and had a great body.  It
was curvy, just like he liked, none of these stick girls with nothing to
grab.  He'd had a few girlfriends through high school and that was one
important lesson he learned.  Girls were better off soft and supple than
angular and hard.  Becky was right up his alley.

   She stood up, and his eyes were drawn between her legs.  She wore tight
yoga pants, and they hugged all her curves, especially her vulva.  He made
out a beautiful mons pubis beneath the fabric, and the seam gave just the
hint of the line of her slit beneath, he tore his eyes away, afraid that
he'd be caught staring, and tried to look busy with his laptop.

   "You up for some lunch?" Becky asked.  "I've been here a day already, so
I can show you around a little."

   "Sure," Steve answered.  Leave it to him to be the awkward one of the
pair.  He thought that he could handle this, but after gawking at his
roommate twice already, and she hadn't even done anything to provoke him,
he wasn't so sure.

   Still, he stared at her ass as they walked down the hall to the stairs.
It swayed back and forth as she moved, perfectly round under the black
cloth.  They lived on the fourth floor, and the building had no elevator,
so they had to take the stairs down to the ground level.  Becky showed
Steve briefly around campus, then they ate at the cafeteria where the food
was mediocre at best, and the tables were dirty.  Steve was mostly an
introvert, so he expected to be spending a lot of time in his room rather
than out and about, but it was still good to get to see everything.

   They chatted about all sorts of things.  Steve had traveled across the
country to go to this school on the east coast, some no-name division 3
school in upstate New York.  His uncle had gone here, and was the first
person in his family to get a degree.  Now Steve was here to be the second.
Becky was from the area, and went here because it was convenient.  Her
family lived about an hour away, so it still made sense for her to dorm
rather than commute.  Plus, she said she was looking forward to the college
experience, which just wouldn't be the same without living on campus.

   Steve's major was still undeclared; he had until the end of his third
semester to settle on something so that he could start some more focused
coursework.  Becky had already chosen a math major.  That wasn't in Steve's
wheelhouse, but that's why there were so many degrees to choose from,
right?

   After their excursion together, they returned to their room, where Becky
went back to reading her novel and Steve finished setting up his laptop and
wrote an email to his parents telling them about his first day.  He left
out the details of his living situation, being in a girls' dorm with a
busty, curvy, pretty female roommate.  He didn't outright lie, though; he
just left it vague.  Best not to lie to your parents, he found.  The web
would just get more and more tangled until you got caught in it and the
truth came to light.

   "So, uh...what do you usually wear to bed?" Becky asked, out of nowhere.

   "Usually whatever I was wearing that day, maybe I'll take off my pants
or shirt...oh," Steve said.

   "Yeah," Becky agreed.  "Maybe shorts and a t-shirt?"

   "Yeah, let's do that," Steve said.  "I'll go get changed." He dug around
in his closet for a comfy pair of gym shorts, and he was already wearing a
t-shirt.  He took the shorts into the bathroom to change.  This was his
first time in here specifically to try to change his clothes.  He knew it
was small, but now that he was trying to maneuver around he realized just
how small it was.  He had to sit on the edge of the tub just to have room
to get his pants off, and it was still cramped.  This bathroom must have
been a closet in a former life, he thought.  After a minute, he managed to
find a configuration that worked and pulled his shorts on over his boxers,
then left the room.

   Becky was already wearing a pair of shorts, her yoga pants strewn across
the back of her desk chair.

   "I figured it was safe to change while you were in there," she shrugged.

   Steve realized that if he'd been a little bit faster, he would have been
able to see Becky in just her panties.  She had to have known the risk, but
decided to go for it anyway.  Or maybe she just realized how cramped it was
in there and knew Steve would take longer than she would.  He just laughed
it off. 

   It wasn't quite late enough to go to bed yet, so they each entertained
themselves a while longer, until Steve was the first to call it quits. 
He'd just flown in that morning, and the travel had taken a lot out of him.
He lay on his bed, on the bottom bunk, and closed his eyes.  Becky climbed
into the top bunk a short while later.  Steve faded in and out of sleep,
mostly being awoken by the sounds of Becky tossing and turning above him.
It persisted for at least an hour, but then Steve fell asleep and didn't
wake again until morning.

   ***

   Steve was up before Becky, and figured it would be a good time for a
shower.  The bathroom had one of those stall showers, where there was just
enough room to turn around in place, with the water coming out from
overhead.  It reminded Steve of his visit to Europe, where the hotel had
something similar.  It was certainly different from the high-pressure,
spacious shower he was used to from his parents' house, but college was all
about adjustment.  He did the best he could, dressed in the cramped space,
and went back out into the dorm room proper.

   "You better not have left a mess in there," Becky said.  "I hear guys
are pigs in the bathroom."

   "I'll try to be extra clean for your sake," Steve said.  Becky pushed
past him with her towel and change of clothes and entered the bathroom for
her own morning shower.

   Steve sat at his desk to double check his schedule for his first day of
classes.  He was going back and forth between the crude map supplied by the
college, a satellite map on the Internet, and room numbers on his schedule
to try to figure out where everything actually was.  Becky's tour the day
before had covered common areas, but not the actual educational buildings.
He didn't know he'd ever manage to remember where to go for each one.

   "Steve!" Becky called from the bathroom.  "This is embarrassing, but I
forgot my shampoo.  It's on my desk.  Would you grab it for me?"

   Steve heard the shower water running, and glanced over.  The door to the
bathroom was cracked just a little, enough for Becky to call out through
it. He glanced at the desk and saw the shampoo straight away, grabbing it
and bringing it over to the bathroom door.

   "Here," he said, his eyes fixated on the gap, that slender window into
the bathroom.  Was Becky naked in there already?

   Her face was peering out from behind the shower curtain, and one of her
arms extended out to grab the shampoo.  She snatched it quickly and then
pushed the curtain shut, leaving Steve with a whirlwind of visuals to
interpret.  Had he caught a glimpse of her breast as she reached out?  He
wasn't sure.

   "Thanks," she said, bringing Steve back to reality.  He pulled the door
to the bathroom shut, not wanting to linger trying to catch a glimpse if
she was paying attention.  He couldn't focus on his schedule anymore,
though.  He saw some kind of skin, but whether it was her arm or part of
her side or actual side boob was too difficult to say for certain given how
brief the glimpse was.

   It was probably nothing, he thought.  She would be careful enough not to
let anything slip, especially since she'd specifically called him over
there.  She finished up her shower in a few minutes and came out dressed in
jeans and a low-cut top that showed a bit of cleavage.  The jeans were
tight around her ass, and Steve had to actively avoid staring at it as she
wandered around the room, finishing her preparations.

   Steve and Becky didn't have any classes together, so he spent the day
meandering about campus, meeting new people in some of his own classes and
seeing what kinds of crowds gathered in the different commons areas in his
downtime.  One of the girls he met, a petite thing with small breasts and
wavy red hair named Kaitlyn, lived on the same floor as him, he found.  He
told her excitedly about the coincidence, but she gave him a disgusted look
and broke off the conversation after that.  Right, he realized, not
everyone knew about his situation yet.

   He didn't come back to his room until after dinner, exhausted from the
busy day.  Becky was already there, back in yoga pants and a t-shirt for
the evening.  They exchanged greetings but mostly kept to themselves, each
beginning on their respective assignments from class.

   "I'm going to head to bed early," Becky said at about nine.  "I didn't
sleep well last night, so I want to get some extra rest."

   "No problem," Steve said.  "I can use this lamp so we can turn off the
overhead lights."

   Becky climbed into her top bunk while Steve flipped the appropriate
switches to darken the room.  He went back to his desk.

   "Steve?" Becky called from her bed.

   "Yeah?"

   "There's...one more thing.  I, uh...well..."

   "Still too much light?"

   "No, that's not it.  Back at home, well, I always slept naked.  Last
night I tried it with clothes on, and tossed and turned all night.  Would
you...mind...if I...?"

   "Oh, no," Steve said, his mind barely able to comprehend the request
through the immediate attention his penis demanded just at the idea of it.
"I don't mind at all.  You can sleep naked if you want.  You live here; you
should be comfortable.  I will just, uh, turn around."

   "I'll be under the covers, silly.  I just thought it would be, you know,
respectful to let you know."

   "Yeah, no problem," Steve said,turning back to his desk, which faced him
away from the bunk beds.

   He immediately gave up hope of being productive again that night.  The
thought of Becky being naked in the same room as him, even under her
covers, flooded his mind.  He heard a rustling from the bed that could only
be the sounds of her undressing, right now.  He kept his eyes fixated on a
spot on his desk, because he knew where they'd venture if they were allowed
to wander.

   After a few minutes, he heard gentle snoring, and risked his first
glance over.  Becky had laid her clothes, bra and panties included, on top
of the tall dresser next to her bunk.  She lay on her back, with the sheets
pulled up to her neck,revealing nothing but her head.

   Steve got his own taste of restless sleep that night.

   ***

   He woke to the sound of rustling sheets and squeaky bedsprings again. 
After a minute, Becky slid down off her top bunk right next to Steve, who
lay in the bottom one.

   Her bare legs were the first thing that came into view, and Steve got
excited.  Maybe she was still naked!

   Her ass slid over the edge, and Steve saw that she had put her panties
back on.  He was simultaneously disappointed that he couldn't see it bare,
but happy to get to see it with just panties.  It jiggled just the right
amount as she landed on the floor, round but firm.

   She scurried across the room to the door to the bathroom, grabbed her
towel, and stepped inside.  Steve could also see the back of her bra as she
moved across the room.  He was wide awake now, with a semi-erect penis
longing for attention, but it was probably best to pretend to still be
asleep.

   By the time she exited the shower, she was already dressed.  Steve's day
was a blur as all he could think about was hopefully a repeat performance
tomorrow.  He went to a few classes and was mechanically taking notes, but
his mind was elsewhere the whole time.

   He ate dinner at the main cafeteria with Becky, then they headed back to
their room for the evening.  Steve didn't dare bring up her little display
for fear that she would never repeat it again if she knew he was awake.

   Again, as usual, he admired her shape, her perfect curves in her tight
clothes, this time imagining also what she looked like beneath the layers
of cloth.  He knew now that her skin was creamy white all over, not that he
had any reason to doubt but having seen it for real was better than just
presuming the obvious.  He looked at her face again too.  She was pretty,
for sure, but he never taken the time to notice.  She was his roommate, and
he'd been trying to think of that as almost sacred and chaste, but that was
a losing battle to begin with, and only more difficult now with what had
happened this morning.  Becky's face was gorgeous, with big blue eyes,
outlined perfectly by the right amount of dark makeup to contrast her skin.
Her freckles and perfectly white, straight smile lit up the room whenever
Steve was accidentally funny enough to get her to laugh.

   Steve needed to see her naked.  She had been careful so far, though. 
For all her revealing actions, there had never been any real risk of Steve
seeing anything too naughty.  He wondered how he could get more.  The
practical answer, of course, was that he couldn't.  Becky wouldn't be the
first girl he had a crush on, that he pictured naked in his mind's eye over
and over, but never got to see for real.  She wouldn't be the last.  But
for now, hoping he caught any new glimpse was fun, and she'd never know.

   "You into board games?" Becky asked.

   "Uh, sure," Steve answered.  "Why?"

   "Sorry, I'm a bit of a geek.  I brought a few games with me that I had
no one to play with at home, hoping I'd find someone here."

   "Like Monopoly?"

   "No, silly.  Real games.  Let's try one." Becky pulled a box out of her
wardrobe and began setting it up.  It was called Dominion.  Becky laid out
a whole bunch of different piles of cards, with only a few cards per pile.
The rules were more complicated than games Steve was used to, but it was
pretty strategic and not too bad once he understood it.

   Becky sat cross legged on the ground, which served as a pretty damning
distraction to Steve's chances.  Becky mercilessly crushed him, in fact. 
Still, steve didn't mind, because he got to spend half the duration of the
game admiring her pussy mound.  He even thought there was a hint of her
slit, a minor camel toe, through her yoga pants.  He couldn't be sure
because of the way the shadows were cast, but in his mind it was there and
he could barely rip his eyes away to take his turns.

   "I thought I got it, but apparently not," Steve said after the game.

   "It's got more to it than you realize," Becky said.  "I'd love to teach
you the strategy, though.  I really would love to have some competition."

   "I can see why you're a math major now," Steve said.  He thought about
the view he got while playing.  At this point, pretty much any activity
with Becky was welcome just for a chance at a glimpse of her curves.  "I'm
game.  Just not tonight.  One more day of classes tomorrow that I need to
get some sleep for."

   "Okey doke," Becky said, putting all the cards back in the box.  Steve
watched as she bent over to put it back at the bottom of her wardrobe, the
shape of her breasts outlined against the wall as she turned sideways.  He
longed again to see beneath.  There was something special about seeing
someone naked who you never expected to.  Porn stars were no big deal,
because you expected to see everything, but seeing Becky was his deepest
fantasy right now.  Each little tease was more exciting than a thousand
porn videos.



   She climbed into her top bunk, and this time Steve covertly watched her
wriggle and struggle to get off all her clothes without shifting the sheets
so much as to reveal anything.

   Steve lay down himself and closed his eyes.  Visions of Becky flooded
his imagination.  He slept lightly that night, waiting eagerly for morning
and hopefully another show.

   ***

   Steve woke up early, but didn't budge an inch.  He waited for Becky.  He
wanted to be more awake, more aware during her hopeful quick display this
morning.  He needed to have time to remember the view.

   Becky's alarm went off about a half hour later, and Steve waited
impatiently for the rustling from the top bunk to finish.  He was
strategically positioned on his side, facing the room, with his head on the
shadowy side of the bed so it would be harder to see if his eyes were open.

   After a moment of silence, Becky slid off her bed right in front of
Steve again.  Her ass came into view first, panties stretched tight across
its roundness, riding up a little on one side to give him an eyeful of
cheek.

   She landed on the ground, facing away from the bed, and stretched her
arms over her head.  Steve's jaw dropped as he realized she wasn't wearing
a bra.  Yesterday she'd almost sprinted to the bathroom, but she must have
found confidence somewhere to take it slower today.  Steve stared at her
bare back in near disbelief.  Would she turn around?

   Becky went to her wardrobe, carefully keeping her back to the bed, to
gather clothes and a towel, then went straight to the bathroom.  Steve
didn't get a glimpse of any boob, but was still blown away.

   If she was this bold, maybe he really did have a chance of seeing her
naked.  His hand had automatically found its way to his dick, but he forced
it away.  He couldn't risk getting caught masturbating by the object of his
lust, plus had no way to clean up here.

   Instead, he got out of bed and gathered his clothes and towel, waiting
for his turn to shower.

   Becky came out of the bathroom fully dressed, this time in gray yoga
pants instead of black, with a long loose blouse that hugged her breasts
just enough to give Steve another pang in his dick.  He sure loved how much
Becky seemed to like the feel of yoga pants, the best clothing ever
invented in his opinion.

   Steve entered the bathroom and stripped.  Looking around, he tried to
imagine what it looked like in here just a few minutes ago, as Becky stood
right where he was now, completely nude.  He finally had a chance to
relieve the pent up stress in his dick, and took an extra long shower to
take it slow and enjoy it.

   By the time he got out, Becky was gone off to her own classes.  The day
crawled by as he just waited to reunite with his roommate that evening. 
Having a female roommate was not going to help his grades, but at this
point he didn't care.

   He didn't have any classes on Friday afternoon, so he grabbed lunch at
the cafeteria with a few classmates from his last class for the day.  He
saw Becky come in with a group of girls he didn't recognize, and waved. 
She smiled back, then disappeared around a corner to grab her own food.

   Steve went back to his dorm after his ad hoc group dispersed, and
glanced around for something to do.  Becky had brought a small TV, which so
far sat unused on a small table with two drawers between their desks. 
Steve dug around in his bags for the Playstation 3 he'd brought with him
from home, hooking it up and playing the Madden game from 4 years ago. 
Nothing ever changed year to year anyway.

   He was still playing when Becky came back a few hours later.

   "Ooh!" she said, seeing him with the controller in his hand, then a
disappointed "oh..." when she saw what he was playing.

   "No judging," Steve said.  "Not after that Dominion game you brought
out."

   "Fine," Becky agreed, tossing her bag on her chair and helping herself
to a seat next to Steve on his bed.  "So, can I play?"

   Steve dug out his extra controller, explained the basics, then
ruthlessly crushed Becky despite picking a less than stellar team to even
the odds a bit.

   "Couldn't go easy on me?" Becky asked, batting her eyelashes.

   "You didn't go easy on me in Dominion," he said.  "Besides, it's the
best way to learn."

   "I did, actually, but I won't next time," Becky said, pulling herself
off the bed and heading to her desk.

   Steve loaded his season back up and played a few more games while Becky
dove into her book, some epic fantasy Steve had never heard of.

   "I'm heading home for the weekend," Becky announced at around eight. 
"My mom is here to pick me up.  I'll be back late Sunday."

   "Oh, ok," Steve said, trying to mask his disappointment.  "Have fun."

   She left.

   Steve took this opportunity to pull out his dick and masturbate
furiously, thinking about Becky the whole time.  Her face, her bare back
that morning with exposed breasts just out of view,her glorious mound
clearly outlined in her preferred skin-tight leggings.

   It was a long weekend.

   ***

   As promised, Becky returned late on Sunday night, just as Steve was
getting ready for bed.  She greeted him with a smile and a brief hug, so
quick that Steve barely realized it was happening before it was over.  Then
she threw her bags down and climbed into her bunk herself.  She stripped
off under her covers, rolled ever, and closed her eyes.

   Steve, still in shock from the unexpected but welcome physical contact,
found his way to his own bed and lay down for the night.

   He almost slept through the show the next morning.  He woke to rustling,
a telltale sign that Becky was about to hop down and give him the view that
he'd missed the past two mornings with her being at home.  He berated
himself silently as he waited and watched.

   Sure enough, Becky's legs appeared over the edge of the bed, followed by
her ass.  Not the outline of her ass in panties, but her actual ass.  She
was bottomless!  Steve's eyes bulged as he took it all in.  Her creamy skin
extended here, of course, but just getting to see it was exhilarating.

   Like last time, she also didn't wear a bra.  Right in front of Steve,
not three feet away, stood the girl he'd been crushing on hard, completely
naked.  She stretched, her back still turned, then went to her side of the
room to grab clothes and a towel.  She had to bend over to get into her
bags, Steve realized.  He watched intently, hoping to catch a glimpse of
something more, but Becky squatted down instead, giving another great view
of her ass but not the promised land in front.

   Then she walked to the bathroom and was gone.  Steve closed his eyes and
savored the show he'd just witnessed, replaying each moment in his memory.

   He floated on a high through his classes that day, barely even able to
focus long enough to hear his professors talk.  By the time he found his
way back in the evening, Becky was already there, dressed in her usual yoga
pants, but this time with a loose fitting shirt.  The neck was so big that
it had fallen over one shoulder, revealing the strap of her sports bra. 
Steve couldn't tell if it was intentional.

   "Hey," she greeted him, not bothering to fix her shoulder.  Intentional,
then.

   "Sup?" Steve asked.

   "Nothin'.  Whatcha wanna do tonight?" she asked.

   Steve shrugged.  He loved spending time with Becky.  He found her casual
outfits erotic and arousing, and any chance to catch a glimpse was worth
taking.  But he had never really been great at talking to new people,and
she was still new enough.  Damn introversion.

   "I have an idea," Becky said.  "There's a game room on campus I found
today, in one of the lounges.  We both like games, so let's see what we can
find there.  Maybe there will be something we're more evenly matched at."

   Steve liked the sound of the idea, and followed as Becky led the way,
his eyes transfixed on her ass.  Her loose shirt hung over it, but it was
light enough that it swished back and forth a little with each step, and
hugged her curves just enough that he could make out the line between her
ass cheeks.  Which he'd seen, in the flesh, he reminded himself, thinking
back to the sight.

   They tried out a few board games they found, and a few video games, but
the one they settled on was Smash Brothers.  They were both equally
terrible, and agreed to come back regularly to get better together.

   After a while, it got late, and they went back to their dorm room to
sleep.  They went through their now usual ritual, with Steve hoping to
catch an eyeful of skin while Becky stripped down to nothing under her
covers.

   No luck.  But there was always the promise of morning.  Steve got some
shut eye.

   ***

   Morning.  The unequivocal best time of day, recently.  Steve lay awake
for close to an hour waiting for Becky's show.  When the rustling started,
he grew excited, his dick beginning to stiffen expectantly.

   Becky dropped down to the floor, landing deftly on her feet.  She was
completely nude again, like the day before.  She stretched again, holding
her arms over her head and standing on tiptoes, but all Steve could see was
her ass.

   Not that it was a bad view.  She had a gorgeous ass, and the way it
shifted back and forth as she walked over to grab her clothes could be
described as seductive, but that didn't even begin to cover it.

   Steve watched in wonder as, unlike the day before, Becky turned to face
her wardrobe, giving him a glimpse of sideboob.  He could just see the
silhouette of her breasts against the far wall.  When she bent over to grab
something from the bottom drawer, they hung down, still just dark globe
shapes, but what shapes they were.  They jiggled with her every movement in
a way they never could in a bra, as if to prove to Steve that what he was
seeing was real.

   Becky walked across the room to the bathroom, giving Steve one last near
view of her marvelous tits masked in shadow, then disappeared into the
bathroom.

   Steve couldn't stop himself from touching his dick, not after that.  He
moved his hand up and down slowly, sensually, replaying it all in his head.
His member was as hard as diamond, and on the verge of coming almost
immediately.  He kept himself on the edge of climax, wanting to savor the
memory for as long as possible.

   When he heard the shower turn off, he had to rip his hand away to avoid
being caught, and flip quickly to his stomach to hide his rock hard
throbbing cock, which would be clearly noticeable through his sheets
otherwise.

   He pretended to be asleep until Becky was dressed and gone.

   His classes went about as expected: he didn't remember anything from any
of them.  That night, back in the room, he played Madden again as he waited
up for Becky, but she didn't come back until late.

   "What's up?" he asked, becoming a cliche in his attempt to sound casual.

   "Busy night studying," Becky said.  "Got a test tomorrow already.  Can
you believe it?  Got to just focus on it, though, so sorry in advance if
I'm a bit distant."

   "No problem," Steve said, trying to mask his disappointment.  He liked
their nights together, just playing games or bullshitting or both.  But he
let her be, and actually wound up heading to bed first that night, letting
her study.

   ***

   Becky still woke up early, but Steve was ready.  Whatever time he spent
waiting in bed each morning for Becky's show was always worth it.

   She dropped down, nude as was becoming her precedent.  Without warning,
she turned around and reached up onto the bed for something.

   The moment lasted a decade and a nanosecond both.  That image would be
ingrained in Steve's mind forever.

   It was the first time he saw Becky's pussy.  Any image he had in his
mind of what it might look like paled in comparison to seeing it in the
flesh.  This was his dream, his fantasy, come to life in front of his eyes.

   She was completely shaved, with swollen pussy lips that were perfectly
round and smooth.  They came together in a single line, a perfect slit with
nothing messy popping out.  Becky shifted her weight, moving her legs just
a bit,one knee forward and the other back, switching positions.

   The effect of that small maneuver on her pussy lips was enough to make
Steve moan, just a little.  His heart raced in terror.  Had she heard?  He
didn't dare move, just waiting.

   Becky stepped away from the bed, turning her back as usual.  She
gathered her clothes and went for her shower.

   Steve didn't move an inch.  He was afraid any stimulus at all would make
him ejaculate all over his sheets, and he didn't want to deal with that
mess.

   But at the same time, he felt guilty.  Becky thought he was asleep, and
never intended him to see her most private parts in full closeup, just two
feet away from his eyes.

   He vowed to tell her that he'd seen.  Not that he was watching on
purpose, or that he liked it, just that he'd seen and wanted her to know.

   But not now, he thought, as she stepped out of the shower.  He didn't
know how to bring it up.

   In classes that day, he might as well not have even been present.  His
mind was utterly occupied, flittering back and forth from images of what
he'd seen-Becky's pristine pussy-and figuring out how he was even going to
tell her.

   She was already in the room, relaxing with her book, when Steve returned
for the night.

   "Hey, you," she greeted him, glancing up for a moment.

   "Hey," Steve said, unloading his bag onto the desk.  "There's something,
uh, that...that I want to talk about."

   "Oh?"

   "Yeah.  It's...uh...well, I guess I'll just say it."

   "Tends to be the best way to talk," Becky said.

   "I saw you today."

   "On campus?  Or do you mean right now?"

   "This morning," Steve said.  "You were..."

   "Naked," Becky said.  "Yes.  I mean, I sleep nude.  That's just what's
comfortable.  Then I get up and shower.  Also nude, you know.  Things get
weird if you introduce clothes in there.  So I just thought...why am I
putting on clothes to walk four steps and take them off again?  You know?"

   "I...guess that makes sense.  I didn't think of that."

   "If it makes you uncomfortable, I can stop."

   "No!" Steve said, a little too vehement.  He hoped she didn't sense his
inner voyeur in the tone.  "I mean, I want you to be comfortable here.  It
is your room, after all.  We live here.  Don't do something on my account
that makes no sense for you."

   "Ok," Becky said.  "I'm actually really glad you told me.  I was nervous
that you'd freak if you ever saw, but you were always asleep so..."

   Steve breathed again, relieved.  This went better than any of the
scenarios he'd anticipated.

   "Anyway..." Becky said, "how much exactly did you see?"

   "Well," Steve considered how to answer.  "Pretty much everything.  You
were facing the bed."

   "Oh, right," Becky said, blushing.  The red in her cheeks, the
embarrassment, made Steve's dick throb in his pants.  "I woke up before my
alarm this morning and forgot to disable it until after I jumped down.  I
had to turn it off so it didn't just keep going while I was in the shower.
You're welcome, I guess."

   Steve laughed.  And that was it.  The rest of the night was back to
normal.  Becky read, Steve tried to figure out what he'd missed in class,
and they occasionally chatted about whatever.

   Until bed time.

   "Since you've already seen me..." Becky said.  "It would be a lot easier
not to have to strip on the bed, you know."

   "Uh...sure," Steve said.  He stared at her.

   "Do you mind?" she asked, but pulled her shirt off before Steve even had
a chance to look away, revealing her perfect breasts and cleavage in her
bra.

   Steve couldn't look away.  He just stared, open-jawed, utterly unable to
hide his sheer joy.  Becky smiled and continued.  She bent down and pulled
off her pants, leaving her just in her underwear.

   "So you like watching?" Becky asked.  "I don't know if I should keep
going then.  I mean, we are roommates and I wouldn't want you getting
ideas."

   "I'm sorry," Steve said.  "I'm making you uncomfortable.  I'll look
away."

   "No, just promise me to keep your hands to yourself.  You've already
seen me and paid me the respect of telling me when you didn't have to.  I
trust you.  And nudity in your home is natural.  Everyone has to get naked
sometimes.  If I'm self conscious around you, we're both going to have a
long semester of dancing around uselessly and avoiding eye contact."

   "You are too logical for me," Steve said.  "I can't say I can find a
flaw in your reasoning, though."

   "Great!" Becky said, and unclasped her bra.  She let it fall to the
ground unceremoniously, giving Steve what he realized was his first real
view of her completely exposed breasts.

   In the dark of the morning, he'd gotten a view from the side, a
silhouette, an outline.  This was completely different.  They hung down
from her chest the perfect amount, not defying gravity like implants were
prone to do, but not sagging or anything either.  The nipples were only
slightly discolored from her beautiful pale skin, having a slight extra
pink tinge.  The areolas were larger than he'd imagined, but they
complemented the overall shape.

   In short, he'd never seen better tits, on the Internet or anywhere.

   Without delay, Becky bent over, letting her breasts swing down in front
of her, and removed her panties in a swift, practiced motion.  In the full
light if the room, her pussy was just pristine.  Becky curtsied and laughed
nervously as Steve's eyes took in her naked body.  Even with her legs
squeezed together during the curtsy, the top of her slit was visible. 

   "Well, good night," she said, and moved to the bed.  Steve kept watching
as she climbed, giving him an unprecedented view between her legs from
behind and below.  The line of her slit was relentless; it was the neatest
pussy he'd ever seen, the labia majora like something out of an art
masterpiece.

   "Night," Steve said, trying to sound nonchalant.  He doubted it worked.

   He gave one last look to the top bunk before he went to bed himself, but
Becky was well hidden under the covers. 

   Sleep didn't come easy.  This morning he was worried about how she'd
react to him seeing her naked, and now he didn't even know what was
happening.  This was his reality now.  He roomed with the most gorgeous
girl he could even imagine, and she had no qualms about being seen naked. 

   Life was good. 

   ***

   Somehow, this morning, Steve didn't feel an overwhelming need to wake up
in time to watch, lest he miss his last chance ever to see Becky nude.

   But, luckily, the timing still worked out in his favor.  He missed
Becky's trip to the shower, but today she was still completely nude when
she came out afterwards.  She went about her business as if an utter lack
of clothes was normal.  Nothing to see here, just getting ready.  With my
tits and pussy out.

   "Morning," Steve greeted her, almost as a test to see if she'd scream
and cover up. 

   "Hey there," she said.  Now he knew it was real again.  Incredible.  He
looked at her pussy as it came in and out of view while she moved around
collecting clothes.  Whenever it did slip away, he was content watching her
breasts, also quite the sight to see.  The nipples were the kind that just
begged to be sucked.

   He squelched the urge, and at the same time, tried to stop staring
altogether.  Becky's nudity was not meant to be sexual, just necessary. 
She had to be naked sometimes, and the arrangement they had was simply that
she wouldn't waste effort trying to hide it from Steve.  If he stared too
much, she might get self conscious and stop.  That wouldn't do.

   He did grab one last look at her bare ass as he headed for the shower
himself, though.  Beautiful white buns, if he did say so himself.

   Classes went smoothly for once.  Coming clean had cleared his
conscience, or at least his mind.  He paid attention and actually learned
things.  It was almost like that was actually the whole point of college.

   With the peace of mind that he'd surely get to see Becky nude again, and
with how distracted he'd been in his room recently, Steve went to the
library to study for a while before heading back to his dorm for the night.

   Becky was already there, reading as usual.  She stopped when she saw
him, smiling and greeting him as he stepped in.

   "Dominion?" she asked.

   "Why not?"

   Becky stood up to grab the game.  As expected, Steve was crushed, but
he'd spent the whole time staring between her legs.  Now that he'd seen her
pussy, it was like he had a new insight into what lie beneath that tight
fabric.  Maybe one day she'd play naked.

   "Bed time," Becky said, cleaning up the game.  Steve tried to help, but
didn't know where things went, so he mostly just handed components to Becky
as needed.

   Becky stripped off her pants and panties first.  Then she pulled her
shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor, and reached behind her back
to get to work on her bra.  Her boobs jiggled as they came free, and Steve
was torn about whether to look at her slit or her supple nipples.

   "You like the view?" Becky asked.

   Steve turned beet red in an instant.  So much for his plan to avoid
getting caught staring.

   "You make it hard not to," he admitted.

   "Just because I'm naked?"

   "Well, that certainly plays a big part, but you're also just drop-dead
gorgeous."

   Becky then did nothing short of sashaying to the bed, working her curves
and adding sensual touches to her own skin, on her hips and stomach.  Then
she abruptly jumped up onto her top bunk and sat at the edge, facing Steve
with her legs just spread enough to make sure her slit was still clearly
visible.

   Steve took a step closer, but Becky held up a finger to stop him.

   "Remember, no touching."

   "You get off on this, don't you?" Steve said.  He didn't mean to say it
out loud.

   Becky's smile confirmed his sentiment, though.  "Good night."

   She swung her legs onto the bed and lay on top of the covers.  After a
minute, her breathing had slowed and she was snoring lightly.  Her breasts
and slit were still out in the open, even asleep.  Steve was sure it was
just to get to him.

   It worked.  He stayed up far later than he should have, checking her
naked body every few minutes for another glimpse.

   It was the hardest thing he'd ever done, getting into his own bed
instead of touching her, climbing into her bed and caressing her, reaching
down between her legs and feeling the warmth, rubbing her sex.

   Instead, Steve went to bed.  He'd have to settle for doing all those
things in his dreams.

   ***

   The next few weeks went by largely the same way.  Becky was naked
sometimes, if she had to shower or go to bed, and she did it in such a way
that Steve couldn't help but look.  She liked being watched, but she didn't
go out of her way to be naked either.

   He was fine with that.  She had to be naked to shower or sleep, but not
to play games or whatever else.  He got his views a few times a day.  What
was he going to do, demand that she be naked whenever she's in the room? 
"Sorry, Becky, but I haven't gotten to see that slit quite enough today. 
Do you mind?" He would have to be an idiot.

   But he wasn't satisfied.  Just looking at her body was amazing; his
metaphorical jaw hit the metaphorical floor every time her slit came into
view.  But he wanted more.  It wasn't a sex thing.  Well, it wasn't
entirely a sex thing.  He couldn't call it love either, though, not without
laughing at himself for his own naivete.

   He decided to ask her out on a date.  Clothed, in public, the two of
them together.  He'd decided that over a week ago, and still hadn't done
it. He was just working up the nerves, waiting for the right moment.  He'd
do it when the time was right.

   Two more weeks later, and two more weeks of the new status quo of
practical yet distracting nudity, and Steve wasn't quite sure the time
would ever be right.  He had to just go for it.

   It was a Friday evening, shortly before she was going to head home for
the weekend as had been her custom every week so far.  She was packing up a
few things, including the new book she'd started, to bring with her as she
left.  Steve was playing Madden, which he still liked even if it wasn't
something to do with Becky.  He needed his own interests, right?

   "Hey, Becky," he said.  "There's something I've been wanting to ask
you."

   "Shoot," she said, without looking up from her bag as she was trying to
squeeze something else in beyond its intended capacity.

   "Well, I was just thinking.  I like you.  A lot."

   That got her attention.  She paused what she was doing and looked up to
meet Steve eye to eye.  He couldn't keep eye contact with her, plus his
eyes were naturally drawn elsewhere, and he could picture exactly what she
looked like underneath that tight shirt and those yoga pants.

   "Would you want to go out with me?" he asked.  "On a date?"

   "No."

   The silence lasted forever.  At least Becky had the decency to keep
looking at him, to give him time to process the answer before she went back
to rooting through her back trying to figure out how to shift stuff to make
room.

   "Oh," Steve said at last.

   "I like things the way they are now," Becky said.  "It's not
complicated. I like you too.  But we're still a guy and a girl sharing a
room in an all girl dorm.  We're at a good distance for that.  There's a
mutual respect."

   "Oh," Steve said again.

   "Steve, wait until next year.  I do like you.  Once you get into a real
dorm, like you're supposed to, we'll still hang out.  We can call it a date
even.  But not now."

   "Ok," Steve said, turning back to the TV.  He didn't unpause his game;
he just stared at the playbook in front of him without thinking or moving
for a bit.

   "I'll see you again Sunday," Becky said.

   Steve nodded, or maybe he didn't.  He didn't think he said anything. 
But maybe he did.  At some point he turned off his game console or didn't,
and either fell asleep or lay awake in bed the entire weekend staring at
the bottom of the mattress above him.

   It was like meditating, he thought.  He was just spending the weekend
meditating, rather than doing homework or eating or sleeping or moving.

   ***

   "Hey."

   It was Sunday night.  Apparently Becky was back.

   "You want to go get a bite to eat?  I haven't had dinner."

   "Sure," Steve found himself saying.  It wasn't a date.  It was a bite to
eat.  They were friends.  Not even that; they were roommates.  Their eating
together was a matter of practicality, nothing more.

   Steve ate mechanically, and they didn't speak much during the meal. 
Becky made an attempt or two to bridge the gap, but Steve found himself
just making one or two word answers, and after a few of those she gave up.

   At least he slept that night.

   ***

   "This is ridiculous!" Becky cried, waking Steve up.  She was already
dressed.

   It was the first time Steve had slept through that morning ritual since
he'd realized he could see her naked body just by waking up early and being
attentive.  A weekend of sleeplessness would do that to a guy, he supposed.

   "What's ridiculous?"

   "You should have gotten this email too," she said.  "The shower wasn't
working this morning, so I went to email reslife about it and instead I'm
greeted with this stupidity in my inbox.  This is dumber than getting you
as a roommate.  No offense."

   A week ago Steve might have laughed at the joke, but he was in no mood
now.  The words hurt.  He shambled over to his desk and sat down in front
of his laptop to read the email in question.

   "Students in Building C," Steve read aloud.  "Starting today, the
bathrooms in the individual dorm rooms will be indefinitely taken offline.
Due to maintenance on the plumbing system, we will have to stop water to
the sinks, showers, and toilets in these areas.  It is unknown when the
maintenance will be complete.  In the meanwhile, there are communal showers
and bathrooms on the second and fourth floors of the dormitory that are
still functional due to being on a separate plumbing network.  The second
floor bathroom will be designated for females, and the fourth floor
bathroom for males, due to unplanned room assignment circumstances this
semester.  We apologize for the inconvenience."

   "What a bunch of dickwads," Becky said.  "They want me to go down two
flights of stairs to shower, then climb back up two flights of stairs when
I'm done?"

   "Are there other males in this dorm?"

   "No!  You're the only one.  So you get an entire bathroom with like 4
toilets and 10 shower heads to yourself, and every girl in this building
has to share the other one.  There's going to be a line out the door every
morning."

   "If I'm the only one allowed to use the shower on this floor, you could
just go when I'm not there," Steve suggested.

   "I guess," Becky said.  "But it's the principle of the thing."

   Steve shrugged and grabbed his shower supplies from their bathroom.  He
tested the water, and it was out just like the email said.  He took his
robe out of his closet; he hadn't used it yet because he'd just changed in
the bathroom right after he bathed so far.  Shampoo, soap, washcloth, and
he was good to go.  He headed out to the communal bathroom on the other
side of the floor.

   He knew it was there all along, but he hadn't had any reason to go in it
yet.  The door even said "GIRLS" on the outside, but he supposed that was
just to remind any guests that they had to go elsewhere on normal school
years.  Based on the email, he was supposed to go in here, so he ignored
the sign and headed inside.  There were a few toilet stalls on one wall,
with sinks along the opposite wall.  There were no urinals, which was weird
until Steve remembered this was usually a girls' room.  He couldn't see the
showers at first, but eventually turned a corner to find a large room with
ten or so shower heads around the outside of it.  There were drains placed
strategically on the floor and a central post with benches and hooks for
clothes, away from all the showers.

   There was absolutely no privacy if someone decided to come in here. 

   He picked a showerhead along the wall with the hallway leading out so he
could keep an eye on it, then stripped down quickly before he could
question what he was doing and started up the water.

   Despite his constant paranoid glances to the entrance, the shower was as
uneventful as any other.  He made himself clean, donned his robe, and
walked back to his room where he dressed and went off to his classes for
the day.

   That night, Becky got into bed with her clothes on rather than giving
him her usual strip show and excellent rear view between her legs as she
climbed up to the top bunk.  He was disappointed, but he didn't question
it.

   He did have trouble sleeping because of all the noise she made tossing
and turning, though.

   ***

   Steve woke up before Becky Tuesday morning.  For the first time ever, he
climbed out of bed without waiting for her, even though her alarm would go
off in only a few minutes.  She hadn't stripped down, so he figured she'd
appreciate him giving her space.  He grabbed his things and headed for the
shower.

   When he entered the bathroom, he heard water already running from the
shower area, although he couldn't see in.

   It must have been a girl.  There were only girls here, other than him.

   And she must have been naked.

   He didn't know what to do.  He needed to shower.  If he waited much
longer, he was going to be late for class.  But he didn't want to strip
down in front of some stranger, especially a female stranger.

   But he really, really wanted to see whoever it was in there naked. 
Maybe it was a girl he'd seen around campus.  A connoisseur of fine female
bodies, a list of girls he'd longed to see naked flashed through his brain.
Yes, he'd gotten his wish with Becky, and yes, he sincerely preferred Becky
to any of the other girls he'd seen.  But he was still a male, and he still
liked to imagine what pretty girls looked like sans clothes.

   "Hello?" he called out lamely.

   The response was a shriek, high pitched and shrill, confirming that
there was indeed a naked girl on the other side of this wall.  All Steve
had to do was walk around the corner and there she'd be.

   "I need to shower so I'm not late for class," Steve said.  "This
bathroom is supposed to be for males only."

   "That's a fucking stupid rule," the voice came back.  "You wait out
there until I'm done and then you can go."

   Steve looked around for a clock, but didn't see any in the bathroom. 
He'd left his phone in his dorm, so he couldn't check the time.  He waited.

   And waited.  It was taking this girl entirely too long.

   "You almost done in there?" he asked.

   "Shut up!" she cried, but she came out only a minute or two later.  She
was fully clothed, and stormed past Steve without a glance or a word.

   He recognized her.  Her name was Kaitlyn, the one who had been upset
when she found out that he lived on the same floor as her.  She was one of
the girls on his mental list of girls he'd seen around campus that he
wanted to see naked.  She had red hair, creamy skin just like Becky, but
much smaller breasts.  Not as good, but still worth seeing.

   Although he doubted he'd ever have the guts to do anything like that.

   "Just barge in on her," Becky said, later that day, as he recounted why
he was late for class.  "If she's there again, just go in anyway."

   "Are you sure?" Steve asked.

   "The email said it's your bathroom," she said.  "She's just a bitch."

   Steve didn't sleep well.  Becky was clothed again, and making a lot of
noise trying to find a comfortable position, and Steve was both excited and
terrified if he had to enact Becky's plan the following morning.  He hoped
Kaitlyn just didn't show up.

   ***

   His hopes were in vain.  He entered the bathroom and heard water flowing
from the next room.

   "Kaitlyn?" he asked.

   "How do you know my name, creep?" the voice came back from the shower
room.

   "I was late for class yesterday.  I can't do this every day.  I'm coming
in."

   "No!"

   But true to his word, Steve entered the shower area.  Kaitlyn was buck
naked, and he saw everything, but only for a fleeting moment as she covered
herself up and darted for the opposite side of the pillar in the center of
the room to break line of sight.

   He saw her small pink nipples, conical and pointy.  Her breasts were
bigger than he'd thought from seeing her clothed, but still pretty small.
She had some hair down near her vulva, and it was red to match her head. 
She kept it neat, though, not a huge bush.  If Steve had to guess, that is
what he'd have guessed for her.  He didn't get to see her slit in her rush
to turn around, but he did get a great view of her ass.  For a small girl,
she had great hips and full white buttocks.

   "You fucking asshole!" she screamed from the other side of the pillar.

   "You're welcome to finish your shower," Steve said, barely able to
believe his own mouth.  What, was he just going to strip down right here in
front of her?  At this point, he barely had any choice.

   He put his soap and shampoo and such down near his normal shower head,
which forced Kaitlyn to strafe further around the pillar to keep out of his
line of sight.  He walked back to the middle to put down his robe and start
taking off his own clothes, again causing her to shift to avoid him.  Her
clothes were also on this side of the pillar, he noticed.  She was just
standing on the other side, completely naked, mumbling a stream of
profanity vaguely in his direction.

   It didn't take long for Steve to get completely naked, but pulling his
boxers down while there was a naked girl so nearby, so close that it would
be completely unavoidable for him to be seen, was a seriously thrilling
feeling.  It was freeing, somehow.  His penis was on display, to be seen by
any who happened to wander in, but this time someone had already wandered
in.

   He survived stripping down, and he would survive being seen.  He
whistled while he showered, but kept an eye on the pillar.  Shortly after
he began, Kaitlyn slunk around to grab her clothes, finally giving him a
look at that pussy.  It wasn't as neat as Becky's, with some of her labia
minora hanging out, but just a little.  He could still get behind that, and
he kept his eyes glued to her as she quickly grabbed her clothes and towel
and moved back to the other side of the pillar.  He was facing her, so she
got to see as much as she wanted too.

   Steve laughed and started whistling while he showered.  Kaitlyn, finally
clothed, stormed out of the room.

   "No way she's back tomorrow," Becky said, after Steve had recounted the
ordeal to her that evening.  "You won."

   That night, Becky shimmied out of her own clothes while under the
covers, and they both slept soundly in their own beds.

   ***

   The bathroom on Thursday morning was empty when Steve arrived.  He
stripped down and started showering, half disappointed that he wouldn't get
a chance to see any naked girls this morning.  Kaitlyn's body was nice to
look at, even if she didn't let him get any long views.

   He wasn't alone for long, though.  He looked up from washing himself and
almost slipped and fell from surprise when he saw a girl standing in the
doorway wearing a short pink robe that barely came down past her hips.  She
had one arm up against the edge of the doorframe and was staring right at
Steve, whose penis started stiffening in some combination of anticipation
and exhibitionism.

   "I heard you like to shower around now," the girl said.

   "Who are you?" Steve asked.

   "Does it matter?" she asked, and she walked across the room to the
center pillar.  She dropped the robe, revealing that she was completely
naked underneath.  Her skin was tanned everywhere, and her breasts were
bigger than Becky's, with dark nipples.  She had blonde hair with dark
streaks, and her pussy was completely shaven.  She didn't make any effort
to hide herself, in fact sauntering over to the shower directly next to
Steve.

   He didn't take his eyes off her.  She was putting on a show for him, and
he was going to watch.  She seemed to like seeing his eyes glued to her
body, and she did a little twirl, showing him her ass in the process.  She
turned on the water but didn't stay in its stream for long.

   She slowly edged her way closer and closer to Steve.  She pushed her
breasts up against his chest, the wetness of the water helping them slide
this way and that.  Feeling her nipples press into his skin was enough to
remove any doubt from his penis and cause it to stand at full erection. 
She stepped closer and put one leg behind him.  She wrapped her arms around
him and let her body rub against his as she gyrated.

   Steve was a looker.  He loved looking at girls, imagining what they
looked like under their clothes.  His favorite porn sites were those on/off
collages where it would show a girl with clothes on and then with clothes
off.  It was his fetish he supposed.  He never really imagined he'd get to
experience it in real life, but the past few weeks had been kind to him in
that regard.  Still, he was a looker.  He liked seeing, and imagining, but
his imagination never involved touch before.  He never was confident enough
to think that he'd get to touch any of these girls, just seeing them naked
was all the reward he needed.

   This experience, with this girl whose name he didn't even know rubbing
her naked body against his naked body in a shower together, was going a
long way towards changing his mind.  Maybe he only thought he liked looking
because it was all he ever knew.

   That was enough thinking, though.  He wrapped his arms around this
mystery girl and pulled.  One went to her ass, the other behind her back.
It was all he could do to keep from kissing her, like some kind of natural
instinct that that's just what you do when you're so horny, with someone
who feels so very good up against you.

   She grabbed his dick, and he closed his eyes to focus on the sensation
of her stroking, up and down.  It was slow, sensual.

   When he opened his eyes, he saw Becky with an armful of her own clothes,
standing in the door with tears in her eyes.

   "Nice," she said, and turned to leave.

   "Wait, Becky, no!" Steve cried, pushing the naked girl away from him. 
"I don't even know her name!"

   Becky turned back around, her face red with fury, and screamed, "Oh,
that makes it fucking better!" She sprinted out of the room.

   Steve followed, not even thinking about how awkward it was to run with
an erection, how hard it was to run across a slick shower floor, or even
really thinking about what he was going to do in the hallway without his
room key or clothes, half-covered in soap.

   Kaitlyn was standing by the sinks, and made a face at him.

   "You're disgusting," she said.  Steve had no idea why she was there, but
he didn't care.

   The combination of all the reasons he couldn't chase Becky right now hit
him, and he skulked back into the shower.  The other girl was still there,
naked, posing in a way that accentuated her hips, breasts, and slit all at
once.

   "Your girlfriend?" she asked.

   "No," Steve answered.

   "Well then get back over here."

   "No," Steve said.  He rinsed himself off quickly, fending off any
attempts for that girl to touch him, then threw his robe around himself and
walked back to his room, where he was sure he wouldn't find his roommate
waiting for him.

   He was right.  Becky was nowhere to be seen.  Steve went to class, but
couldn't pay attention.  After the day's lectures were done, he went back
to his room, but Becky was still not there.  She didn't come back at all
that night.  Steve slept alone.

   ***

   Friday morning.  Regular shower time.

   Steve debated not going at all.  Maybe he could just go to his classes
like this.  Maybe he could just stay in bed all day lamenting how the best
thing that had happened in his life had crumbled away over the past week.

   But college was expensive, and he couldn't afford to turn into one of
those slackers.  He forced himself out of bed, gathered his things, and
headed for the showers.

   He didn't hear any water flowing, which was a welcome reprieve.  When he
turned the corner into the shower area itself, though, he saw Becky sitting
there on the bench.  She was fully clothed, and she looked down at the
floor as he entered.  She'd been waiting for him.

   "Hey," she said.

   "Hey."

   "I guess we should talk."

   "That seems to be why you're here," Steve agreed.

   "I'm sorry about yesterday," she said.  "Why should I care what you do
with other girls?  I told you that I didn't want to go out with you,
right?"

   Steve was silent.

   "I talked to Kaitlyn.  That was her friend who came in here naked
yesterday.  She just had her come in as revenge on you.  I'm not exactly
sure how having a hot naked girl come up and cover herself in soap and rub
herself against a guy is punishment, though."

   Steve wasn't sure what she was getting at, so he just let her keep
talking.

   "I came here yesterday to...  Well, essentially to do the same thing. 
I'd been thinking about you asking me out.  You're a good guy, Steve.  I
couldn't have asked for a better roommate.  After I'd spent all week
thinking about you, and then coming in here to tell you I changed my mind,
and seeing you with another naked girl who's way hotter than I am."

   "Whoa, whoa, whoa," Steve said.  "Nobody's way hotter than you. 
Nobody's hotter than you at all.  You have feelings for me?"

   "Of course I do, stupid," she said.

   "You're the hottest girl I've ever seen," Steve said.

   "You're just saying that," Becky said.

   Steve finally decided to close the distance, walking across the room
from the entrance to take a seat next to Becky.  He took her hand in his
hand and looked into her eyes, not at her breasts or at her pussy mound
through her yoga pants, but into her eyes. 

   "You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," he said.

   "So you're not into that girl from yesterday?" Becky asked.

   "As soon as you left, I went looking for you.  I almost ran naked right
into the hallway."

   "Is that date still on the table?" Becky asked.

   Steve hugged her.  It was their first hug, the first time they'd really
even had significant physical contact with each other.  As much as he'd
seen her naked, he'd barely even touched her before just now, maybe a
handshake when they met but he couldn't even remember.

   "Is that shower idea from yesterday still on the table?" Steve whispered
into her ear as they embraced.

   Becky burst out laughing, pushing Steve away.  She stood up and pulled
her shirt over her head, then got to work on her bra.  Steve scrambled to
his feet and started working on his own clothes, and in a few seconds they
were both standing naked, facing each other.  Steve let his eyes sweep down
over Becky's perfect body, her beautiful nipples, the perfectly neat line
between her labia.  At the same time, he could almost feel Becky's eyes
going over his own body for the first time.  Well, he supposed he was naked
the day before, but he was covered in soap and another girl at the time, so
that didn't really count.

   He stepped forward and embraced Becky, this time their skin pressing
against each other.  At the first touch this way, Steve felt his already
half-erect penis stand completely at attention, rubbing against Becky's leg
and approaching the promised land of her pussy.  They stood that way for a
few seconds, just embracing and feeling each other, before Becky broke it
off again and dragged him to the edge of the room so they could get some
water and soap involved.

   Steve had never before and could never again have a shower that compared
to that first shower with Becky.  They explored each other's bodies,
rubbing everything and everything on each other.  He felt her breasts in
his hands, squeezed them and sucked on them.  He ran his fingers between
her labia, even risking a few exploratory excursions into the depths of her
vagina, which caused her to shudder lightly in anticipation.  Becky stroked
his dick until he was about to come, but left that for later.

   And they embraced, and Becky ran her soft, supple breasts up and down
his chest, and she ran her ass over his dick, and...Steve lost track of it
all.  He was living in the moment, and he lost himself there.

   Who knew how long they were in that shower together.  Kaitlyn could have
come and showered and left and Steve would have never known.

   When they were finally done, when they finally just ran out of
activities that they could possibly do in the shower, they threw their
robes on and almost sprinted back to their dorm room.

   The door wasn't even closed yet before Becky's robe was thrown across
the room.  She sprawled herself on the bottom bunk where Steve usually
slept, her legs spread and her vagina gaping open, waiting.

   Steve wasted no time.  He jumped right on top of her, kissing her
roughly as his rock hard length slipped easily into Becky's soaking wet
hole.  They were one for a few seconds before Steve blew his entire load.

   Becky laughed, but Steve turned red in embarrassment.  He'd not even
lasted a minute.  He started apologizing, but Becky stopped him.

   "It was so good," she assured him.  "Don't worry about how long it
lasted.  We will have plenty, plenty more opportunity to improve."

   At those words, Steve could feel his cock, which was still inside Becky,
start to get hard all over again.  He started back up his rocking motion
and fucked her again, lasting well over a minute this time.

   Then he finally exited and collapsed onto the bed next to Becky.  They
cuddled for a long time, forgetting all about their classes.  Steve
hesitantly reached for Becky's tit, but she noticed and grabbed his hand to
firmly plant it there for him.

   "That's better," she said.

   Steve sidled down a few inches then reached between her legs with his
other hand, gently rubbing her pussy lips, exploring the folds.

   "Now it is," he said.