Rebecca Butler - Freshman nymph

"Excuse me," Mr. Ryan asked the girl, "but why are there so many boys bringing their suitcases in here?"

"Oh," smiled the girl, taking off her glasses. "This is a coeducational dormitory. We have girls on one floor, boys on the next." Seeing Mr. Ryan's sudden look of disapproval she was quick to add, "But everything is on the up-and-up, I can assure you, sir. There is plenty of supervision. In fact, I'm floor proctor on the floor where your daughter will be boarding, and I don't intend to let anything sinful or immoral take place." She smiled again, and Mr. and Mrs. Ryan found themselves reluctantly reciprocating, but their hearts were not convinced.

Becky counted off doors, one after the other. "One-fourteen, 115, 116, 117. Here we are," she called to her lagging parents, and she took hold of the door knob of Room 118, flinging open the portal.

"Hi," said the girl sitting on one of the twin beds in the room. She was a short girl, charmingly plump with full breasts and ample hips. Her hair and eyes were brown and her skin was olive-tinted. A smile came easily to her wide mouth and showed off her thick and sensual underlip.

"HI," Becky replied, stepping forward with outstretched hand. "I'm Becky Ryan, and you must be my roomie."

"Sure am," said the other girl, getting to her feet and shaking Becky's hand vigorously. "I'm Marjie-short for Marjorie-Martin. It used to be Martini, but when my grandpa came over from Calabria he changed it, so his name would sound more American. But what's more American than a martini? would you tell me!"

Becky introduced them all around, and her parents set down the suitcases they had brought in. Marjie volunteered quickly to help carry in the rest of Becky's belongings, and so the four made their way back out to the Ryan car to finish the task of moving in the blonde freshman.

Afterwards, sitting in the dorm room, Becky's father cleared his throat and turned his face toward Marjie. "Uh, I wonder-Marjie-what do your parents think about your staying in a-coed dorm?"

"Gee," Marjie grinned, "I never asked them. But who could resist it? I mean, school-sponsored Orgyland?" She chuckled and then went red when she saw the look that swept over both the Ryans. "Of course, that's what everybody thinks," she was quick to add, "but I understand it's nothing like that at all. Pretty tight security, you know. But a lot of people get the wrong idea."

Mr. Ryan looked at his watch and announced sadly that it was nearly time for he and his wife to be on their way home. Marjie turned down their invitation to accompany them and Becky to dinner, and so the Ryans left, to spend together their last hour as a united provincial family.

When Becky had kissed her parents goodbye with tearful regret, and when she had waved goodbye to their car for as long as she could see it, she turned reluctantly and cast her eyes upon Henderson and State University. Her crotch felt much, much better now, and so she decided with a sparkle to explore the campus, at least to find out where her classes would meet, and generally to familiarize herself with the salient points of the large college grounds.

After carefully collating her schedule and the campus map and marking with an "X" each building in which she would have a class, Becky found herself wandering around aimlessly, just seeing what there was to see. She stared enviously at the people walking round her, wished that she were laughing and chatting with some friend right now on this beginner's tour, wondered if she might not find some friend while she was here. Marjie seemed like a nice girl, she decided, and she might be fun to be with. But Marjie was obviously a city girl, and wasn't it likely that she'd find Becky's Fayetteville background a drawback to possible friendship? Becky wished she weren't so rural, wished that she were prettier, wished that she were everything she could never be. And once more she found herself on Greek Row, looking enviously and wistfully at the sorority houses, wondering almost aloud if someday she too might not find a home there.

Darkness stole upon her before she knew it, and a horrified glance at her watch told her it was a little after nine o'clock. Weariness hit her like a sledgehammer as she stared at her timepiece, and so she turned her face toward Bentley Hall, eager only to lie down upon her bed, pull a sheet over her blonde head, and sleep till noon tomorrow.

The door was locked when she arrived at Room 118, so she let herself in. Marjie was nowhere to be seen, but the pantsuit she had been wearing earlier was tossed upon her bed. Becky wondered if her roommate had gone to take a shower, or if she had already found herself a date for tonight. Darn, she thought sadly. She bad been counting on having a nice girl-talk with Manic tonight.

Becky removed her pale blue blouse, took off her white bra, stepped out of her comfy bellbottom slacks, and slipped her Snoopy nightshirt on. She hung up her clothes, laid out clean underwear for tomorrow, and crawled into bed. It was early, but she was so tired that she didn't feel guilty. Sleep drifted upon her weary body and the soft mat of her bed was like a cushion of clouds.

Sounds intruded upon her as she lay dreaming-sounds that had no place in the sleep fantasy she was enjoying. She strove to reconcile them with her dream, to summon up persons, things, places, to account for their presence. but the attempt failed. Becky found herself stirring slightly, and her eyes winked open and shut sleepily several times before she was able to keep them open, adjusting gradually to the dim light that filtered into the room from the streetlamp outside the window.

"Shh," Marjie was hissing in a soft low voice, and then there was a muted giggle. "Stop that," Marjie repeated. Dim forms grew clearer as Becky's partially opened eyes began to focus, and now she could see that her roommate was not alone.

The short, cute girl stood by her bed, and Becky could see, even clearer, the much taller figure of a boy beside her. He towered over Marjorie by a foot. Becky almost giggled as she thought of Mutt and Jeff, and she wondered if she ought to call out to them. But why did Marjie have a boy with her? In here?

Marjie was standing slightly tiptoed as her bead arched back and her mouth fastened upon her friend's, and Becky could hear plain as a shotgun blast the sucking sound the two sets of lips made as they touched and tasted. Then there was an even louder smack and Marjorie pulled away from him. She went to her nightstand and lit a small candle, standing in a brass candle lantern, and the sudden influx of light threw strange and weird shadows upon the two newcomers.

Becky didn't know boys were allowed in girls' rooms. Was this what living in a coed dorm meant? she wondered. And then she had to stifle a gasp as she watched Marjie's fingers begin to unbutton the faded work shirt she was wearing. And even more startled was Becky to note that her roomie wasn't wearing a bra underneath her shirt! When the front of the shirt opened and slipped back, then off, the girl's full-sized fits, brown-capped and heavy, sprang free like young gazelles, and the boy with her made no waste of time in taking hold of them and kissing and sucking their dark points, their full curves. While he nursed at her breasts, Marjie undid the waistband of her jeans and let them slip to her feet. Clad only in a pair of panties she now addressed herself to the removal of her friend's shirt and trousers.

"C'mon, let's fuck," the boy whispered huskily, but Marjie's hand clamped over his mouth.

"Quiet, you'll wake up Becky," she warned him, kneeling as she did and applying her other hand to the belt of his pants. With quick deft motions she undid his trousers and soon had them, as well as his shorts, around his ankles. He stepped out of the pants and threw atop them the shirt he had been wearing. Marjie stood up and rubbed her body against his. Her hand disappeared between them, and Becky heard the guy go "Um-hm," in appreciation. When their bodies pulled apart his cock stood up, thick and high and stiff.