"Of all the low things guys can do, this has got to be the worst!" my roommate, Perrie stormed as she slammed the door of our dorm room.
I was lying across my bed, already in my pajamas, studying for a trigonometry test. Some people think I'm kind of a nerd since I'm studying to be a math teacher. I'm petite with brown hair, brown eyes, and I wear glasses. I have a good figure but I hide it under loose shirts and baggy dresses.
Now Perrie is a real cutie! Just a little taller than me, blonde, nice figure, ocean blue eyes, very outgoing and personable, she is well liked by both the girls on our floor and the guys she meets. She had a boyfriend within a week of her arrival from London. I can only assume it is that same boyfriend who has her in such a lather.
Abandoning my books, I rolled over and sat up wrapping my arms around my legs as I watched her stomping around the room. Her face was flushed, her blonde hair looked like someone had been running their fingers through it. She kept brushing her hands down the sides of her hips as she paced back and forth between our beds.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Everything!" she fumed. "I do absolutely everything for him and he does nothing for me!" she continued to rage, still leaving me clueless as to what Zayn had done.
I waited to see if she would elaborate and finally she drew in a deep calming breath and stopped pacing. She went to the end of her bed and jerked her t-shirt off. I'm shy and prefer to dress in private but Perrie has no such inhibitions. She had begun parading around naked in front of me from the day we moved in. I was used to it by now and it didn't bother me. I had checked her out, just as I'm sure she had looked me over once I got used to the idea that it was "just us girls" and the world wouldn't end if I happened to appear naked in front of my roommate. I knew she liked guys and she knows I do to so it was never with the idea of anything happening between us. Little did I know that was all about to change.
When her shirt came off and she bent over to retrieve her pajama top from the floor, her breasts swung free. The nipples were bright red and looked moist somehow even though I knew they couldn't be. Her nipples are normally a light pink color. They were swollen looking and hard. She unbuttoned her jeans and stepped out of them after kicking her shoes off into the corner. I couldn't seem to stop staring at her breasts, even when she stood up and caught me looking at her.
"Yeah," she said. "Look what he did to me," she moved one hand across her breasts to emphasize the point, even though I still didn't understand. Lifting the nightshirt up over her head arched her back and those twin points poked out as her shirt slid down over them. She almost seemed to moan at the delicate friction of the fabric across the erect tips. She raked her fingers through her hair and gave a little hop so she landed near the top of her bed with her legs crossed.
She patted the space beside her. "Leave your books for one damned minute and come talk to me," she said. I was almost done studying anyway so I got up and sat cross-legged on the bed facing her.
"Does Jed satisfy you?" she asked as soon as I was settled.
"Uh, what do you mean?" I kind of stammered, a little embarassed. I was beginning to figure out what her problem was. Jed Elliot is the 22 year-old student I had begun seeing a month ago.
"You know, does he make you climax? Has he given you an orgasm?"
"Um, I, uh, well, no," I admitted, my head dropping as if this was my fault.
"What is it with these guys?" she asked, continuing on without waiting for me to answer. "We do everything for them. Do they think this is all about them?" She paused to look at me.
