Roommate of the Year (Ep 1)
The dorm room was quiet.
Sara lays on her side, half-covered by a blanket.
The only light coming from her phone screen which cast a soft glow across her face.
Her Reddit open.
Her feed full of girls.
A few guys sprinkled in, doing stuff to girls—but mostly girls.
Girls kissing. Girls touching. Girls bent over in dimly lit bedrooms.
She scrolls slowly, lips parting, breathing shallow.
And she sees her.
A beautiful Asian girl—AyaRoseXO.
There’s something about her brown eyes and teasing smile that makes Sara’s heart catch.
Sara’s hand slips under the blanket, sliding between her legs.
She exhales quietly.
Fuck.
She takes a slow hit from her vape and moans softly—exhaling.
The smoke drifts above her in lazy spirals.
She clicks deeper into Aya’s profile, each post taking her a little deeper.
The high creeping through her body.
Her nipples stiffen beneath her over-sized t-shirt.
Her thighs shifted.
She slides a finger over her clit—barely touching.
Enjoying the moment.
Letting it build.
Her breath catches.
She was almost concerned with how into it she was.
She turns onto her stomach, sliding her hand underneath her body.
The springs squeaking as her hips press into her mattress.
She kicks of the blanket, revealing her athletic thighs and the curve of her ass.
Her shirt clinging to her body, riding up a little higher with each movement.
No effort. No posing. Just raw, aching need.
She bit her lip and rocked her hips against her hand, chasing the pressure.
A soft moan slips out.
She reaches for her vape and takes a quick hit.
Her eyes fluttering shut.
She lets her imagination run wild.
Letting Aya come to life in her mind—pinning her down, kissing her neck, pulling her panties aside.
She was all.
Then she hears something—
Keys at the door.
Fuck.
She freezes.
The jingle stops and then starts again.
She panics—yanking at the blanket, dropping her phone.
The door creaks open. Light flooding in.
Sara rolls over, making one last tug of the blanket up as far as she could, pretending to sleep.
Her heart racing.
Her roommate stumbled in—Tessa.
Drunk and laughing, a guy in tow.
“Shhh,” she whispered loudly, already kicking off her heels.
The guy looked straight at Sara—a bare leg and the curve of her hip half-exposed.
“Damn,” he muttered. “Is that your roommate? Holy shit, she’s hot.”
Tessa shoved him. “Shut up.”
Then she pushed the door shut half heartedly as they tumbled toward her bed, giggling, loud.
Sara turned toward the wall, rolling her eyes.
Roommate of the year.
Tessa had terrible taste in men and a complete lack of boundaries.
There was a screen between them—an old-fashioned folding divider they used for exactly this and the room was dark.
But sound travels.
Whispers. Kissing.
Clothes hitting the floor.
A low moan.
Then another.
Sara froze.
The unmistakable sound of Tessa getting eaten out.
Fuck.
She could hear everything.
She squeezed her thighs together, trying to ignore the heat still burning in her body.
But the sounds weren’t stopping.
If anything—they were getting wetter.
Louder.
Tessa gasped.
The sounds coming from the other side of the screen were filthy.
Wet, rhythmic, raw.
Tessa wasn’t quiet about it.
Sara snaps.
She reaches for her phone.
Opens the profile again.
Sliding her hand back down.
Quiet. Desperate. Needing it.
Tessa’s moans, mixing with the photos, the images in her mind, and the buzz from her pen, was almost too much for her to handle.
Sara mirrors her roommate’s breathing—as she moans softly into her pillow, her fingers working, faster and faster.
She bites the inside of her wrist struggling to keep quiet, rolling her hips into her hand.
She was shocked at how hot this was.
How wet she was.
How badly she needed this.
Her panties clung to her.
She imagines the girl from Reddit kneeling below her, brown eyes full of mischief—looking up at her from between her legs.
Tessa starts to moan louder, more desperate.
Sara moans too—hushed but synced.
Tessa’s head turns slightly towards the other side of the room.
She pauses, eyes half-lidded, listening.
She hears a faint shift of blankets.
A breath? A quiet moan?
She lets her head fall back onto the pillow—too drunk to care.
Maybe too drunk to remember.
Gary is an oblivious disaster.
Sara is so close.
She can tell that Tessa is as well.
Unexpectedly—Tessa’s voice cut through the room.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
Silence.
“Did you just cum inside me?”
More shushing.
A pathetic, “I’m sorry… I couldn’t… I don’t know what happened.”
“Get out. Just fucking go.”
A pause.
The door opened.
Then slams shut.
Sara stares at the ceiling, panting.
Still aching.
Still unsatisfied.
She turns over, pulling her comforter to her chest.
Then whispers to no one—
“Jesus.”
Morning.
Sara is somewhere between dreams and a headache.
Rustling. Swearing.
Her eyes blink open to the blur of her dorm room.
Tessa is rifling through drawers, muttering under her breath.
“Fucking asshole…” she agonizes, clearly frustrated.
Sara’s voice is gravelly. “Tessa… what are you doing?”
Tessa doesn’t even look up.
Empty boxes scattered all over her dresser.
“I could’ve sworn I had one more Plan B…did you take it?”
Sara sits up slowly.
“Are you seriously asking if I took your emergency contraceptive?”
Tessa turns, as if noticing her for the first time.
Her voice softens.
Head tilting in faux sympathy.
“Oh right. You’re still on your heartbreak celibacy tour since you found out about Scott and Gigi.”
Sara groans, falling back into her pillow.
Tessa kept looking at her, eyebrows raised in actual concern. Then something shifted in her expression—curiosity, maybe delight.
“Wait…” she said slowly. “Did I hear you touching yourself last night?”
Sara’s whole body locked. Heat surged to her face. “Tessa—what the fuck?”
“Oh my god. I did. You were totally—” She paused, eyes wide. “Actually, it was kind of hot. I was just about to cum when fucking Gary blew it.”
“Tessa. Stop.”
“I’m only fucking professors from now on,” she muttered, rifling through one last drawer.
“TESSA.”
“You should get back out there though. Gary thought you were cute. He’s actually not bad at—”
“TESSA! Seriously. Shut. Up.”
Tessa shrugged and headed toward the door. “I get it. Religion and all that.” She stopped in the doorway, smirking. “Anyway, off to CVS. Gotta guarantee that I don’t bring Gary’s offspring into the world.”
She hesitates in the doorway.
“If it’s any consolation…” she said, turning just slightly, “you were the hottest part of the night.”
A wink.
“Have a blessed day, Sister Sara.”
And just like that—gone.
Sara lays in bed, finally alone and feeling a hurricane of emotions.
Her phone vibrates.
Sara hesitated.
Her phone buzzed again.
An alert. A new post from AyaRoseXO.
She stared at the preview image—just a hint of her collarbone, the neckline of a soft sweater pulled slightly off one shoulder. It wasn’t even that explicit, but something about the way Aya looked at the camera made Sara’s chest tighten.
She clicked.
One swipe, then another.
She didn’t even remember deciding—but suddenly, she was logged in.
The prompt blinked on her screen.
“Subscribe to unlock full content.”
Sara’s thumb hovered.
It was just curiosity. Just a little harmless exploration.
Sara exhaled, her pulse skipping. Then—tapped “Subscribe.”
Her phone vibrated.
AyaRoseXO:
Hi, there. Thank you for subscribing! I’m just getting online now. You can tell me your name—or a nickname if you want. Let’s have some fun.
(To be continued…)
The ending had me cracking up. Great story.
Love this - a hot little story.