Chapter 1: Introduction
"George! You're here," Dior cried out as she opened the dormitory door. I awkwardly nestled my way into our new space, dragging a mismatched set of boxes, bags, and suitcases behind me. She eyed the mountain of disarray and jumped an impromptu "cheerleader" routine. "Oh, I'm so excited to finally decorate our place! It's going to be a wild year!"
"Funny, I was thinking exactly the opposite," I muttered under my breath.
Dior pretended not to hear as she continued unloading my things. She stopped, however, when she accidentally knocked over a framed photo. The glass shattered as it hit the ground, and my stomach sank. It was a picture of Mom and me, smiling, on vacation. "I'm so sorry, George," she said remorsefully.
"No worries, I'll take care of it," I replied, stoically bending down to clean up the mess.
Dior looked so fucking hot
, even while she was helping me. Her brows furrowed with a hint of concern, she reached a hand out to gently touch my shoulder. A shiver crawled up my spine at her touch, the intimacy of the moment suddenly outrageously drawing me in. She noticed my discomfort and cleared her throat, breaking the tension.
"Anyway! Um, I'm just going to order some pizza, kids' meal for you George, since you're officially still a child--" she teased, jumping on her phone in the blink of an eye.
"Hey, leave me alone! Anyway, you still need help with those boxes. Move aside, woman." I reprimanded her playfully.
"It's a deal. I'll grab us some drinks too. Make yourself at home."
The minutes ticked by as we finished up, drinks in hand, getting to know one another in a more laid-back manner.
"When does our third roommate arrive?" I finally asked, taking a much-needed swig of my soda.
"Oh, Emily
? She should be arriving around eight. I thought we might surprise her with our hard work," she winked at me, placing the empty pizza box in the trash.
"So, Dior, spill the beans. What made you choose to come to this uni?" I probed, genuinely curious.
"Well, my family has always been pretty traditional, and they just about had a heart attack when I packed my bags and told them my big plan to explore my passions in the big city," she grinned.
"But having you here, George, helps them to ease up a little since we're friends and all. Your humility and intelligence reminded me a bit of my little brother, who's off training to become a priest—can you believe that? Anyway! I love working out, trying new café openings, and meeting people with the same interests," she continued, rattling off factoids about her life.
Dior casually got naked and sat on the sofa
across from me, her bare body a shock to my young, virginal eyes. Her tits were perky, almost taunting me. Her succulent pink nipples jutted out ever so softly. She absentmindedly spread her legs as she went on about her life, and my eyes were tricked by the spell of her smooth, hot pussy lips. She unknowingly pulled me into a trance—the shadowy patch between her legs beckoning me.
"Just oh my God, George! Focus, will ya?
I literally couldn't stop staring at her wet pussy, my cock stirring to life in my pants. I broke from the daze, swallowing hard, and grabbed a pillow, attempting to cover my growing hard-on.
"W-well, that sounds great, Dior. I'm, uh, looking forward to this year too," I stammered, pretending I wasn't secretly plotting ways to peek at her again in all of her naked glory.
“ I’m so glad I can be naked around you without feeling horny like I do with other boys
," Dior stated matter-of-factly, completely unaware of the effect she was having on me.
I couldn metaphorically fainted
, my heart hammering wildly as adrenaline surged through my body. It was official: I was a deer in headlights, captivated by the danger before me. I didn't even dare to breathe as I continued to stare at Dior's exposed figure.
"You're weird sometimes, George, but thanks for having my back," Dior smirked, her voice dripping with playfulness.
She leaned back on the sofa, her body sinking into the cushions. Her perky tits jutted out, begging for me to look.
I shifted in my seat, trying to will my cock to calm the fuck down. My eyes trailed up her bare legs, and my mind turned to mush. I swallowed the building tension in my throat, and I swore I could hear her breathing become heavier.
"George do you remmember when you jerked off infront of me
the other day?" she asked with a devilish smirk. "Ive been thinking about it every night."
He was shocked. Did she really just say that? He couldn't believe what he was hearing. His heart was pounding in his chest as a fire ignited in the pit of his stomach.
"I-I didn't mean to," he stammered, but the truth was he had hoped she would walk in on him.
Ever since moving in with Dior, George was plagued by the desire to be naked around her, to take in her luscious curves and feel her eyes on him.
Dior stood up from the couch and slowly walked over to where George was sitting. She stood in front of him, her body inches from his face, and he could feel the warmth radiating off of her skin.
"I know you didn't, George," Dior whispered, her voice full of desire.
"But I want you to do it again. Right now."
Her words sent a jolt of electricity through George's body.
"But Dior, we're in the dormitory. What if someone sees us?" he asked, trying to hide the excitement in his voice.
Dior just smiled and leaned closer to him. "No one will see us, I promise," she whispered. "Besides, I think you and I both know that you want to."
George couldn't deny it.
He had been thinking about this moment ever since Dior moved in. The way she moved, the way she spoke, the way she looked at him—it all drove him wild with desire.
Dior reached down and started to undo George's pants, her fingers expertly working the button and zipper. She pulled them down, revealing his hard cock. It stood at attention, pre-cum beading at the tip.
‘ I forgot how small it is
,’ Dior thought, her thumb gently caressing the underside of George's shaft.
"I really like this, George. You being vulnerable with me like this. It makes me feel closer to you," she whispered seductively.
George kept jerking off in front of Dior as she sat on the couch observing him. Her gaze never left his cock. "Show me how you really do it when you're alone," she commanded, her voice deeper and more demanding than George had ever heard before.
His free hand moved to his balls, cupping them as he stroked himself with the other. "Just like this?" he asked, his voice shaky.
Dior shook her head. "More forceful, George. Don't be shy. You have my permission."
George took her words as permission to let go of his inhibitions.
He started stroking his cock with more force, his thrusts becoming faster and more aggressive.
“ this is why we’re such good friends seeing you jerk off dosent even turn me on at all
” Dior mocked.
George's eyes shot up at Dior's words, his ego taking a hit.
"If you don't like it, why are you still watching?" he asked, trying to hide the hurt in his voice.
Dior smirked and leaned back on the couch, spreading her legs wide.
"I’m a good friend , I know you fancy me but you’ll never touch me
. I mean I’m not even turned on looking at you” she provoked, her voice dripping with mockery.
George's eyes fixated on Dior's exposed pussy, his mind racing with filthy thoughts.
"Oh yeah?" he said confidently, standing up to walk towards her.
"Then why don't you show me what really turns you on?"
“ black guys
, asian men, anyone except for white guys with tiny dicks
”, Dior responded, not missing a beat as she spread her legs wider, fully exposing her glistening pussy to him.
George felt a surge of anger and humiliation wash over him, but it quickly turned to white-hot desire as he took in the sight of her wet lips.
"Fuck it," he thought, throwing caution to the wind as he stepped closer to her.
Dior's eyes widened slightly as he dropped to his knees in front of her, but she didn't stop him.
“ no touching for you though
,” she warned, her voice barely above a whisper.
George didn't need to be told twice.
He leaned closer to her, inhaling her intoxicating scent.
He ran his tongue along her inner thigh, feeling her shiver in response.
He could taste her sweetness, even from this distance.
He nipped at her skin, marking her as his own.
Dior gasped, throwing her head back in pleasure.
"George, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"Fuck, Dior.