Chapter 1: Testing the App
“Come on, Donny, let’s go.” Chris Thompson barged through the door of his dorm room, messily flinging his books onto his bed. Donny looked up, nervous and anxious. His overbearing roommate always treated their shared living space like his personal dumping ground. “I’m horny and Sammi said she’d be wearing this new lingerie tonight.”
The big jock reached into a cardboard pizza box lying on the floor, retrieved an pepperoni slice, and plopped down on the ratty couch. His eyes scowled at his much smaller and scrawnier roommate while he munched on the slice of pizza, and changed the television from the sci-fi movie Donny had been watching to a football game.
Everything Chris did was performative, and Donny couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable around him, even as he went along with the roommate’s wish. "Come on, let's hustle before my girl gets here!" Chris shouted, "You can get your things in the morning!"
“Okay, okay,” Donny replied, trying to stay neutral, although he had no intention of going out tonight. He’d spent his afternoon planning, learning more about the mysterious app he discovered yesterday.
Swap-A-Trait sounded too good to be true, but he just had to see if it would work. The idea of redistributing unbalanced relationships on campus excited him. He just had to try it.
“Alright, man, just give me a second.” Donny feigned a smile as he grabbed his laptop and retreated to his side of the room.
Sitting on his bed, Donny leaned against the wall and looked down at the Swap-A-Trait's screen on his phone. Chris Thompson and Samantha Adams flashed across the screen. At the top, a "Trait" field had been filled in with "Relationship: Roommate with Donny Johnson". At the center of the app's display was a big red 'Swap' button. Underneath each targets' name was a small marked checkbox labeled "Oblivious". Donny tensed as he pondered the consequences of his actions.
But then again, this was exactly why Swap-A-Trait intrigued him so much. He desperately wanted any roommate besides his current one, and he also had harbored a mild crush on Samantha Adams, even though the statuesque blonde still couldn't remember his name. He saw this as a perfect test run to see if the app he downloaded could make it so Samantha was his roommate instead of Donny.
With a deep breath, he pressed the Swap button. A small notification popped up on his phone. "Success! Reality changed."
Donny stared at the phone, unsure what to expect. The world around him looked exactly the same, but Chris Thompson had vanished, and a new face was relaxing in their dorm room. Samantha Adams. She was now his roommate, or rather she always had been. She looked exactly as she always had: tall and statuesque, with long blonde hair and piercing green eyes.
The desk beside it was wiped clean, with only a textbook cracked open and a highlighter lying beside it. Samantha's lips curled into a sneer, displaying her disdain for the state of the room. "Ugh, can you hide your loser stuff and clear out for awhile? Chris will be coming over soon, and you know how jealous he gets."
Thrown aback, Donny looked at Samantha in surprise. "Sammi? You're still dating that Chris?"
"What do you care?" Samantha said, giving Donny a glare, "And don't call me Sammi. Only my friends call me that."
Donny gulped. Apparently being roommates didn't improve his relationship with Samantha at all. If anything, it only made it worse. But the experiment had worked! Looking around the room, Donny could see all the changes having Samantha as his roommate had made to the dorm room he shared.
Instead of the usual mess, Donny saw a clean floor and a neatly made bed. Next to it, an array of creams, perfumes, and other products dotted the desk on Samantha's side of the room. A dainty plant sat atop the dresser, adding a touch of home that Chris had never bothered to create.
Donny took this all in, his heart racing with excitement, even at the thought of dealing with Samantha's indifference to him. Because that's exactly what Swap-A-Trait allowed for: new possibilities. The subjects were limited to a 5 mile radius, and Donny still didn't know too many people at the college, but even so, he was sure he could have a lot of fun.
Wanting to continue testing the limits of the app's potential, Donny decided to go for round two, setting himself and Chris as the targets, unchecking his own "Oblivious" checkbox. For the trait, he fiddled around with the options before getting to "Relationship: Dating Samantha Adams".
Inwardly, Donny grinned with excitement. Maybe this time around, Samantha would have more than just disdain for him. The thought made his heart flutter. With a deep breath, he pressed the Swap button once again.
When Donny looked up, Samantha's face was flushed with desire. She took a step towards him, eyes locked onto his lips.
"What are you doing?" Donny asked, a little surprised but excited at the same time.
Samantha smirked, her eyes sparkling with a newfound intensity. "I'm about to fool around with you, you lucky bastard."
Donny's heart skipped a beat as Samantha closed the distance between them. Her lips met his in a passionate kiss, and he felt himself getting swept up in the moment.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. Her body pressed against his, and it felt amazing. His hands ran through her long golden hair as they explored each other’s mouths with their tongues.
Samantha climbed on top of Donny, pinning him against the bed. She grinded her hips against his growing erection, moaning into his mouth.
“Oh God, Donny,” she gasped, tearing her lips away from his. “I didn’t know you had it in you.”
Donny struggled to form a coherent thought, let alone a sentence, as Samantha’s kisses trailed down his neck.
Her hands were everywhere, and he was powerless to resist. Samantha reached down between their bodies and stroked Donny's hard member through his jeans. Donny groaned, feeling himself grow impossibly harder in her hand. He had fantasized about this moment for so long, but never in his wildest dreams did he think it would actually happen.
Unable to wait any longer, Donny fumbled with the button on Samantha’s jeans, desperate to feel her bare skin against his own.
With a playful grin, Samantha stood up off the bed and shimmied out of her tight denim, revealing a matching set of black lace lingerie that showcased her toned physique.
“See something you like?” she asked, her voice low and sultry.
“Fuck, Samantha,” Donny breathed, eyes glued to her luscious figure. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”
She crawled back onto the bed, straddling his hips while letting out a slow, seductive moan.
Her fingers worked quickly to unbutton Donny’s jeans and slid them down his legs, leaving him in nothing but his boxers.
Samantha’s mouth found its way back to his as she reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra. It slid off her shoulders and onto the floor, revealing her perky, perfect breasts.
Donny couldn’t help but stare in awe, feeling his heart race as she ground her hips against him again. He leaned up and wrapped his lips around one of her nipples, sucking and teasing it with his tongue.
Samantha threw her head back and moaned, running her fingers through Donny's short brown hair.
"That's it, baby," she whispered, guiding his head to her other breast. "Suck on those tits like the good little boy you are."
Donny couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement at her dirty talk. He had always been turned on by confident, take-charge women, and Samantha was the embodiment of that fantasy.
Her perky breasts were right there in front of him, begging for his attention, and Donny eagerly obliged. With a flick of his tongue, he teased her nipples, relishing the moans and gasps that escaped her lips.
"Fuck, Donny," she murmured, gripping his hair tighter. "You're gonna make me cum like this."
Donny felt a surge of pride at the thought of making her orgasm just from playing with her breasts, but he wanted more.
He slid his hands down her sides, grabbing her lace-covered ass and squeezing firmly.
Samantha moaned even louder, her body shaking with pleasure. "Donny, baby, you're gonna make me cum so hard," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
Unable to resist any longer, Donny hooked his fingers into the waistband of Samantha's lace panties and tugged them down her legs. She wiggled her hips to help him, biting her lip as she did so.
Once they were both completely naked, Donny couldn’t help but stare at Samantha’s perfect body. She was like a goddess, so beautiful and intimidating all at once. He reached out to touch her, but she batted his hand away with a sly smile.
“Not yet, baby,” she purred. “You've got to show me how much you want it.”
And with that, she pushed Donny's head down her body until his mouth was hovering right above her wet unshaven pussy.
"Lick me like I'm your last fucking meal," she commanded and grabbed two handfuls of his short brown hair to drive the point home. Leaning back, Samantha gave a loud moan, "God, why are losers the best fucks?"
Donny started at her last comment, even as he continued to lap between her thighs. While he was relishing being nestled between the blonde's thighs, getting belittled and mocked was turning him off. Pushing past that, he focused on the task at hand, and was gratified to feel Samantha squirm and begin making eagerly high pitched squeals of joy. He could sense an orgasm was coming, and a big one.
Samantha's squirming intensified, and her breath was hitching. "Don't you dare stop, Donny-fucking-Johnson!" she shouted.
He was beyond being called names now, consumed with the task at hand. His tongue mapped every curve and crevice of her wet pussy. Her clit begged to be sucked, so he obliged - wrapping his lips around it and teasing it with his rough but gentle tongue.
"Oh. My. Fucking. God," Samantha screamed, sinking her nails into Donny's scalp, hips bucking wildly as she rode the waves of the intense orgasm he had unleashed in her.
Donny's face was soaked, and his chin dripped with Samantha's essence. His lips tingled with pleasure from her orgasm, his ears buzzed with her moans and screams. As Samantha's body finally began to relax, she opened her eyes and stared down at Donny.
He looked up at her, and she saw the evidence of her orgasm on his face.
Donny had thought Samantha's initial reaction would be one of satisfaction, knowing that he had brought her to such heights of pleasure. But then Donny noticed the way she was looking at her - with as if a wave of disgust had washed over her.
"God, you look disgusting!" she snapped, pushing him away from her. "You need to clean yourself up before we do anything more."
Donny was taken aback by Samantha's sudden change in demeanor. He wiped his face with the back of his hand, feeling a mixture of confusion and embarrassment.
"I-I don't understand," he stammered, "I thought we were having fun!"
Samantha rolled her eyes. "Do you want me to get that stuff all over me? You may like getting it all over you, but don't try to make me act like a little freak too. Now go clean up." Samantha pointed towards the bathroom.
Dazed, Donny obeyed, getting up from the bed and making his way to the tiny dormitory bathroom. He locked himself in and turned on the faucet, staring at his reflection in the mirror. His cheeks were flushed, lips swollen, and a small drop of Samantha's essence clung to his beard. So she was temperamental about getting messy when they hooked up. He could work with that.
Washing off his face, Donny resolved to figure out the best way to be this new boyfriend for Samantha, and walked back out of the bathroom, excited to get back to the lovemaking.
But when he saw her, she was back in her lingerie, looking bored and flipping through channels on the TV.
"Hey, babe," Donny greeted, trying to sound seductive. "Ready for some more?"
Samantha glanced at him briefly. "Nah, the moment's passed." She looked back at the TV, where a group of people were arguing over some drama on a reality show. "Why don't you come watch this with me? It's so stupid, it's hilarious."
Donny was taken aback by the sudden change of plans, but tried not to let his disappointment show. He joined her on the bed, sitting close enough that their legs touched. She didn't seem to notice or care, keeping her eyes glued to the screen.
Donny's mind raced as he tried to figure out what to do. He couldn't really use the app here. He had no idea what traits in him or Samantha were causing this, or who would have a better set. This wasn't how he thought things would go, but maybe she just needed time to warm up again.
Donny snuggled closer to Samantha. She didn't push him away, but she didn't acknowledge his presence either.
"Samantha...?" Donny said nervously to his girlfriend while she tried to focus on the show, "I still haven't finished."
Samantha looked back at Donny and rolled her eyes, "God you're needy. How about a handjob while I watch my show?" She suggested coolly.
Disappointed, but still hopeful, Donny agreed and slid her hand down to his crotch.
Samantha began to stroke him over his jeans as she turned her attention back to the reality show, occasionally glancing at him out of the corner of her eye.
Donny's disappointment quickly faded as he felt her hand on him, and he couldn't help but moan as she stroked him harder and faster. He closed his eyes and leaned back into the pillows, letting himself get lost in the sensation of her hand on him.
But just as he was getting close, Samantha pulled away.
"Okay, I think that's enough," she said sternly, standing up from the bed and straightening her clothes.
Donny was taken aback. "What? But I-"
"I'm not getting your disgusting cum on me. You can finish in the bathroom." Samantha explained, "You can finish in the bathroom once I finish washing my hands."
As his roommate girlfriend went to the bathroom, Donny gave an annoyed sigh. He couldn't deny that the way Samantha had taken control in their lovemaking was a turn-on, but the abrupt ending left him feeling unsatisfied.
He couldn't let it go, however. He couldn't stop thinking about the way Samantha's body had felt against his as they moved together. The way she had moaned and whimpered in his ear, urging him on. As he went to sleep, he began to consider what he could do to change things again.