College Amateur: Stunning Best University Roommate

So this college amateur thing happened last semester and I still think about it when I’m lying in bed at night. My roommate had been helping me with statistics homework, which was a joke because I couldn’t focus on anything but the way her thin tank top kept slipping off one shoulder. She’s this tiny brunette Latina with these dark eyes that look right through you, and when she finally pushed my textbook onto the floor, I didn’t even pretend to be surprised. One second we were arguing about standard deviation, the next she was on her knees, and the sounds she made were so loud I was sure the whole floor heard us. Her mouth was warm and eager, and I kept running my fingers through her hair while she worked me over. Then she climbed on top and rode me slow at first, then faster, her breath catching every time I pulled her hips down harder. When I finished, she didn’t pull away, just stayed there with this little smile, swallowing and then kissing me like nothing had changed. We never did finish that homework.