You decide to go looking around a little more. Heading to the cafeteria might be a good idea as it will be the primary source of food for your time at school. “I’m going to go find the cafeteria,” you tell Vicky. You set your stuff down, turn to the door, and then realize there is a slight problem with that idea. “Um, where is it?”
“I was wondering when you were going to ask that.” You can’t but help find her deep voice and sexy accent very exciting. “If you…” she begins to walk you through the labyrinth of the dorms, then outside, over to some place next to a statue, but not near the tree (that’s too far), and watch out for this dorm as they are all the “bad girls” who will eat you up in a sec (but she doesn’t say if that’s a sexual way or by humiliation), and the book store should be near by it but you might not notice… “You know what, why don’t I just take you there.”
“Yeah, that sounds like the best idea.” This at least gives you a chance to get to know your roommate, other than she likes to masturbate and has a senior/mistress that likes her touching herself.
Vicky gets up, straightens up her bed, and puts her vibrator away, then tosses on a rather flattering set of bra and panties – well more like a cloths tag on some string. The bra is lace and black, mostly see through, and the thong like thing is only covering the lowest part of her pussy – she’s a natural redhead. She had a nice round ass, not too big and not to small, more of a nicely toned one that you pick up by exercising a lot. Her boobs were pouring out of the bra. Really the only part of not visible were her nipples, which were conveniently covered by extra dark spots on the bra. It was impossible to take your eyes off of her nice toned body that… “Hey, I’m up here.” She said to you.
“Oh sorry, I was just thinking…um…that,” Wow, finding an excuse is hard, no wonder guys were so easy to catch checking you out.
“Yeah, sure you were. Well ready to go?”
“Wait,” you are a little confused, “you’re not putting on any cloths?”
Vicky Smiles. “This is the other thing my senior has my doing; wearing this much and no more. She let me wear this or anything like it when the faculty didn’t approve of my other outfit – or lack of anything at all.”
“What the faculty knows about this and accepts it?”
“Yep, sometimes they even encourage it. Mostly they take the side of the seniors, though if things get too far they do step in – like that athlete: course they only stepped in when her career got threatened and the senior only got a slap on the wrist. Anyway it’s not that bad, most of the seniors just like to have a little fun at the expense of a freshman. Well let’s get going.”
The day was rather nice – the sun was up high, very few clouds in the sky, most of the girls walking around were freshman looking for their new dorms. You could tell the freshman from the older girls as the freshman were more inclined to stare at Vicky in shock, or in some cases wear something just like her outfit. A few older girls stared at Vicky too, but only because they were taking off the last of her cloths with their eyes. You are glad that Vicky is taking you as it would have been nearly impossible to find this place otherwise. It’s located in the middle of campus, but not a simple walk from your dorm, which happens to be a labyrinth unto itself located in a maze of other dorms.
Turns out that Vicky is big into running – no wonder she has such a hot body. “You should come along with me sometime.”
“I’m not into running too much. I was a cheerleader.”
“Ah, one of those types.”
“Hey, I am still a virgin.” Vicky just nods and smiles. “No seriously, I am.”
“Then prove it.”
Well that would be kind of hard. Instead you change the subject quickly.
“So tell me about where you are from.”
“Well I am from Australia as you probably can tell from my accent. Almost went to Charles Darwin University like my father but my mum wanted me to have a proper girls education – hence I had to go here.”
“Sounds almost like what I had to go through; but for me nobody else accepted me and my wonderful mother happened to be an alumni herself. So what part of Australia are you from? Sydney?”
“Now why is it that everyone always assumes you are from Sydney if you are from Australia? There are other cities there, you know?” You feel a little embarrassed and turn red. “I’m just teasing you since you happened to ask; I’m from Darwin, way up in the Northern Territory.” You know where the territory is but not the city: might have to look that up when Vicky is not around so as not to embarrass yourself further. “And here we are.”
You two walk up to a large and rather modern art looking building in the middle of the campus. It’s more like the opera house in Sydney than a recognizable cafeteria, though instead of the “flaps” going in all directions upwards these overlap and all point away from middle. You and Vicky head inside to find the place packed with girls rather evenly distributed in ages from 18 to 24. There also appear to be a few “clicks” (for lack of a better term) of girls sitting in certain areas. The middle of the Cafeteria turns into a sort of mess hall/fast food/restaurant area where you pick up your food then pay for it as you leave to find a seat.
“Ah, there happens to be my senior, head of the largest sorority as well.” She points over to a particularly leggy blonde with wavy hair who looks like she could be a model. “And now she’s spotted me.” |