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| It was another lonely Saturday night for Karyn as she sat in her dorm room alone again. Her roommate had left her to go party hopping around campus. It was her first week away at school and she was homesick. As corny as it was she sat cross legged on her bed and held Mr. Fluffster tight. Mr. Fluffster was her stuffed bunny. It didn't take long for her snotty transsexual pics roommate to make sarcastic remarks about it. She seemed to mock everything about Karyn. Karyn, being the shy and introverted girl that she is, wasn't doing too well on the social scene her first week at school. While other freshmen took to college social life like ducks to water, Karyn's shyness and awkwardness seemed to hasten her, keeping her ashore. She sighed, thinking to herself that she might as well do some laundry. After she had sorted her clothes and threw them into a heavy laundry bag, she grabbed Mr. Fluffster by the ears and decided that he could use a good cleaning too. Karyn made her way down the four flights of stairs. The elevator was broken in her building and she rolled her eyes, "So free shemale mpegs much for paying thousands of bucks in tuition..." she thought to herself. Once in the basement, she loaded her things in the washer and sat quietly reading a magazine while her clothes washed. There was no sense in walking up transsexual stories four flights (five counting the basement) of stairs and then back down and then back up again. She laughed at her own laziness, but reasoned that time down in the laundry room would give her a change of scenery, however brief. Though Karyn felt she was too lazy for the constant trekking up and down stairs, she was still in shape--not quite in shape as she wanted to be endurance and stamina wise-but her body didn't show any signs of being unfit. She was about five foot five inches tall, had a very slender body and a dark and rich caramel complexion. Though she was what many would label "petite" she was also shapely. Her hips jutted out from her slim waist just so, and her smallish breasts were firm and perky at size 34 B. If she chose more fitted clothes you'd be able to tell that she had a tight little sexy shape but she still carried with her, her overly conservative style from high school. Her long brown mini-box braids were done in one large French shemale videos braid down her back. Her brown somewhat narrowly shaped eyes hid behind a pair of glasses at nearly all times. Boys never paid much attention to her. In fact no one did. It was like she was invisible, especially after arriving on campus. That's why she was surprised when she heard someone speak to her. "Hey..." A girl in the school's sweatshirt and a pair of track shorts and flip-flops came into the laundry room carrying a basket. She nodded to Karyn who barely gasped out a "Hey" back. She was so used to not speaking that it felt like her voice had atrophied somehow. The girl, whom seemed familiar, began to casually go about doing her laundry without much more conversation. Karyn looked at the girl from the corner of her eye. She seemed the athletic type with a thicker build than her own. Karyn could see nothing of the girl's shape under that huge sweatshirt she wore, but knew that her mocha brown legs were toned, strong looking and curvy. She had a sort of tomboyish quality about her, so it surprised Karyn that she wore baby pink toenail polish and seemed to have perfectly groomed feet. The girl had since plugged in a pair of earphones and began listening to music on her iPod. She had a short bob style hair style that was bluntly cut just beneath her ears. Her bangs or the front of her hair was pulled up into a shiny metal hair clip. Karyn couldn't help spying on her from her magazine. After all, there was nothing else to look at. After awhile of clandestine peeking, she and the girl locked eyes briefly. Karyn-not realizing that the hot shemales girl had just thought they had merely made eye contact and didn't even realize she had been quietly spying on her-was embarrassed. She blushed a reddish pink and went back to asian shemale her magazine, not looking up even once until the buzzer on the dryer went off. Visibly upset, Karyn rushed to pile her clothes into her bag, not even folding them. Then she rushed out of the shemale lovers room and up the stairs. Once she got to her room, she was panting like a maniac. "What's wrong with me?" Karyn asked shemale lovers herself, realizing that her extremely introverted and self-effacing personality had made her overreact to yet another situation. She was even more embarrassed about the way she tore out of there; it definitely made her look as if she were doing something wrong. That girl must live in her building and though it was highly unrealistic she hoped to never see her again but... KNOCK! KNOCK! Karyn's head jerked toward the aggressive sound made against the outside shemale thong of her door. Who could that be? Someone for her roommate? Her heart beat fast and then she peeked through her peephole. She gasped inwardly. It was the girl from the laundry room! How did she know where she roomed? "Hey, I know you're in there." Karyn closed her eyes tightly and grimaced. If she didn't open the door the girl would think she was a total weirdo. Karyn took a deep breath and tried to appear normal as she jerked open the shemale art door. The girl stood before her, a smirk on shemale cum her face as she held up Mr. Fluffster by the ears. "You left this downstairs." "Oh..." Karyn blushed again and gently took the stuffed animal. "Thanks." "No prob. You ran out in the hurry, were you in a rush?" Karyn noticed how mauve and full her lips were and that her eyes were so dark it didn't even seem as if she had pupils. Her lashes were long and fluttered briefly, probably inadvertently, as she blinked. And in this light she could see that the girl's hair was actually a warm light brown. Her face was round and cherubic and she was cute if not pretty. "Uhhh...I guess." "You don't seem to be doing anything now. Unless you were in a rush to fold up your laundry in your room all by yourself." Karyn didn't say anything, she just gave a weak smile. "Hey," the girl said leaning against the doorjamb, "I don't like being in the basement either, but it gets really bad when I'm alone. I throw my clothes in a bag when I'm down there by myself though. That's why I was kinda bummed when you left..." Karyn titled her head, surprised, "Really?" "Yeah, soon as you left I went back to my place to finish up." "Where are you?" "First floor. Luckily I'm on the volleyball team and I'm in shape. Other wise my lazy ass would've never made the climb up here." She smiled, slightly biting her bottom lip. "So what are you doing here alone on a Saturday night? All the freshmen are pretty much gone...shit everyone's pretty much gone 'cept maybe me and you." Karyn shrugged wondering how this girl knew she was a freshman, and peeved at herself that she didn't bother asking questions. "Tell you what, why don't chill with me downstairs...Corrine? Is that your name?" "Karyn. It's Karyn," She laughed nervously. "Yeah, Karyn. That's right. Bring your laundry down and we can fold clothes together." Karyn's heart almost beat through her chest. Someone wanted to actually hang out with her? She was about to answer when the phone rang. "Ex-excuse me," Karyn ran to answer the phone, it was her mother. "Hey Ma..." "Hey, Karyn..." The girl said, "You know where I am, downstairs, RA suite. I'll see you if you decide to come hang." Karyn wasn't even listening to the words her mother was saying or the scores of questions she was inundating her with, she was just trying to figure out who this girl was. She was too shy to ask the simplest of questions. Apparently this girl knew her, and it would be really stupid if she hung out with a person having no idea of who she was or what even her name was. But the girl who brought back Mr. Fluffster was an RA, a senior who'd be graduating in May. "Wow she looks so young." thought Karyn, "My age." But she knew that the girl had no reason to lie, so knowing that she was an RA was something to go on. "Umm hmmm..." Karyn answered disinterested in whatever her over protective nosy mother was saying as an idea crossed her mind, "Yeah, the food isn't bad at all..." While she was on the phone she logged on to her school's website realizing that student housing had it's own page. While on the phone with her mom, she found a page that listed every RA along with their picture and a brief biographical blurb. "The Girl" is known as Zaire Washington, class of '06. Volleyball MVP. Soon Karyn's earlier familiarity with the girl's presence could be explained. Zaire was "Zai" who spoke at the dorm's freshman meeting. How could Karyn forget? Karyn wasn't surprised though. She often lived inside of her head so much that she often tuned the outside world out. She was at the meeting but wasn't paying attention too much. She was too nervous to. But suddenly her memory was jogged. No wonder Zai knew who she was; she probably knew every one of the freshmen since it was basically her job to. But still, there were plenty of freshmen women so Zai had to have an incredible memory. "Corrine" she said to herself, "At least she came close." She snapped out of her thoughts when her mother asked, "Are you going to at least try and make some friends?" "Sure," Karyn said, "I just think I found one." * * * Karyn managed to lug her bag of laundry down to the first floor and down to the RA suite. Zai was right. There was basically no one in the building. As she knocked on the door she heard some music playing inside. It sounded like some old D'Angelo. Brown Sugar. Zai answered the door dressed in a tight blue razor backed tank top and short black yoga shorts. "Hey come in." Karyn came in and noticed that the spacious suite was larger and more comfortable than her room. "This place is big. You have a roommate?" "Nope. Just me. By myself, have a seat." Karyn sat down on the couch. She had transsexual sex changed from her huge t-shirt and sweats into a slightly baggy short sleeved t-shirt and a pair of jeans. She stared at her sneakers as Zai busied herself in the kitchen. Zai came back with a couple of drinks, "Coke?" She shemale pictures said offering Karyn the glass of dark fizzy liquid. Karyn took this from her tentatively for some reason. She just didn't want to come off as rude and beautiful shemales aggressive. That was how she had been her whole life. "Take it Ma, I don't bite." Karyn sipped her soda while Zai sat in a chair across from her. True to her plans, she began folding her clothes. Karyn took this as her own cue to begin folding her laundry, as she loved having something to do with her hands since it diffused her nervousness...but soon they were chatting easily. It turns out they had much in common. Of course Zai did most of the talking, and half of that talking was asking questions. "Yeah, since I've been throwing questions at you left and right, it's your turn," Zai commanded as she folded a t-shirt. Karyn shrugged and said, "Well, what made you want to hang out with me?" "Why wouldn't I want to?" Though Karyn smiled inwardly she jokingly chided, "Hey no answering a question with a question. Besides. There's a reason I was all alone on a Saturday night." "Well you're not alone now." Zai said in a softer voice than she had been using all night. It was low and silken. For some reason it had made Karyn feel a "certain" way. Her heart beat differently. "Umm...well?" Karyn said, prodding her to answer the question. "I've been watching you since orientation and you...well you sort of remind me of myself." "I do? You have?" "Yes and Yes." "I don't know, you don't seem anything like me. I'm a spazz." "I am too, it just doesn't show that much anymore," she winked at the younger girl. She stood up and said, "I'm going to freshen up my drink, what about you? You want a little rum in your coke? It's cool if you're not into it. You don't really seem..." "Go ahead." Karyn answered enthusiastically. A little too enthusiastically. For some reason the prospect of drinking rum excited her. She had only sips of her parents' drinks on holidays but never a drink herself. "Okay, I'll make it light. I mean I can trust you right?" "I won't say anything." "Good. I don't usually hang out with freshmen Karyn..." her voice trailed from the kitchen, "But I like you for some reason." "You do?" "Of course." For some reason this made Karyn feel more at ease and even a little excited. She liked Zai too. She could tell she was her own person. "So what are you doing home on a Saturday night Zai?" Zai came back with the drinks and handed one to Karyn as she sat down on the couch next to her, "Chilling. You know how you just wanna chill sometimes? Alone?" "Yeah, but you're not alone." "Not anymore..." She turned sideways, leaning her elbow on the couch and resting the side of her face on her hand as she faced Karyn. Karyn smiled and turned until she faced Zai, all the while sipping her drink. Sipping it made her feel light headed and tingly all over, also giving her a numb feeling. For some reason, any amount of liquor she ingested sent signals right down to the area between her legs, even when she covertly sipped her mother and father's drinks. She didn't understand it why it happened, but the feeling was ten times stronger now since she was having her own drink. "Make sure you slow down shorty." "You're just as short as I am..." Karyn kidded, the liquor allowing her to come out of her shell more. "Are you getting cute with me?" Karyn laughed, "Never that, I'm not cute." "Says you...I bet you got a body under there." Karyn rolled her eyes and laughed, "Yeah right." "You need to wear more fitted clothes. You'd look sexier." "I don't know about that." "I'm not talking about slutting it up Karyn. I'm just saying..." She reached out to touch Karyn's hair but soon she was hovering over the girl, her breasts in her face as she reached behind her and undid her braid. Karyn was nervous about Zai being so close, but she realized that she actually liked the warmth coming from her body, and the way she smelled fresh and new like some sort of sporty shower gel. When she shemale toons was finished, she fanned the hair around the girl's face and then pulled off her glasses. "See. Pretty." "Seriously?" "Seriously." Zai smiled, she now rested her hand on Karyn's thigh. "Hey Karyn?" "Yes?" "I usually don't do this but..." "Yeah?" "I can trust you right?" "Of course." "Okay, 'cause I really feel like blazing up, if that's okay with you. I know you don't smoke but..." Karyn tried hard to seem casual, "It's cool, go ahead." "You free shemale mpegs don't smoke right?" "Nah, I'm good, but you can fill me up," Karyn said pointing to her nearly empty glass. Before the girl went to get her stash she had placed the two-liter bottle of coke, a tray of tranny gallery ice cubes and a bottle of Puerto Rican rum in front of Karyn. "Help yourself Ma." And that's what Karyn did, not realizing that she was a little heavy handed with the rum until she tasted her drink. She nearly gagged as Zai was coming into the room. Rather than embarrass herself she decided to just deal with it. Zai sat across from her with the cover of a shoe box and began to break apart her weed. Then she deftly rolled a blunt. "Just in case you want some Mama." When she was finished she lit up and sat next to Karyn again, this time even closer in proximity to her. She began to smoke, the room filled with a fragrant and heady aroma Karyn recognized from when her older brother smoked by himself in his room that past summer, blazing up as soon as their parents went to work. "So tell me about you Ma..." Zai implored as she smoked and took sips of her drink. The liquor made Karyn more loquacious than she'd ever been, and she was enjoying the fact that Zai truly seemed to listen to her. Soon she was talking up a storm and pouring herself another drink. It was corny but she felt so cool to be in an older student's room talking and drinking, it being no big deal as she smoked her weed. Zai offered once more but Karyn refused. She probably didn't even need to puff, she was already catching a contact buzz from the smoke. Her drink and the smoke puffing from Zai's mouth making her high and relaxed, so she didn't really mind when Zai put her head in her lap. "You don't mind do you Ma?" Zai said looking up into Karyn's eyes. "No, it's cool." Karyn said, surprised at how much she liked Zai being so close to her. She looked at the smoothness of Zai's dark caramel navel, which peeked out from between her tank and her shorts. She and Zai were almost the same complexion. She wondered if it was just the liquor or if she were really getting excited from being this close to Zai. Secretly she adored her little tomboyish mannerisms and the way she called her "Ma" and "Mama". "I'm tripping." Karyn thought to herself, "I'm being weird again." Sometimes Karyn would get the same feelings about girls that she got around guys. Except that with the girls she had more of a "physical" taboo feeling. Like she'd get nervous around a guy she liked but around certain girls she'd want to know what they looked like naked or how it was like to touch them. Since she lived in her head a lot, sometimes fantasies would crop up unexpectedly. She day dreamed about nothing too scandalous, but sometimes she imagined being in a locker room certain girls while she undressed, or she imagined touching a girl's breasts and nipples. Karyn always pegged this as curiosity about women in general, and how she measured up to the rest of them. But she had to admit the fact that thinking these things gave her "special" feelings. Those special feelings were happening between her thighs as Zai laid her head on top of them blissfully blowing away. "You sure you don't want one puff?" "Well, okay...fine." Zai shemale links sat up and quickly slid down the couch and onto the floor. Then she knelt in front of Karyn, positioning her body between her legs. Karyn was taken aback at this as she looked down upon Zai's pretty full face. Zai reached up and placed the blunt between her lips. "Relax. Inhale some, and breathe out...real smooth baby doll." Karyn almost melted upon being called "Baby Doll". This was enough to relax her as she slowly inhaled. "That's it," Zai said still holding the blunt up to her lips, "Take it like a big girl." As Karyn exhaled she felt an overwhelming calming buzz. She smiled. "So you likey?" Zai said still kneeling between her legs as she took another toke. "It's...it's different...but I..." Karyn began giggling, "I likey." Zai snickered as she placed the blunt up to her lips again, "Umm...I love the way you smoke...like a pro... but real slow and sensual like." The word "sensual" sent yet another jolt down to the place between Karyn's thighs. "No one has ever called me 'sensual'." "Or sexy?" "Nope." "That's a damn shame. I think you are." Karyn blushed. "There's that same blush from earlier..." She said, "It's cute..." She slid back up on the couch next to Karyn, "Why'd you run away from me earlier?" Karyn shrugged, "I don't know. Guess I was just scared." Zai placed the blunt down in an ashtray shemale lovers and then shemale pics turned back towards the girl, "You scared of me now?" Zai reached out and touched Karyn's arm. Karyn's heart beat hard and fast as her eyes locked with Zai's. She could almost lose herself in those big beautiful dark orbs of liquid ebony. "I don't think so." Zai reached up and gently caressed Zai's face as she smiled. What was going on here? Was it Karyn's imagination, or could Zai have that same "special feeling" she had? "Nah..." Karyn said, shrugging only in her mind, "Why would a girl like Zai feel that way about me?" "It's late you can sleep over if you want." |
