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Izzy happened to be standing nearer the left bed, so she pointed at that one with a shrug. Gwen smiled in response, said, “Sure! I’ll take this one, then.”, and started lifting her boxes onto the right bed to clear a way for Izzy.

Izzy stepped forward and sat on the bare mattress. “So, uhh… where are you from?”, she asked.

“Ottawa”, Gwen replied, starting to open the largest box, which was revealed to contain fluffy white bedding. “Oh, and I’m studying mental health; figure that’s the next most obvious question.”

“Huh. What got you into that?”

“Psychology class in high school”, Gwen shrugged. “And I like the idea of being a Christian counsellor. I’m Protestant, by the way. Don’t worry; I’m not one of the super judgy ones.”

Izzy took silent note of the ‘super’ qualifier on that statement. Just regular judgy, huh?

Quenching that thought—she didn’t want to make assumptions about someone she just met—she said, “Well I’m from Toronto myself. Studying English, though really I’m here for gymnastics; I have a scholarship.”

“Oh that’s wonderful!” Gwen squealed. “You must be really talented!”

“Thanks”, Izzy said, smiling a bit. This girl's attitude was surprisingly disarming.

Still, the conversation died there for a while, as Gwen focused her efforts on unpacking, and dressing her bed. Izzy turned her attention to her own new bed.

The blue foam mattress was thin, though at least free of lumps. It sat slightly askew in the extra-long frame. As Izzy’s eyes walked over it, mind elsewhere, she suddenly noticed a discoloration about halfway down the mattress; a faint stain. She frowned. It looked familiar. Could it be…?

She glanced at Gwen. The blonde was facing away, putting pillows into pillowcases.

Izzy quickly leaned over to the blotch, getting her face down to the mat, and gave a quick sniff. Her eyes went wide as the unmistakable smell flooded her lungs and sent a wave of heat to her cunt.

A cumstain! On her bed! Holy shit! It wasn’t exactly fresh; the odor was somewhat faint and stale, but Izzy’s brother had used her sheets as a cum-rag enough times for her to identify it on the spot. This was amazing! Any time she wanted, she could get a whiff of cum! Well, at least until it got even staler and lost its stink, but still!

Izzy struggled to suppress a moan, suspecting Gwen wouldn’t exactly approve, but was unable to resist sticking out her little pink tongue. The taste was barely present, but just knowing that her tongue was touching a boy’s dried spunk was enough to bring a glistening wet spot to the crotch of her tight black leggings.

She spent the next ten minutes squirming, squeezing her thighs together, and trying to avoid giving Gwen any indication of what she had found. Eventually, her mother arrived. After a brief round of introductions with Gwen, Izzy followed her out to the parking lot, and together they began to carry her possessions into her new home.

An hour later, Izzy hugged her mom goodbye before watching the car pull away, back onto the road to Toronto. Her short hair was matted with a bit of sweat; hauling an entire minivan’s worth of belongings up two flights of stairs had proved exerting.

She checked her phone. She’d arrived comparatively late, and so by now the bulk of the moving in seemed complete. The orientation that the RA had mentioned would be in about fifteen minutes.