Meet the roomie

I woke to the sound of my new roommates banging drawers open and closed. As my mind righted itself with my new and strange surroundings, I quickly checked my wig to make sure I hadn't tossed and turned my way out of it. I hadn't, much to my surprise.

I opened by eyes to the site of a barely legal Asian girl bent over rummaging through her drawer. The only thing between me and her naked asshole and hairy (clearly) pussy was the thin layer of her panties, which had now crept up into her ass crack.

She straightened up, holding a plaid skirt identical to the one I had worn last night, over her head as she stretched. Her small but perky breasts jiggled with each movement.

Below my covers I suddenly had a bit of a problem. Waking to the site of such a beautiful girls naked in my bedroom had triggered a sudden and raging hard-on.

The landline in our room suddenly rang and she rushed to pick it up, her breasts once again bouncing.

"Hello?" she said. "This is Jenny. (Listen) Yes sir, she came in sometime last night after I went to sleep. (Listen) No sir, she isn't up yet. (Listen) Yes sir, I will tell her. Goodbye."

I squeezed my eyes shut as she hung up the phone and headed in my direction.

"Hey, delinquents, wake up!" she said, kicking my bed. "Mr. Brown wants you in his office, ASAP."

"Who?" I asked, pretending to just be waking up.

"The guidance councilor," she said. "He'll help you get a class schedule and make sure you have all your books."

"Fun."

"He's also the one who can get you the good shit, if he likes you," she said. "You're super skinny. You do coke or meth?"

My eyes shot open at once. The school had a staff member who provided the girls with hard ****? Fuck.

"See, I hit the right button," she said with a grin. "But no shit, Mr. Brown hooks most of us up with contraband. For me its marijuana. Might be medicinal in most states, but not in Ms Keen's fucking school."

I sat up, making sure I kept my hardon covered with my blanket.

"I'm Jenny Li," she said. "My dad runs the north eastern US for the Yakuza. I'm a recent high school graduate who likes to smoke pot...and dicks. I let one video off me blowing a group of football players at a graduation party get out and he sent me here. He said In was an 'embarassment.'"

"That sucks."

"And so do I," she said with a giggle. She sure wasn't helping my morning wood. "I'm also a hacker. You are Kera Howell, stepdaughter of NYC real estate tycoon Byron Howell. Mother, deceased. Real father, deceased. You and your stepfather hate each other. He dumped you here to move to some tropical island with some bimbo and left strict orders that he not be contacted again until you graduate. No information on your sexual preference. No sex tapes. Oddly, not any photos I could find at all. You are a **** addict with at least two minor arrests for possession. Your mother left you an inheritance worth about $20 million, payable if and when you earn a college degree."

"Fuck."

"Fuck is right. If I wasn't straight I'd be trying to eat that pussy right now so I could get a piece of that inheritance one day. But we're still just freshmen, right?"

She giggled again and pulled on her skirt. She then quickly buttoned up a white blouse and slipped out, reminding me to go to Mr. Brown's office.

I waited for a few minutes after she had left, then grabbed a Kleenex from the cabinet and hiked up my gown. Despite everything else, seeing my hard cock contained in a pair of panties was a surprise.

I freed it, and then quickly jerked off with the image of nearly nude Jenny Li burned into my mind. I blew a load in the Kleenex and tossed it in the trash.

With my roommate and my erection gone, I quickly dressed myself but found one quick problem. My legs made me look like a werewolf. Perhaps it had been so dark last night that nobody noticed. That wouldn't go unnoticed today.

I found a bottle of hair remover in my closet and after reading the directions, I coated both legs. It only took me fifteen minutes, and maybe a few tears, to get my legs looking hairless and a little sexy in my skirt.

Much to my surprise, my closet also held several other wigs. I swapped the one I was wearing out for a different style (same jet black color) that seemed more appropriate.

When I was done, I checked myself out in the mirror and was surprised to see a decent looking girl staring back at me. I was by no means a beauty, but I was actually probably a little more attractive than the real Kera Howell.