Naomi - A Student - Pretending to Remember

I blinked a few times, extremely confused, before making eye contact with the young man in front of me.

"What?" I asked him as my eyes darted back and forth between his face and his extended right hand. I had a vague memory of him touching my shoulder a second ago but it was all so fuzzy now that I couldn't be sure if this really happened or not.

"What do you mean 'what'?" He said with a smirk on his lips while looking down at me.

I stared at him, frowning. He was a short guy wearing glasses and had dark brown hair, which made him look like an average nerdy college kid. His smile made me feel uneasy. There was something off about it...

I looked around for some clues as to why everything felt so weirdly familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time. It seemed we were in a rather plain-looking dorm room. The walls were white, there weren't any posters or photos hanging up anywhere, and the furniture consisted mostly of a desk, a bed, and two chairs. Clothes lay scattered across the floor next to a pile of books and papers.

"Naomi?" The young man called out again. "Are you okay? You seem kind of spaced out."

Obviously I was supposed to know him but no matter how hard I tried, nothing came to mind. In fact, nothing much was coming to mind period. I had absolutely no idea who I was or where I was. Apparently, though, my name was Naomi.

I felt a sense of urgency. Like I was missing something. I had this strange feeling that it was extremely important for me to hide the fact that I didn't remember anything. I could not let anyone know.

"Erm... Yeah," I replied nervously, trying to act normal. "Yeah, I'm fine..."

He nodded slightly, apparently satisfied by my response.

"Then shall we get back to it?" He said, motioning towards the laptop sitting on the desk.

I had no idea what he was talking about but I played along anyway.

"Sure!" I agreed quickly, trying my best at hiding how nervous I was.

The young man walked over to the computer, sat down in one of the chairs and turned it on. I sat on the bed next to him and glared at the screen, waiting for any clue as to what we were supposed to be doing here.

"Too bad you're so bad at math!" He joked, smirking at me.

Was I? Finally I was getting some information about myself. I was bad at math and from the looks of it we were both students working on a project together.

Well... Maybe it was a good thing, I thought. If this was a math project and I was bad at math it meant he would probably do most of it, which wouldn't make it too obvious that my memory was gone.

Suddenly, he turned towards me and opened his mouth with nervous excitement.

"So, uh, why aren't you naked already?" He asked.

I opened my eyes wide in surprise. What did he just say? Why wasn't I naked?! Was I supposed to be naked?!

I tried my best to figure out what would justify it but nothing came to mind or at least nothing I was confident enough in to do it.

"Well..." I mumbled. "I'm feeling a bit cold right now."

I thought this lie would cover things nicely since it sounded plausible but he immediately counteracted it.

"You told me it didn't bother you to be cold and that you just felt more comfortable being naked."

I nodded. It seemed he was used to me getting naked whenever we worked together, or something. If I kept insisting on staying clothed, he'd start to wonder why I was acting so strange.

I smiled awkwardly and unbuttoned my shirt slowly before taking it off. Then I reached behind me and undid my bra, letting it fall on the bed. I watched as my breasts bounced free and realized I had quite a nice pair. In fact, as I pushed my jeans down my legs, I noticed my entire body was pretty well proportioned. My stomach was flat and toned, my thighs were long and lean, and my ass was round and firm. Maybe this was why I so openly enjoyed being naked? After all, I certainly had a body to be proud of.

My hands moved down to my panties and I began pulling them off as well. I then moved back to my original position on the bed and tried my best at looking studious despite my state of undress. It took a lot of concentration because I was still self conscious about being completely naked in front of an unfamiliar person. But luckily, he hadn't said anything about it yet so I figured I must have been hiding it pretty well. He just gave me quick glances every once in a while, occasionally looking downwards to check out my chest. Since I had no idea what kind of relation we had I abstained from saying anything.

For a while he remained silent, simply entering numbers in an excel sheet on the computer.

"I'm sorry I'm not being very useful right now," I apologized after a moment.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"Well since I'm bad a math, I can't help you with the calculations."

He chuckled. "What? That's not what you're supposed to do..."

"Of course not!" I exclaimed with a nervous laugh.

I froze, now more confused than ever. If I wasn't supposed to help him with whatever he was doing on the computer, then what exactly was I here for?

"You're supposed to help me with stress relief," he explained with a sigh. "Why are you being so weird today?"

I blushed and clenched my teeth tightly, trying to think of a way out of this situation. What did he mean by stress relief? What the hell was I supposed to do?

He turned his eyes away from his screen and looked at me with a frown.

"What do you think your big tits are for?" He asked, sounding annoyed.

I looked down at my chest, trying my best to guess what he meant.

"Um..." I started hesitantly. "Stress relief?"

"Duh!" He scoffed. "What's up with you today? You usually love to let me play with them while I work."

Shit! I really was acting strangely, wasn't I?

I moved closer to him and pushed my chest forward, giving him better access to them.

His fingers wrapped around my left breast and squeezed it hard.

"It's about time! I've been waiting for this all day!" He complained.

I gasped lightly, surprised by his roughness.

"Sorry," I whispered quietly.

I leaned in close to him, pressing my boob against his hand, hoping to show some more enthusiasm.

He turned his attention back at the laptop but did not stop fondling my breasts.

I breathed out, relieved. This was going according to plan. At least, I hoped it was...

"Are you going to suck my dick or what?" He suddenly demanded.

I gulped loudly.

"Suck your dick?" I repeated, unsure of whether I should take him seriously or not. It would indeed count as another form of stress relief, after all...

"Why else would you be here for, duh?" He said, rolling his eyes.

I noticed the bulge in his pants and gasped as I wondered how long he'd been waiting for me to take care of it.

I **** myself to smile and got up. He moved his chair back a bit to make room for me and I knelt in front of him.

"It took you long enough!" He complained.

I chuckled softly to diffuse the tension and freed his cock from his pants. I wrapped my fingers around it, stroked him gently at first until he grew harder in my grasp.

Finally, I wrapped my lips around the head of his penis and sucked lightly on it. The taste was salty and sweet at the same time. He moaned quietly as I started bobbing my head up and down.

Apparently, when he was stressed out and needed to get some work done, he liked to fondle my boobs and have me suck his cock. Unusual, for sure, but if this was what I used to do, I definitely needed to act the part.

"I'm so glad you love sucking dicks." He groaned. "When people told me you were the biggest slut on the entire campus, I thought they were joking."

My mind raced as I kept sucking. I was a slut? In fact, he didn't just call me a slut. He said I was the biggest slut on campus! How could someone be that big of a slut? Did he mean I fucked everyone in sight? Or maybe that I was up for anything sexual? Either way, I welcomed the information with open arms. It helped me understand what role I had to fulfill to avoid suspicion.

I pulled his dick out of my mouth. "What can I say?" I replied, licking the tip of his shaft delicately. "My reputation precedes me."

For some reason this made him laugh.

"Naomi the slut!" He exclaimed. "I like the sound of that."

I giggled and went back to blowing his dick.

"It definitely suits you." He added.

I wasn't really sure why he felt the need to insist but I chose to ignore it for now. I didn't know enough to jump to any conclusion.

Suddenly, the door swung open and a girl entered the room. She opened her mouth agape when she saw us. Her jaw hung slackly as her eyes widened dramatically.

"What the fuck are you doing with this dork?!" She shouted, looking at me with shock.

I let the guy's dick go as I frowned. "Blowing him?" I replied innocently, unsure of what she was expecting of me.

The guy stood up and, with his hard cock still hanging and with a huge grin on his face he walked towards her and placed one hand on her shoulder. The girl seemed to relax, and her gaze drifted off towards the wall in a daze. He then stepped aside and gestured towards me.

"You remember your roommate Naomi?" He asked her as she seemed to come back to her senses.

The girl stared at me with a look of pure confusion, then shook her head and smiled.

"Of course I do!" She quickly exclaimed. "Hey Naomi! What's up?"

Alright, I thought, this was my dorm bedroom and she was my roommate. If only I knew even just her name...

"Noami." The guy said while turning his attention towards me. "You remember your roommate Jessica, right?"

"Of course!" I lied, nodding happily. "How could I forget?"

Jessica and I both laughed nervously. She stared at his erection and then at my naked body but did not say anything. It seemed we had passed inspection after all... Maybe it wasn't that strange for her to stumble on me sucking off a dude in our room. But I didn't understand why she had reacted so strongly earlier...

"So..." She said, clearing her throat awkwardly. "What are you guys up to?"

"Well since you were late Naomi started blowing me without you." The guy informed her casually.

"Oh..." She said, her eyes growing wide in surprise. "Sorry about that..."

What? She was supposed to help me blow him?

She didn't seem to know what to say next and so instead looked at me again like she was trying to figure something out.

"Are you girls going to get to it or what?" The guy exclaimed impatiently. "I don't want to be here all day."

I **** myself to smile and nodded, then crawled on my knees in front of him.

Jessica hesitated for a second before following suit, positioning herself next to me.

We both looked at each other for a moment and then simultaneously moved forward to start licking the head of his cock with our tongues. This quickly drove him crazy and he moaned loudly, pushing his hips forwards towards us.

I started sucking him as Jessica licked the base of his shaft and eventually worked her way down to his balls.

It didn't take long for him to cum, shooting ropes of semen into my mouth. I kept it open, unsure of what to do.

"It's so nice that you girls always share my cum by making out with it in your mouth." The guy commented.

I was a bit grossed out at that idea, to be honest, but I was grateful for him to be providing some more information about myself. At least I knew exactly what do to to avoid any suspicion. It was one thing convincing him that nothing was wrong with me but it was another convincing him AND Jessica at the same time.

I grabbed Jessica's head gently and pushed my tongue against hers. We exchanged saliva and cum between our mouths, then I swallowed it all down.

When I looked up, the guy was staring at us with a huge grin on his face. I was relieved to see he approved of everything I was doing. No sign of trouble so far!

"You're both lucky to be so attracted to each other." He remarked. "Sharing a room like that, I heard you're groping and fucking each other ALL THE TIME!"

Before I had time to process his words, Jessica turned towards me and grabbed my left breast roughly. I gasped and squirmed under her touch.

"Well..." She mumbled. "If you had tits like that at your disposal all day, you'd probably be playing with them constantly too."

"I sure would!" He confirmed, grabbing my right breast in turn and squeezing it firmly.

I gasped again and focused on the situation. My relationship with Jessica was starting to get clearer. We were together, either as a couple or simply sex friends. This was simple enough. However, I was still confused about who this guy was supposed to be in relation to me. A sex friend too? After all, I was a slut, and Jessica did not seem to mind sharing me with him, but to what extent?

Before I could explore this thought any further, Jessica looked at the guy, stood up and pushed me onto the bed. She climbed on top of me and began kissing me passionately. I kissed her back eagerly, trying to act as excited as possible. I wanted to convince them both that I was enjoying this whole situation.

The guy watched us as we made out. His dick was still semi-hard and he rubbed it slowly while we made out.

"You know that you too are crazy, right?" He said.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Jessica asked, breaking away from our kiss. I turned my head towards him, hoping for some clarification.

"I mean..." He continued. "Offering to become everyone's sex toy. That's just nuts!"

Anyone's sex toy? Was I really such a whore?

Jessica and I exchanged confused glances.

"Well..." I started, trying to find something to say to that. "Erm... Why not enjoy ourselves while taking care of other people's needs? You know..."

"That's very nice of you." He replied with a small smile. "I've certainly been enjoying it!"

"I'm glad!" Jessica exclaimed. "That's our goal."

She looked at him and added, while looking at his cock: "Do you need some more help with that?"

"Maybe later." He replied, grinning.

Jessica nodded, then she slid down my body and positioned her head over my pussy. I parted my thighs for her and she immediately started eating me out. I moaned as I focused on the sensation, trying my best at enjoying it.

The guy watched us intently for a moment as his cock grew rock hard once more. Then he got up and positioned himself behind Jessica. He pulled her pants and panties down until they fell around her ankles, then he shoved his dick inside her as she groaned loudly, her head still between my thighs.

He thrust in and out of her rapidly and she moaned louder than ever. Apparently, I was fine sharing her as well, I thought as I felt myself getting closer to an orgasm. It made sense. After all we both offered to become anyone's sex toy. Jealousy certainly wasn't compatible with being such big sluts...

As soon as I reached climax, the guy pulled his dick out of Jessica's and came all over her ass cheeks as he groaned even louder. He smeared his cum around her butt crack and then looked at me expectantly.

"Aren't you going to clean her up?" He asked, his now deflating penis in hand.

I stared at him blankly for a few seconds before finally looking around for a towel or some tissue paper.

"With your tongue." He clarified. "Just lick it off!"

I moved closer to Jessica but hesitated.

"Jessica?" He asked my roommate who was still on all four in front of me. "Didn't you tell me yesterday that you never take showers and that Naomi cleans you daily with just her tongue?"

She looked intently at me but I remained silent, not knowing what to do nor say.

"I... Yes!" She finally exclaimed. "Showers are such a waste of water, you know... And I enjoy feeling Naomi's tongue all over my body."

Well, I thought, this left me with no other choice. I moved behind her as the guy stepped back and started licking his drying cum from her ass. I took hold of her hips and lifted her up slightly. The bastard had managed to get some of it stuck around her asshole. I leaned forward and lapped at it, cleaning it thoroughly. When I finished, I lowered her down again, turned around and sat up straight, facing the guy.

He was staring at me with a satisfied expression.

"Well that was nice, girls." He said. "Thank you."

I smiled back at him.

"You're welcome." We both replied at the same time.

He pulled his pants up and gave us a nod.

"See you later, ladies." He said, grabbing the laptop on the desk, leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

Jessica and I then shared a nervous glance.

"So..." She said. "What do you wanna do?"

I thought hard for a moment, trying to gather in my mind everything I'd learned so far about myself.

"Well..." I mumbled, trying not to shudder. "Maybe we should find someone else to fuck? It's still early."

Jessica nodded slowly.

"We really are sluts, aren't we?" She asked. It sounded like a real question but I probably was mistaken.

"We sure are!" I agreed with a **** giggle.

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