No

It’s been a week. A whole week and all I’ve learned is that her name is Vanessa. Okay, that’s not true. I’ve also learned we share a math class together and she is apparently nicer to everyone else she meets than she is to me. I kept expecting her to stare down the professor or yell at someone for… some reason. But no. She definitely just doesn’t like me specifically. It’s Sunday and luckily she doesn’t spend much time in the room. Well, not in comparison to me. I can’t really bring myself to hang out with people or make new friends, so every minute not in class or eating is spent in this room.

And as near as I can tell Vanessa thinks this means she has a live-in maid. She never puts her clothes away or makes her bed. I could probably not make her bed without it getting in my way, but her clothes are left all over the floor when she’s done with them. I had hoped that cleaning up after her and making her bed for her would, I don’t know, shame her into being more responsible. But no. Maybe this is my fault? Maybe if I stop doing things for her she’ll respect me more? Maybe I can grow a spine and finally be a normal person instead of the little amoeba I clearly am.

Despite it being Sunday, I don’t really feel like I’ve gotten any rest or relaxation. Even when I’m alone I’m constantly worried about my next encounter with Vanessa. Classes have been pretty easy so far, which is good because I haven’t been able to concentrate very well this past week. That’s it, I’m going to bed early.

After my bedtime routine is completed I slip into bed and put my head under my covers. I sleep like this every night now. It gives me a stuffy nose sometimes but it’s worth it.

Before I can fall asleep the door swings open and the light turns on. Unlike in the past though I hear a joyous and girlish laugh, one that definitely is not coming from Vanessa.

“Oh my god, stop it! Wait till the door is closed you perv!” Said a laughing girls voice I couldn’t place.

After a loud slam, “there, now let’s see what that skirts been hiding from me.” Okay, I now also know she’s into girls and doesn’t mind bringing them back to her dorm room.

I hear the springs of her bed strain as they both get in it, then surprisingly soft sounds of kissing. Some cloth shifting. I don’t know if they don’t know I’m here or if they just don’t care. I think about letting them know, but realize that if it’s the latter then speaking up is just going to make it more awkward for me and if it’s the former Vanessa might get mad at me for ruining her date.

At some point the sounds shift as her date begins to moan. At first it starts out slow, but begins to pick up as the springs straining noise begin to sound rhythmically. And then the dirty talk starts.

“Oh god yes babe fuck me. Yeah fuck me harder baby. Oh yes faster.” I do my best to ignore the debauchery happening just a few feet from me. I start to feel extra miserable. I was in college, where I was supposed to be finding myself and learning all about my future. Instead I was failing to stand up to a jerk so blatantly in the wrong she would make a cartoon bully seem morally grey. And all I could do was listen to her rub pussy or eat each other out or whatever it was they were doing…

“That’s it girl, take my cock. Fuck you feel so tight. Work those kegle muscles for me. Clamp down like the sexy bitch you are!”

… strap-on? I try not to squirm as the dirty talk and my imagination begin to get to me. Vanessa certainly did sound… competent. Her partner certainly wasn’t voicing any complaints, and her voice was working just fine as she moaned and mewled for Vanessa to give her more, to smack her ass and pull her hair, all requests it sounded like Vanessa complied to with enthusiasm.

After several minutes the tone shifts, with both Vanessa and her date moving into high gear as they approach their climax. I know the exact moment it happens thanks to the girl being… vocal. Afterwards a minute of just heavy panting and slight bed sounds followed, presumably as they just take in the post coital bliss. “… oh my god is that your roommate?” Comes a hurried whisper, comically quiet given the cacophony they had just made.

“Oh, yeah don’t worry about her. She’s always here. Pretends to sleep like a rock and cleans up after me. She won’t tell a soul what she heard tonight. Come to think of it, I’m not sure she can even talk.”

Of course she’d know I was awake. Stupid stupid stupid me. I should have just… I don’t know… slept under a rock? Now she’s going to think I’m some kind of voyeuristic pervert. Never mind that she basically **** me to learn her sexual preferences and habits just now.

“Don’t say that! You’re being mean to her. What if she really is mute, did you even ask?”

“What’s it matter, she stays out of my way and I stay out of hers. I didn’t ask her to clean up after me, she just does it.”

“And that makes it okay to have sex with her in the room? You knew she was in here already, didn’t you! I cannot believe I thought you were charming.” I hear what I am pretty sure is her getting off the bed and getting dressed. “Don’t call me.” And then she leaves.

The room descends into an awkward silence. I feel my self begin to cry silently as I can only imagine Vanessa blames me for this.

“Bitch,” I hear her say softly. I’m unsure if she means the girl or me, and I am even more determined to pretend to be asleep to avoid finding out, even knowing Vanessa isn’t fooled.

“Hey roomy. You’re good at math right? I need some tutoring.”

I… have no idea how to respond to that. How did she even make that transition in her head. If someone walked out on me after sex I’d be obsessing over what I did wrong for weeks, and she wants to talk math with her sleeping roommate. Well too bad, sleeping people are asleep, so you can’t talk to them. I don’t make the rules, I just play pretend by them.

Unfortunately my plan has one flaw, which Vanessa exposes as she rips the blanket from atop me, exposing my surprised and tear streaked face and fetal position sleeping posture. With the sudden exposure to light I can’t see well yet. Vanessa walks down to the foot of my bed and grabs a book from her desk, which she throws on my bed before crawling onto and sitting cross legged on the bottom half of my bed.

She clearly wasn’t taking no for an answer, so I sit up, tuck my legs to the side, push my hair out of the way, and look at the math book she has put between us. She opens it up and turns to the practice problems for the most recent lesson we had together. As she does my eyes become more adjusted and I am able to take in her black T-shirt with a red dragon emblem on the front, and her naked lower half complete with her still moist cock resting on my bed… cock. Dick. Penis.

My face feels like it’s on fire, and I quickly bury it in my hands. She has a penis. She just used that penis on a girl right next to me. And now it’s leaving a wet spot on my sheets.

I hear her groan like a petulant preteen being told they have to do their chores, before I feel her get off my bed and then get back on a few seconds later. “There, I have underwear on. Can we do this or what?”

I would prefer she had pants on, but I guess underwear is good enough. I peek out slowly from behind my fingers and sure enough, she now has a pair of light blue cotton panties on. There is still a noticeable bulge in the front, but it is covered.

She passes me her notebook and a pen, “I don’t get how I’m supposed to solve number three. I need the angle for the equation that gets me the final answer, but they don’t give it to you. They just give me all this other junk and I don’t see how I can get the angle from that.”

One deep breath, two deep breaths… okay. I can talk math.