Ellen, your sexy roomate

"You don't know her, but I guess you'll meet her soon." you answer before leaving.

Ellen is both your closest and most unattainable fantasy. Closest because she's your roomate since you first year in faculty, and you get along fine. Unattainable because, even if she wasn't openly lesbian, which she tragically and amazingly is, she would still be lightyears away from your league. At least it would be true one day ago.

When you first met her, you instantly knew she would be in your head in a huge proportion of your wanking for the next year. Long red hair, a cute face covered in freckles, a mysterious soft smile, beautiful green eyes, a slender body but with enough shapes to catch the eye. She's not as pulpy as Gilian or Lisa, but she looks like a dreamy elf princess. She's not an innocent girl, however, the walls of your appartment are covered in drawings of naked women playing together or riding unicornes into battle with dragons -yes, she's an art student, and totally embrace the dreamy elf princess analogy since she's a huge fantasy nerd.

As you walk home, trying to ignore how tight your clothes are now that you have beefed up, your mind is full of images of you and her in all sort of sensual adventures. You get into the elevator and press the button, picturing the two of you as Conan and Zelda. As you arrive in front of the door and produce your keys, you feel your hands wet with sweets and your heart beating like crazy.