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Izzy happened to be standing nearer the right 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 left bed to clear a way for Izzy.

Izzy stepped forward and sat on the thin, 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. The Christian 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’s mind wandered a bit, until she suddenly heard a soft squeak from Gwen. Glancing up, she found the blonde girl to be bent over her mattress, inspecting something about halfway down. It looked to be some kind of stain.

Izzy watched as Gwen’s face went through a small rainbow of different shades, her blush deepening by the second. Her skirt shuffled, indicating trembling legs. A stain on a college dorm bed that could do this to a girl, huh? Izzy grinned, getting a pretty good guess at what it was…

Gwen whipped her eyes in Izzy’s directions, face brilliant red, and squeaked, “Umm, sorry, do you umm… do you actually want to trade beds?”

It was a tempting offer—a free cumstain on her bed!—and Izzy almost accepted. But... watching this clearly-sheltered girl go through such a dramatic range of emotions just from a small bit of dried semen was worth it.

Izzy bit her lip to control her grin, then replied innocently, “Oh no, I’m actually really liking the feel of this one. Besides, you’ve already started over there; it would be a lot of work to change. Is it that big of a problem?”

Gwen’s eyes darted back to the stain, then she stammered, “Well, umm… no I’m… I’m sure it’ll be fine! Sorry!”

This girl might be fun… The image of herself as a devilish corruptor, encouraging this Christian prude toward depravity filled Izzy’s mind. She quite liked the image.

She spent the next ten minutes happily watching Gwen struggle to dress her bed while avoiding giving the cumstain too much attention. Eventually, Izzy's mom showed up. 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.

Her phone in hand reminded her; she should probably get Gwen's phone number sooner rather than later. She headed back inside, and up to her floor. The door to her room was ajar again, and she walked right in.