Roxanne

At first I only saw the blonde hair, but as I got closer, I realized it was my last roommate Roxanne!

Roxanne looked like she was passed out drunk, and she most definitely was. The eternal partygoer was deeply asleep, practically snoring. I considered for but a moment but knew I couldn't leave a girl here alone. I gently shook her shoulder, but was startled as yet another bolt of energy passed between a girl and me. With the energy, I was scared because Roxanne's eyes shot open with a blank stare, before she seemed to unfocus and look blearily up at me.

"Hey Roxy, you can't sleep here. Let me lead you back to the room.." I said.

Roxanne let out a morning groan, before rolling to a seated position. This seemed to be a mistake, though, as she immediately let out a more pained groan and bent over.

"You good?" I lightly questioned.

"Yeah." Was her kert reply. She looked significantly less than good, however. The image was compounded by her standing up, and immediately stumbling.

I quickly caught her, to my own surprise, and held her up. "Careful there, you seem more than a little hungover." I said.

Roxy finally seemed to register who I was at this point and looked at my face. "Oh it's the pervert." She said simply, making me blush.

I mentioned earlier that I was only sure she knew I existed because of an incident, and her less than loving title for me was a result of this incident. I may or may not have one day forgotten to lock the common bathroom door, and may or may not have been jerking off with one of Roxy's socks pressed to my face. She hadn't ever made a comment about it, but had dubbed me (rightfully so) a pervert from that day on.

"Pervert or not," I replied, "I can't leave you alone like this."

She finally showed me a smile for maybe the first time since I'd met her. "And they say chivalry is dead." She laughed, and immediately winced at the hangover's response to her laugh.

We began walking back to the room, Roxy seeming to feel slightly better as we moved, and though we moved in silence, it was quite comfortable. When we were about halfway back, she finally began speaking to me again.

"Thanks." She said simply.

"You're welcome." I replied. "It's what I should do."

"Still," she said. "You did." She lightly sighed. "I shudder to think what could have happened to me if someone actually interested in women the normal way walked by." She said with a hidden smile.

I immediately blushed. "W-what do you mean by that?" I stuttered.

She laughed at this, and winced again, massaging her temples. "Don't tell me you forgot." She said. "When I walked in on you stroking your cock, I mean." She said.

I was shocked. We hadn't talked much ever, but she had never brought up the incident in any interaction.

Roxy leaned in closer to me, and began to speak in a sultry voice. "You know, that time I saw you stroking your huge dick while smelling my stinky sock." I could feel a stiffening in my pants, and Roxanne noticed. She smiled as she continued, "what were you imagining? When you shot your thick ropes, were you thinking about me stepping on you? What my stinky feet smelled like? What the sweat on my soles tasted like?"

I was rock hard almost immediately. I gulped and as I opened my mouth to reply, she cut me off.

"Did you imagine my toes in your mouth? My soles on your cock? Me milking you with my sweaty, stinky feet?" She practically whispered in my ear. "Did you still cum after I caught you?" She asked.

Without thinking, I found myself nodding. She laughed, again, not learning her lesson. She winced again. At this point, she grabbed my shoulder and made me face her.