Sarah, a Graduate Student

Pain rushed through Sarah's lips. She had bit them a little too hard in her nervousness. She pushed her mousy hair out of her eyes and adjusted her glasses, took a deep breath, and entered her new apartment for the first time.

The key she obtained from the staff at the front office had worked fine, but she had yet to meet her roommate. Sarah checked her phone, but saw that her long-winded message about her impending arrival had gone ignored. She hoped to meet her roommate soon. Her hands shook, and she thrust them into her pockets.

Okay, maybe she didn't want to meet them soon, but she certainly had to at some point.

She finally calmed down enough to look around the apartment and really see it. Her eyes widened as they scanned a large living space with soft leather couches and a state of the art television. Behind it all there was somehow room for a ping pong table, and she could see there was a whole glass fridge stuffed to the brim with a variety of ****.

Sarah frowned at that, wondering how much it added to their utilities, but quickly brushed it off. Whatever the cost, it would be worth it given how cheap she got this furnished apartment for. It was literally a steal, and she knew that with her estranged family and lack of funding she'd have a tough time finding anything else besides a shelter.

All she really had to her name were the two suitcases she had lugged in and the dingy car that had sputtered into her parking space in the opposite corner of the surprisingly upscale complex.

Maybe her the **** and fiery paintings weren't all that there was to her roommate. Clearly she was some sort of saint, because Sarah knew that the couple of hundred she would be paying a month couldn't even begin to cover a tenth of the rent on the place.

As she creeped into the center of the main room, getting glances into the kitchen filled with new, black appliances, a door opened and closed.

Sarah jumped, then glanced forward.

"Oh, you must Sarah!" said the woman in the hallway, smiling. "I'm Denise."

Sarah gulped, certain that she had never before seen a more stunning woman. Denise was fixing up her jet-black, slightly curly hair, but from what Sarah could tell she could have let it down and not touched it for a month without it looking bad. The tight, red jeans she had on seemed to be almost bursting from her thighs and butt, and her v-neck t-shirt showed off some delicious, bouncing cleavage.

"Eyes up here," Denise said, her grin somehow growing larger and more pretty.

Sarah felt her whole body tense, and said, "Oh, I-I'm s-so sorry, um, yeah, I'm Sarah." Her eyes found a speck of dust on the otherwise spotless wooden floor and stuck to it.

"Great to meet you, Sarah! Here, let me show you to your room."

Sarah followed, her eyes strangely drawn to Denise's ass swaying in front of her as the woman sashayed down the hall.

The word rolled around in Sarah's brain. Ass.

"Here we are," Denise said with a bright smile, arms waving at the entrance to a room.

"Thanks," Sarah said, stepping through the door. She stopped, then drew in a sharp intake of breath.

The room was somehow larger than advertised, but even so it was dominated by the comfiest looking bed Sarah had ever seen. Something about it drew her into the dark room, her eyes darting around to take in the abstract paintings that seemed vaguely grotesque. Twisted, almost. Deformed. The legs even seemed to be capped in specially crafted metal hooves.

The whole room was black and red, with occasional streaks of white and gold. Every painting, drawer, and sheet. There was a small, black desk in the corner, and it had an engraving of some sort of goat head. Many of the items did, in fact.

Sarah shivered, suddenly uncomfortable. Behind her, Denise's eyes briefly flashed red, and her hair seemed to move gently as if caressed by an indoor wind.

It really wasn't so weird, in the end. Really, it had already grown on Sarah. She dropped her bags at the foot of the bed, then tentatively poked the mattress. It bounced lightly at her touch. She couldn't help but think that it was almost too soft.

Sarah heard Denise ask, "So, will this room be alright with you?"

"Yeah, definitely. Thank you so much!"

"No problem Sarah, wanna see your restroom?"

"My restroom?"

Denise laughed softly, and Sarah couldn't help but steal a glance at her bosom. "Of course! Did I not say that I had two?"

Sarah rubbed her neck and said, "Um, I guess I missed that."

"Well, it's another perk of this place. Here, it's just through this door."

Sarah saw the door Denise pointed at in her room, near the entrance. She blinked, stunned she had such a private place, and went to check it out. As she stepped inside, she saw a nice bath and shower behind a glass door, and a clean room. It was odd that it was black, like the bedroom, but Sarah decided it was nice that it matched.

Sarah stepped back out and said, "Wow, thank you. Um, look, this place seems like something better than what I expected, um-"

Denise interjected, saying, "Let me stop you right there. I imagine you're about to say something about the rent, right?"

She waited for Sarah to nod, then pressed on, "Look, don't worry about it at all. Frankly, I got lucky and my family pays for most of this place. Your rent just picks up the last bit so I can save and have a bit of fun. You seemed nice, and I've always liked renting to good grad students."

Sarah looked unconvinced and nervous, so Denise said, "Really, I wanted to give a space to a hard worker, someone who needed it. And I think you fit the bill, frankly. I just hope you can feel comfortable here."

Denise's eyes flashed yet again, but Sarah was too sucked into Denise's cleavage at that moment to notice. She found herself feeling more comfortable though. Still nervous, of course, and like she was somehow stealing and being patronized all at once. But the house just seemed to give her a sense of comfort that permeated even her usual anxious energy.

"Thanks Denise, I'll try."

"That's the spirit." Denise smiled, but something about it felt... predatory to Sarah. Denise then said, "Hey, I've got a great new bottle of champagne. Want to have a drink, celebrate new friends?"

"I don't usually, um, drink, but sure. I guess I can, this once."

"Great!" Denise jumped up, then she sauntered out to the living room.

Sarah followed and watched as Denise pulled the champagne from the fridge. She wasn't lesbian, or even bi, but somehow Sarah found her eyes glued to Denise's jiggling, large ass.

She blinked as Denise turned to approach her, one full glass in each hand. Denise handed one to Sarah, then sat on the couch, and Sarah followed her soon after. Denise put her feet on a coffee table and leaned back, raising her glass to her lips.

Her lips were luscious. Even the simple act of drinking was like an erotic dance. Sarah watched, enraptured, not even noticing her panties slightly dampening. She finally shook her head and looked to her glass, playing with it, and said, "So, um, how long have you been renting to grad students? You made it sound like I wasn't the first."

Denise carefully lowered her glass, her eyes distant, and grinned sensuously. She licked her lips, then said, "No, you certainly aren't the first."

Sarah would have been concerned, perhaps creeped out, but she was just so comfortable. And aroused. Comfortable and aroused. She finally said, "It's just, you seem so young. Like, early to mid twenties, so it can't have been too many, right?"

"Never guess a lady's age, Sarah!" Denise mock pouted, her eyes alight. Then she said, "Well, I'm a bit older than that. So I've had enough roommates."

"Hmm."

Sarah shook her head and took her first sip of champagne. Normally she would never drink. In fact, she only had once before, on her twenty first birthday while under the duress of a friend. She had hated it, and swore the stuff off, determined to keep the bitter taste out of her mouth and the poison away from her liver.

Comfortable. She must just be comfortable, that's why it felt okay to drink. Being gracious to her host couldn't be bad either, Sarah reasoned. Denise did give her the place at a ridiculously low rate.

She took another sip, and it turned into a gulp. It tasted great, and felt even better than that.

"So," Denise said, leaning her bust and face towards Sarah, "I have a party planned for tonight. I know you probably wanted to just settle in, but would you be okay with a little fun, just this once? I figured you wouldn't have to go to school for a little while anyway."

A... party? The thought rattled around in Sarah's head. She hated parties. Everything was awful, from the feeling of having everyone around her to the knowledge that she didn't fit in, that she couldn't fit in no matter what she did. Her head would pound, terrified of judgement.

And besides, parties weren't fun. They were just an exercise in social futility, a lesson in how people on **** could get off on small talk due to their addled minds. Sarah would rather work on her first project. She was already in communication with her advisor, so it wouldn't be too big of a hassle.

"Well, thank you for offering Denise, but I was thinking I might, um, get a head start on my data science project."

For the first time, Sarah saw Denise's lips curl into an expression that she truly didn't like. Really, it was something she even feared. But in a moment, it was gone, replaced with a vapid smile and a childlike excitement.

"Oh come oooon, Sarah! It'll be fun, I promise! Just this once! I'm sure you'd find it hard to think anyways, given that you just arrived here. It might take the edge off."

Sarah took another swig of her drink, her eyes falling to Denise's chest. Finally, she responded, "Fine, yeah. I can do that. Just this once, okay?"

"Of course, thanks Sarah! I'll see you in a second! I have to get ready. You should too."

With that, Denise got up and sauntered off to her bedroom. As she did, Sarah stared at her ass and rubbed her thighs together absentmindedly. If she could look up, she may have noticed a faint, black glow around Denise's hair, and it's gentle sway.

As it was, however, Sarah simply watched her walk away until she disappeared into her room. She took a last drink of her Champagne, and found the glass empty. Shrugging her shoulders, Sarah got up and walked off to her new bedroom, determined to prepare for the night.