Yes, you are

"Well, yes I am" you answer, lowering your eyes as your face turns red.

Taylor sees this and smiles at you. "So am I" she admits rather quickly. "I've never found anyone interesting enough to pop my cherry. I always wanted it to be for love."

Your embarrassment fades, and you giggle at Taylor. "Same here. I want it to be for love, even if it doesn't last. At least I will have given it up for something."

"Just be careful who you tell it to" Taylor advises. "There are a lot of dykes in here who would love to **** both of us, I'm sure."

"But doesn't the school already know that we're virgins?" you ask. "I'm sure they talked to our parents, and they probably told on us. Word of it is probably all over the school by now."

"In that case, I don't know which would be worse. Being **** by guys, or being **** by girls. At least the girls might be more gentle than the guys." Taylor looks at you with those big brown eyes of hers. She suddenly changes the subject. "So here we are, stuck in this small room with one big bed to share. I just hope you're okay with sleeping together, nothing more."

"I think I can handle that" you respond, looking over at the large bed. "Neither of us are into lesbian stuff, so I trust you."

Taylor giggles. "Funny you should say that. I trust you too."

For some reason you start to tingle down between your legs. It's almost like there's a strange attraction to Taylor taking place. You try to shake it off as being nothing. "You don't mind cuddling on cold nights, do you?" you suddenly ask.

"No, I don't mind cuddling at all" Taylor responds. "I've been to enough sleepovers and camping trips with my best friends to know sharing body heat doesn't lead to other things."

Why are you feeling so strange? Why did you ask Taylor about cuddling? You can feel the wetness in your panties. You try to shake it off again. "Well, I guess we better get our things unpacked and put away. I'm sure Ashley will be coming back for us, for orientation."

Both of you spend your time unpacking, and putting things away. You have one dresser and one wardrobe you have to share. Taylor takes the right side of the dresser, and you take the left. The first box Taylor brings over is labeled "underwear." The bottom breaks open, and all of the contents spill out right beside you. It seems Taylor has great taste in underwear, or at least you think that to yourself as you stare absentmindedly at the pile of colorful cotton, lace and silk. Your heart races as you help her pick up her underwear, and your mind begins to fantasize about what Taylor would look like in some of those lacy panties and bras.

"Like my underwear?" Taylor inquires. The question snaps you back to reality.

"S-sorry" you stammer. "I was just thinking about something. But yes, you have an interesting taste in underwear. "I've never worn a thong before" you say as you hand her a pair of lacy yellow ones.

"I only wear thongs when I wear jeans or shorts" she admits. "Guys look at your ass for panty lines, and thongs underneath jeans and shorts keep them guessing if you wear undies or not." She giggles as she takes the thong from you, and puts it away.

You both continue to put things away. Finally the job is done just as the door opens and Ashley walks in unannounced.