My innocent roommate was actually an obsessed nymphomaniac [Part 1] [MF]

This is taking place when I was in my 3rd year of college, so I was around the age of 21. I was attending a school in a city away from home so I had to live there during the semester. In my first two years, I lived with a male friend and life was pretty normal. Stay up late, watch hockey, and study. I’m not the biggest partier, in fact I really disliked partying. I’d rather just jerk off in my room which sounds sad but I like to stay more to myself. I’d consider myself somewhat of an introvert. Because of this I had little opportunity to actually go out and meet girls at the time. In the third year however, my friend changed programs and went to a different college, so unless I wanted to pay the entire rent of the house we were sharing, I’d have to move to the college residence. The provided dorms were in the heart of the campus and commuting was not an issue. The downside was the rooms themselves were pretty cramped and they pretty much just chucked you into a dorm with anyone. Seeing as I had pretty much no other choice as this was the cheapest option, I reluctantly signed up to get the next available room and hoped I didn’t get stuck with crackheads.

After Christmas, the second semester was about to begin so around this time I got the details for the dorm I was going to be moving into. I packed up all my belongings into two suitcases; one for clothes and one for miscellaneous items and I decide to move in a week before the semester began to get used to the new place. I’ll never forget the first day at the residence. Christmas decorations were still up in the hallways and the elevator reeked and was filled with beer cans, the aftermath of a holiday party I’d assume. Not the best first impression but I didn’t think I’d be leaving my room that much anyways. I finally get to dormitory 112 on the 4th floor. I slide the keycard into the reader on the door but I can’t figure out how to unlock it. The only other time I’d used this kind of system was at hotels so it was another thing for me to get used to it seemed. I hesitantly knock on the door instead, preparing myself to see my roommate whom I’d be sharing a dorm with for the next few years. I honestly expected a complete pothead to answer the door seeing as a lot of hooligans seemed to live in this building but needless to say I was surprised by the person who opened.

My roommate was a Caucasian female. She was short and petite in stature, maybe 5’3. I myself wasn’t the tallest, standing at about 5’11 but the height difference was noticeable between us. She had pale skin and short black hair that didn’t go past her shoulders, with bangs covering her forehead. On her face she had thin round glasses that were too big for her so she had to keep adjusting them. She had brown eyes, and freckles on her cheeks. On top she wore a baggy black hoodie that looked two sizes too big for her. The sleeves went past her hands and one string was longer than the other. She wore a pair of grey shorts under the hoodie which were barely noticeable seeing as the hoodie was pretty much a skirt. They were tight shorts, the kind volleyball players wore and showed off her thin pale legs. In other words, she was cute as fuck. I didn’t get a good enough look at her body because of the oversized hoodie covering everything up, but I wasn’t thinking about that when she first opened the door. As soon as she noticed me, she made eye contact for a split second but then averted her gaze and looked at the ground.

It was awkwardly silent for that split second but then she finally spoke. “Y-you must be the new guy moving in…” she said with a stutter. “Yea I am, it’s nice to meet you” I said with a smile. I introduced myself and learned that her name was Amy. A fitting name for an innocent looking girl like her. She let me in and I pulled my suitcases into the dorm. The dorms opened into a large common area in the center which had a small living room consisting of a sofa, a couple chairs and a table. Attached to the living room was a kitchen area that had all the essentials except a dishwasher. The rooms were on either side of the common area with 2 rooms on each side. It turns out both Amy and my room were on the same side next to each other, the other side being completely unused. It was only us two it seemed. This was a relief to me as at least the dorm wouldn’t be too busy. There was only 1 washroom between our two rooms so we’d be sharing just about everything except bedrooms. Amy showed me how to use the keycard, still not looking me in the eye. I tried to make small talk to come off as friendly. She replied with a series of stutters and nervous laughs I couldn’t make out. After showing me around she then scurried into her room. I didn’t see her for the rest of the day.

A lot of my encounters with Amy were slightly awkward. She was incredibly shy, and would immediately start blushing if I’d look her way. She’d constantly stutter when talking to me and apologize a lot for stupid things she didn’t need to apologize for. She started wearing lots of makeup around the dorm which looked nice but I think she looked cuter without it. As days passed, I started getting curious of what her body was like as she always wore over sized clothes which I’m sure were really comfy, but left me with more to desire. I kind of assumed her body wasn’t going to be anything fantastic though seeing as she was quite petite so I couldn’t imagine her being a bombshell under those layers. At first, her extremely introverted nature didn’t bother me seeing as she was very polite, but I wanted to know more about her, and I couldn’t tell if she was just that shy or really trying to avoid me.

After a couple months in the dorm, the behavior was starting to bug me. One day in particular stood out. Amy was in the common area living room, sitting on the couch studying for an exam of some sort. She had just got there and spread all her papers out. I enter the kitchen to get a snack, and she immediately gets flustered. She began to quickly pick up her things and prepare to go back to her bedroom even though she had just got comfortable. When she tired to walk past me she just stared at the ground while speed walking to her dorm, holding her papers against her chest in one arm. At this point I was kinda pissed. What was it that made it so she couldn’t be in the same room as me for more than a minute? I instinctively grabbed her hand and tugged her back, causing her papers to slide from under arms and all over the floor. “What’s your deal?” I ask her in a slightly aggressive tone. Amy was trembling and her head was tilted all the way down staring at the floor like she always does. “I-I’m s-sorry” she softly whispers through her lips, unable to get her words out. This time I angrily tell her to actually look at me for once and to stop apologizing. Her head tilts up and my anger fades away and I instantly regret scolding her. She was trying her best to look up, her whole face was blushing red and she looked like she was about to cry. Her glasses had slipped down her nose but she was too scared to even move her arm to push them back up. I realized I overreacted way too much. I was still holding her trembling hand tightly. I loosened the grip and brought her over to sit down with me at the table. I explained what I was thinking and apologized for being so rude. I just wanted to have a normal, friendly relationship as roommates. Little did I know our “friendly relationship” would become a little too friendly.

At first she was embarrassed and very tense, but she actually loosened up a bit and I got to hear a little about her. She was a business student, and the same age as me at the time. She was studying for an exam she would have the coming week. She revealed she was extremely nervous and self conscious about herself and didn’t want me to think she was annoying, not knowing she was actually annoying me in the process. She never had many friends in high school because she was into stuff like anime and fantasy novels while all the other girls her age were getting laid. Eventually her story got kind of depressing and she started talking about how her dad abused her as a kid and ended up leaving her and her mom when she was 13. For the most part I was just hearing her vent, glad she was actually talking to me. She also mentioned how none of the boys from high school liked her either, apparently because she was seen as kind of a loner which made her think she wasn’t pretty enough. “They were just assholes, I think you’re cute” I impulsively said to her. I didn’t say anything over the top but I instantly regretted saying it as Amy immediately became flushed with red and that dreaded silence returned. She sat there petrified as if I had told her some horrendous news. I quickly tried to change the mood, “Sorry, that was uncalled for how ab-” but then I was interrupted by Amy this time “you’re pretty cute too” she blurted out abruptly. I was surprised by what I just heard but it made me happy to hear she was now confident enough to say that. A dumb smile sprawled across my face and I was about to say more when she quickly got up and practically sprinted to her room. I caught a glimpse of her face before she got up and her eyes were sealed shut and she was as red as I’d ever seen her. I kind of expected this reaction so I was glad to have made some progress with her at least. Her papers were still on the floor so I picked them up and left them in a pile outside her door. It was getting late so I decided to go back to my room as well.

It was one of those nights I couldn’t sleep. There was no apparent reason behind it. I just lay in my bed wrapped by a blanket scrolling endlessly through Instagram, mindlessly liking the posts that flashed past my eyes. It was on sleepless nights like these I was the most observant. It was 4 am and I felt like the only person in the world, lying in my tiny cramped dorm room. I stared at the ceiling and tried to fall asleep. I shut my eyes and thought I might actually catch some Zs but suddenly I picked up on a mild sound. It was coming from the wall to the left of me. On the other side of that wall was Amy’s room. It sounded like her, but I didn’t think she’d be up this late at night. I didn’t want to intrude on her privacy but I was curious so I reluctantly put my ear up the wall and listened in. I got a small earful of what going on and I was shocked when I finally made sense of the muffled sounds coming from her room. It was definitely Amy and she was moaning and whimpering as if she was being fucked. “*Oh fuck yes… yes… yes ahhh…”.* I guess she had a boyfriend, which made part of me happy that she wasn’t a complete loner, but for some reason, part of me was disappointed that it wasn’t me cuddling up with her. I never even looked at Amy that way but hearing her soft moans of sexual delight through the thin walls of the dorm made me see her in a new light. I was listening intently at this point, kind of turned on by the fact I was hearing something I shouldn’t when she said something which made my whole body freeze up.

“*Oh yes Ray… fuck me… like a whore”*. Reyes is my first name and *Ray* was the nickname I told Amy she could call me when we first met. She wasn’t being fucked. She was playing with herself… *thinking of me?* I listened in with my ear practically glued to the wall. I was definitely hearing right. She said my name a couple times again and sometimes I could even make out the soft wet sounds of her pussy being rubbed. I listened with an immense hard on throughout the entire session, up until the climax where she had an intense orgasm and let out a whispered moan in her high pitched voice. It was silent for a moment after that until she spoke once again. *”I’m cute”* she said to herself. It was the same thing I told her when we were sitting at the table in the common area. I didn’t know if I was hearing correctly but I could swear she started crying after that. I was shocked but also kinda creeped out in a way. I slumped down in my bed and couldn’t stop myself from jerking off. Needless to say I bust pretty quickly. I didn’t know what to think. Was this the reason she was so shy? I decided at that moment it would become my goal to get closer to Amy. Little did I know this goal was shared by the girl sitting on the other side of the wall. And to her, it would be more of an obsession than a goal.

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Thanks for reading part 1 of my new story. The story isn’t done yet as there’s still so much to write about. I hope you enjoyed the 1st part so far and if you are enjoying and would be interested to read more, let me know and I’ll get started on Part 2.

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