College Freshmen Roommate Hookup with a 36DD Girl “Fuck, man. Carrying all this shit up these stairs is a bitch,” my friend, well, now roommate, Jack complains to me. “It was your idea to get a place upstairs,” I quibble in response. “Yeah, well I didn’t think about the stairs.” My friend and I are a couple of kids entering their freshman year at Hillside College. I know, sounds pretty generic, right? But hey, it’s a good start in a new place for us. “Johnny, go back down and grab the last few boxes.” “Let’s just go get them together,” I say. “Naw man.” “Why not?” “Because I’m too busy testing out the new couch,” he says as he jumps onto our small, yet quite comfy two seater leather couch. “Whatever,” I say breathlessly. I head back down the three flights of stairs to my red, beat up, 1986 Honda Civic, where the last of our shit resides. As I struggle to hold the boxes and close the trunk, I hear a voice. “Moving in?” Now I’m no poet or romantic of any sort, but the one word I’d use to describe this voice would be angelic. And in case you were wondering, but it wasn’t a man’s voice I was hearing. Not to say a man can’t have the voice of an angel or anything. I shut my trunk, which reveals to me the owner of the whimsical voice; a girl, with flowing red hair, wearing a similarly flowing white, sleeveless, low cut shirt with lace running along the side which allows the straps of her pink bra to be shown off. You can also see the tops of her bra peek out along with the generous amounts of cleavage that the low cut offers to the eyes. Her breasts are at least a high C cup, probably a D. …the next moment changed everything
