“You fucking bitch! Stop stealing my bras!” Frieda shouted as she tore one of her nicer bras off her roommate Kasey’s body exposing her breasts to the chill in the room and making her nipples go hard.
“And you stop stealing my jeans!” Kasey shouted back before grabbing the belt line of one of her pairs of jeans and pulling them down, struggling to get them past Frieda’s supple backside.
“You weren’t using them, they were just in one of your piles of clothes you leave everywhere so I washed them and wore them,” Frieda retorted before she was tripped and her roommate pulled the jeans off her legs before shouting in complaint and grabbing the underwear too, pulling it off Frieda’s hips and exposing her. They both stood up glowering, Kasey naked from the waist up and Frieda naked from the waste down.
“I have a system,” Kasey retorted.
“And why does that system involve clothes from my dresser?” Frieda demanded with a motion towards her furniture.
“I have a date tonight, I can’t wear dirty clothes,” Kasey yawned before her roommate slapped her. She slapped Frieda back and Frieda tackled her into one of her piles of clothes. They screeched at one another and rolled around on the floor trying to get the upper hand. When pain didn’t work they both tried pleasure. Frieda pinned Kasey down and her hands raised before grabbing her naked breasts and starting to massage them. Kasey responded by reaching down and shoving a few fingers up Frieda’s vagina. Frieda moaned before Kasey spilled her off her body and scrambled back to her feet.
“You cheated!” Frieda exclaimed.
“You cheated first!” Kasey shouted back before both girls stomped to their sides of the room and glowered.
Kasey actually had to do a lid of laundry, it was horrible. She had to keep track of it and kept forgetting about it, and some dude moved her clothes from the washer and put his own in the dryer making her wait even longer.
“See, this is why I don’t do laundry,” Kasey muttered as she pulled her half dried clothes out of the machine, needing to get moving for her date already. Frieda had so many clean clothes, why couldn’t she just share?
Frieda meanwhile glanced behind her at all the piles of filthy shirts and pants her roommate kept in massive piles. Kasey had such nice clothes but rarely wore anything beyond the same three outfits and left the rest to wrinkle and smell.
“She isn’t even using them, so what if I take an article or two?” Frieda asked with a wave of her hand and turn back to her schoolwork.
They were both angry for the rest of the night. Frieda unable to focus on her schoolwork and Kasey unable to enjoy her date. They both wanted access to their roommate’s clothes and to protect their own and both thought and thought hard on a way to achieve that goal.