Vicky woke up tired and crabby. Her clock showed that it was almost noon! She'd missed her morning class, but...it wasn't really a problem. Even with distracted as she had been lately, she could ace any exam Professor Daniels threw at her. She stumbled out of her room, heading for the bathroom.
At the same time, the door opened, and her roommate, Sam, came out, wearing nothing but a towel. Immediately Vicky felt her nipples harden, and an uncomfortable need grow in her crotch, which felt very warm as blood rushed to it. Sam was a pretty, athletic girl, and the sight of her body immediately filled Vicky's mind with unwholesome fantasies.
"Good morning, Vick!" Sam gave her a kiss on the cheek. Sam was totally into guys, but that didn't stop her from being casually intimate with her friends. She would often kiss, hug, or cuddle with Vicky, which was simply maddening to her.
She'd love to have sex with Sam, but she knew nothing could come of it. A little voice in her head reminded her of her invention, but no, she couldn't do that! Sam was her best friend!
She mumbled something and headed into the bathroom. There was a playful swat on her behind from Sam's towel, which meant that...
Sam. Naked. Her brain couldn't handle it, and she retreated into the bathroom. A cold shower was in order!
After she got out, feeling normal again, she found Sam wearing workout clothes, laying with her back on their oak coffee table, and lifting with free weights. Sam's wardrobe could be defined as "sexy tomboy", right now she was wearing boy shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt that said "Property of Bonyari High School", a reference to an anime Sam liked. Said shirt was cut off about an inch below her breasts (currently restrained by a sports bra), showing off her taut belly.
"Hey, feeling better? I put some coffee on for you. Working late at the lab again?"
"Yeah. And thanks." She got the life enhancing chemical and sat down, trying not to stare at her friend.
Sam sat up, sighing as she ran her fingers over her abdomen. "Stupid girl body. I'd kill for some abs!"
"I don't know what you're complaining about, you look amazing!" Vicky blurted out, and took a drink to cover her blush.
Completely oblivious, Sam shook her head. "I mean, I guess I do look pretty good. But I want some muscle, damn it!"
"Aren't guys intimidated by buff girls?" Vicky was about as strong as a middle schooler, with arms and legs that could be charitably described as "pipe cleaners" or "noodles".
"Oh is that why you never exercise?" Sam grinned mischievously. "Afraid the boys won't think you're cute anymore?"
Vicky frowned. "Nobody thinks I'm cute."
Sam got up and hugged her from behind, nuzzling her hair. "For such a smart girl, you are so wrong! Anyways, I think you're very cute!"
Vicky felt very uncomfortable. Her body was on fire, her brain was going "yes, yes, YES!" but she knew nothing could come of it. She'd never even admitted to Sam that she was attracted to girls- and Sam was like the big sister she'd never had! "Whatever."
"Anyways," Sam said, walking to the couch, giving Vicky a great view of her backside, the lower part of her buttocks visible, as her shorts had ridden up a little. "I don't care. If a guy has a problem with me having some muscle, he can go jump into the river! The only person I have to impress is myself."
"I wish I could be like you."
"Aww, honey. If you took care of yourself more, you could, I know it. Hey, do you want to come to that party this weekend?"
"No." This was the third time Sam had asked.
Sam shook her head. "It's because Georgia is going to be there, right? That bitch, if she messes with you, I'll knock out those pretty teeth of hers!"
"Please don't. You'd just get in trouble, Georgia's family is rich. I wouldn't want you to get expelled because of me."
Sam made a low growling noise. It was probably intimidating, but all Vicky could think was how sexy it sounded. "It'd be worth it to knock her down a peg! They stripped you to your underwear and stuffed you into a locker! A locker!" She slammed her fist into the palm of her other hand. "And when the janitor let you out, everyone got to see you in your skivvies!"
Vicky hadn't forgotten. She'd wanted to die right there. Fortunately, Sam had come up and wrapped her in a jacket, and carried her home in her arms. Her anger and embarrassment warred with the memory of how safe she'd felt in Sam's arms...
"Whatever. We'll graduate before she does, and in ten years, we'll still be young, and she'll probably have three kids and be married to some loser." But try as she might, she couldn't picture Georgia as being overweight and old.
"Oh man, that'd be good revenge. Anyways, I'm going to go for a run, you take care, ok?" She ran her fingers through Vicky's hair as she passed by.
That felt really good, and Vicky wished she had the guts to ask her friend to not stop.
Wait. Georgia was going to be at a party? No doubt drinking despite being 20. There'd be a lot of girls there... "Hey Sam, I change my mind, I think I will go. But I don't have anything to wear."
"Woah, really? Don't you worry, we can go shopping tomorrow. I know just the thing!"