Mel and Phillipa were walking back to their dorm after hooking up with some sorority girls for the fifth or sixth time that night; Mel had lost track, and Phillipa didn’t care much to keep count.
Mel was thoroughly enjoying the scent of their shared perfume, still emanating off her and Phillipa’s body. They’d gotten it from Irene, one of the horse herms on campus.
Something was telling Mel that her and Phillipa shouldn’t have been talking to Irene, but she quickly dashed those thoughts away. Being trans women, most regular humans didn’t bother with Phillipa and Mel, or in the case of most men, tried to sleep with them. Mel and Phillipa weren’t attracted to men at all, so they avoided most humans. Horse herms, on the other hand, mostly had sex with other horse herms. Even in the case of almost-relationship she and Phillipa had with Steph and Tiffany, neither Mel or Phillipa wanted to touch Tiffany or Steph’s horse parts, which made it quite difficult - and yet, still a bit heartbreaking when they acquired sex with others instead.
Mel’s head was racing. She shook her head, realizing that she was probably overthinking again. Everything felt so confusing. She looked over at her partner in crime, Phillipa. Phillipa seemed so content with everything, her eyes spacey, her long blonde hair flowing in the wind. Mel was even a bit jealous - aside from her height and the bulge in her pants, Phillipa looked like a cis woman. Maybe Phillipa’s makeup was heavy and what you’d call whorish, but Mel appreciated that, especially since she put just as much effort into her own, more gothic makeup. Still, Mel refused to acknowledge that she herself was just as passing as Phillipa was.
Mel knew Phillipa probably had the same dysphoric thoughts as her, but the two never discussed it. In fact, the two didn’t discuss much. There was one burning question in Mel’s mind, though.
“Does Phillipa feel the same way about me?” She thought to herself. Shaking these thoughts away, Mel continued walking, trying to ignore them. She’d lusted after Phillipa, sure, but the two of them were simply girls that fucked other girls and helped each other get laid. That was it. She didn’t wanna ruin that with any kind of failed romantic relationship.
Mel’s thoughts were interrupted by the two of them arriving back at their dorm. Mel unlocked the door and flopped down on her bed.
“Like, did you see the way those two sluts were begging us to say? That one girl Trixie totally would’ve, like, married me or something. *giggle*” Phillipa said, undressing.
Mel’s mind went blank as she watched her admittedly extremely attractive roommate pull off her clothes. Her mind wandered to Phillipa’s tits - a solid pair of B-cups, firm and proud on the blonde’s hairless chest.
Mel tried not to stare. Phillipa was definitely comfortable nude around her, and Mel didn’t want to take advantage.
Suddenly, though, Mel was shocked by her naked roommate flopping down next to her.
“Hey, like, somethin’ wrong? You’ve been, like, totally quiet since we left. That girl Maria was in to you as much as Trixie wanted me, Mel.” Phillipa said gently. However, Mel’s eyes wandered to Phillipa’s naked cock, now turning erect as she thought about the co-eds they’d hooked up with.
“And Maria was even hotter than Trixie. Like, her tits the size of her head!” Phillipa giggled out, motioning with her hands and making her own tits jiggle rapidly.
Mel felt her own cock harden, tenting her short black skirt. Mel’s pale face turned bright red as she tried to hide it-
“See girl! I knew you thought she was hot too. What’s goin’ on? You just, like, tired and stuff?” Phillipa said, staring at the bulge in Mel’s skirt.
“Uh… yeah, I guess I am. Wanna try and get some sleep?” Mel said.
“Good point. We got, like, ten more girls to fuck tomorrow! And I keep, like, getting more numbers. I’m sure you do too, miss big round goth ass. *giggle*” Phillipa said. Without warning, Phillipa smacked Mel’s ass.
Mel tried her best not to moan. She couldn’t believe this. Phillipa was so hot, and that was such a dirty thing to do… but she was just appreciating her friend, right? There was nothing deeper in that…
Phillipa, still naked and hard as a rock, stood up and yawned, heading to her own bed. “Night roomie!” She said with a smile.