---In the first month of my first semester, in my very first dorm room, I managed to upset my first ever roommate to the point that she moved out. Maybe back home, who knows. I never even heard from the student housing people- chick was gone and the double room was all mine. Here's why:
I masturbate a lot. Back then even more than I do now, because I had a lot of fantasies and very few, and very unsatisfying partners. During the first night in the room together, I was breaking the ice with a small bottle of whiskey and some lemonade from the vending machine, when I made some lewd but comical almost cartoonish gestures,
"Mmmm, goddam I love whiskey! I just wanna, mmmm ummm, you know?" It was then that I started going down on the bottle, like funny fellatio. That chick didn't really get it, kind of rolled her eyes. I wasn't sure of her vibe, she had mentioned a boyfriend, so to feel her out, I casually unpacked my box of vibes and dildos and butt plugs while I talked to her about them.
"Oh yeah, if you don't like big dildos you should try this little gal, its like a vibrating egg, mostly for your clit but you can put just the tip..." She wasn't having it. Started texting and then quickly said she had to go. She didn't come back till the middle of the night.

The next morning, waking up, she was still there. Since I'm not some kind of horrible roommate, I really did want to have a friendship with her- just on my terms- I was very quiet. I headed to the shower, took my stuff, took my quietest vibrator, trying not to wake this chick up. But when I was in the shower I just kept thinking about going down on her, I imagined I was her first girl, and honestly, my orgasm was pretty loud. I should mention that each double dorm room shared a bathroom with the double room to the other side. It was a big tiled room that echoed. The girls from the other side came in and asked through the curtain if I was ok, and that's when my roommate came in as well.
"Yeah, I'm better than ok. Just getting off. I'm almost done in here" The other girls laughed and said something like - Oh ok, that's cool- one girl said "You do you. You girls have fun"
That did not sit well with my roommate. I don't think she wanted the other girls in the dorm thinking of her quite like that.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?! Now they think I'm some sort of..." she searched for the right word, to not sound like a bigot "...some sort of bull dyke". She did not find the right word.

It was at this point I'd had enough. Not only do I have to hide who I am in my own room, but even hiding in the bathroom to masturbate was going to piss her off? She didn't come back that night at all which I thought was odd, then the next afternoon, the day before classes started, she was there with her boyfriend, packing up a big bag. I asked if she was leaving, and she said no, that she might just stay with her guy that night. But I started putting on the charm with him, acting a tiny bit flirty, but more flirty with her. I certainly had his attention. I suggested we all go down to behind the maintenance building where people smoked, to share a joint. My roommate's eyes got big and angry, but her boyfriend was very agreeable. Then later, I mixed a couple drinks, we all were pretty fucked up, and I'd convinced them we should just watch a movie, chill, stay here tonight. I was smoothing things over...for my big performance.

That night I didn't even use a quiet vibrator, I used my big guy, a toy called the Well Hung Unicorn... it was pink and swirly and shaped how you might imagine it- other than the colors its ultra realistic. Not only did it vibrate loud, my pussy made great wet fucking sounds when I really started to get close. I added my little butt plug to clench against and held the egg vibe to my clit while the Unicorn made great slurping sounds in my pussy. But the key here was, I breathlessly, silently got off, so that chick couldn't say I was moaning and making a scene. I was trying to be discrete and stuff...turns out that's not how she saw it.
"Fuck this, we're outta here." that chick hissed. Her guy pleaded "No, babe, its fine, just...we can do stuff too" It sounded like she was a combination of shocked and betrayed. "Nooooo! Are you kidding? Get dressed. She's disgusting!" Her guy tried to mend bridges.
"Its not disgusting- you're not disgusting, its just...we can hear you"
So i tried to mend a few bridges. "Oh, you can? I'm sorry I woke you." Apparently that was a bridge too far.

Done and done. That chick wasn't having it. The following afternoon, her stuff was gone and I had a double room to myself. Double room, and a bathroom to share with two other cute girls with much cooler attitudes.

*******end of part 1*******

As is often the case, I let my fantasies take over. I wasn't really getting much action the first couple of weeks and this was tragic to me. Back then, having just come out as bi-sexual before I graduated, I was over eager to experiment. I was learning that I was different than other bi-girls I knew. The girls I invited over, they were very reserved. They wanted to cuddle and fool around a little. I didn't push any of them, I really do respect girls trying to figure it out, but I made an extreme decision.
I had lecture hall class where I sat next to Jamal, a guy on the football team, who may have been trying to figure out his sexuality, I don't know or don't remember. I started telling him how my roommate still hadn't come back.
"Its kind of embarrassing, so please don't tell people, but she moved out because she caught me masturbating."
He nearly played it cool, but he gulped when he said something like "Oh that's not cool." So I pushed a bit more "Yeah, now I'm just all alone in there, but at least I get to masturbate, if I feel like it."
( Ha, if I felt like it!? Please ) "It must be sooo, hard being guy roommates trying to hide masturbating from each other, its so, you know, messy." He fumbled "Yeah, I don't really do that..."
"What?! Yes you do, all guys masturbate."
"Well yeah, of course" Jamal admitted fairly cool. Now I was warming him up. "But I can't do it in my room, you don't want to have people walking in on you."
Very quickly I made my move, "I'm sorry, that sucks. You can masturbate in my room..."
Silence. Jamal looked around to see if anyone had heard me. "I mean, as long as you clean-up and are gone when I get back, sure. Light a candle, don't leave your jock BO in my room."
He was shaky. "Uh...wow. Thats,,,ok"

Now I was getting carried away, letting my fantasies run my life. When I get into one of these spells, its like there's another person making the decisions. That person desperately wanted to watch cum spurt out of this boy. I wanted to see what he did after he got off. I wanted to watch girls masturbate, see what their technique was. I wanted to see if gay guys masturbated differently. Wanted to see if I could get a straight girl to masturbate in my room. But most certainly, I was going to be in the room where it happened.

It was only a few hrs later Jamal messaged me, asking when he could come over. Ten minutes later he was there and i told him i hadn't expected him so soon.
Jamal stammered "I know, its just, I had practice and I was so turned on the whole time..." See what I mean? He was turned on...at practice?
"Practice turned you on, big guy?" I asked joking with him.
"No, I meant the cheerleaders practicing on the next field."
I set the hook, "Ok, no judgment, but here's the thing- i gotta finish this paper. I'm just going to stay on this side, earbuds in. You take as long as you want- on that side. Also not on my bed. Just sit in that chair."
"OK, this is awesome, thank you so much."
I played my dumb girl role, "Can't. Hear. You!" and i gave him the thumbs up.

After my room mate unexpectedly left, I moved both of the stand up wardrobes to separate the room and create an office and bedroom situation- a decorative decision I was applauding myself for now. With Jamal in the chair facing the window, I hoped to catch his reflection and I did to a degree. The sun was weird but i could make out that he was undressing!! So happy. He had a massive frame but i couldn't really see his cock. Jamal took awhile getting going, looking at his phone. But then I saw his forearm was really moving with long stokes, slower at first. I liked that. I also liked how long the strokes were, imagining a greasy jet black cock.

I reached up into my little cut-off pj shorts, pushed aside my thick outer lips and pressed hard against my clit. It was already swelling and sooo slippery, but i didn’t try to get off- it takes me awhile. I did try to take a quick vid with my phone but i couldn't get it to focus. And then he was finishing. I put down the phone and just watched this mountain of a man arch his head and neck, back stiffened and then he groaned (obviously I never turned my earbuds on...) I swore I saw in the reflection a spray of cum, lit by the sun, splash off his chest. That's some distance. Jamal took awhile cleaning up, but then comically tiptoed out into the office side.
He spoke up a bit, "I hope I wasn't too loud. I cleaned up, you'll never know i was there. Because, I'd like to come back again, you know?"
"Great!" and gave him the thumbs up, pretending not to hear or care.
"Ok cool, I'll hit you up....and girl, you know, I could see your reflection in the window, peeking at my reflection..." and with that Jamal left.
********end of part 2*********