Early morning sunlight is streaming into the kitchen when I awake on the first day of our summer vacation from school. Our place is very cute – a little three bedroom townhouse-style apartment near campus. I’m staying in our little university town, as is my roommate Jenna, but our other roommate Hannah left last week for a couple of months overseas. We couldn’t really afford to leave the room empty for two months, so Hannah got someone to sublet her room over the summer.
No sooner have I filled the kettle and put it on the stove than my roommate Jenna pads into the kitchen in bare feet. Jenna and I are the best of best friends and part of the reason for that is the way we live our lives so similarly. She loves being up early with the sun, and so do I. We also both love swimming, and reading, and are taking a lot of the same classes at school. We don’t look much alike, though. She has waist-length straight honey blonde hair that never seems to tangle, freckles just across the bridge of her nose, and a tiny waist, flat stomach, and full breasts. I don’t have the long legs she has, though I’m well-proportioned – just petite. I wear my hair long as well, though it’s dark and wavy, and my eyes are hazel where hers are a magical green. I’m fair where she’s golden and tan, and my breasts and hips are smaller, and my freckles dust more of my body.
“Good morning,” Jenna says to me, stretching her arms over her head. Her tiny nightgown rides up, showing a tantalizing amount of hip. She smiles and embraces me, rubbing her soft cheek on mine. I kiss her gently, to say good morning, and her lips are as soft as they always are. She pulls away to get cups out of the top shelf of the cupboard, and as she reaches up I’m treated to her nightgown riding up again, showing me the bottom curve of her ass, and I know she hasn’t got any panties on. I’m not wearing much more, in fact – we’ve never had to worry about it before, living in a house of girls.
See, when Hannah told us she was leaving, we looked and looked for a girl who would be staying in the city for the summer, but we couldn’t find anyone. And so we have Jamie. He’s six-foot-three with broad shoulders and strong arms. He’s doing a graduate research project at our university over the summer, so not only is he gorgeous, he’s also terribly smart.
Fortunately, unlike us, Jamie loves to sleep in.
I pour the hot water to steep our tea and Jenna leans against the counter. “I wonder how late he stayed up studying last night,” she sighs. Also unlike us, Jamie is actually serious about getting some work done this summer, while Jenna and I are taking a single elective class just for an excuse to stay in town rather than going home to our parents.
“You just want him to see you in that little nightgown before you have to get changed into real clothing for school,” I tease.
“What?” she says hotly, blushing. “No! I just, we just don’t see him very often, and – well,” she chews her lip. “Okay, maybe I have a bit of a crush on him.”