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It started on Thursday. The first Thursday of the semester. Yep, four days in, and Weiss had apparently achieved enough comfort around Emerald already to start masturbating in her bed, right below her.
That part about comfort was a joke, of course. Every interaction Emerald had with her new roommate thus far had been nothing less than tense and testy. Weiss was so weirdly territorial for someone who had willingly chosen to live on-campus in a tiny dorm room. “All for the authentic college experience,” she had explained it. Oh yeah, nothing more authentic than a girl attending five semesters at five different universities before this one to “just find the one that fits best.” Emerald had heard her say that on the first day she met her, and she was already dreading the semester. Just her luck to get assigned to a room with a snobby rich girl who would bite your hand off for touching her stuff.
Maybe she was worried about Emerald finding her sex toy collection, Emerald thought humorously as she laid on her top bunk, staring at the ceiling while listening to the subtle sounds beneath her. A slight rhythmic movement made her long, narrow mattress wobble slightly, and she could hear Weiss’ breathing, taking in deep breaths, then sighing. Weiss was obviously trying to keep quiet, but it wasn’t working. Not in a completely silent little room that was only occasionally graced by the sound of the AC turning on.
Emerald considered saying something, because to be fair, Weiss was keeping her awake. Emerald had every right. Though it’s not like she had much going on tomorrow; she only had one class at 1:30 in the afternoon on Fridays. But still, it was a bit annoying, yet really funny. Was Weiss that horny of a person to be so risky just to get off?
Whatever the case might be, Emerald said nothing and remained completely still and quiet until Weiss finished. And Emerald certainly knew when that was, as signaled by a poorly-stifled moan. That was the only point in the night when Emerald was a bit…affected. If there was one thing that turned her on, it was hearing other people moan. It was easy to ignore, at least. And now that Weiss would finally roll over and go to sleep, Emerald could get some sleep as well.
That night was the first of many. It felt all too normal already.