My Lost Soul Mate And I Still Miss Her

I got to college full of wonder and excitement. I checked into the dorm and met my new roommate. She was every boy's dream girl. She had already unpacked and taken the bunk by the window, and half of the closet. She helped me unpack, and she insisted on taking each one of my panties out of my suitcase, examining them, smelling them, before putting in them in the bureau beside her panties. I thought it was weird, but I had never been roommates with a girl.

She asked me if I was there for the college experience. She found out after a couple of questions that I was still a virgin, and she said priority number one was getting me laid. She took over my social life, we did everything together. She liked having me in the stall with her when she peed, and asking me to pee afterwards. It was sitting on the toilet that she kissed me and told me that I was her girlfriend.

She got in bed with me that night and ate me. She gave me her pussy for eating but I wasn't sure I could. She kissed me several times, opened her legs and said for me to eat her pussy. I finally gave in, it was OK, but also different. We became active sexually, almost every day sexually. Even on our periods. I went to class and ran across campus to walk with her to her next class, I ran back to the dorm to be with her, I went out with her everywhere. In the dorm they called us Siamese twins because were stuck together.

A party came up, a frat party which she had avoided from the beginning. She knew this frat boy that was going and she told me it was time for me to get laid and get that over with. We met up with the boy and they agreed to take me upstairs to a room. My roommate stayed with me the entire time, and after he was done he left and she took care of me. One and done, she told me, I didn't have to do that again.

By the end of the semester, it felt like we had been together for ever. We each went home looking forward to the next semester. She didn't show up for the next semester, no news, no notice. On the third day I got a call from her mother. If I would be so nice as to pack her things and mail them to her. No, her daughter would not be back to school. 'Be a dear now' and she hung up.

I never heard from her or anything about her. I mailed her a letter but never got an answer. I had my one semester, one and done. I didn't date the rest of the time I was in college. I ended up marrying a guy who I met at work and we moved to Denver.