At Her Service - Ch. 1 (Commission)

A big thanks to our single Platinum-tier member Matt for commissioning this extended-length story!

I must be the luckiest guy in this whole college!

It's not that easy to find good roommates, from what my folks say. You never know when you might get stuck with some would-be axe murderer or party animal. Heck, my dad told me he had a roommate once who still peed the bed! Seems like there are more than enough weirdos out there to go around - which is why, again, I'm pretty sure I got the best housing assignment in this entire place.

For starters, most of these crappy dorms hold four people; I was lucky enough to get one of the new ones with only two. Second, this entire side of the building has, like, 80 percent girls, so you know I'm going to have lots of good company. Heh-heh. And third? Well, let me put it this way...

You know how people say Angelina Jolie is hot? Or Selena Gomez? Or Emma Stone? Yeah, they got nothing on my new roommate.

Abby's incredible. Tall - maybe even a bit taller than me. Dark shoulder-length hair and blue eyes. Killer cheekbones. Delicious-looking ass. And boobs? Well, she can't be any lower than a D, surely...

Oh, yeah. Then add to all that her confident smile, and the skimpy tops and tiny booty shorts she loves to wear, and... well, she's every guy's wet dream come true.

She's a junior. She's on the volleyball team, of course. Says she's going to major in psychology; her old man says she should double-major, but she doesn't have time for that. She's far too busy "studying" - that is to say, hanging out with her friends at their dorms, and going out on the town on weekends, and sleeping in until noon...

Oh, me? You want to know about me? I'm nothing super special, I guess. Name's Matt. Pretty average height for a guy. Brown hair, though Abby said I should try dyeing it sometime. Not super ripped yet, but I do get to the gym a few times a week. And at least my folks paid for braces and stuff, so my teeth are at least presentable...

I just started college here last month. Taking care of some of my prerequisite courses this first semester - so that means taking stupid writing and math and chemistry courses even though I'd much rather study stuff like history. My folks think I should do engineering or something, but man, I don't know. It just sounds pretty tough...

Anyway, where was I? Oh, that's right - I was going to tell you about what Abby told me this morning!

So there I was, washing the dishes in our little kitchen area. I know - not a lot of fun when you don't have a dishwasher. But it's not bad, I guess. At least it doesn't take as much time as scrubbing the bathroom or sweeping the floors does... Anyway, I was finishing up the dishes when Abby came out. Damn - I mean, you know, even in just her shorts and a sweatshirt and no makeup she's just, like, so pretty...

So I tell her good morning, and she says she wants some coffee. Of course I get some going right away - I love getting to be the one to make it for her. And once it's brewed and she's out of the bathroom, I give it to her in that old Disney World mug of hers. And you know what she said? She said it was some of the best coffee she's ever had! I know, right?

But that wasn't all. Once I was done with the dishes, she said I should come over to the couch - she had something to ask me. Of course I did - and I'll tell you, my heart was skipping a few beats when I sat down beside her. "Hey, you're such a sweetie, you know that?" she tells me, in that lovely blunt way of hers. "Making me coffee and everything - you're a pretty sweet guy!"

I don't know if cool dudes are supposed to blush, but I sure was. "Aww, it's nothing," I told her, not knowing what else to say. Ever feel your brain just turn to mush - and then it's only three hours later that you finally come up with the smart stuff you should have said? Yeah, that was me. Dammit, I remember thinking at the time. She must think I'm such a dork...

But then she did it - she actually put her hand on mine. It was so cool and soft, and it sent electric tingles racing up and down my spine. "I don't suppose you'd have a tiny bit more time to help me, would you?" She took another sip of coffee and flashed that dazzling smile. "You see, I promised Sara I'd go over and help with that group project this afternoon. And the thing is, I never got my laundry put away from a few days ago. Soo... I don't suppose you'd have time to be awesome and fold it for me, hmm? Please?"

I still don't know what I really said. But I think it must have been something along the lines of "Sure, yeah, of course, definitely, why not?" Of course I was over the moon. She, my gorgeous supermodel of a roommate, was asking me if I wouldn't mind touching and folding her clothes? Even her- her, underwear?

Fuck, yeah! That's what I meant, man. I really must be the luckiest guy in the world! Because as close as we're getting already, I wouldn't be at all surprised if we start doing - you know - something much more exciting soon... Heh-heh!

***

God, he's such a pathetic loser, isn't he?

I've met a dozen guys like him already in my time here. So dumb. So inexperienced. So clearly a complete and utter virgin. So ready to do anything and everything for a girl, just so long as she gives him a smile or a pat on the back now and then...

Oh, I don't mean to say I want to use Matt! It's just that... I dunno. His type is just so damn fun to play with. And I am busy, doing all this third-year upper-level course shit and volleyball stuff and everything. So, well... when you've got a roommate who is stupid enough to do anything you ask him to, it's just being smart to let him do it!

For the record, I never told him he had to wash the dishes. I just happened to mention how my hands hurt after being in hot water. And I never begged him to sweep the floors every week. That was his call - though I suppose I might have mentioned once how dirty the floor on his side of the dorm looked...

You see? I'm not making the guy do anything! At the most, I simply ask politely for a favor. Like this morning, when I asked him to fold my laundry. Ugh, I hate folding so much... But you see? He was practically pissing himself with excitement - probably at the thought of getting to touch my panties...

Eww, I guess that is a little pervy.

Not that he'll ever get closer than that, though - not if I have anything to say about it. He'll never be the type to sweep me off my feet. Besides, I happen to know, on good information, that he's pretty pathetic down there. See, a friend of mine is dating one of the guys on the football team, and he said he was in the gym the other day changing and happened to see Matt in the shower. Now I guess he could have been exaggerating, but from what he said poor little Matt is going to have a hard time getting a girl to feel much of anything...

Hah, whatever. None of my business. As long as he gets my coffee and cleans up around our shitty dorm, I really don't care how small his dick is. And if I'm stuck with him for the next year, I might as well make a bit more fun for both of us... right?

***

Oh my god. This is heaven.

Here I am, my trembling hands reaching down into this heap of laundry. I'm really doing it: folding the clothes of my bombshell of a roommate. Her shirts, and shorts, and footie socks. Here's one of her bras... Oh my god. And look! Even her- her panties...

My fingers are shaking as I hold it up: a blue lacy thong. Holy shit. It's so- so soft. I bet she looks incredible wearing it... I feel my jeans tightening as I run my fingers over the material, heart racing as I touch the place where- where-

And then my right hand is slipping downward to massage my dick as it stiffens within my pants. Oh my god. I can see her now, her skin so nude and alluring. She standing there before me, slipping off that bra of hers to reveal her lovely breasts... She's smiling at me and telling me to take off those panties of hers, whispering how badly she wants me... Oh, oh, oh my god-

"What's going on in here?"

I whirl around, my face petrified in shock as I catch sight of Abby in the doorway. She's smirking, her eyes sliding down to gaze at the hand I have cupped over my crotch. "Did I interrupt something? Wait... Were you- Matt, what are you doing with my underwear?"

If only I could find something to say.

***

"Hey, Matt! Don't let up there, okay? I thought you had muscles!"

Dammit, I'm in trouble! Here I am, bending over my insanely sexy roommate. She's face-down on the bed, and I'm in the midst of delivering what is a first for me... a massage.

Yes, you read that right. A massage. You see, ever since this afternoon, when Abby came back and discovered me touching myself while folding her laundry, she's been acting super strange. "I guess I really can't let you out of my sight around here, can I?" she sighed in seeming exasperation, shaking her head at the incriminating damp spot in my jeans. "Come on, I get now that you clearly like me. But I can't have you slipping off and jerking off over me on the sly like some creep, okay? Besides, if you really like me, it only makes sense to spend more time together, right?"

Of course I couldn't refuse. So once the laundry was folded, I set to work sweeping the floor while she watched. And then I rearranged her room for her. And then, even though that energy drink from lunchtime was running through me and I really, really needed to go to the bathroom, I couldn't resist the final request: to give the girl of my dreams a back rub.

It's incredible to be touching her body, to actually let my fingers run over her skin. She's just so beautiful, and here I am actually getting to be so close and intimate... Ouch. Damn my bladder! Surely I can hold it until this is over. Sure, I haven't been able to go since - well, since before I'd made that sticky mess in my boxers. But surely I can wait just a bit longer, just until I'm done touching her heavenly skin...

Turns out I can't.

I freeze as I feel the first warm spurt seeping through my pants and down my leg, followed closely by another. No, fuck, no! This can't possibly be happening. I can't possibly be peeing my pants right here, right in front of the girl I like more than anything. Gotta run - gotta get out before she notices-

Of course she notices. And as she sits up and glances with widening eyes at my now-dripping jeans, I spot an odd smile flickering across her face. A smile that, if I'd be slightly more intelligent, should probably send me running for the hills...

(To be continued!)