How I became a slut

My college roommate was such a bitch. She used to take messages from boys and never give them to me, leave the place a mess all the time, and make me do her laundry.

She was also hot as hell. She was 5’9″, long straight brown hair, hazel almond shaped eyes, mediterranean skin and big, full luscious lips. Her chest was a healthy 38D and she had an ass to match. Her legs were so long, and shapely and beautiful. She knew she had me wrapped around her little finger.

I was no slouch myself – 36C-24-34, blonde hair, blue eyes – pretty in your typical, white-bread kind of way. I was kind of shy then, too, and very accomodating when someone asked something of me. Which is why she could push me around so well.

One day it got out of hand. She came home with a bunch of her rowdy girlfriends, and woke me up (it was 1am). I came out and she basically laughed at me for being upset.

She then turned really strange and said I had “humiliated” her in front of her friends and that I would have to pay for it. She said in my ear if I didn’t do what she said right now, she would tell them all about what she read in my diary – that was enough to drop me to immediate submission. I can’t even tell you NOW what she was referring to back then, it’s too embarrassing.