Standing at a counter in the administration building while she waited for her room assignment, Nami smiled as the woman finally turned around handing her a set of keys and a slip of paper. "Thanks, cutie." she said to the office worker, flirting with her as she turned around to leave. "I hope she understands who I stuck her with." the office worker said, shaking her head as Nami walked out the door.

Outside the building Nami unfolded the piece of paper and read:

Roommate: Nique Zaierra

"Well I guess I should head for the dorms now. I can always look around the campus after I get unpacked." she said, walking down the path and finding a sign which pointed her in the direction of the dorms. Finally finding them she was about to head for the dorms when she spotted a girl in between two of the dormitories. Thinking that she may be able to tell her where to find her roommate she walked into the alleyway, noticing that the other girl was smoking.

"Hey there. Would you happen to know where I could find a......" she looked down at the paper and asked "...Nique Zaierra?" As the other girl turned towards Nami she would see that Nami was dressed in a tight red button up tanktop, hardly able to be buttoned over her large chest, and a short black miniskirt which was barely enough to cover her round ass.

"Well...I'm her new roommate. See?" she said to her, showing her the paper that she had recieved from the administration office. While she was looking at the note Nami had looked her up and down, noting the grafitti design on her tanktop, squinting as she tried to read it spelling it out in her head "N..i..q..u..e" she thought to herself, and that she was wearing sweats with deep pockets as she saw the cleared pipe disappear in one of those pockets.

"Wait...Are you Nique?" she asked her, adjusting the guitar strap on her shoulder as her guitar shifted against her back. "I wouldn't tell anyone that you were smoking so you can tell me if you are..." she said stopping to think for a moment before she said "Oh! I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Nami. It's nice to meet you."

"Today. I just came from the administration office actually." Nami told the mocha beauty, laughing slightly as Nique did and saying "Oh It's not a bad impression. It tells me you know how to have fun." Thinking for a moment she asked "If you're not busy you think you could show me where are room is? I think I would probably get lost in there if I went in without some sort of guide."

Finally noting the comment about her guitar she said "Yeah. I've been told I can play pretty well. Maybe I could play for you sometime, since we will be living together for quite a while it seems."

"Actually I am kinda tired. For the oddest reason I got so sleepy partway through the plane ride here even though I wasn't tired just minutes before that." Nami said as she followed Nique towards the building, looking over every so often and returning Nique's polite smile.

"The chances are pretty low I'd guess. I mean this island is huge and has lots of students so me finding you here out of all the students on the island is kinda crazy." she said with a laugh. "So....what are the other girls like? I haven't really met anybody else yet." she asked as they walked into the building.

"Sounds like a normal school alright. Just no guys to annoy us I guess." Nami said with a laugh, smiling as Nique winked at her. "A self described miscreant and a musician huh? We sure make an intresting pair. At least we know that we will have fun living together." she said to Nique right before the elevator met them with an obnoxious ding as they stepped in.

Hearing the first part of her question Nami said "Well my story is simple enough, I'm from New York and met the recruiter from the school on my 19th birthday when I was having my birthday party away from my parents. That's really why I came here....My parents don't need me anymore." she said sadly as the elevator lurched into motion.

Perking up quickly she said "I don't really let it bother me anymore though. I will live my own life, free from the influence of my parents."

"Crazy parties with all girls? I'd like to see that." she said with a laugh. Following Nique out into the hallway as the elevator doors opened she saw Nique stop before a door, "Great, and at least the room number is easy to remember." She smiled as Nique took up a 'ta-dah' stance showing to reveal the modernly decorated room. "This is pretty nice for a standard dorm. You'd think it would be a little fancier with this being a private school and all though." she said as Nique rushed over to her bed, scooping up a discarded uniform.

Smiling, she said "I think I can understand how you feel. Those uniforms don't look fun to wear." Setting her guitar down on what was to be her bed and setting her suitcase down on the floor next to it she bent down, flashing her tiny black panties to Nique by accident, as she rifled through her suitcase. "I'm sure I shoved my guitar stand in here somewhere. I don't like my guitar to sit right on the floor you see. Ah here it is..." she said pulling it out of one of the tightly packed suitcases.

"Yeah it was. It was specially made for me." she told Nique, sitting the guitar stand next to the wall on her side of the room and putting the guitar on it. She moved to sit down on the edge of her bed saying "Yeah I am. That plane they bring us here on is far from comfortable." Trying, and failing to work a kink out of her back, she said "If you're offering I would love a massage."

[[Sorry about the wait, busy weekends! ;D]]

Nique’s gaze never seemed to waver from the incredible beauty’s docile features, but she couldn’t quite help but steal the occasional glance at Nami’s supple thighs as she knelt to adjust her guitar with the utmost care. Nique felt the blood rush to her face as she entertained sexual thoughts about the woman as Nami arched her back, her soft and slender fingertips lightly caressing her lower back as she worked at the aching muscles, but quickly shook them away from her mind as the soft voice broke her thoughts.

Nique quickly rose to her feet, removing most of the dangling keychains from her waistband and discarded them on the dresser. She also removed her hat, placing it next to her keychains and smoothed her soft, ebony locks, shaking her head lightly as her curled bangs framed her face.

“Absolutely,” Nique said with a smile, her eyes glassy but full of mirth from her prior indulgences. “Just let me get a little bit more comfortable first.” She said as she slid her fingers in her waistband and slid her baggy, suede sweats down over her full, curvy buttocks, which was disappointingly so sheathed beneath form-fitting black shorts.

She kicked off her shoes and neatly folded her sweats, placing them next to the growing pile on her dresser before she made her way over to Nami’s bed- making a quick stop at her nightstand to press play on her iPod dock before a soft stream of a Nirvana ballad permeated the airwaves. Nique climbed onto the bed, nestling Nami in between her hips and allowing her smooth, tanned legs to drape at her sides. She took Nami’s shoulders in her fingertips and started to apply a modest pressure, rotating her thumbs in short circuits, firmly squeezing the tightened muscles.

“Wow, you’re tight!” Nique exclaimed with a playful chuckle. “So,” She started, her soft fingertips continuing their delicate work at the woman’s shoulders. “Are you going to major in musical arts then?” She said nodding towards the guitar. Her pace was slow and meticulous, and Nique seemed to rock lightly with each circuit she did.