Kathleen was sprawled out on one of the beds in Room 300, laying on her tummy. Her face was a furrowed mask of concentration, her breathing short and labored. The cool air coming from the A/C vent brushed over her bare shoulders, giving her Goosebumps. Ever muscle in her body tensed in anticipation. Her mouth was working, but no sound came out.

She extended a single, shaking hand, more nervous than she could ever remember bring in her life, and reached out to claim what was hers...

"God damn it!" she screamed at the top of her lungs after flipping to the answer key in the back of her textbook. "I got it wrong again!"

The blonde former porn star picked up the heavy math book in both hands from where it lay before her on the bed, and proceeded to throw it across the room with all her might, letting lose screech of frustration and rage as she did so. The loud 'clunk' sound it made when it struck the door to her room was rather satisfying. She almost smiled.

The smile broke part when her lower lip began to quiver. She sat up on the bed bending her legs so that she could rest her chin on her knees. The soft, well-worn cotton of her pink PJ pants was comforting and familiar as she wrapped her arms around her long legs. She shivered slightly as the AC blew on her, her white lacey nursing bra doing little to keep her top half warm.

I am not going to cry she told herself, even as her shoulders shook with barely contained sobs. She blinked her tears back furiously. I am not going to cry. I'm 23 years old and I will not cry over homework!

She looked up to notice that evening was fast approaching, the setting sun looking quite lovely from the window. She wondered where her roommates were...she hadn’t seen them in some time...

Evening meant night. Night meant darkness.

Kathleen hugged her legs tighter. She suddenly didn’t want to be alone...

She had arrived a few minutes after hearing an odd sound like a book hitting something in a room somewhere.

Night was fast approaching and Vanessa was dragging her bags behind her; her recent transfer to room 300 had been unexpected to say the least but, she accepted it anyway. She pulled her key from her pocket and opened the front door's lock pushing her bags in before walking in herself.

Thwack!

The sound of her forehead hitting the doorway for the third time since she arrived at campus; the 6' 3" clearance meant that one inch of her head was usually unnoticed by her not going to make it. She ended up with a lot of bumps that way.

"Mother fucking doorways!!!"

she shouted a hand instinctively grabbing her forehead and rubbing the red splotch right under her hairline. She could never seem to remember she had to duck to get through these things.

"God damn that's a great start to my stay in a new dorm room."

she huffed dragging the last of her bags passed the threshold.

Kathleen nearly jumped out of her skin once the curing began from the doorway. With a gasp she straightened her legs and swung over them over the side of the edge before standing up and moving to the foot of the bed, placing the window and the red-orange view beyond them, behind her.

From this vantage point, Kathleen was able to see who was entering her room... and did a double take. It wasn’t often that she ad to look up to look someone in the eye, and it was rarer still to see someone as endowed up top as she was. Suddenly aware she was staring, she shook her head.

"Um, hey there," she offered tentatively, not wanting to be the target of the woman's temper. She twirled a lock of hair with her left index finger. "Are you one of the new transfers? They gave me a slip with all the names, but I lost it...Anyway, my names Kathleen Lay, but most people call me Kitty...would you like some ice for that bump?"

Vanessa was used to looking down at people but, still not used to seeing people with a slightly larger bust than her. she was actually a little thankful that she wasn't the biggest bust in school.

She smiled slightly.

"Yeah Ice would be great... Name's Vanessa Trusdale, I have a few nicknames but, I'd rather not mention them myself."

Something about this woman looked familiar and the name struck a cord with her old self, particularly her nickname but, she couldn't place it.

"Was a little sudden a room transfer have to say but, better than sleeping in an empty room; Kinda missed the noise of people."

Kathleen smiled, and shot Vanessa a wink. "Well, you wont have to worry about being alone in this room. There's four of us so far. You'll make five, and I think we're getting one more..."

“Oh! Ice!" she exclaimed suddenly. She walked over to the mini-fridge on the wall opposite the foot of the bed, and opened it up. Bending over at the waist out of habit, she rummaged though it for a moment before straightening and with an icepack in her hand, closing the door with a swing of her elbow. "Here ya go," she said as she walked over to Vanessa to hand her the pack. Her short time in front of the fridge had been enough to make her nipples noticeable through her bra.

"How much stuff do you have?" she asked once that was done. "We can get you all unpacked once you feel up to it... we may have plenty of room and bed space, but closet space is filling up fast..."

"Not too much..."

she began holding the ie to her forehead averting her eyes when she noticed the other woman's nipples through her bra sighing slightly.

I only own like four sets of clothes, two shoes and the uniforms. Wouldn't imagine the work I had to do to get uniforms that actually fit; seems someone wrote four foot six instead of six four on my fact sheet for them."

She paused looking to her bags; there were only two one with her few pieces of clothes & some of her baked goods which she had left over; they'd still be good for awhile at least and the other held her computer.

"that and my computer; been using shampoo & soap supplied by the school don't own any make up or anything."

"Well it's not like you need any. Make up, I mean," Kathleen said with a slight smile when she noticed Vanessa avert her gaze from hr chest. "Though I'm not sure I could live with so few different outfits... or shoes. I'm something of a shoe-o-phile," she admitted. "I'd offer to let you barrow some of my clothes whenever you want, but I guess I'm too short for you. 6'4"... you're like an Amazon or something," Kathleen added with stars in her eyes.

"And hey, I don’t mind if you stare at the twins, by the way. I'm quite used to it. Believe me," she added with a giggle, the changed the subject. "So roomie, where are you from?"

The giggle sounded familiar too but, she still couldn't place why. Shrugging it off she turned her gave back to Kitty.

"Yeah, Amazon is one of the nicer words people have used for me I like it actually."

she offereda simple nod before laughing.

"too bad really You look like you have some good taste in clothes... and feel free to stare at mine to then, kind of harder for you not to; given they're at eye level for you."

She laughed putting a hand on Kathleen's shoulder.

"Dallas Texas was where I was born but, moved around pretty constantly til my last six years of high school which I spent in dallas... I do say six because well, well I cut for two full years... What about you what's your past like?"

When Vanessa laughed, Kathleen couldn’t help but laugh right along with her. What surprised her was now perfectly natural it felt to do so. Even more surprising to her was the fact that even after she got permission to ogle Vanessa's sizable chest, she didn’t feel a need to do so. She much rather look the other woman in the eye.

"It's deal then. You can call me Kitty and I'll call you Amazon," she said sweetly. She gave her hair a little flip, before going on. "At least you finished high school. I was on the six year plan myself, but never bothered to seal the deal. I'm from Salt Lake City, Utah, was being completely suffocated there. So I took off and got my shapely ass to LA, were big titted bimbos like me belong." She blinked. "Um, not that all big-titted girls are bimbos or anything," she backpedaled slightly. "But I certainly am. Uh, whatcha do for those two yeas off? Hope it was fun, I know my two years were, even if I was still technically in school..."

she paused for a minute glancing to the wall when asked if her two years skipping had been fun.

"I'd really rather not say what I did in those two years or throughout high school... Would rather just forget those years."

she said simply shaking her head a deep sigh following.

"I don't count as big busted anyway; if they were any smaller it just wouldn't look right for a girl my size would it? I mean anything smaller than an E would look flat."

she snickered slightly once more finding herself oddly comfortable around this girl who seemed so familiar.

"Have anything to drink? A bit thirsty."

"Sorry," Kathleen replied. "I didn’t mean to pry. Hey, as payback you can ask me one incredibly personal question in return, kay?"

Kathleen was just about to take a seat on the bed she had been at earlier when Vanessa asked for something to drink. A wicked smile crossed her lips, but she forced it down.

"Wellll," she said. "We've got some OJ and milk and water. I'm still trying to score some other kinds of fruit juice and there's nothing alcoholic on the entire island."

She headed back to the fridge, again bending over at the waist as she rummaged through it.

"Got a preference?" she called over her shoulder. Of course Kathleen was the source of the milk cooling in the fridge, but she wouldn’t volunteer that info unless Vanessa chose it. And then... well fresher was always better...

"Some Orange juice would be great... though bring some milk anyway; have some things in my bag that you might need some for."

she hinted having followed Kitty to the fridge turning away when she bent at the waist the shape looking so familiar. one personal question, the offer came to mind.

"Kitty Lay... Isn't that the name of some famous porn star back in the states... Are you her?"

She asked forcing back her own grin as she placed a few of the desserts from her bag on the nearest flat surface.

Still bent over, Kathleen looked between her own legs back up at Vanessa. "Yep that's me," she confirmed. "Though I'm trying to turn over a new leaf here and everything. Not that I'm embarrassed or anything, just looking out for what coming next, ya know? Even porn stars get old."

She grabbed a bottle of OJ she had managed to swipe from the cafeteria and small glass pitcher of milk. "I take you're a fan?" she asked, then she spotted the desserts and her eyes lit up. "And you brought sweets! I think you're gonna be my favorite rommie, Amazon."

She placed the OJ and the milk next to dessets. "We have some paper cups... if you like, but we rarely bother with them... with the antics that go on in this room, it seems kind of silly to fuss about drinking after one another."

Kathleen smiled. "Um, I guess I should warn you about the milk.. have you seen my last movie? I won an award for it and everything..."

"Well actually, not so much a 'fan' It's more I used your videos to help me with the more stubborn girls you did do some great work though from what I did see. The Sex Demon of Dallas was my one of my old nicks ever hear of me by any chance?"

She admitted to Kathleen, the nickname had probably made a few rounds the porn industry hell half the girls she touched probably gravitated into that industry singing her praises and she'd seduced at least a few porn starlets.

"Nope didn't see it... but, given it's milk... I'm guessing you made it yourself huh."

She paused smirking at her treats which included a cheesecake, butter cookies with faint vanilla flavoring, brownies with almond flavor but no almonds, petifores, rainbow cake surrounded in chocolate, marzipan & eclairs; all hand made by her.

Kathleen smiled proudly. "Yep its mine. Made fresh daily!" she announced, raising her hands over her head and giving her torso a little shake, which sent her breasts swinging slight, even in the bra. "My last movie was Milky M.I.L.F.’s, so you can guess what it was about. I just filmed the sequel before coming here, and might do one more when I'm all done with school... you know, like a farewell movie before I start my new career. So I gotta keep up production."

She gestured back to the milk in the glass pitcher. "You're welcome to try some, but I get that its not for everyone, so you wont hurt my feelings if don’t want any. I get plenty of takers already... some times I cant keep up!" she admitted with a giggle. "You know I had this dream once where I was --" she stopped talking abruptly, a slight pink color rinsing to her cheeks. "Um, but you don’t what to here about my silly dreams."

Kathleen scoped up a brownie quickly and took a large bite to keep from babbling. Her eyes widened in appreciation. After chewing and swallowing she managed to get out, "This is delicious! No one ever mentioned the Sex Demon Of Dallas could cook! Well outside of the bedroom anyway," she winked at the taller girl before taking a seat ion the bed.

"Yeah, I heard of you. There was a girl I met a few years back who was practically in love with you. She was a submissive little thing, was great at the BDSM videos as the doe-eyed sub. We had a thing for a while, but she needed me to be dom like all the time, and that's just not me. I think you ruined her for all other women, Amazon."

The light of challenge in her eyes, she asked, "So are you really as demanding and dominating as they say?"