Early Access: TOP BUNK by M. Petri

My writing partner M. Petri is finalizing an upcoming short story titled TOP BUNK, which should be out soon. I want to share with you the first chapter to see your opinions.

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Chapter 1

The Fourth Roommate

Julie Heller stared evenly at the other blonde co-ed as the two young women squared off at the center of the dorm room. Connie Cain was her new roommate—her fourth of the semester. All of her prior roommate relationships had ended in ugly confrontations, but never like this—never on the first day, on the very first hour that she and her roommate had first met.

Julie hadn’t adjusted well to dorm life. As a cheerleader squad leader in high school she’d been used to being in charge and being the center of attention. She had a curvy, petite body and a lustrous head of soft blonde hair that along with her striking blue eyes and elegant features always drew admiring stares.

The minute she’d seen her dorm room she’d felt a sense of claustrophobia. The narrow dorms packed two desks, closets and two bunk beds into what seemed like barely 10 feet of space. It was winter now and the dorm building’s old heaters made things unbearably warm. She’d tried to make some room by arranging the bunk beds into an L formation but it really hadn’t helped. No matter how the room was arranged she found there wasn’t enough space for her and another girl—she resented her first roommate the minute she saw her and found herself needling and bullying the other girl until she had moved out.

It was surprisingly easy to intimidate other girls, total strangers, she realized. Most of the girls on campus crumbled under the slightest provocation. Julie’s second roommate of the semester had put up more of a fight—the memory of Amy Carter flashed in front of Julie as she stared into Connie’s eyes. Julie and Amy had quarreled and insulted one another until Julie one night grabbed the other girl’s blonde hair and pinned her against the wall, slowly twisting at her hair until Amy had submitted. It had been a moment of incredible excitement as Julie half expected the insolent blonde to take the fight back to her—but Amy had moved out too, and her next roommate had been even more submissive, finally moving out and leaving Julie with a wonderful two weeks without a roommate. She luxuriated in the freedom and privacy until her RA told her she’d found a new roommate for her.

“Connie’s a problem from another dorm,” the RA had said. “And honestly you two deserve each other but I expect you to get along with her for once.”

Julie had spent the rest of that Friday waiting for the other girl to move in. She was a little intrigued in spite of herself. Was this going to be some big campus bully, a real problem girl? She had seen a few tough girls on campus and they always gave her a little thrill of curiosity.

Julie had gotten into a little habit of dressing to meet her new roomies—dressing to intimidate. She always wore her tightest, most low-cut white top, and always without a bra. She was very proud of her two big, C cup breasts—the way they stood out without any support, jiggled provocatively, and displayed her prominent nipple nubs through the tight white fabric. She could tell by the way any new roomie stared at her breasts exactly how feisty they might be. As she pulled on the tight top she eyed her young body smugly. She was sure having a roommate show herself off the way Connie did was probably aggravating…but if they couldn’t take the heat…

When Connie Cain arrived, she was almost a disappointment. By the description Julie had expected some tattooed tough girl but Connie Cain was demure and quiet, her short blonde-brown hair arranged in tight curls around her face.

In fact, everything about Connie seemed tight and repressed, like she had a real stick up her ass, Julie thought. But her brilliant blue eyes had a spark behind them that drew Julie in instantly, piquing her curiosity. And Connie seemed equally curious and intent on Julie too as the RA introduced them, her eyes raking over Julie’s face and body as the RA introduced them.

“There’s only a few more weeks in the semester so let’s not have any more trouble from either of you,” the RA said as she started to back out of the room. “Have a good weekend, girls.”

The two blondes stared at each other coldly as the dorm room closed and Julie immediately felt the same claustrophobic pressure she always experienced when she was trapped in her dorm room with another girl.

Connie’s eyes flicked up and down Julie’s body and Julie felt glad that she’d chosen her tight outfit well; unconsciously her hands found her hips and the hem of her tight black yoga pants and she found herself sticking her chest out a little as Connie eyed her cleavage. It wasn’t every girl on campus who could create a valley like that without a bra, Julie thought smugly, and she wasn’t surprised her chest caught Connie’s eyes.

Her sense of superiority was compromised by Connie’s body and outfit, however She also wore yoga pants and a tight white top, but without the cleavage show Julie was putting on. Her eyes met Connie’s and she saw a cold little smirk, a haughty little eyebrow raise as Connie acknowledged Julie’s eyes studying her body. Now that the RA was out of the room it was clear Julie had underestimated Connie’s figure. The white turtleneck she wore stuck to her upper torso like a second skin, and between that and the yoga pants Julie very quickly got a vivid impression of a body that was very much the equal of her own petite, sexy curves. They seemed to be the same height and now that she could study them freely Connie’s features seemed a lot like Julie’s, but a bit more compressed and rounder. She was beautiful in a cold way, Julie thought.

The short-haired girl cocked one hand on her hip and extended a leg, and Julie thought she saw her inhale and arch her back a little. The white turtleneck concealed nothing about her chest and Julie thought now that Connie almost looked topless in the outfit—she almost flushed at the sight of the other blonde’s nipples testing the elasticity of the sweater. Even worse, there was no sign of a bra in the clean lines of that white sweater. Julie’s old roommate Amy had had breasts about as big as Julie’s and it had always annoyed her—maybe that had been the trigger that made her finally pin the other blonde against the wall until she whimpered into submission. She was already feeling irritation at Connie, and there was another factor shown off by the other girl’s tight outfit that was raising alarm bells in Julie’s head: the other blonde looked very fit and toned, even fully clothed. Julie’s old cheerleader days still left her body supple and muscular, but this girl looked powerful as well.

Julie brushed a hand through her hair nervously and gestured at one of the dorm room’s two guest chairs, parked on opposite sides of the room’s narrow walls.

“I guess we should try to get acquainted,” she said as she took a seat. “We have all weekend.”

Connie shrugged as she took her seat. Julie was careful to lean forward and keep her bulging cleavage in full view for the other blonde, secretly hoping to offset the effect of Connie’s tight turtleneck…hoping to annoy and provoke her.

“I guess we both have problems with roommates,” Connie said, speaking for the first time in a tight, controlled voice as she sat and faced Julie.

“I’ve always had a problem sharing a dorm room with another girl. These rooms are too small for two people.”

“Oh, I agree,” Connie said, her eyes flicking down to Julie’s cleavage in a way that satisfied Julie very much. “It’s amazing just how much room two little chicks can take up. Especially if they have the wrong attitude.”

“I lost track of how many times I bumped into my roomies in the middle of the night,” Julie said.

“I had that problem too,” Connie said pointedly. “These rooms are hot in winter and I don’t like to wear a lot of clothes when I sleep. And I don’t want some other girl rubbing up against me.”

“Well…” Julie absorbed that as she leaned to her side a little, fascinated by the conversation. “I can totally understand that. Girls like us…well sometimes our curves just get in the way, am I right? We’ve both got assets we definitely don’t want bumped into.”

“I’m very protective of my personal space,” Connie said as she eyed Julie silently, her cool eyes again raking up and down Julie’s petite form. “Honestly, I’m a little surprised now that I’m meeting you after everything I’ve heard. You don’t look like a problem girl to me.”

Julie’s eyes flashed a little at what sounded like a dismissive comment. She found herself leaning forward a little more, brazenly displaying the two creamy glands bulging over her top to Connie.

“I was a little surprised to see how you looked tonight too, Connie,” she said seriously. “You don’t look like a troublemaker. You almost look shy and quiet.”

“You seem like a nice girl next door,” Connie said coldly. “Not the type to pin another girl to a wall until she submitted.”

“Oh, the RA told you about that?” Julie said innocently. She felt half embarrassed and half proud of the revelation. Good—let Connie know what she was capable of, she thought. “That was just one roommate though—I’ve been through three. How about you?”

“Oh I went through three roommates too. That one of yours must have really gotten in your way. I just had one who tried to give me attitude.”

“Oh really?” Julie said, instantly interested. “What was she like?”

“She was a little brunette named Chloe. She actually wanted to fight me.”

Julie stared at the other blonde intently; she could feel her nerves tingling as the word ‘fight’ escaped the other blonde’s pert little mouth. She almost had to clear her throat to speak again.

“Really? And did you?” she asked breathlessly.

“As a matter of fact, Julie, we did one night.” Connie maintained her cold stare into Julie’s eyes as she replied. “Very late. We’d been needling each other all day. Somehow we both woke up in the middle of the night and started up again and she dared me to get off my bunk and do something about it so I did.”

“Did what? Pin her against the wall?” Julie said smugly.

“Yes, as a matter of fact,” Connie said. “But it did take a while. We pushed each other around the room for quite a while. But once things got tight she couldn’t take it. And I did pin her up good.”

“Oh, so things got ‘tight’—what does that mean?” Julie’s mouth felt dry despite the lack of details she was getting out of the other blonde.

“Well, we were pushing and shoving, smacking each other.” Connie shrugged, almost as if the memory meant nothing to her. “We were practically wearing nothing so I don’t think she wanted to get in close and frankly I didn’t want her to either. But after a while we started getting tired so by then we were clinching. I used to be on a drill team in high school and I have very strong legs, so once we were clinched up she didn’t stand a chance. I just wore her down and by the time I pinned her against the wall she was too weak to fight anymore.”

Julie swallowed as she absorbed the details of the fight. She felt in a haze as she studied Connie’s curvy body, imagining her and a short-haired brunette ‘practically wearing nothing’ as they tussled in the dark, confined space of a dorm room.

“The only time I was in a fight like that was after high school,” Julie said as she stared at Connie. She felt compelled now to even the score in this contest of former conquests. “I got another girl pissed off at a pool party and she dared me to meet her back behind the pool-house while the party was still going on. We were so wet we couldn’t do any real damage to each other until we got in close where we could scratch and crush…I thought our tops were going to come off when we were clinching up against the pool house wall. We both had big boobs and I just remember thinking how much I wanted to crush hers down to nothing.” She smiled now at the memory. “God it felt good to feel her submit up against that wall and beg me to stop.”

She realized she had been looking down at the floor, lost in the revery of that one unforgettable fight. When she looked back up at Connie the tension between the two co-eds was electric.

“I guess we both like to get our way where other girls are concerned,” Connie said matter-of-factly.

“I’m very stubborn,” Julie admitted. “Prideful.”

“I don’t back down from confrontations,” Connie replied. “And I don’t stop until I win.” The other petite blonde stood up, eyeing Julie dismissively. “I liked that part about how you both had big boobs,” she said. “That’s cute.”

Julie frowned as the left-handed compliment curdled in the air but, before she could say anything, Connie continued to speak.

“It’s so hot in here,” her roommate said. Before Julie knew it, the other girl turned and gave Julie her back as she peeled her top off. She could actually see the sides of Connie’s bare breasts from behind until the other girl pulled a silk robe out of her closet, turning to give Julie a full view of her naked, spectacular breasts before she slipped into the robe.

Julie flushed at this brazen provocation, especially as it was delivered after the other girl’s cutting remark about Julie’s impression of her own breasts. But the outrages were only beginning.

“I’m going to take a quick shower, Julie,” Connie said smoothly. “Maybe we should get an early night’s sleep tonight. I always sleep on the top bunk so if those are your things up there just get them off so I can put my own bedding up there.” Julie had stood up out of her chair to protest but Connie was already on her way out of the room. “See you in a few minutes,” she said—and with that the door slammed behind her.

Julie stood in the center of the little dorm room, fuming. The rapidity with which Connie had turned the tables on her in this initial meeting left her shocked, shaking with humiliation. The girl was ordering her around like hired help!

The insult to her breasts rang in Julie’s ears as she paced the dorm room, shaking her head madly. With her last three roommates she had slowly turned the screws, effortlessly established her dominance and ruled this little roost exactly the way she’d wanted—now this stranger was acting like she was already running the place.

Julie stared at herself in the full-length mirror mounted on the dorm room door, glaring past it to where Connie had disappeared. The sight of the other girl’s awesome breasts had been unnerving—but were they really any better than hers? Maybe it was just the fact that the other girl had brandished them at her in the brightly lit dorm room made them seem more impressive than they really were. The impression Julie had gotten of Connie from the moment she’d entered the room was that she was Julie’s size and weight, Julie’s measurements—maybe a little more toned, but a girl her size.

The temptation to follow Connie into the showers was almost overpowering. She wanted very much to see her new roommate naked now, she realized. She was always curious about other girls’ bodies, especially when they were similar to hers. But this was now about more than voyeuristic curiosity. Julie wanted Connie to get a good look at her body…and know it was every bit as hot as hers.

After fifteen minutes, Connie reentered the dorm room, freshly showered, a little towel draped around her neck so it just covered her two big boobs; she had dried and slipped back into her yoga pants which Julie thought strange—had she really showered after all? It didn’t matter—Julie was going to make her move.

“I think I’ll shower too,” she said, peeling off her tight top and shaking her two firm breasts free while Julie watched. “But Connie, just so you know—I always sleep in the top bunk. So you’ll just have to get used to being on the bottom.”

Julie moved toward her dresser to pull out a robe, but she was in no hurry to put it on as she waited for Connie’s response. The short-haired blonde stared at her for a moment in silence until Julie turned to face her, still brazenly topless.

“Do you have a problem with that?” she asked innocently.

Connie stared at her for a long moment and then slowly pulled her towel off and placed it on her dresser so that the two roommates now faced each other completely topless, each eyeing each other in open comparison. There was no doubt that Connie looked toned, but now that the girls were both topless her breasts seemed almost flawlessly matched against Julie’s in a way that made her decision to take off her own top seem absolutely correct. If she had any further doubts the sour, envious look on Connie’s face removed them—she had taken the fight back to the other girl at least for the moment.

“By the way,” Julie continued. “I didn’t appreciate your little remark about my breasts. If you’re implying yours are any bigger than mine maybe you should get your eyes examined.”

“I just have a few rules with the girls I room with, Julie,” Connie said, taking a few steps forward as Julie set her jaw, glaring at the other girl defiantly. “Me having top bunk is one of them. So I’m afraid you’re the one who’s going to have to get used to being on the bottom.”

“Do you honestly think I’m going to take orders from you?” Julie said as she countered Connie’s move and pressed in a little closer until the other blonde hesitated. “Oh, I forgot, you’re very sensitive about your personal space, aren’t you?”

Connie kept her hands on her hips, her bare stomach taut with tension now, and Julie tensed her own abdominal muscles both as a defense to any sudden blow from the other girl and to display her own cheerleader squad strength. Connie’s bare breasts were less than a foot away from hers now and for Julie the situation was electrifying. Connie’s top-stripping had been an obvious act of war—after her remark about Julie’s breasts it had been a clear statement from her that she thought her own body superior to Julie’s, just another element in her superior position in their dorm room hierarchy. Julie had had to respond to that and there had been only one way to do it—by showing Connie her own breasts and putting them out there in direct confrontation to the other blonde’s. She imitated Connie’s arrogant pose as both women displayed their firm, bare treasures in a tense, claustrophobic face-off. Julie had never felt more vulnerable and exposed, but she was equally excited and proud to put her breasts directly on the line against another young woman’s. It was like some insane, private beauty contest, she thought, and they were their own judges.

“Right now my personal space is this dorm room, Julie,” Connie said dangerously, edging forward a little bit. Julie instinctively glanced down to gauge the distance between her breasts and Connie’s and was rewarded with the sight of the other girl’s hot pink nipples now jutting in obvious erection, straining toward Julie’s boobs so much they almost seemed to be pointing upward. She shivered a little as she realized her own breasts were equally aroused, tingling and sporting two equally stiff pink nipples each taking up some of that private space between the four quivering breasts. “And if you’re not careful your personal space is going to start shrinking very fast.”

“Are you threatening me, Connie?” Julie demanded, edging forward a little in spite of herself. Connie countered, almost moving sideways, both girls posing and flaunting themselves in front of each other, chins jutting, each glaring down her nose at her newfound enemy. “I’m not afraid to get in your way tonight,” she said, adding after a second’s consideration, “Better watch yourself or I might just push you and your big boobs around this little room.”

“Now who’s putting out threats?” Connie said coolly, glaring at Julie’s breasts as that thrilling threat hung in the air. “If you’re going to call me out you’d better be able to back up your words. I wouldn’t mind pushing you around in here at all, especially if it’s my breasts shoving yours.”

Julie could feel every inch of her bare skin tingling now, pinpricks of perspiration starting to break out on her forehead, her breasts, belly and back. Her mouth felt dry as she carefully navigated this heated, intimate little conversation.

“Oh, so you’re not afraid of having your precious personal space invaded by my boobs?” she sneered, jutting her lower jaw out and surprising even herself by giving her firm rack an angry little shake.

“Who says you’ll be the one doing the invading, girlfriend?” Connie hissed, taking a brazen step forward. “I might just be the one shoving your little pair around here.”

“Don’t be so sure it wouldn’t be my girls slapping yours around this room,” Julie shot back breathlessly, the mere thought of what the two co-eds were discussing causing her heart to pound alarmingly deep in her chest. She thought her voice would crack in excitement if they talked much longer. “You honestly think you intimidated me by taking your top off tonight? I’m not afraid of your big ones.”

“You really thought you’d put me back on my heels by wearing that low cut tight top?” Connie replied. “I decided the minute I saw that I was going to show you what real breasts look like so you have no one to blame but yourself for this.”

“I am fine with this,” Julie said, her voice raw with emotion. The two girls’ nipples were almost touching now and Julie could feel Connie’s warm breath on her. “The minute I listened to you bragging about your roommates and your fights I knew I wanted to do nothing but put you in your place.”

“You’re not girl enough to put me in my place, Julie,” Connie said coldly. “Maybe you’ve been through three roommates but I doubt they were as tough as mine.”

“I think my roommates could take on your roommates,” Julie sneered. “And I think any of them could take on you.”

“Well your roommates aren’t here to fight for you tonight, honey,” Connie purred.

Before she knew it Connie edged forward and poked her hard nipples against Julie’s. The two women gasped at the contact and Julie’s eyes blazed into Connie’s, suddenly registering just how stark and explicit this confrontation had become. She angrily jabbed back and forced a hiss out of Connie’s mouth until the other girl shoved forward and smacked her two big breasts directly into Julie’s. Julie staggered backward, her breasts stinging, then pushed forward to threaten Connie.

It had begun...