"Wow, look at you!" You say, looking Ashley up and down. Since you've seen her last she had grown into a fine young woman. She still stood a head shorter than you, but her clothes hugged her body much closer than they used to. Her freckled face breaks into a grin and she launches herself up to hug you. Her body is still tight and firm, and you feel the soft press of her breasts against your chest.
"Kyle! I've missed you so much!" She says, breaking off the hug. "Grown a bit, huh?" She asks, stepping back and placing her hands behind her head to show off her cleavage in her tight tank top and the sun kissed skin of her legs. You admit she looks pretty good, but push the thought out of your head. She bounds forward and interlocks her arm with yours. "Come on, I can finish unpacking later. Let me see your room." She says.
You point out various things about college life to her as you lead her through the hustle of the freshman dorm rooms. She listens intently, staring up and you the entire time. Even as you ride the elevator up she holds your arm tight, pressing close to you.
"Thanks for showing me around, Kyle." She says.
"My pleasure." You say. She mutters something under her breath you don't quite catch. "What was that?"
"Nothing." She says. "Just noting nothing really changes with you. You always were looking out for me, just like you are now."
"Yeah, guess it's a habit, even if you don't really need my protection anymore." You say.
"Of course, I do. I need someone to keep the boys away."
You nod. That might be true. It feels weird talking this way to her. But then again, maybe not. Maybe it's just that Ashley has changed so much since high school.
The elevator doors open and you lead her out to the junior's floor. Unlike the chaos of the freshman floor, the juniors had moved in earlier in the week and it was mostly quiet. The hallways are narrow and there isn't much space between the door frames. As you walk down the hallway you both hear giggles from behind closed doors.
"I'm sorry we're so noisy." Ashley apologizes. "We didn't get here until yesterday. We had to move all our stuff into storage before coming over. My parents are on vacation in Mexico, so they left us some extra cash."
"Nice. Don't worry about it, things are nice and quiet up here. People mostly keep to themselves." You say. She looks around the hallway silently until you reach your room. "Here we are." You say, opening the door.
Ashley steps inside and you follow her. The room is the size of hers, but you have no roommate so it seems more spacious. There's a simple bed, a desk with your computer and a few school books and a dresser. A closet. And a small bathroom.
"Wow, this is much better than my little room." Ashley says, looking around.
"Age has it's privileges." You say, walking to your computer and briefly waking it up to check your email before turning back to Ashley. She's sitting on the edge of your bed, leaning back on her hands with her legs crossed in front of her. She is wearing a pair of tight gym shorts and tank top. Her hair is short and frames her face. She is stunningly beautiful and you can't help but stare.
"You know, I think you've gotten taller too." She says.
"Uh huh. How tall are you now?" You ask.
"5'4". About an inch shorter than you." She says, grinning at you.
"Oh yeah? Well, I still have a couple of inches on you." You say.
"Mmm, I bet you do." She says, eyeing your body.
Her statement catches you off guard. Ashley was flirting with you? She wasn't just trying to be friendly. You were taken aback by her sudden change in attitude.
"I don't know what you're talking about." You sternly say. "I've got to hit the bathroom, don't break anything while I'm gone." You say. You head to the bathroom and lock the door behind you.
When you come out of the bathroom Ashley has already turned on your laptop and logged into your web browser. She's been snooping through your browsing history. She turns and looks at you with her bright blue eyes, smirking. She opens your search history and scrolls through your searches.
"What are you doing?" You ask.
"Looking for porn." She says.
"No!" You say, alarmed. "I'm not interested in that kind of stuff."
"Yeah, you are." She says, smiling mischievously. "And I found it." She says, showing you her screen. She has opened your most recent search, which was for "Submissive College Guy" and "College FemDom" . She clicks through a bunch of links and you realize she has just clicked onto the video site you watch.
"You-" You start, but then stop yourself.
"Yeah, I saw that one." She says, looking you straight in the eye. "It's pretty hot."
"You shouldn't be looking at that." You say, a little embarrassed.
"You like that stuff?" Ashley asks, sounding surprised, "You want a domme?"
"Well, yes." You admit.
"Why didn't you tell me?" She says, standing up.
She moves closer to you, standing between your legs and looking down at you. She reaches down and strokes your cheek.
"I guess I'm not very good at being honest." She says. "I didn't know how to bring it up."
"You're right." You say, feeling a bit more relaxed.
She wraps her arms around you, bringing her forehead to rest against yours. "You know, I've watched a lot of FemDom porn. I've always wanted a sub of my own." She breathes in your ear. "I just never thought it would be you, my crush. I never thought I'd want to be so gentle as I take you as my property. Are you sure you want this?"