Collections of Things

When I look back on my years at university, it’s not the classes that stand out or the football games or the exciting parties at random houses. It’s not even shaking my dean’s hand as they handed me my diploma or realizing I had actually passed my final after going without sleep for two days. While all those things are great memories, none of them can top what made college the greatest time of my life for me: my roommate Rainbow Dash.

Once I was a junior, I was eager to get out of my cramped, constricting dorm and into an apartment which felt humongous in comparison. I couldn’t believe that I’d actually have a bathroom to myself again! I was, however, worried about finding the right roommate. My dorm roommate wasn’t awful, they cleaned up after themselves and didn’t cause too much of a fuss, but we never really hit it off like I had hoped when I first came to the college. To make matters worse, I had been late applying to the apartments I wanted to stay at, which meant I’d be paired up with another random applicant. Every night, I stressed over whether or not luck would be on my side and I’d be blessed with a great roommate.

I didn’t get a great roommate, I got the best roommate.

Rainbow Dash was perfect. Really, that’s the best way I can describe her. She shined with confidence, always sure of the next step she’d take. She was headstrong and independent, doing what she wanted in her style. She worked hard as well, finding time between winning golds for the track team to do well in her classes. Dash was friendly from day one, just about as excited as I was to meet someone new and live in an apartment.

Not to mention she was the sexiest mare I had ever seen.

Her body was on another level, so perfectly built it was like she was sculpted by a flawless artist. Her rainbow colored mane grabbed your attention before her beautiful, deep reddish-pink eyes captivated you, eyelashes curling upward like strokes from a painter’s brush. Her coat was bluer than the sky, always looking smooth and clean. She was extremely athletic, the kind of body that gets plastered onto ads and magazines. Her hips were wide, but still complimented her figure. Her long, rainbow tail was cutely placed between her round, toned cheeks that usually clung to the running pants she wore. She was phenomenal and she knew it too. Rainbow Dash could tease the boys, and many mares, for days. A swish of her tail here and a wink here and she’d have them biting at the hook, slowly reeling them in for further enjoyment.

And I got to live with her. Just looking at her motivated me every morning. The way she’d giggle at a joke during breakfast or her cutely panicking to get to class on time. She was, like I said, perfect. Lounging at home on the weekends in a pair of short-shorts and a t-shirt a size too big. I couldn’t stop myself from staring half the time, she was just too damn cute. I got so tired of resisting the urge to watch her bend over to pick something up that I eventually just gave up.

But it was when she came home from working out that killed me. It was the way she huffed rhythmically, chugging from her water bottle with a towel draped around her neck, sweat rolling down her hard-earned abs. Too many fantasies rolled through my head. I wanted nothing more than to stick my head between her thighs and sniff as hard as I could while she cockily looked down at me with a smug smirk. I longed to slip off her tank top and massage her sweaty breasts as her chest would quickly rise and fall, her body trembling underneath my fingers. I dreamt of her drying herself off before glancing at me, smiling, and tossing her dirty towel onto my face.

I wanted her, I needed her. I’d go absolutely insane if I went without her any longer.

But I was always too nervous to ask, to scared that making a move would ruin our living situation and, even worse, our good friendship. I didn’t have the courage to approach her, but I had the guts to try something else…

One day when she had class after her workout, I waited for her to leave, making sure to not make my move too soon in case she had to bolt back to the apartment because she forgot something. When I knew she’d be gone for a while, I slipped into her room and made way to her clothes hamper. Her damp sports bra and thong lied on top like a cherry on a sundae. The scent I barely caught drove me to want more. I snatched them up and booked it to my room, slamming and locking the door.

My cock was already starting to harden as I struggled to zip off my jeans. I stripped off the rest of my clothes and collapsed onto the bed, clutching Dash’s sweaty clothes like my life depended on it. I took a quick second to bask in the moment before bringing them to my face and taking the deepest breath in my life.

Holy shit, it was better than I had imagined! Her scent bombarded my nostrils, the sweaty, musty scent that I had been craving since the first day Dash came back from a run.

I rubbed her top across my face, imaging what it would be like to smother my face in her cleavage after one of her runs. I could picture the look of shock on her face, but also hear her moan as my hands ran up her back, soothing her aching muscles.

I wrapped her thong around the base of my cock, hoping but not fully caring if I leaked onto it at all. I ran the fabric up and down my shift, breathing in every time my hand made contact with my groin. I started inhaling her scent like I had just been exposed to oxygen after being trapped in a smoky room. That image of her working her ass off in the sun to get the body she has now made me throb.

My heart raced faster than her, drooling over the thought of fucking her while she’s sticky with sweat in the warm sun. I started moaning out her name, desperate to feel her, to taste her, to fuck her. It almost felt wrong thinking of my roommate like this, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was covering Rainbow Dash in cum before she could even take off her clothes.

I gasped loudly as my orgasm overcame me. Cum shot out from my cock all the way up to the middle of my chest. I peeked out from Dash’s dirty tank top to watch my cock empty it’s large load, my balls clenching as jets of cum erupted from my cock before slowly coming to a dribble.

I panted heavily, my bangs damp from the sweat on my forehead. I gave Dash’s clothing a few more sniffs for the road before cleaning myself up and putting my roommate’s belongings back where I found them.

She came home an hour later none the wiser.

Or so I thought.

When I returned home from class the next day, my heart skipped a beat. On top of my bed was a pair of Dash’s panties, jet black with white, horizontal stripes. Next to them sat a small envelope. I picked it up and read the note inside:

If you wanted to so badly, you should’ve just asked! I’ll be home around 8 ;)

Rainbow Dash.