Jocelyn was the studious and sweet roommate. I was the party girl. Everyone else was just everyone else. When she asked for someone to volunteer to help with her sports massage final in her pre-med program, I volunteered. Hell, who can’t use a good massage, right?

I got more than a massage.

I got a hell of a lot more.

It was my first lesbian experience, and it was beautiful and sexy and overwhelming and about a million other things, too!

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I did find it amazing, beyond amazing actually, that everyone kind of gravitated toward me for issues of advice and stuff like that. I guess there was this presumption that because I was wealthy, I somehow knew more about life, and it was utterly bullshit! I’d gone to the same kinds of schools that they did because my parents didn’t believe in sending me off to some rich private school. I’d had the same life experiences, maybe gotten a little wilder, yeah, but I essentially was far less equipped to deal with the real world than any of them, yet they‘d always come to me for advice as though I really actually had any to offer.
And that’s what was so strange because of all my roommates; the only one that didn’t put me on a pedestal was Jocelyn. Instead, she treated me, I guess, the way I wanted to be treated, like any other person, except she was far less likely to avoid criticizing me when the criticism was justified. I think everyone else kind of thought, like, I couldn’t be questioned or criticized ever. But not Jocelyn, she spoke her mind and I really liked her for it. So, when she said she needed to practice for a final in sports massage, nobody else volunteered, but I did.
As far as I was concerned, it would be a fun thing for us to do, and hell, I’d had a ton of massages in my life. With all of the luxury hotels my family had stayed at, I could probably give her better advice than anyone. I’d expected her to be a little awkward, I’d expected I’d be able to give her pointers, and I’d expected that it would be an okay massage but something I’d probably complain about if I were actually at a hotel. I sure as hell didn’t expect her to stop right in the middle of it and kiss me. When she did, I became extraordinarily aware of my nakedness.