You go to school in monday, expecting to get a random girl as your partner. But as Lola’s name is called after yours you can’t believe it. But giving the looks Lola gives you, you’re not in for a treat. She definitely looks pissed. You’re both given keys to your dorm and are then left alone. The first day is just for getting to know each other. “Great”, Lola says. “Now I get to spend the year with you.”
"Hey, nothing we can do but make the best of it, right?"
"Yeah. Whatever." She turns and walks into the dorm, not waiting for you to follow her. You enter after her, curious about where you'll be living.
"Oh, fuck me," she says, clearly displeased. "There's only one bedroom."
"Well, that makes sense. After all, that is kinda the idea," I say shrugging. "If it makes you uncomfortable, I can take the couch for now."
She glares at you for a moment before sighing and shrugging. "Fine." She lies down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. You take the couch and begin unpacking your stuff. After a while, she speaks up again. "They really expect us to fuck?"
"Apparently. It really feels like we're being pranked or something, though, right?"
"I guess." She rolls over onto her side, facing away from you. "Whatever. I'm going to take a shower before bed tonight."
"Alright."
She stands up and heads into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. You hear the shower turn on and decide to get comfortable on the couch. Maybe if you play your cards right, she'll start to warm up to you...
I set an alarm and drift off to sleep.
Over the next couple days, Lola begins to warm up to you slightly. She still isn't exactly friendly but she doesn't ignore you as much anymore. The two of you have begun cooking together and occasionally even have conversations outside of that. You can't help but feel hopeful about this situation...
A week later, when you arrive back at your dorm, Lola is sitting on the couch looking annoyed. "They want us to start preparing for a sex exam," she says, gesturing to a paper on the table. "Apparently they want you to show them that you can get me off."
"I see. When's the exam?"
"It's next week," she says through gritted teeth. "And I want you to know that if you fail, we both suffer the consequences."
"Damn. Guess we'd better get started then."
"Oh really? And how do you plan on doing that?" she asks with a smirk. "You don't even know me."
"...That's true. At least a little. So how about we fix that. Would it feel better if we went on a date first?"
She narrows her eyes, considering your offer. "Fine," she says reluctantly. "But you'd better make it good." She stands up and starts to pace the room. "Let's go out tonight."
"Ok. What do you want to do?"
"I don't know...you pick," she says warily. "Just make sure it isn't some cheesy romantic thing."
"Fair enough. You like swimming?"
She shrugs. "I guess." Her expression softens slightly as she remembers how much fun she used to have in the pool when she was younger. Maybe this won't be so bad after all...
"Cool. Let's hit the pool then.... 6:00? And maybe dinner afterwards?"
She hesitates for a moment before finally nodding. "Fine." She gives you a curt nod and heads to the bathroom to get ready.
6:00 rolls around, and Lola and I make our way to the school's pool.
She follows you into the pool area, still looking wary but curious as well. You can tell she hasn't been here in a while, and it shows - her strokes are a bit clumsy at first. But as she starts to warm up, she begins to move with more confidence and grace.
"This is...not bad," she admits after a few laps. "I forgot how much I used to enjoy this."
"Used to swim a lot?"
"Yeah," she says with a shrug. "Back when I was younger, my parents thought it would be good for me. But then as I got older, I just sort of...stopped coming." She pauses, treading water. "What about you? Have you always liked swimming?"
"It's alright. In all honesty, it was mostly just the first thing thar came to mind. I'm glad you're having a good time so far, though."
"Thanks," she says with a small smile. "So...what do you think about this sex exam thing? Do you think we'll be able to pass it?" She asks conversationally as she starts on another lap.
"I imagine we will, provided we can curb the awkwardness."
She shrugs as she continues to swim. "I guess it's not like we have much choice," she says softly. "But I mean...it doesn't have to be that bad, right?" She glances at you from the corner of her eye.
"I think it'll be exactly as bad as we make it." I pause before continuing, "And honestly, you're a very beautiful girl and I can tell that you've got a fundamentally kind heart. I have no complaints."
She blushes deeply at your compliment and looks away, trying to hide her surprise. "Th-that's...thank you," she says softly. "I-if we do have to do this...well, it could be worse, I guess." Her voice trails off as she focuses on swimming.
You have dinner at a nearby Italian restaurant, and Lola seems to relax more the further into conversation you get her. She even cracks a few jokes and laughs easily.
We get back to our dorm around 9:00.
As you arrive back home, Lola says, "I enjoyed our date, Logu." And with that, she leans in, seemingly for a kiss.
I take the chance and kiss her.
Her eyes widen in surprise at first, then she closes them slowly, leaning into you even more. Her lips part slightly beneath yours, and she kisses you back with a passion that takes you both by surprise. She moans softly as your tongues dance together, her hands running through your hair, pulling you closer still. It's clear that despite her initial resistance, Lola is starting to feel something for you...
I clumsily unlock the door to our dorm and we stumble in, furiously making out.
As you push her up against the wall, she gasps into your mouth and arches her back, grinding against you eagerly. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she moans softly, lost in the heat of the moment. You can feel how wet she is through her shorts, and it only serves to fuel your desire for her. She breaks away from the kiss, panting heavily, and whispers hoarsely, "Take me to bed."
I kiss her again and carry her into our bedroom, breaking the kiss only as I deposit her on the bed.
Her hands trail down your chest, unbuttoning and pulling off your shirt before moving lower to help you out of your pants. She moans softly as she feels your hardness against her leg, and she can't wait any longer. With shaking hands, she undoes her own shorts and pushes them down her hips, revealing a lace thong that matches her bra. Her body arches when you slide between her legs, tongue circling her clit as one hand holds the back of your head, urging you closer.