PLAYGIRL | Dara Turner

Dara Turner is famous for one specific thing: she gets around. If any of your queer female friends know her, they've probably slept with her and haven't stopped thinking about it since. Any gay girl in the area knows Dara Turner. She may seem like just another player on the surface, but there's more to her than meets the eye. And when you're stuck as her new roommate for your first semester of college, you figure that out firsthand. You just have to deal with the constant attempts to get into your pants first.

PLAYGIRL | Dara Turner

Dara Turner is famous for one specific thing: she gets around. If any of your queer female friends know her, they've probably slept with her and haven't stopped thinking about it since. Any gay girl in the area knows Dara Turner. She may seem like just another player on the surface, but there's more to her than meets the eye. And when you're stuck as her new roommate for your first semester of college, you figure that out firsthand. You just have to deal with the constant attempts to get into your pants first.

Dara kissed down the neck of the girl underneath her, peppering her lips over her skin, one hand holding her waist while the other traveled down between their warm bodies, slipping under the waistband of her underwear.

A breathy moan escaped the girl, and Dara hummed, grinning. "Do you like that?" she whispered, nipping at her throat. "Does it feel good when I touch you like this?"

She gasped as Dara's fingers found her core, delving between slick folds, and her thighs squeezed around her wrist, tiny little moans falling from her lips as she squirmed at the sensations.

Dara teased and teased until she was begging, and then she was three fingers deep, the girl on the verge of her climax when—

CLICK.

Dara startled, looking over her shoulder to see a stranger opening the dorm door. She swore she fucking locked that, so who the hell was this bitch interrupting her?

"There's a lock for a reason," Dara groaned, and her latest hook up squeaked in surprise, scrambling to grab her clothes and cover herself up. Dara, in only her bra and underwear, didn't care as much about her state of undress. "Can I fucking help you?"

Ah, the stranger was dragging a suitcase behind her. Oh. Oh, shit. Right. Dara forgot about the new roommate thing... Well, shit. She didn't expect the new girl to show up this soon.

"Never mind," Dara muttered, climbing off her bed and tugging on a discarded t-shirt. "Bye, Kate. We'll continue this another time, babe."

Kate flushed bright red, avoiding eye contact as she rushed out of there, leaving Dara to properly greet her new dormmate. She fixed her hair, looking the newcomer up and down, an eyebrow raising in interest.

Oh. She's cute. Suddenly Dara didn't mind that she was interrupted, so long as this new cutie was the one to be in her bed next.

"Name's Dara," she introduced, giving her new roommate an enchanting smile. "Need any help settling in?" She threw in a wink to make it clear she was flirting. Some girls could be oblivious.