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her. As she put her clothes on hangers and hung them up, her heart dropped when she noticed a picture of her and her ex, Tameka, in the bottom of her closet. It had been left from last semester.
    Emotions flooded back as she glanced into the past. Tameka still looked good, and she was that fat girl again. She remembered the good times, when Tameka made her feel special. Suddenly she wanted to cry when the memory of catching Tameka in their bed with another girl came back. She tore the picture into pieces.
    â€œNo, Carmen, you are not going to let this happen again.” She took a deep breath and began to get dressed.
    Carmen looked at herself in the mirror. Suddenly the black halter wasn’t looking too good anymore. She grabbed a purple top, put it on, and turned to the side. It didn’t work either; it made her look fat. After changing five more times, she settled for the original black halter with a black denim skirt. Black was slimming, after all.
    She put on her sandals and looked in the mirror again. She fixed her hair. If it was one thing that she loved, it was her hair. She was blessed with thick, long, manageable hair. She added her accessories and looked in the mirror again.
    â€œOh yeah, now I look right.” She smiled, and headed out the door ready to find Ms. Right.
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    â€œDamn!” Cooley said as she walked into her room to find a beautiful naked girl laying on her bed. “Damn, my bad,” Cooley turned her face from her naked roommate. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think . . . I mean . . . look, um . . .”
    The girl stood up and walked toward Cooley. “Oh, don’t worry about it. I am very secure with my body. I hope you don’t mind.”
    Cooley didn’t mind. Her roommate was sexy and fine, and she had no problem looking at her big breasts anytime.
    â€œOh, I’m okay, I just want you to know that I am gay, so I, um, just wanted to put that out there, so you will know and feel comfortable.” She put her things on her bed, trying not to look at the butt on her new roommate.
    The girl stood up. Her vagina was shaved with a landing strip. There was not an inch of loose fat on her body. Her breasts had to be a C or D, and her ass was nice and right.
    â€œOh, I know you’re gay. I know a lot about you, Carla ‘Killa Cap’ Montgomery.”
    Cooley was shocked; she had never seen this girl a day in her life.
    â€œHow do you know me? Aren’t you a freshman?”
    â€œOh, I’ve been watching you for a while. I see you in the club sometimes. I actually got a job this summer in the housing department just so I could make sure that we were roommates.”
    â€œWooorrdddd?” Cooley didn’t know what to do.
    The girl walked up to her and started kissing her on her neck.
    â€œHold up, shorty. Slow your roll. I don’t even know your name.”
    â€œIt’s Cynthia. Now how about you come over here and show me how killa that cap is.” The girl lay down on her bed and spread her legs.
    â€œWait a minute, girl. You really trying to get down like this the first day? What about the rest of the year? We do live together now.”
    â€œYes, and I plan on making every day count. Cooley, I have wanted you for too long and I can’t wait any longer. Please come and take me, baby, you know you want it.”
    Cooley couldn’t resist; Cynthia was looking too good, and she could see just how wet she was becoming. She walked over to her bed and placed her fingers in Cynthia’s vagina; she was dripping wet.
    Cooley walked over to her bags and grabbed a leather case. She pulled out what she called her “man,” her strap-on harness with her various size dildos. She already had her ten-inch strapped in. She kept smaller ones, in case a girl couldn’t handle her big man. She walked back over to Cynthia.
    â€œSo, I’m about to get some of that killa head I’ve heard so much about?”