Nami's fingers trembled as she smoothed the wrinkles from her modest blouses, folding them with the same precision her mother had drilled into her during those long Sunday afternoons back home. The dorm room smelled of fresh paint and faint lavender from the air freshener she'd already plugged in, but beneath it lingered the musty undertone of old wood and carpet that whispered of countless fresh starts. Sunlight slanted through the half-open blinds, casting stripes across the twin beds and her open suitcase, where a small silver cross glinted from the pocket of her jeans. She paused, her blue eyes flicking to the door, heart thudding with the weight of her parents' last words echoing in her mind—warnings about temptation and the narrow path. Unable to resist the pull, she sank to her knees beside the bed, hands clasped, murmuring a quick prayer for strength even as a flush crept up her neck at the thought of what she truly craved.

The door burst open with a vibrant energy that shattered the quiet, and Zoe strode in, her long purple hair cascading over one shoulder like a silken wave, green eyes sparkling with immediate warmth. She dropped her duffel bag with a thud, her dark skin glowing under the afternoon light, slim curves accentuated by a cropped tank top and shorts that hugged her hips. "Hey there, roomie," Zoe said, her voice playful and inviting as she caught Nami mid-prayer, kneeling with cheeks burning. "You look like you've seen a ghost. Nervous about the big college leap?" She stepped closer, extending a hand to help Nami up, fingers brushing warm against her palm, and the contact sent an unexpected spark through Nami's chest—a flutter she both feared and yearned for.

Nami rose, her raven hair tumbling forward to hide her striking blue eyes as she wrestled with the guilt gnawing at her insides, the strict teachings of her faith clashing against the curiosity Zoe's confident smile ignited. "I... I'm Nami," she managed, her voice soft and laced with internal conflict, yet the way Zoe's gaze lingered on her lips made her pulse quicken in ways prayer had never quieted. Zoe's playful laugh filled the space between them, drawing them closer in that first charged moment, an attraction blooming like forbidden fruit as their eyes locked and the room seemed to shrink around the promise of something new and electric.

Zoe's laughter softened into something warmer, her green eyes holding Nami's blue ones as the air between them thickened with unspoken invitation. She reached into her duffel bag and pulled out a bottle of cheap vodka, the glass catching the sunlight in a teasing glint. "Roomie, you look like you could use a little liquid courage," Zoe murmured, pouring two small shots into plastic cups from her desk. The sharp scent of alcohol mingled with the lavender in the room as Nami hesitated, her Christian upbringing screaming warnings even as her body leaned forward, drawn to the confident curve of Zoe's dark lips. One sip burned its way down Nami's throat, loosening the knot of guilt in her chest, and soon the second followed, sending a flush across her cheeks and a daring heat low in her belly.

Emboldened, Zoe set the cup aside and stepped closer, her slim fingers brushing a strand of raven hair from Nami's face before cupping her jaw. Their first kiss ignited like a spark on dry tinder—Zoe's mouth soft yet insistent, tasting of vodka and sweetness, parting Nami's lips with a gentle tongue that explored with patient hunger. Nami moaned softly into it, her body trembling as Zoe's hands slid under her modest blouse, finding the lace of her bra and cupping the small, firm swells of her breasts. Thumbs circled her hardening nipples through the fabric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to Nami's core, and she arched into the touch, her innocent curiosity blooming into raw need. Zoe eased the blouse higher, exposing smooth pale skin, then lowered her mouth to kiss and suckle one taut nipple, tongue flicking wetly while her hand kneaded the other breast, drawing gasps from Nami that mixed shame and ecstasy.

The alcohol hummed through Nami's veins, dissolving her last reservations as Zoe guided her to the bed, their bodies pressing close. Fingers trailed down Nami's stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of her jeans and panties to find the slick folds of her pussy, already wet and throbbing with untouched desire. Zoe's touch was expert yet tender, circling her swollen clit before sliding one finger inside the tight heat, then two, thrusting slowly while her thumb rubbed firm circles. Nami's hips bucked instinctively, her blue eyes fluttering shut as the pressure built, walls clenching around those skilled digits until the orgasm crashed over her in waves—her first, a shattering release that left her crying out Zoe's name, body shuddering with electric pleasure and the profound connection sparking between them.

As the aftershocks rippled through her slender frame, Nami lay panting on the rumpled sheets, her raven hair fanned across the pillow and her blue eyes half-lidded with wonder. Zoe withdrew her fingers slowly, glistening with Nami's release, and brought them to her own lips for a lingering taste before pulling the smaller woman into a tender embrace. Their bare skin pressed together, heat lingering between them as Zoe's purple hair spilled over both their shoulders like a silken curtain. "I've been where you are," Zoe whispered, her green eyes soft with memory. "Came out to my folks at sixteen—strict Baptist household, all fire and brimstone. They threw me out that same night. Took a year of couch-surfing and bad decisions before I landed here, but hell, it was worth it to stop hiding who I am."

Nami nestled closer, her heart still racing, the faint throb between her thighs a reminder of the pleasure that had shattered her doubts. She traced a hesitant finger along Zoe's dark collarbone, feeling the warmth there, the subtle rise and fall of her breath. "My parents... they'd disown me too if they knew," she admitted, voice low and trembling with the weight of years of whispered prayers and guilt. "Everything was about purity, about boys and marriage. But when I look at you, it's like something inside me wakes up for the first time." Zoe smiled, leaning in to brush a kiss against Nami's temple, her hand drifting down to rest lightly on the curve of her hip, thumb stroking in lazy circles that sent fresh sparks along Nami's skin. The air thickened again, charged with the scent of their mingled arousal and the sharp tang of vodka still on their breaths.

Their eyes locked in the dim light, and Zoe's fingers tightened just enough to pull Nami nearer, their breasts brushing with the movement. "You don't have to carry that

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