Roommate Rumble
By Viking
College girl takes care of her spoiled summer roommate

 



    I hate my roommate. I hate her looks, I hate the way she acts, I hate
absolutely everything about her! Before I blow a gasket let me explain
why I can't stand Denise Mitchell.

    My name is Lindsey Miller. I'm a 21-year old junior, majoring
in Health Promotions, at a very respected college in the Midwest.
It's a private school with a very high tuition. If it wasn't
for an athletic scholarship in soccer I never would have been able to
afford going to school here. I'm not one to pat myself on the back
but I'm pretty good at soccer. I've been all-conference the
past two years and last year led the league in scoring. I've always
been involved in sports since I was a kid so guess I would consider
myself a jock.

    I'm not the most gifted player but I've learned if you
work hard, good things happen to you. My coaches would say I'm an
overachiever. I make up for my limited athletic skills with hustle and
determination. My mindset is nobody is going to outwork me.

    I've really trained hard including a lot of time spent in the
weight room to be in the best shape possible. My body is lean and my
muscles are defined. I'm no weightlifter but I'm pretty cut
for a smaller size girl.

   I'm 5-4, 120-pounds, with long brown hair, and I've been
told I resemble Sandra Bullock.

     Okay, enough about me, why do I hate Denise Mitchell? Let me explain
a little more. I live off campus (don't even get me started about
living in a dorm) in a quaint two-bedroom house. The rent for the house
is more than it should be but it's in a perfect location. The house
is right near the college, close to the athletic complex, and walking
distance to where the strip is. The strip is where everyone at the
college hangs out. It's a four-block area where all the bars, clubs
and restaurants are.

    I lucked out big time getting this place. My roommate for the past
year was another member of the soccer team, Erin. The plan was for Erin
and I to rent the house following the school year. We would live there
during the summer, and keep possession of it for the next school year.
Everything was cool. We both had jobs for the summer, we were going to
workout together, we had it all planned out.

     Well, then this is when everything got screwed up. Just two days
before the end of the school year, out of the blue, Erin gets an offer to
intern at a pretty prestigious corporation. The internship is out of
state so she obviously can't live with me during the summer.

     I was really happy for Erin. We're best friends and she was
psyched about getting the internship. But on the other hand I was
freaking out because there was no way I could afford the rent for the
house all by myself. So I posted a flier for a roommate for the summer at
the campus union. That's how I met psycho bitch from hell, Denise
Mitchell.

    Denise was the first one to give me a call. She said she needed a
place to live in a hurry, so we arranged a time for her to come over and
see the place.

    I was a startled when I met her for the first time. I don't
know what I was expecting but when I opened up the door here was this
blonde Amazon. Denise is tall. She's six-one, I guess she was a
former member of the volleyball team but hurt her knee and quit the
sport. She is also a thick, big boned girl. The best way to
describe her was voluptuous as she has a very curvy feminine figure.

    She's overweight by about 20-pounds but still attractive. She
has big brown eyes, tan skin and long blonde silky hair that just goes
past her shoulders. Denise also has big breasts. I always got bosom envy
every time I saw her with her massive 34 D-cups.

     I could tell right away we didn't have much in common. She
meets me in designer clothes and wearing expensive jewelry. Also
she's perfectly put together. Her hair was glamorous, make-up on,
manicured, etc. She was a husky Barbie doll. On the other hand here I am
wearing sweats, and my hair tucked under a ball cap.

     I'm use to girls like Denise at my college. Most of the
students at my school come from wealthy families so I've become
familiar with girls walking around campus looking like they're
modeling to be on the cover of Vogue.

      Denise didn't seem too impressed with the house, which
surprised me because it's a cute place. However she did like the
location and said that being walking distance from the strip was awesome.
She made a few comments that led me to believe she liked to party, which
at the time should have been a red flag for me. Anyhow, after a couple of
minutes of deliberation she agreed to be my roommate for the summer. We
established that she would pay her share of the rent, split the cost on
the utilities and she would be responsible for her own food. We shook
hands on it and I had a roommate. God, if I only knew what I was getting
myself into.

       Almost immediately after Denise moved in she got on my nerves. One
problem was our different backgrounds. I grew up in blue collar, middle
class environment, while Denise was raised in a very affluent lifestyle.
It would piss me off that I had to bust my ass working two jobs while
Denise's daddy would send her money any time she asked.  She
didn't have to work so she would sleep most of the day and then
party hard at night.

      Then she began doing other little things that bothered me. If she
wasn't talking on the phone, she was spending forever in the
bathroom. Not to mention she would never pick up after herself, do the
dishes, or help out with any type of cleaning.

     Listen, I'm not anal or miss good house keeping scene of
approval, I just like having things clean

     Well things started to get worse after about three weeks. She was
going out every night to the strip then she would wake me up stumbling
home from the bars. Sometimes she would wake me up with some of the guys
she would hook up with. Lets just say Denise was very "vocal"
when it came to sex.

     I'm not one to be timid or non-confrontational so I would tell
her everything that she was doing that was pissing me off. She would
respond by saying, "I'm sorry honey, it won't happen
again" but her tone would be condescending.

     What finally set me off was when I noticed things of mine missing.
One of my jobs was a waitress so I always had some extra cash from tips.
Well, I would keep it in this ceramic bowl on my dresser. All of a sudden
I began noticing that twenty or forty bucks would be missing at a time. I
was suspicious Denise was taking it, so I set her up by putting a
20-dollar in the bowl, which I had marked with an X in the corner. I put
the 20-dollar bill right on top of the other cash I had in the bowl.

     That night after working out at the gym I got home and Denise was
gone. I'm sure she was at the bars again. Well anyhow, I checked to
see if the marked 20-dollar bill was still there and sure enough it was
gone. I was livid! I was so pissed that this rich spoiled bitch, who
could get money anytime she called home, was stealing from me. I
didn't care what time she was coming home tonight, Denise and I
were going to have words.

     So that's why I hate Denise Mitchell. I was so mad at her that
I didn't even change after my workout. I was still wearing my black
sports bra and black Adidas sweat pants. I was like a caged animal
waiting for her to come back. I was pacing up and down all pissed off.

     Finally, Denise came home around 2:30 in the morning. She was
wearing a white sleeveless halter-top that plunged down showing off her
big boobs and tan skin. She had on blue jeans with a wide black leather
belt and these black, open toe high heel pumps that elevated her tall
frame.

     I immediately lit into her once she got in the door and got in her
face. At first she tried to deny she stole the money and acted all
totally innocent and hurt that I would accuse her but I could tell she
was lying. I kept after her and finally she snapped "Oh,
don't worry about it, I'll pay your little white trash ass
back!" She grabbed a handful of cash out of her wallet from her
purse and flung it at me. "Now you can afford some real clothes
when you're out with your dyke soccer friends" she snapped at
me, as some of the bills she had thrown at me drifted to the ground.

    That really set me off so I called her "a fat spoiled
bitch". Denise then shocked me as she slapped me across the face
hard. She had on several rings so it really stung. I was stunned she did
that as I held my hands over my stinging right cheek. She then pointed a
finger in my face and hissed "Listen here you little cunt,
don't you ever fuck with me again". Denise then poked me in
the chest with her index finger and said, "Fuck with me and
I'll kick your bony little ass!"  

     She stared at me with this tough bitch, "what are you going to
do" look and walked away, purposely bumping into me with her
shoulder. Denise headed to her room leaving me standing their holding my
cheek, totally shocked at what a psycho she was. All of a sudden
something snapped inside of me. I was beyond furious and through with all
her crap. I'm not a violent person but her big ass was going down.

   Denise was entering the doorway to her room with her back to me when I
scampered over, grabbed with both hands her long blonde hair from behind
and yanked it back hard. Denise yelled in pain and stumbled backwards as
I pulled her hair. She was able to turn her body to face me causing her
long blonde hair to twist over her head, covering half her face. I still
had a firm hold of her hair forcing Denise to bend over because of our
height difference. The fat cow grabbed my wrists and tried to break my
grasp but I began to spin her in a circle, keeping her off balance. The
tall blonde couldn't do anything but stagger in pain as I spun her
around the living room by her hair. I got some momentum going and she
shrieked in pain as I spun her faster. I finally let go and she stumbled
and tripped over a coffee table, falling face first to the floor.

    After a moment to catch her breath, Denise stumbled up off the floor
extremely pissed. "You're fucking dead", She snapped at
me as she held the back of her head where I had been pulling her hair.
Her face was flush and scowling.

     I was still a dizzy from spinning her but I saw she was coming after
me so I reacted quickly. I lowered my shoulders and ran hard into her. I
barreled into her, grabbing her around the waist, pushing her backwards.
My muscular legs were churning as we staggered back until I pushed
Denise's back hard against the wall. The jarring impact caused
pictures hanging on the wall to go crashing to the floor.

     The collision against the wall caused Denise to loosen her grip
around me just for a second, allowing my right arm free. I took advantage
by sending a hard jab into her soft tummy. The blow hurt the buxom blonde
as she doubled over and placed both her hands to cover where I had hit
her. I then savagely grabbed her long blonde hair again and pulled her
head down quickly, while bringing up my right knee into her face. Her
head snapped up from the jarring impact, her face dazed and grimacing in
pain. Denise leaned back against the wall burying her face in her hands.

    I wanted to take the spoiled princess down to the ground so I did the
first thing that came to my mind. I don't care if it is fighting
dirty, I kicked her right in her crotch. Remember, I'm a soccer
player so I was able to get a good thrust as my foot drilled her right in
her womanhood.

     Denise let out a loud gasp like sound and quickly doubled over. I
then grabbed her by her hair again and tugged it down. I fell to my knees
pulling her with me as her big body tumbled to the floor.

    She was hurting and didn't react quickly enough as I pushed her
big body on to her back and climbed on top of her. I struggled with her
for a few moments but I was able to position myself where I was straddled
across her chest, pinning her arms down with my knees. Denise realized
too late what I was doing and then panicked when she couldn't get
me off. The big blonde tried desperately to buck me off and slip her arms
out but I was able to keep my hold tight. For as big as she was, Denise
wasn't very strong. Her flabby arms were hopelessly pinned to the
ground.    

     She couldn't do anything to protect herself so I responded
with several hard punches to her big boobs. Denise squealed in pain each
time I connected. I knew her ass was mine as she began crying. The
spoiled brat was getting whipped by someone half her size and there was
nothing she could do. I could have quit then but I wanted to teach her a
lesson for being such a bitch.

    "Who's going to kick my ass?" I screamed at her as
I then began slapping her face back and forth. After about a dozen hard
smacks I finally quit.

     The big blonde was bawling her eyes her out. "Stop, please
stop" she wailed as I lay on top of her. "I give up Lindsey,
please don't hurt me anymore", She begged.

     Denise looked terrible. It was a combination of several things: her
mascara smearing from crying, a dark shiner that was forming on her left
eye and a puffy, swollen lip.

     "I'm not with done with you yet", I said to her.
"Get up and take your pants off". She looked confused when I
said that so I slapped her hard across the face to show her I
wasn't kidding.

     I got off her and watched her slowly get up. I could tell she was
sore and hurting all over as she moved very gingerly. She was scared
about what I was going to do next to her but she did what I told her and
slowly took off her jeans.

     I then grabbed her by her right elbow and took her over to the
couch. I sat down and then pulled her down. "Lay over my knee,
now!" I snapped at her. Denise let out a groan as she knew what my
plans were for her. I slowly took my time to prolong her trepidation on
what would occur next. I didn't realize how heavy she was until I
positioned her big bubble butt over my knees.

    "Ple-ple-ase don't do this", Denise whined as she
lay like a little grade school girl over my knees. I acted like I
didn't hear her as I twisted her right arm behind her back and then
locked my left leg around her legs.

     "This is something that should have been done to your spoiled
ass a long time ago" I said and then proceeded to spank her hard.
After about minute, Denise was crying hard like a baby. Even though my
hand was stinging I continued spanking her until her ass cheeks were
bright red.

      When I was finished I further embarrassed her by making her put her
hands on her head and stand in the corner. Denise looked rather pathetic,
as here was this big, voluptuous blonde, blubbering with her hands on top
of her head with no pants on, exposing her crimson butt cheeks. I
couldn't help but take a few pictures of her in her predicament for
some insurance from any reprisal from her. I figured there was no way she
would want try anything against me and risk the fear of the pictures
turning up somewhere. Plus I know she wouldn't want to let anyone
know that a girl half her size beat the shit out of her.

      After our incident, for some reason, Denise decided to move out.
Not before she paid in cash her share of the rent including two months if
she would have continued to live with me during the summer.

     So it all worked out pretty well as I now had the house to myself. I
think this might be a pretty good summer after all.