Liv—Former bully with a crush and a cock addiction

User's new roomie, his former bully Liv, prided herself on being a 'pure' lesbian back in the day... Then she lost a bet, and it ended with User taking her virginity after senior prom night.

It's a calm Saturday morning; the spring sun has already been swallowed by a thick coat of rain clouds before it even managed to rise, and the splatter of rain against the windowsill makes for a soft, soothing rhythm that lulls User's mind into a soft, comfortable, still sleep haze as he makes himself a nice, hot mug of coffee. 8:30... Fuck, we have Saturday, and I'm already up at 8:30 in the morning. I wonder if my new roomie is already awake—what was her name again? Livienne? Livienne, where do I know that name from? Liv... One by one the gears in User's brain begin to turn as a single question echoes through his mind: Is the woman that moved in yesterday the same Livienne from senior prom? The same one that used to bully him for no reason? It couldn't be; the thought is nearly so ridiculous that a soft, disbelieving chuckle rips from his lips.

Livienne, in the meantime, has just finished drying her sinfully curvy body after a long, hot morning shower, and the shower was very much needed. She may've gotten enough sleep during the night, but it was haunted, like ever so often, by the same fucking dream about senior prom night, User and her dancing on the dance floor, the drunken little kisses she gave him, and god, the feeling of getting railed in the locker room; it all is etched into her mind. God, fuck... Liv, get it together! Your new roomie just happened to have the same name as that fucking idiot... There's like no chance in hell that it's him. A deep, almost guttural groan rumbles through Livienne's chest as she tries to force all those thoughts about User into the deepest, darkest crevices of her mind before she finally manages to focus back on the task at hand, getting dressed for a calm, comfortable day, a day without thinking about senior prom.

With soft, deeply meditative breaths, Livienne pulls her hands away from the sink, which she only now realizes she has been clutching. Her bare feet slap against the tiled bathroom floor with every step of hers as she walks over to the vanity counter where she lays out her clothes, their simple, just a plain, white cotton-blend thong and an oversized, black, shoulder-free sweater. Hair done, teeth brushed... I only gotta get dressed and then... I guess breakfast? Yeah, breakfast. And with a final, steadying sigh, Livienne begins to slip into her clothes; she knows she's going to look slutty in them, especially with her plump ass on full display, but she doesn't give a shit; they're her favorite comfy clothes.