Trip was tired. It had been a long and busy day arriving at university, finding his hall's check-in and getting all the enrollment and sign in sorted. With key in hand he finally staggered to his halls block. The building was a new-build brick and glass tower forming a complex near the equally new buildings of the relocated university campus. If it weren't for the large branding up the side announcing to the world that is was Allied Collegiate: New Hill Complex Student Housing And Accommodation (the AC company logo and name taking most of the space down the 20 floors of wall), the university only getting a half floor “in partnership with” just above the entrance, one would be forgiven for thinking it was an upmarket apartment complex. It technically was that, the building was arranged as a mix one bed studios though to four bed shared apartments, had a cafe, large gym with an indoor multi-use sports room (outfitted for squash, single hoop basketball, one way indoor football), large and varied social and work spaces, a “rooftop” garden between the four main projections. A late night grocers, chemists and a fast food joint sat in commercial spaces arrayed around the bottom, the rest still empty with larger than life photos of laughing morphologically diverse generic “young people” covering the windows advertising the spaces to let. The rent was extortionate but still less than even the meanest bedsits by slumlords who dominated the student housing in the area, or in the city at large. His parents and he had reconvened for lunch, then said goodbyes as it was several hours drive and although they wanted to see his new accommodation they wanted to beat the imminent rush hour. Waving them off he joined the scrum for the lifts before being whisked with his two large cases, a couple of awkward vacuum-pack bags, a generic “hold all” and backpack up to his floor, awkwardly shuffling along the bustling corridor to his shared three bed apartment. He had decided he would forgo the larger rooms and social space that the four-bed, two to a shared bathroom flats in the same price band offered for the hygiene and privacy of an en suite - the horrors of the bathroom from his last school trip still haunting him, and that was only a week away). The flat was large and airy, the door opening onto a big shared living/kitchen space with it’s panoramic view over the “New Hill Urban Regeneration” building site and half demolished tower block opposite him, a short corridor to his room and one of the others on one wall, the third rooms door on the wall opposite the other two opening directly into the social space. Everything was new and unused, the place still smelt faintly of new carpet and other volatiles giving it the air of a show room. Looking forward to a shower and piss he wrestled his bags down the short corridor and put his key in the lock.He'd been given two keys, one in a small envelope as a spare, the other one a red keyring to use. Trying to haul his bags though into the room as he shuffled through the door using one case to push the door he found himself staring at the caramel brown back and shapely ass of a mostly nude bunny woman who was turning in surprise at the intruder to her seemingly locked door. "Oh fuck! I'm sorry!" He went to dart into the corridor, but was stuck between his bags and tumbled awkwardly into the corridor. The rabbit lady made an incomprehensible sound of surprise as she pulled a towel up to cover her large pillowy bust while turning. He bashed his head on the other room's door and lay panting in a heap amongst his mess of bags as he knocked the other case over and dropped a hold all. He really wished his parents had come with him now. They'd know what to do, and he'd not have been tangled in the soft shell bag that held his duvet as one of them would be guarding his stuff while the other helped him shuttle it into his room. More importantly, they'd be witnesses to that he had no untoward intention and it would all smooth out as some bizarre misunderstanding and probably just a mix up. Moments later the bunny appeared in the doors gap, carefully moving his case out the way to allow her to peek out to the corridor from behind the hotel-like fire door. "Are you ok? I heard you fall over? It sounded painful like you hit something." She was older than he expected, younger than his parents but still old enough to be his mother if he was any judge. He realised he was still sprawled on the avalanche of bags and cases, and somewhat dazed. He shook his head to clear the fug, which only set the world spinning as his inner ear still was working out what to do after his tumble. "I'm, I'm fine. I'm sorry! I ... Must have gotten the wrong room!" He started to pull himself out of the mess of bags. She vanished and reappeared, clearly finishing redressing quickly as she appeared in the door, now fully open, in figure hugging "mom jeans" and an airy white t-shirt which accentuated her curving and well built figure. "Here, let me help you." She moved the bags partly into the room, caught him when he caught a foot on a slick vacuum bag of bedding, and soon had them both in the kitchen at the table. "This is yours. Why's your keyring red? I was told the emergency keys were red? Milk and sugar?" She was making tea, having opened the two welcome swag boxes and retrieved their mugs. Both with the university logo and AC company logo on, their names printed below in a panel approved “fun” font. She'd fetched a bag of frozen peas from the freezer which he obediently pressed to the back of his head, giving him something to focus on that wasn't the fact he'd just bumbled in on his new roommate mostly nude or the throbbing pain of embarrassment (and his head), especially as a trail of ice cold water crept down his back. She'd given him an efficient once over of an experienced mother who had done first aid and was used to cubs having accidents. "Milk, three sugars please. Brown please." He saw she had cubes out, three of which plopped in with a good helping of milk. She set his down next to him, followed by a glass of water and an open first aid bag with an assortment of painkiller boxes on display. He choked down a paracetamol and was relieved of the thawing peas and given one last check. She was shorter than the gangling wolf, he had to lean slightly forward to let her see his head, bringing him dangerously close to those pillowy mounds and soft stomach. She settled opposite him. "Well. That was. Unexpected." Clearly she was about as sure what to say about this as he was. "I'm so sorry! I- " He didn't really know what to say. A socially stunted nerd, he was ill equipped for this. "It's ok. I think there's been a mix up with the keys. Or rooms, or apartments. I was told I was to share with other "mature students" or "returning/life long learners", and you don't look much younger than either of my own two kits. We'll go down to the check-in help desk and sort this out. However, for now, I'm Caramel." She held up her mug and drew her hand below it to show her name in her best impression of a sales assistant. "And you're Trip. Lucky we both have distinct names for this part of the world. I'd hate to think I'd accidentally ransacked someone else's welcome box." The two open boxes sat to one side, the third unopened: drinks bottle, soft toy mascot, hoodie, personalised mug and multi-head phone charger, pen and notebook (RRP from campus shops: 100! Purchase and all other costs: 30, profit: 70, branded merch made the university a lot of cash) all as a gift for staying in the costly accommodation. They sat and made small talk as they finished their drinks. She got up to lead them to the sign in desks and helpful volunteers to sort it out, slipping on her shoes from next to the door. He part hoped he was in the wrong apartment as he didn't want to live with someone who took shoes off by the door in student diggs and reminded him of his mother or an aunt, but he also hoped it wasn’t a mistake as he'd spent the last half hour able to see her large dark nipples though her t-shirt which itself left little to hide her curving figure and desperately wanted to see more of the attractive MILF bunny. "Err, you. Sorry, you may want to put your hoodie on. Sorry I interrupted you while dressing..." He deliberately looked away, raising a hand to shield his gaze, as if he'd only just spotted the not so small dark outlines under the fabric, and motioned vaguely towards her chest at a distance. "Wha? Oh! Oh goodness. I'll be right back!" She dashed back to the disputed room and reappeared after a few moments, the dark dinner plates now hidden, the faint outline of a white bra now covering them. "Okay, let me see, 1112 and 1113. Hmm." The old ursine squinted at his screen. They'd given an edited account of what had happened, and how the older rabbit was expecting others like her, to the help desk volunteer. The volunteer caught a member of staff who repeated the process of information gathering, and now they stood in the site office of the complex's management. "Let me see the keys... Oh. You have Caramel's emergency key. If you'd both open your envelopes? Ah yes. Ok someone made a mistake and bagged them incorrectly. Apologies. As for which room: You sir are 1112, so should be opposite the lady here in 1113.” The bear quickly exchanged and re-sealed the envelopes, issuing Trip the key for 1112. “Unfortunately, it looks like the system automatically matched you as isn't anyone else in the bracket meeting your preferences, so unfortunately Ms Caramel, you got paired with Mr Trip and a Mx Pødz who it turns out is not joining us leaving that room unoccupied. Officially I should ask you to bring down their unclaimed box, unofficially it would just be broken up and put in the shop or into a new box, the mug into the staffroom or bin. It's all been paid for and is non-refundable. Things go missing in such a chaotic time." He shrugged and made a hand gesture and meaningful look that he’d not mind if this box “went missing”. "If you want to be assigned to those closest to your preferences you'll need to email the student housing manager and AC Accommodations officer to ask to be reassigned, but I can guarantee you you'll probably be assigned to a lower grade of flat or different older building with less amenities and still pay the same rates. But, sometimes swaps can happen and such. Or if you don't want to face one another's rooms one of you can move into 1114. It's up to you each to work out what to do. If you want to try and stick it out; there's a formal swap at half term and then every end of term until your lease is up." They walked back to their flat in silence, both thinking. "I'll move my stuff into my room then. It was good to meet you!" He collected his bags from where they had been shuffled out the way in the hall and dragged them into his room. He could give it a few days. The advice site had said sometimes it took a couple of weeks to find out you didn't get along and needed to swap, so you could swap at the first half term or major holiday. ***** He stood in the shower scrubbing his fur when unbidden the image of the bunny's chest thought that white top and the fleeting glimpse of her shapely ass rose to his mind, along with his cock. He reached down and closed his eyes. He imagined what those soft luscious breasts would feel like, that plump curvy ass, the soft tummy and wide hips. He knew it was wrong to sexualise his roommate but it felt so good. ***** The next few days were a blur of activity and onboarding. Freshers week started formally the week after induction week and enrollment week which staggered student joining days. He saw very little of the bunny over the two weeks, finding others on his course and spending most of his time with them rather than in his flat, and presumably she did too. Freshers week was carnage. A hoard of students discovered nearly true independence for the first time. Trip himself got properly drunk for the first time, went clubbing for the second (his first being he and a school friends combined birthday where rain had kept the towns only club almost empty and driven the decision to go home and play videogames into the small hours), and tried smoking for the first and last time. He was glad his course mates liked to hang out in one of their flats. Two of them had somehow been placed with other engineering and technology school people. The university claimed it tried to mix everyone up to create a “dynamic learning, cultural and social environment”, which meant one of his new friends shared with a high strung accountant, a ghostly art history student, and weird psychology student (who seemed like they would be more interested in head measuring and skull lumps than actual sciences), as they could stay up late and play videogames together and no one got mad as they all had basically the same interests. He also liked that his friends didn't come over as returning to the neat and tidy flat was a relief, and her understanding and motherly nature made easing into adulthood of having to cook and clean up much easier - she didn’t clean up after him and was firm enough with him to make sure that he did. Plus she had a habit of not wearing bras around the place when she wasn't about to go out, and he was not about to share that with a group of horny socially stunted nerds, which he felt very mature about as he knew that a not that distantly past self would have invited a couple over to sneakily get a look to make them jealous. He especially liked this when he staggered in drunk and found she was also tipsy and raiding the fridge in only a pair of pyjama shorts that left very little to the imagination. They'd both been so out of it they had eaten toast standing in the kitchen as if it was entirely natural, his brain only catching up the next morning as he replayed the previous night in the shower, neither said anything about the incident. Eventually lectures started and they both fell into a rhythm, and he joined some dating apps at the behest of his friends, most of whom where equally desperate to get on the dating scene (even the girls who refused to date anyone on the course, which the boys agreed with the idea, no matter how much they wanted to jump them, as Leslie said "the odds are good for us girls, but fucking hell the goods are odd."), and like equally many of them he was hoping to loose his virginity - he wasn’t hurrying but still, it was uni and he’d somehow missed out on the action so many seemed to get during Freshers. He was sitting flicking though one of these when a certain caramel coloured busty bunny appeared in his recommendations. He was surprised when she matched him back. They chatted via the app from different rooms about how funny it was to match, how hard dating was, hobbies and interests, then moved to normal messaging when the free messages ran out. It honestly really helped them build their roommate relationship more than anything else as they had short conversations over tea or breakfast, but chatting online was handy when you both have very different schedules. ***** It was three weeks after Freshers she sent him a message. >>>What're you wearing? ;) He wasn't sure if she had meant him to get that. >Did you mean me? lol He was surprised at the next >>> The tall, lanky, wolf nerd in the opposite room? >Yh? >>>It was for you ;) He considered his reply carefully. >Nt much, PJ's. >>>Pics? As your generation would say ;) This one he considered even more carefully. He didn't think a picture of him in his brown and red “Tontine” super hero pyjamas was what would progress this how he wanted. Thinking fast he scrambled out of his pyjamas. He considered taking a nude selfie but chickened out and instead went for his washing basket and grabbed his boxers. They fitted him well and gave him a nice bulge, he checked himself in the mirror. He'd been described as a "long twink" - if he hadn't been so tall and gangly he'd probably be a twink a friend had told him, but as he seemed just a bit too long in the arms and legs and body, almost stretched a bit, he wasn't really. Most others called him a scarecrow. He picked a pose and snapped a picture in the mirror. It wasn't good and he felt self conscious about sending one in just his boxers but hopefully this lead where he wanted. He sent it before he got cold feet. >>>Nice. Very nice. But I know those are not your pyjamas, we live together. These are better though. He blushed and felt himself stiffen. >wbu? The response was slower this time. >>>I don't know what that means, sorry. >*What about you? >>>Oh! That makes sense. Oops. He waited, eyes glued to the screen, desperately hard and hopeful for something, anything. So focused was he he practically jumped out of his skin when there was a knock on his door. "I, ah, err." He started to say. She came in without being asked regardless. "Does this answer your question?" She was in pyjama shorts and a t-shirt, neither leaving much at all to the imagination. He couldn't actively recall until after they were done what happened next but he found himself locked in a passionate kiss with the shorter rabbit woman. Her hand was at his boxers bulge. "You huge... I ... Fuck me, please?" She panted as she stepped back, finger hooked into his waistband. "I've never done this before, I don't think I'll be any good." He hooked his own fingers in and slowly dragged his boxers down, freeing his erection finally. "That's fine, we can practice. Wow you're really huge..." She was kissing him again, feeling over his shaft between them. "Really?" He couldn’t help the surprised tone. "Yes. If you want to, I have a box of condoms to get though." "How many's that?" "Does it matter?" "No." The backs of his knees hit the side of his bed, he sat, bringing the lanky wolf closer to her height. Their tongues wrestled in muzzles as they panted against each other's lips. Her hands were exploring his cock and felt alien but welcome as the first ones not his own stroked and caressed his arousal. They shuffled so he was lying on the bed, her straddling his thighs as she stroked him. "I know you look at me. Do you think of me?" "Yes." "I do too." He wondered if she meant she thought about herself or about him. Or he would have if her chest and its large dark nipples hadn't been pressed against his chest, her fabric clad crotch grinding against his shaft and tongue tasting his molars. "Ready?" She had produced the box of condoms from somewhere and knelt up over him. "Wait! Wait, aren't you a bit, I showed you mine?" He blushed as she grinned down. "Mmm. I was about to say... Want to help?" She guided his hands to her t-shirt, which he gripped and started to raise up. With only a bit of difficulty she knelt over him topless, soft tummy gently rolling up to large pillowy breasts which hung nice and full with their large dark chocolate nipples. For the first time since he was a pup, and thus conscious of it, he felt a breast in his hand, then another. He didn't know what to do and gently squeezed and rocked them, appreciating the weight. "We can play with these later, but right now, I really need this in me." She dragged a finger up his cock for emphasis. "I'll roller over, get these off, you get one of those on and then we get off. How's that sound?" She tugged at her waistband and flicked her short muzzle at the box on the bedside table. His mind was racing, his hard pounding, tail wagging so hard under him he thought he may strain it, and his cock throbbed urgently. "I'll take that as a yes." She motioned to his tail thumping her knee. She rolled off him and on to her back beside him, quickly raising her wide soft hips to leave her nude beside him. He boggled at her soft curving form nude beside him, she shifted and spread her legs, one hand diving between them to stroke over her sex, the other at her chest, gently stroking a nipple. "We have all the time for play and exploration later big guy..." The hand at her chest took his cock and stroked over it, reminding him he was meant to be slipping a condom on and then having sex with her. He was about to lose his virginity to his hot MILF room mate! She wanted to have sex with him! He wanted to have sex with her! They where going to fuck! He scrambled up between her legs and fished a packet out the box, carefully opened it, slowly checking the direction with a blow and rolling it awkwardly down his shaft. He'd tried one they'd given him during sex ed. all those years ago, then forgotten about the small box as he’d simply never needed it - blowing onto his hand or chest, the shower or a sock being so much more convenient and, well, it wasn’t he hadn’t wanted to have sex, just the opportunity never presented itself - or even the chance to have such an opportunity. It was slightly slimy but stretched down over his knot comfortably sealing him a silicone balloon of slightly yellow latex. "Err. Lube?" He remembered that from sex ed. too. They never really used it in porn but that was porn, a lot of things got skipped he thought. "I got plenty." She raised her fingers from her sex, fine strands glinting between them which he found deeply arousing - he had made this gorgeous MILF wet! "Take your time, whenever you're ready." He knelt between her legs and looked down at the pleasingly caramel coloured bunny below him. His cock throbbed and bobbed before him. With a deep breath, hoping he'd last long enough to satisfy her, he angled his cock in and slowly started to push. "Mmm, there we go. Go however fast you want, you won't break me." He shivered slightly as he sunk into her, closing his eyes and taking long steady breaths as he pushed his hips forward, his hands on her knees. The position wasn't exactly comfortable and was a bit awkward as it pulled his cock down at an odd angle, but the feeling was. The feeling was... The feeling was everything and nothing he expected. She was warm around him, slightly tight but not particularly so - like he'd taken a decent and comfortable grip on himself, but oh so different as it was his whole cock in one embrace. Slightly sticky but that was probably the condom. Mostly she felt right, this was right. Mostly. His knees were starting to ache from kneeling like this, porn stars made it look so easy. "You're doing great. Fuck, you feel so good and big, but, would you like to change position? You can't be comfortable like that, tall guy like you." He opened his eyes finally, and nodded, catching a glimpse on the down stroke he stopped and stared at his cock vanishing between her pink lips, just visible amongst the surrounding fur. Only his knot remained out of her, the tip of his bulbs resting flaccid against her lips. He slowly pulled back and watched fixated on the sight of his cock sliding out, her lips pulling slightly with it leaving a slightly brighter liquid sheen on the slightly matt of the condom. He pressed back in slowly watching again how their bodies coupled, repeating the process several times slowly as if hypnotised. It wasn't comfortable like this but it was fascinating to watch, and weirdly arousing too. "I can be on top if you want to watch like that but, I'd rather you be on top and in control for your first time." She had one of her hands on his, the other reaching down and stroking her sex as he watched his cock move within her. "I'm, I'm fine just... Wow..." Remembering himself he shifted and hilted in her as he awkwardly lay over her, far more comfortably resting on elbows and fore arms as well as knees. Her large breasts rubbed against his chest as he shifted and wriggled over her. "How's the fit?" "So... Good..." He whispered. "Good, you feel so good in me..." She wrapped one arm around his chest, the other held his forearm, her legs shifted and she started to rock her hips. He joined in the motion, starting to gently hump into the wonderful thick bunny below him. He leaned forward to kiss her again, tongues meeting as he found his own rhythm and momentum. The feeling was incredible, her thighs brushing against his hips and flanks, her breasts and tummy against his chest and torso, her hands caressing his back, breath hot and damp against his neck and lips, and her cunt hugging him tight so rightly. He knew he'd not last long. He started to build up speed and lose his rhythm. "Do it, tie me, cum for me. Fill me with that big wolf knot!" He bucked and thrust several more times in increasing desperation and speed before finally, with a single forceful thrust the lobes of his knot slipped in, expanding quickly to fill the bunny's pussy. She moaned loudly and lewdly under him, a hand had somehow snaked between them, fingers dancing over her sex and occasionally grazing the exposed root of his cock and the base of his swollen knot. The world spun as he came, this was his best orgasm ever, so much more powerful and heady than his first he'd had all those years ago and been chasing ever since. His nerves surged and pulsed from his cock and balls up, racing up to explode behind his eyes as he came harder than ever before, he felt his cock pump and throb within the rabbits clutching sex. She moaned and panted below him, soon the pressure around his knot grew as she shuddered, her own orgasm sweeping over her. She held him tight as they both came. Panting, she relaxed a little, adjusting her grip she applied a slight pressure, signaling him to roll with her onto their sides. A bit of awkwardness ensued as they untangled arms and legs while joined at the hips, but both were too tired and happy to care. He could do this so much. It felt a shame to ever go back to his hand again. "That was really good, and so needed. Thank you, I hope you had as much fun as I did." "So, good, so... So good. Thank you too." He felt a dumb grin spread over his muzzle, he was tired suddenly, it was still early, he'd not lasted that long, he knew he hadn't, but still, as the adrenaline wore off he started to flag. She was too, her eyelids growing heavy before him. "How long will this last?" She clenched around him, drawing an awkward desperate moan from his lips. "I... Don't know. When I. When I, y'know." He didn't know why he suddenly felt so embarrassed about masturbating and talking about it considering his dick was literally lodged deeply within her, but he did. "Mmm, now there's something I want to watch... Maybe later... Go on." She purred, nuzzling and nipping his neck. "When I finish, I don't really grip for long, just, finish and then let go pretty fast. But, I did once hold on for five minutes and stayed swollen so... At least five minutes maybe? I was having fun but had to let go… as my parents came home." He blushed. "Mmm, well, the good news is, it's just us here so you can stay like that as long as you want. Except when you need to go to lectures of course." He nodded. Of course, he couldn't spend all his time tied to her or his paw, he had lectures and stuff. Then his mind caught up. Had she suggested they could do this more often and just be tied for as long as he wanted? "If you last that long, I may be able to get another orgasm in, if you want to help..." She grinned and kissed him, hand guiding his down to grope her plentiful ass, her own going to his rather meagre rear as his tail found its second wind. Oh how he wanted to help bring her to a second orgasm. He'd just lost his virginity and was now going to spend as long as he could having as much sex as he could with his gorgeous sexy MILF bunny room mate.