Mizzy smiled, her black lips curling on her surprisingly tanned face as she continued to peruse the book of dark and dreary poetry.  Perused and let loose a very un-gothy giggle as she shut the book and rolled onto her back with a bubbling laugh.<br/><br/><em>By the darkest demons of the Stygian abyss, by the very powers of hell . . . . these idiots can’t write to save their lives – </em>she smirked as she tossed it over her shoulder into the far corner of her room.<br/><br/>As both a Lit student and a life long wearer of black lipstick Mizzy felt rather confident in making the pronouncement.  Her own library was sparse; a few demonic summoning manuals, her own copy of the fictional  78’ version of the<em>Necronomicon </em>, the self esteem books her mother always insisted on sending her, and the collected works of Freud.  A bit eclectic but it suited the slim girl perfectly, just like the dark room she reclined in.  Heavy curtains covered the single window, plunging the small room into shadow.  The walls were surprisingly bare, though the far one was covered with various sketches she’d made of horrific and beastly things . . . . and a few clowns and dancing elephants mixed in to throw people off.  Candles burned in each corner of the room, the sweet scents of lavender and citrus filling the room in a swirling, invisible mist.<br/><br/>The bed she reclined in was, of course, black.  The soft comfy mattress encased in midnight sheets and the gentle caress of the thick blanket tickled her sides.  She shifted, a dreamy smile on her face as she listened to Traci bustling in the next room.  A small, wistful smile cross her face as her hand slowly drifted down her black “I told my inner child it was adopted” t-shirt, down her smooth belly and into the waistband of her tight jeans.<br/><br/>A soft moan escaped her lips as her fingers slipped past her black lace panties to caress herself.  The thought of Traci, kissing her smooth skin, those perfect lips drove her as she slowly bucked her hips.  She’d admired Traci since their sophomore year; her easy smile, how quickly she had made friends.  She’d been the subject of a few adolescent fantasies but Mizzy had pushed her out of her mind when her family had moved away her senior year.<br/><br/>And then, her second semester, the interviews for roommates.  Suddenly finding Traci, having grown even more beautiful over the intervening years, knocking at her door almost made the half-hearted goth start believing in God again.<br/><br/>That semester had been both bliss and exquisite torture.  Mizzy had found a large number of excuses to wander ‘inadvertenly’ into showers, when Traci changed, even her frequent aerobics exercises that Mizzy had eventually joined her in.  But despite those ‘awkward’ moments, Mizzy found she enjoyed Traci more and more just for the simple pleasure of her company.  The fact that she had the body of a goddess that Mizzy could spend<em>all </em>day worshiping, was just a bonus.<br/><br/>Mizzy gasped as her questing fingers found her sweet spot, her breath becoming short and ragged as she brought herself closer and closer to the edge. Finally, with a frustrated grunt and a soft bite of the blanket beneath her, she withdrew her fingers before she went over that precipice.  Traci’s brother was due any minute and she should be helping Traci get his room ready instead of pleasuring herself.<br/><br/>She’d felt a momentary stab of terror when Traci had almost hesitantly broached the idea, fearfull of the loss of the close friendship the two girls had grown between them as well as the chance to occasionally drink in the sight of Traci’s nude form.  Another tenant, bad enough a man but even worse a brother could threaten all of that.  But she couldn’t say no, not to Traci.<br/><br/>So she mumbled something about the kid pulling his weight and made jokes about the whole thing.  She’d even half heartedly teased Traci about wanting to get her sexy little brother all to herself, delighting in Traci’s flustered denials and crimson blush.<br/><br/>Besides, Mizzy had been darn near celibate since her last boyfriend had tried to get a little too rough.  She’d taken the whip from him and chased him naked out of his dorm room with it.  After that, most of the males on campus gave her a<em>wide </em>berth.  The thought of a young, attractive man sharing the same apartment was almost as arousing of a thought as that man being Traci’s brother.<br/><br/>With another smile she withdrew her fingers and lightly licked them<em>– Well, however the semester turns out, I’m pretty sure it won’t be boring –</em>she grinned before she bounded out of bed and went to help Traci.<br/>