Rebecca
Rebecca and I were roommates in college. In our sophomore year, we lost the lottery for on-campus housing and had to find an apartment at the last minute. The only place we could find was a small apartment: we had to share a bedroom; it had one bathroom, and a small living room.
I had no problem sharing a bedroom with Rebecca – we had done that for our freshman year. Plus, I thought she was one of the sexiest girls I knew. And I had a crush on her in a big way. Becca was a cute girl. She ran track for school, so she had a healthy frame with a flat tummy, and her shaven legs had a modest muscle tone. Her hips were maturing into the ideal hourglass figure, and she boasted beautifully shaped small breasts. Her light brown hair, which she usually wore in a ponytail, reached to her shoulders. Overall, Becca was quite a head-turner.
Becca and I had come into the apartment after having visited the community pool. We had worn bikinis, and there were several cute boys around outside that made me horny. It didn’t take a lot to arouse me; I felt the need to touch myself daily. I just assumed my horniness was a normal part of being a girl.
“Hey, Becca,” I said, “I think the boys were staring at you.”
She blushed. “How do you know they weren’t staring at you?”
I smiled. I had worn a very sexy one-piece suit. High cut thighs allowed the crotch to tightly cup my pussy and showing my pussy mound. So, I would not have been surprised if the cute boys were interested. Becca, too, was fabulous. She wore a bikini, which was enough to shroud her private areas but also showcased her figure. In fact, her top even revealed her breasts, which I often caught myself gazing at. Becca’s body fascinated me. She was a stunning girl, and I often scolded myself for thinking such thoughts about her. I had not come out to Rebecca and don’t think she had any suspicion that I was gay. The university was Jesuit, and I was afraid of the repercussions if anyone found out.
“I’m going to take a shower,” I said.
In the bathroom, I stripped naked and turned on the water. I loved taking showers; it was the only time I had to enjoy my privacy. My favorite thing to do was sit on the floor of the tub with the showerhead against my pussy and often my fantasy was fucking Rebecca. Often, I could come in fewer than three minutes, so I assumed that nobody would suspect what I was doing. On this particular day, I had every intention of doing the same thing. But as I tried to step under the water, it was bone-chilling cold. I waited a few more minutes, but the water was unbearably frigid. I tried to walk under it, but my body couldn’t handle the chill.
Perhaps my sex drive was higher than most girls, or maybe not. I was in the mood to play with myself, but since I was unable to, I was horny for the rest of the day. After classes, Becca was doing homework in the bedroom for most of the night, and then she just sat on her computer.
Becca even made it worse; she wore a low-cut tank top without a bra, advertising a bit of her cleavage. I was hard to ignore her sexuality and I felt myself becoming very aroused as her nipples poked through her top. I decided that I was going to wait until Becca had fallen asleep, then I was going to masturbate in my bed right next to her. It was risky, but it was the only way I knew how to alleviate my sexual tension without drawing suspicion to myself by sitting noisily on the toilet.
Around 11:00 p.m., Becca was still on her computer when I walked into the bedroom. I asked, “Are you ready for bed?”
Becca nodded. She put her computer down and started removing her items from the top of the covers, and then she took off her jeans; she always wore a pair of panties to sleep in. This night, in particular, she wore a light green pair.
“Are you tired?” I asked hoping she’d say ‘yes.’
“I guess so,” she replied.
Our beds took up most of the room. Between the beds there was only about a foot of space, and at the front of the bedroom, there was a desk and two dressers. There was just enough room for two beds. Becca climbed into bed and pulled the covers up to her chin and cuddled herself. “Good night,” I said.
Becca whispered, “Good night.”
I climbed in my bed beside Becca. Since I had lain on my left side, I was facing her direction to watch for her to fall asleep. The room was dimly lit by the streetlight outside, enough so that I could see everything in the room with a minimal level of detail. I wanted to play with myself, but I had to wait for Becca to fall asleep. Normally, I was a heavy sleeper who dozed off fairly quickly. I tried to sleep, but I couldn’t control my horniness; thinking about it all day had only made it worse.
Becca, though, wasn’t falling asleep. She lay on her back twirling her fingers in the air, biting her nails occasionally. I began getting frustrated. I lay still, though, fearing that I would only keep her awake if I moved. Eventually, she stopped playing with her hands and slipped them under the covers.
After having been in bed for nearly thirty minutes, and just as I thought she was close to falling asleep, Becca softly cleared her throat and took a deep breath. She shifted a little so that her body was in a new position; she lay on her back, but she bent her knees. Through the dim light of the bedroom, I could see the figure of her body. Of course, her face and neck were uncovered, but the rest of her body lay beneath the blankets. Under the covers, I saw the hill that her breasts made followed by the valley created by her stomach, which was overshadowed by the mountain her knees had produced. Perhaps she was uncomfortable or unable to sleep.
For a few moments, Becca didn’t do much of anything other than lie still. My eyes were open, squinted rather than fully open. She kept glancing at me, but I suspected that she couldn’t tell that my eyes weren’t closed. Suddenly, I noticed something small wiggling in the valley of her blanket, just above where her pussy would be.
Slowly, the blanket moved up and down over her waist as if she were slowly rubbing her pussy. She was very calm, though, and the rubbing moved without haste. I couldn’t tell if she was fingering herself or if she was simply twirling her thumbs as she had been doing earlier. Nonetheless, I became intrigued, and my heart started to pump furiously at the slight implication that my roommate was playing with herself.
A few more moments passed, and I observed every motion she made. Her face was still, and she breathed regularly, but the slow motion under her blanket was steady. Momentarily, she stopped. She looked around the room, even glancing at me for a few seconds, presumably to see if my eyes were opened or closed. I guess she couldn’t see my peeking, and the movement beneath her blanket continued, but it had become more vivid.
But still, the movement was slow, and Becca was otherwise motionless. My heart continued to race. I tried to control my breathing to pretend that I was asleep, but my pounding heart made it difficult to relax. Evidently, though, Becca didn’t notice my silent panic, because the movement under the blanket continued.
Abruptly, the movement quickened, and now it was accompanied by a sound. The sound was likely from her hand either rubbing against her panties or the blanket. It was now clear to me that she was rubbing her pussy, and my heart started beating harder than before; the thumping was so hard that I could feel it in my head. I couldn’t believe that watching her masturbate. The mound her hand created under the blanket was moving faster, and Becca was no longer perfectly still as it must’ve started to feel good.
In the shadows, I saw her lips tighten as she became more focused. Her chest began to move the blanket up and down faster as her breathing accelerated. Her knees started to sway back and forth ever so slightly. All the while, her hand movement over her pussy became louder and noisier. Already, I had become hornier than I had ever been in my life; I felt an intense tingling sensation in my pussy, and I felt it growing wetter and wetter.
While the movement under Becca’s blanket remained consistent, and the noise against the fabric remained unchanged, the slight sound of wetness filled the air. It was soft, but I could hear her fingers sliding up and down her pussy aided by its juices. It sounded like her hand was moving with greater ease as the juices made her pussy slipperier.
Becca’s mouth started to change shapes; she varied between having it open and having it closed, and sometimes she clinched her teeth. Her rubbing became even quicker, and the noise from her fingering amplified. Her breathing became obviously strained, and it was clear that she was about to come. She started making cute noises, but she obviously tried to hold back the volume. Occasionally, she uttered a hollow ‘ugh’ sound, or sometimes a breathy sigh. The harder and faster she rubbed herself, the wetter I heard her pussy become, and the wetter I felt mine grow.
I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing, and my heart couldn’t take any more excitement. I felt like I was about to have a stroke from the immense amount of pressure the thrill created. But I lay as still as possible, and I tried my best to fake my sleep. In many senses, I was terrified to move; just one squirm or maneuver could cause Becca to stop altogether. And at this point, Becca was close to coming, so close that she started squirming.
Faster and faster her hand moved. Her heavy breathing and breathy moans contributed to the noises of her pleasure. Her hips started to shift in the bed, and her chest rose and fell quickly now as she was close to her orgasm. Her knees started to wiggle back and forth under the blanket, and her mouth continued to vary between open and closed.
Finally, Becca placed her left hand behind her head and clenched the pillow. She took one last gasp of air and then started shaking beneath the covers. She was coming. As the pleasure resounded throughout her body, her head ducked forward, then back. With every wave of pleasure that shot across her body, she ducked her head forward again, then back. Her face continued to twitch, and her knees shook back and forth. Her hand stopped moving, but perhaps the pleasure was too much for her to handle. She sounded like she wanted to moan, but the only sound that came out was a voiceless gag. Her body finished convulsing, and she lay still.
For a few moments, she lay with her knees in the air, panting, trying to catch her breath. Once she was relaxed, she was ready to sleep. She pulled her hand from under the covers, and I heard her panties’ elastic band pop against her skin. She put her fingers to her nose and smelled them. To conclude the day, she rolled onto her side, facing away from me, and fell asleep.
I was in awe, and mixed emotions were bouncing around my brain. My heartbeat was so incredibly intense that I had trouble breathing. I had been so infatuated with her, so I was not surprised that watching her masturbate made me so wet. Does she do this every night? These were the questions I pondered as Becca drifted to sleep.
She must’ve come so hard that her body was exhausted. Becca fell asleep almost immediately after she rolled over. At last, I could relieve myself. I rolled onto my back, and then looked toward Becca again just to make sure that I had not disturbed her. I slipped my hand under my pajama bottoms; my pussy was wetter than I had ever felt it before.
Slowly, I started rubbing circles around my pussy, spreading my juices all around. Briefly, I took my fingers out and played with the juice on my fingers. It was warm, sticky, and slimy. I smelled it just like Becca did with hers. My hand sneaked under my bottoms again, and I started to finger myself. It felt good, and the already-present tingling feeling immediately grew stronger.
My slow rubbing only lasted for a few seconds. I couldn’t hold myself back any longer, so I started rubbing my pussy with a serious amount of furry. It was was loud, but Becca was asleep. Even if she could hear me, the thought of her listening to me excited me even more. I rubbed myself so hard and so fast I felt like I was going to come in less than a minute.
Then I started to use my fingers like a cock; I took two fingers and plunged them inside of myself. I wiggled them around, and then started pumping them in and out. My pussy was so wet that it sounded like my fingers were wiggling around in a jar of jam. I was loud, but I didn’t care, and I kept going.
The pleasure was so great that I could not have stopped even if I wanted to. My body was taken captive by this gratifying feeling. I felt my orgasm building, and I knew it was going to be better than any other I had in my life. The pleasure spread throughout my body until every part of me was tingling with satisfaction. Suddenly, I started to come, and my body shook so violently that I would have woken Becca if she weren’t a heavy sleeper. I shoved a pillow in my mouth to keep myself from screaming, and my legs wriggled all around the base of the bed. I could feel myself squirting in my pajama bottoms, and I was unable to breathe because the pleasure was so intense.
I pulled my fingers out of my pussy and continued to allow the torrent of satisfaction to swell throughout me. Eventually, such pleasure retreated, and I was left dizzy and breathless from my orgasm. I lay still, but I could see my breasts rising and falling quickly with every inhale and exhale. Gradually, though, as I relaxed, my breath returned to normal.
I felt my pajama pants, and they were soaked. I had never squirted before, and I was somewhat proud of myself. I felt my pussy, and the juices had ****** all the way down so that it was dripping toward my ass. Initially, the juices made my crotch feel warm, but as time passed, it became cool. I didn’t care, though; it was a fantastic feeling. I looked toward Becca, as still as a rock, and she hadn’t moved. I rolled over and fell asleep.
The next morning, I heard our alarm go off. I looked at Becca who was still asleep. I stared for a few minutes, but then I decided to wake her.
“Becca,” I whispered. She didn’t hear me. “Becca,” I said in a louder voice while tapping her on the shoulder.
“Huh?” she mumbled as she lifted up her head. She looked dazed and confused like she had slept very well.
“Time to get up,” I said.
She replied, “Okay,” but put her head back on the pillow.
Finally, she lifted herself up and sat crisscrossed next to me. Her eyes were heavy, and her speech was slow. The blankets rested around her waist.
“Did you sleep well,” I asked.
She nodded while she rubbed her eyes and yawned. I asked Becca, “Do you want to shower first, or me?”
“I’ll go,” she said. She climbed out of bed, and I caught a decent glimpse of her crotch as she spread her legs to stand up. I had seen her in her panties before, but this time was different. Even as she was collecting her clothes, I couldn’t stop staring at her. Her body was beautiful, and her legs were fantastic. But her crotch was hidden by a delicate piece of clothing.
When Becca left the room, I stayed seated on the bed. My mind replayed what had happened during the night, and I already felt myself growing wet again. I tried to suppress the thoughts, but I couldn’t help it. Now that I had watched her cum, I couldn’t keep my mind off of her.
Rebecca had an early class so she dressed and had left by the time I finished my shower. As I left the bathroom and closed the bedroom door behind me, I noticed Becca’s clothes on the floor in a pile. Out of curiosity, I picked up her panties. They had a stain in front of where her pussy was. I gave them a sniff, and they smelled just like my pussy smelled the night before. Realizing what I was doing, I quickly tossed them aside and felt guilty again.
During school, all I could think about was Becca playing with herself the night before. As a result, I was horny all day long, and I couldn’t wait to get home and find enough privacy to relieve myself. After school, my basketball practice had been cancelled because the coach was ill. The cancellation assuaged my fear of having to go a couple of more hours being ridiculously horny.
I felt the need to scold myself for my sexual obsession for Becca. During the entire walk home, I continued to think about what Becca had done last night and the amazing, squirting orgasm that it had caused me to have. When I got home, I was alone. Becca was running for the track team. I put my book bag down and immediately went into the bathroom. I turned the shower water on, and then I peed. While the water warmed, I looked at my panties, which had a wet spot on the front about the size of a golf ball. I was unbelievably horny, and the shower was steaming.
I stepped under the hot water and detached the showerhead straightaway. I sat in the middle of the tub as far back as the hose would reach. I spread my legs as far as I could, and I placed the spout against my pussy. Right away, I didn’t feel much. I moved the showerhead farther away from my pussy, then closer until I found the perfect position. Then it felt heavenly. I leaned back so that my body rested on my left arm while my right arm held the showerhead. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine the boys from the pool, but I couldn’t. My mind kept returning to Becca. All I could think about was what Becca would look like if she were fingering herself totally naked.
After a battle of imagination in my mind, Becca won, and she was all I focused on. As the pleasure grew, I could feel my soon-to-explode orgasm. With the showerhead, it never took me long to come. The tingling feeling spread from my pelvic region to the rest of my body until my muscles tightened. It had been less than a minute before I started to come. As I did, I tried my best to be quiet, but I breathed loudly. My toes curled, and my left hand balled into a fist. The orgasm was sweet and gentle, but certainly not as ravaging as the night before.
I threw the showerhead to the side and rested my head on my knees. After a few moments, though, I realized I wasn’t done. It was rare that I ever attempted to have multiple orgasms, but I thought I’d go for it. I leaned back again as I did earlier and returned the showerhead to my pussy. Immediately, the pleasure came back, and I thought about Becca. I imagined Becca watching me while she fingered herself. Again, the tingling gratification ravaged around my body. Before long, I started to come for the second time. I gasped, and my knees closed and squeezed against each other, trapping the showerhead and my hand between. My body briefly shook, but then I had to back up and toss aside the spout because the pleasure was too intense.
The second orgasm was better than the first, but I wanted more; I wanted to come like I had last night. For the third time, I placed the showerhead against my pussy, and in fewer than 20 seconds, I started to come. This time, my orgasm was so strong that I had to cover my mouth with my left hand, and my entire body twitched as waves of pleasure coursed through me. I turned the water away as the pleasure was too much to bear, but once my pussy had recovered from the water’s attack, I tried again; I wanted so badly to repeat the incredible orgasm I had the night before.
I tried for a fourth orgasm, and my pussy was so raw and sensitive I could hardly take it. I breathed hard and deep, and before my orgasm even started, my body bounced up and down like never before. I leaned my head backward so that I faced the ceiling, although my eyes were closed. I opened my mouth as wide as possible, and I let out a moan of considerable volume as I started to come for the fourth time. My body shook with such violence that I almost fell backward. Again, the orgasm was too much for my pussy to handle, and I threw the showerhead aside. I quickly turned the water off, but I remained seated for a few moments, catching my breathing, thinking about what I had done. Not only was I ashamed at myself for my obsession with multiple orgasms, I was nervous that I had moaned so loud that someone had heard my pleasure. I stood up, dried myself off, wrapped myself in the towel, and peeked out the bathroom. Without actually exiting, I shouted, “Becca!” There was no response, so I knew I was home alone.
In the bedroom, still naked, I sat on the edge of our bed. I was disgusted with myself. It was worse now because I realized that what I wanted most was to have sex with Becca. I thought playing with myself would’ve cleared my mind, but it only made things worse. Even though I came four times, my lustful thoughts had intensified.
Later that night as Becca and I prepared for bed, I became horny all over again, simply by thinking about what Becca might do once she thinks I’m asleep. She sat against the backboard of the bed staring at her phone. Her legs were spread, and the shape of her pussy was perfectly pronounced by her tight panties. I tried to look away, but I saw her differently than I had until last night; before, she was my roommate. Now, however, she was the first girl I wanted to have sex with.
To calm my mind, I tried to start a conversation: “So, what did you do today?”
“Nothing, except school and practice,” she replied in her soft voice without lifting her head from her phone. Becca glanced at me and shrugged her shoulders, then went back to her phone. Evidently, she wasn’t interested in having a conversation with me. After a few moments passed, I said, “I’m going to bed now.”
Becca replied, “Okay.”
I crawled under the covers, and Becca followed not too much later; she turned off the light and lay in her bed facing me. Very quickly, all of the negative thoughts I had throughout the day vanished. I was suddenly hoping to have a repeat of the night before.
I lay on my side, perched to watch Becca pleasure herself for the second night in a row. I didn’t know if she would, but I didn’t want to miss anything. After having lain motionless for thirty minutes, Becca lifted her knees just as she had the last night, and before long, there spawned a gentle movement above her pussy. My already-fast-pounding heart pounded harder, and my unbearable anticipation was relieved. Just like the last night, Becca lay still, but as the movement under the blanket accelerated, her mouth started to move, and her chest began rising and falling more quickly.
As Becca continued to finger herself, I felt myself growing extremely wet. The movement under Becca’s blanket quickened so the sounds of her fingering filled the air. Finally, she came -- harder than the night before: her hips sunk into the mattress and her breasts elevated into the air. Her knees flattened, and her feet swirled in circles. She breathed heavily, and she tried her hardest to keep from moaning. After she stopped coming, she smelled her fingers and then rolled onto her side.
Of course, just as the night before, I was hornier than imaginable. Once Becca was asleep, I fingered myself so furiously that squishing sounds filled the room and probably could’ve been heard outside of the bedroom. When I started to come, my legs shook, and I squirted for the second night in a row. Exhausted and relieved, I rolled over and fell asleep.
The next morning, Saturday, I woke up naturally. Lying on her stomach, Becca was still asleep, but she had pulled the covers off her during her sleep, and Becca’s ass was exposed to the room. Her panties did little to cover her smooth, rounded butt, and I couldn’t keep from staring. I got up to go to the bathroom and looked down at Rebecca. Her legs were spread, exposing the crotch of her pink panties. The crotch of her panties was a dark pink, where her come had soaked through.
For the remainder of the day, I was consumed with the sexual desire to fuck Rebecca. I became a sexual being who craved watching Becca rub her pussy. I didn’t know if she was into girls, even though she never spoke of dating guys, and I worried that that if Becca ever found out how I felt, she would never speak to me again. I decided to find out I made the decision to take my sexual gratification one step further: I would reverse the roles and let her watch me.
As we got into bed on Sunday night, I was terrified; my heart thumped so hard and fast that I could hardly think. I tossed and turned to make it look like I was having trouble sleeping. All the while, Becca lay still waiting for me to drift to sleep so that she could touch herself. About twenty minutes after we went to bed, which was before Becca would have normally started rubbing herself, I slid my pajama bottoms to my ankles and off my legs. Not only was I going to finger myself for Becca to see and hear, but I was also going to be entirely bottomless.
I faced the dark ceiling. This night, though, was a full moon, so the room was more illuminated than it had been the past week. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Becca was also looking straight at the ceiling. I spread my legs apart but didn’t prop my knees up as Becca had done. Instead, I lay them flat so she could see my hand moving under the blanket. My pussy was already soaking wet, and I was more nervous than I had ever been in my life. I didn’t know if she was watching me yet, but I started to slowly rub myself.
I took one finger and slid it up and down the slit of my pussy. The wetness allowed my finger to move with ease, and I was so horny that even one finger made a sloppy-wet noise. It felt amazing, but my nervousness made it impossible to focus on the pleasure. I thought that it wasn’t too late to give up and go to sleep. For a moment, I almost quit. I even started to lean downward to put my bottoms back on. I continued, though, and I wanted Becca to see and hear everything, but without her knowing that I was doing it on purpose.
Next, I took four fingers and rubbed them up and down against my pussy. Before long, my fingers were soaked, and the wet noises grew louder than before. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Becca turn toward me. I almost panicked; she was watching me, wanting me to masturbate for her. Now I had to perform my act.
I rubbed myself faster; my fingering became louder as the pleasure intensified. Though I had never been watched before, the more the satisfaction grew, the less nervous I became. I pulled my blanket off me, exposing my entire body to Rebecca. I started rocking my hips ever so slightly, and my breathing became noticeably louder. I pulled my top up and started playing with my breasts with my left hand, fondling my hard nipples.
I stopped rubbing myself for a moment to rest my hand. I could still see that Rebecca had not moved, that she was still staring in my direction. I inserted two fingers inside of my pussy and started to slowly slide them in and out. The friction felt fantastic, and my fingering became even louder. My heart was ready to jump out of my chest. As the pleasure grew and spread to other parts of my body, I rocked my hips more than before, and I increased the speed of my finger fucking.
I bit my bottom lip, and I closed my eyes. I could feel that I was getting ready to come. With my left hand, I clinched the pillow beneath my head. As my hips continued to rock faintly, my legs started to wiggle back and forth, pulling the blanket a little. I was now fingering myself as deeply as I could. I could feel my pussy clenching and my legs began to twitch and Becca was watching every bit of it. Finally, I started to come. The tingling sensation erupted through my body, and I convulsed. I breathed heavily and loudly, and my legs bounced all over the place. As I had the nights before, I felt myself squirting all over the place, but this time, I wasn’t wearing pajamas. The warm liquid spattered onto my legs and the bed sheets. But quickly, the pleasure rushed out of my body and left me fatigued. I lay without motion aside from my fast breathing. Then I took my hand, covered in come, and wiped it on the bed sheets to the left of my head. I rolled toward Rebecca and our eyes locked.
Becca was frozen for several minutes, and I don’t think she believed what she saw and heard. But once my breathing returned to a normal pace and volume, and once I ceased to move, I suppose she thought I had fallen asleep. She slowly moved from her bed and looked me in the eye. I squinted though, and the room was too dark for her to tell that I could still see. Then she leaned toward me and touched the sheet where I had wiped my fingers.
She rubbed her hand across the sheet, and she must’ve been curious about my come. She smelled it, and she even played with it for a few moments. Before long, though, I could hear her slide her panties to her ankles. She sat on her bed facing me and spread her legs, not so that her knees were in the air, but so that the bottoms of her feet were pressed against each other.
“Would you like to watch me?” I was now the one who froze. A million thoughts ran pell-mell through my mind and all I could do was nod.
She started fingering her already-wet pussy; she sounded wetter than any of the nights before. After a few minutes of her fingering, she started panting like a dog, and she started squirming beneath the pleasure. As she continued to play with herself, her legs moved from side to side, and her mouth was wide open the entire time. I could see her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. In the moonlight her juices glistened in the dull light. I could feel her orgasm building and in only a few minutes she started to come. She shook like she was having a seizure, and while she kept from moaning, she exhaled like she had something stuck in her throat. As she fingered herself her legs raised her body into the air. I could see her hand pleasuring her pussy, but only the shadowy outline. As her pleasure subsided, her legs gave out, and her body fell back to the bed. Her hand stopped moving, but she continued to squirm for several seconds. A few moments later, she quit moving, and at last, she lay stationary and relaxed.
Like me, she smelled her fingers and wiped them on the blanket. Then she stretched, pulled up her panties, covered herself up again, and went to sleep shortly thereafter. I, too, pulled on my panties and fell asleep.
I had classes in the afternoon on Monday, so Rebecca was out of the apartment before I got up. I went into the bathroom and saw Rebecca’s panties on the floor. The gusset was covered in her still wet come. I took her panties back to bed with me. Arousal took over my body as I smelled and even licked her come. The sweetness was intoxicating. My fingers began to trace along the hem of my panties. Then they traced the outline of my pussy. I shivered erotically as that familiarly warm feeling spread up through my legs, slowly pushing them farther apart. I let it happen. It gave me greater access to my pussy, which gloriously quickened the spread of that warm feeling. I felt my hand slip inside my panties and tease my trimmed bush. A finger found by erect clit and began to lightly flick it. The effect took my arousal to a new level. I felt my pussy juice and begin to soak my panties.
My finger left my clit and caressed my slit, slowly sliding up and down, with my hips moving in sync. I could feel one finger slip inside me. I moaned at the feeling of being penetrated. I could feel my pussy muscles sucked them in. I then eased a second finger in, pushing them farther and farther inside and then drawing them out. My fingers were wet with my juices, and I spread that lubrication all over my tits. The warm liquid felt great on her now moistened nipples, and she sighed in erotic lust at the way acting so sexy made me feel. I pushed my panties down to my thighs. I wanted to feel the feeling of sex; it was pure lust I was looking for.
I wanted Rebecca. Wanting to feel even sexier, I reached for Rebecca’s come-soaked panties and rubbed them across my slit. I wanted to feel her inside me, so she reached down and let my fingers push her panties inside me. My fingers drew Rebecca’s panties out of me and then pushed then inside again. Over and over. After a few minutes, my legs contracted, and my pussy muscles clamped down tightly on my fingers and Rebecca’s panties. A shiver spread through her body, and glorious waves of pleasure pierced her through her vagina. I shoved Rebecca’s underwear into my mouth to muffle my moans of *******.
My ass lifted itself into the air, and I tweaked her nipples with a fury as my orgasm continued. Then, she felt a hot feeling inside my pussy, and I could feel my pussy let go and released the feeling. A stream of hot come oozed out of her pussy and soaking her bed. My body continued to writhe around my bed. Through the haze of happiness my mind was telling me that I should try to get a hold on her body, but I just shivered uncontrollably, electrified by my orgasm.
After a while, I finally began to slow down. My legs stopped shaking, and my ass lowered down onto the now soaking wet bed. Sighing contentedly, I took the Rebecca’s panties out of my mouth, and rubbed them against her pussy one las time. I froze when I heard the door open. And standing in the doorway of my bedroom, was Rebecca.
I gasped and looked at the incriminating evidence of her panties in my hand. Instinctively, I pulled up my panties.
Smiling at my being frozen with fear, Rebecca walked over to my bed and sat down.
“Are those my panties?” she grinned teasingly. “What are you doing with them?” “Were you pretending I was in them?”
Then she got serious. “I skipped my Statistics class because I was thinking about what happened last night and I realized that I wanted more. That is, if you’re game.”
I handed her panties to her. “You have no idea how game I am – and have been since you invited me to the Jersey Shore. (Rebecca’s family had a large house on the beach in New Jersey. When she learned we would ne roommates, she invited me for a weekend. It was a gloriously warm summer weekend, and we were at the beach all day drinking white wine spritzers (Yeah, I know). At some point Rebecca leaned over and kissed me. That was it until now.)
“Why didn’t you kiss me back?”
“I can’t begin to tell you how much I wanted to. I don’t know why.”
I laughed, relieved that Rebecca wasn’t angry at her, but then realized that I was naked. I jumped up quickly, my face red with embarrassment, and ran to my closet to find some clothes. But Becca caught her arm quickly and pulled her back onto the bed.
“Well, this is your chance to make up for lost time” Rebecca leaned over toward me and kissed me. This time I kissed her back and realized how much I had wanted to kiss her. It was a long kiss, our tongues found each other. I shivered because I realized that we were going to make love and that Rebecca wanted it just as much as I did.
“I know you were watching me when I masturbated. I never understood why you hadn’t realized that I wanted you to see me.” She smiled and looked me in the eye. “I so wanted you to do me so that I would come by something other than my hands. I’ve always wanted someone else.”
“What about me?” I said in almost a whisper.
She responded by starting to undress. She took off her sweater first, leaving a flimsy little camisole that revealed everything underneath. Her small tits were clearly visible under her very sheer bra, as were her small chocolate brown nipples – no bigger than a quarter. Rebecca’s nipples were hard and erect. Next, she unzipped her skirt and it fell to the floor. Off came her camisole. Rebecca was naked except for her sheer black bra and panties.
“Is this all right?” she asked.
“I’ve been dreaming about this since you kissed me.”
She pushed her blonde ringlets of hair up and let them fall about her shoulders, a shower of pure gold. She was strikingly gorgeous in her aroused state, strikingly sexy. Looking me in the eyes, she reached around and unsnapped her bra. She teased it off her shoulders, tantalizing me as she slowly bared her breasts.
“Do you like them?”
“I want to touch you.” “Not yet.”
She let her bra fall to the floor and leaned her head back next, showing off her perky breasts. Running her hands sexily down her tanned, curved body, Rebecca slowly walked toward me.
“Will you let me fuck you?”
She was pushing me to a state of eroticism entirely new to me. My skin tingled it was so sensitive. Rebecca was in front of me, her pussy inches from my face. She reached for the waistband of her panties and began to slide them over her hips.
“Let me.” Her hands moved away. My fingers took the waistband and slowly pulling her panties over her hips, a bit lower and her shaved pussy was revealed. Rebecca was already oozing, tiny strings of her pussy juices clung to her panties as they slid further. I could smell her sex. I pulled her panties the last bit of the way down her bronzed legs, and she stepped out of them. She stood naked before me, and I could barely breathe.
Rebecca smiled and knelt before me. She took the waistband of my panties and peeled off my panties. At this point, I just wanted her to fuck me. Rebecca placed her hands on my knees and spread my legs. I could feel my pussy opening, offering her the pinkness. Slowly, Rebecca kissed her way up the inside of my thighs, spreading my legs further apart as she did. I felt her thumb pull up on my hood, exposing my clit. I gasped when her mouth closed over it and Rebecca sucked it between her teeth. My hips gyrated as she worked over my clit.. I could feel the beginning of my orgasm building. Then, without warning, Rebecca stopped.
“Don’t stop.”
“This isn’t a race; just relax.”
This time, her fingers spread my pussy lips. “You’re so wet” she whispered. Another gasp as her tongue entered me. Her tongue entered and withdrew, teased my slit from top to bottom. Then I felt her finger begin to tease me. I was faint with arousal. I knew my erotic side had taken over. My breath came in short gasping gulps. My hips pushed up into Rebecca’s face, silently urging her on – I wanted to come. Now Rebecca sensed I was close to an orgasm soon and she slipped her finger into my pussy. Then another. Then another. As Rebecca’s fingers were fucking me, her mouth found my clit again and began to suck it between her teeth. My pussy began to spasm, and I reached the point of no return. My legs closed around Rebecca’s head and come oozed as I came.
I was emotionally and erotically spent. My body was covered in a sheen of perspiration, and I just fell back onto my bed trying to catch my breath.
Gradually, the orgasm calmed down, and I saw Rebecca smiling down at me. Then she kissed passionately as our naked bodies entertwined. After what seemed like an eternity, Rebecca broke off the kiss.
“I think you’re ready.” I looked at her quizzically. Rebecca grinned, and the fire returned to her eyes. “It’s my turn.”
I had no problem sharing a bedroom with Rebecca – we had done that for our freshman year. Plus, I thought she was one of the sexiest girls I knew. And I had a crush on her in a big way. Becca was a cute girl. She ran track for school, so she had a healthy frame with a flat tummy, and her shaven legs had a modest muscle tone. Her hips were maturing into the ideal hourglass figure, and she boasted beautifully shaped small breasts. Her light brown hair, which she usually wore in a ponytail, reached to her shoulders. Overall, Becca was quite a head-turner.
Becca and I had come into the apartment after having visited the community pool. We had worn bikinis, and there were several cute boys around outside that made me horny. It didn’t take a lot to arouse me; I felt the need to touch myself daily. I just assumed my horniness was a normal part of being a girl.
“Hey, Becca,” I said, “I think the boys were staring at you.”
She blushed. “How do you know they weren’t staring at you?”
I smiled. I had worn a very sexy one-piece suit. High cut thighs allowed the crotch to tightly cup my pussy and showing my pussy mound. So, I would not have been surprised if the cute boys were interested. Becca, too, was fabulous. She wore a bikini, which was enough to shroud her private areas but also showcased her figure. In fact, her top even revealed her breasts, which I often caught myself gazing at. Becca’s body fascinated me. She was a stunning girl, and I often scolded myself for thinking such thoughts about her. I had not come out to Rebecca and don’t think she had any suspicion that I was gay. The university was Jesuit, and I was afraid of the repercussions if anyone found out.
“I’m going to take a shower,” I said.
In the bathroom, I stripped naked and turned on the water. I loved taking showers; it was the only time I had to enjoy my privacy. My favorite thing to do was sit on the floor of the tub with the showerhead against my pussy and often my fantasy was fucking Rebecca. Often, I could come in fewer than three minutes, so I assumed that nobody would suspect what I was doing. On this particular day, I had every intention of doing the same thing. But as I tried to step under the water, it was bone-chilling cold. I waited a few more minutes, but the water was unbearably frigid. I tried to walk under it, but my body couldn’t handle the chill.
Perhaps my sex drive was higher than most girls, or maybe not. I was in the mood to play with myself, but since I was unable to, I was horny for the rest of the day. After classes, Becca was doing homework in the bedroom for most of the night, and then she just sat on her computer.
Becca even made it worse; she wore a low-cut tank top without a bra, advertising a bit of her cleavage. I was hard to ignore her sexuality and I felt myself becoming very aroused as her nipples poked through her top. I decided that I was going to wait until Becca had fallen asleep, then I was going to masturbate in my bed right next to her. It was risky, but it was the only way I knew how to alleviate my sexual tension without drawing suspicion to myself by sitting noisily on the toilet.
Around 11:00 p.m., Becca was still on her computer when I walked into the bedroom. I asked, “Are you ready for bed?”
Becca nodded. She put her computer down and started removing her items from the top of the covers, and then she took off her jeans; she always wore a pair of panties to sleep in. This night, in particular, she wore a light green pair.
“Are you tired?” I asked hoping she’d say ‘yes.’
“I guess so,” she replied.
Our beds took up most of the room. Between the beds there was only about a foot of space, and at the front of the bedroom, there was a desk and two dressers. There was just enough room for two beds. Becca climbed into bed and pulled the covers up to her chin and cuddled herself. “Good night,” I said.
Becca whispered, “Good night.”
I climbed in my bed beside Becca. Since I had lain on my left side, I was facing her direction to watch for her to fall asleep. The room was dimly lit by the streetlight outside, enough so that I could see everything in the room with a minimal level of detail. I wanted to play with myself, but I had to wait for Becca to fall asleep. Normally, I was a heavy sleeper who dozed off fairly quickly. I tried to sleep, but I couldn’t control my horniness; thinking about it all day had only made it worse.
Becca, though, wasn’t falling asleep. She lay on her back twirling her fingers in the air, biting her nails occasionally. I began getting frustrated. I lay still, though, fearing that I would only keep her awake if I moved. Eventually, she stopped playing with her hands and slipped them under the covers.
After having been in bed for nearly thirty minutes, and just as I thought she was close to falling asleep, Becca softly cleared her throat and took a deep breath. She shifted a little so that her body was in a new position; she lay on her back, but she bent her knees. Through the dim light of the bedroom, I could see the figure of her body. Of course, her face and neck were uncovered, but the rest of her body lay beneath the blankets. Under the covers, I saw the hill that her breasts made followed by the valley created by her stomach, which was overshadowed by the mountain her knees had produced. Perhaps she was uncomfortable or unable to sleep.
For a few moments, Becca didn’t do much of anything other than lie still. My eyes were open, squinted rather than fully open. She kept glancing at me, but I suspected that she couldn’t tell that my eyes weren’t closed. Suddenly, I noticed something small wiggling in the valley of her blanket, just above where her pussy would be.
Slowly, the blanket moved up and down over her waist as if she were slowly rubbing her pussy. She was very calm, though, and the rubbing moved without haste. I couldn’t tell if she was fingering herself or if she was simply twirling her thumbs as she had been doing earlier. Nonetheless, I became intrigued, and my heart started to pump furiously at the slight implication that my roommate was playing with herself.
A few more moments passed, and I observed every motion she made. Her face was still, and she breathed regularly, but the slow motion under her blanket was steady. Momentarily, she stopped. She looked around the room, even glancing at me for a few seconds, presumably to see if my eyes were opened or closed. I guess she couldn’t see my peeking, and the movement beneath her blanket continued, but it had become more vivid.
But still, the movement was slow, and Becca was otherwise motionless. My heart continued to race. I tried to control my breathing to pretend that I was asleep, but my pounding heart made it difficult to relax. Evidently, though, Becca didn’t notice my silent panic, because the movement under the blanket continued.
Abruptly, the movement quickened, and now it was accompanied by a sound. The sound was likely from her hand either rubbing against her panties or the blanket. It was now clear to me that she was rubbing her pussy, and my heart started beating harder than before; the thumping was so hard that I could feel it in my head. I couldn’t believe that watching her masturbate. The mound her hand created under the blanket was moving faster, and Becca was no longer perfectly still as it must’ve started to feel good.
In the shadows, I saw her lips tighten as she became more focused. Her chest began to move the blanket up and down faster as her breathing accelerated. Her knees started to sway back and forth ever so slightly. All the while, her hand movement over her pussy became louder and noisier. Already, I had become hornier than I had ever been in my life; I felt an intense tingling sensation in my pussy, and I felt it growing wetter and wetter.
While the movement under Becca’s blanket remained consistent, and the noise against the fabric remained unchanged, the slight sound of wetness filled the air. It was soft, but I could hear her fingers sliding up and down her pussy aided by its juices. It sounded like her hand was moving with greater ease as the juices made her pussy slipperier.
Becca’s mouth started to change shapes; she varied between having it open and having it closed, and sometimes she clinched her teeth. Her rubbing became even quicker, and the noise from her fingering amplified. Her breathing became obviously strained, and it was clear that she was about to come. She started making cute noises, but she obviously tried to hold back the volume. Occasionally, she uttered a hollow ‘ugh’ sound, or sometimes a breathy sigh. The harder and faster she rubbed herself, the wetter I heard her pussy become, and the wetter I felt mine grow.
I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing, and my heart couldn’t take any more excitement. I felt like I was about to have a stroke from the immense amount of pressure the thrill created. But I lay as still as possible, and I tried my best to fake my sleep. In many senses, I was terrified to move; just one squirm or maneuver could cause Becca to stop altogether. And at this point, Becca was close to coming, so close that she started squirming.
Faster and faster her hand moved. Her heavy breathing and breathy moans contributed to the noises of her pleasure. Her hips started to shift in the bed, and her chest rose and fell quickly now as she was close to her orgasm. Her knees started to wiggle back and forth under the blanket, and her mouth continued to vary between open and closed.
Finally, Becca placed her left hand behind her head and clenched the pillow. She took one last gasp of air and then started shaking beneath the covers. She was coming. As the pleasure resounded throughout her body, her head ducked forward, then back. With every wave of pleasure that shot across her body, she ducked her head forward again, then back. Her face continued to twitch, and her knees shook back and forth. Her hand stopped moving, but perhaps the pleasure was too much for her to handle. She sounded like she wanted to moan, but the only sound that came out was a voiceless gag. Her body finished convulsing, and she lay still.
For a few moments, she lay with her knees in the air, panting, trying to catch her breath. Once she was relaxed, she was ready to sleep. She pulled her hand from under the covers, and I heard her panties’ elastic band pop against her skin. She put her fingers to her nose and smelled them. To conclude the day, she rolled onto her side, facing away from me, and fell asleep.
I was in awe, and mixed emotions were bouncing around my brain. My heartbeat was so incredibly intense that I had trouble breathing. I had been so infatuated with her, so I was not surprised that watching her masturbate made me so wet. Does she do this every night? These were the questions I pondered as Becca drifted to sleep.
She must’ve come so hard that her body was exhausted. Becca fell asleep almost immediately after she rolled over. At last, I could relieve myself. I rolled onto my back, and then looked toward Becca again just to make sure that I had not disturbed her. I slipped my hand under my pajama bottoms; my pussy was wetter than I had ever felt it before.
Slowly, I started rubbing circles around my pussy, spreading my juices all around. Briefly, I took my fingers out and played with the juice on my fingers. It was warm, sticky, and slimy. I smelled it just like Becca did with hers. My hand sneaked under my bottoms again, and I started to finger myself. It felt good, and the already-present tingling feeling immediately grew stronger.
My slow rubbing only lasted for a few seconds. I couldn’t hold myself back any longer, so I started rubbing my pussy with a serious amount of furry. It was was loud, but Becca was asleep. Even if she could hear me, the thought of her listening to me excited me even more. I rubbed myself so hard and so fast I felt like I was going to come in less than a minute.
Then I started to use my fingers like a cock; I took two fingers and plunged them inside of myself. I wiggled them around, and then started pumping them in and out. My pussy was so wet that it sounded like my fingers were wiggling around in a jar of jam. I was loud, but I didn’t care, and I kept going.
The pleasure was so great that I could not have stopped even if I wanted to. My body was taken captive by this gratifying feeling. I felt my orgasm building, and I knew it was going to be better than any other I had in my life. The pleasure spread throughout my body until every part of me was tingling with satisfaction. Suddenly, I started to come, and my body shook so violently that I would have woken Becca if she weren’t a heavy sleeper. I shoved a pillow in my mouth to keep myself from screaming, and my legs wriggled all around the base of the bed. I could feel myself squirting in my pajama bottoms, and I was unable to breathe because the pleasure was so intense.
I pulled my fingers out of my pussy and continued to allow the torrent of satisfaction to swell throughout me. Eventually, such pleasure retreated, and I was left dizzy and breathless from my orgasm. I lay still, but I could see my breasts rising and falling quickly with every inhale and exhale. Gradually, though, as I relaxed, my breath returned to normal.
I felt my pajama pants, and they were soaked. I had never squirted before, and I was somewhat proud of myself. I felt my pussy, and the juices had ****** all the way down so that it was dripping toward my ass. Initially, the juices made my crotch feel warm, but as time passed, it became cool. I didn’t care, though; it was a fantastic feeling. I looked toward Becca, as still as a rock, and she hadn’t moved. I rolled over and fell asleep.
The next morning, I heard our alarm go off. I looked at Becca who was still asleep. I stared for a few minutes, but then I decided to wake her.
“Becca,” I whispered. She didn’t hear me. “Becca,” I said in a louder voice while tapping her on the shoulder.
“Huh?” she mumbled as she lifted up her head. She looked dazed and confused like she had slept very well.
“Time to get up,” I said.
She replied, “Okay,” but put her head back on the pillow.
Finally, she lifted herself up and sat crisscrossed next to me. Her eyes were heavy, and her speech was slow. The blankets rested around her waist.
“Did you sleep well,” I asked.
She nodded while she rubbed her eyes and yawned. I asked Becca, “Do you want to shower first, or me?”
“I’ll go,” she said. She climbed out of bed, and I caught a decent glimpse of her crotch as she spread her legs to stand up. I had seen her in her panties before, but this time was different. Even as she was collecting her clothes, I couldn’t stop staring at her. Her body was beautiful, and her legs were fantastic. But her crotch was hidden by a delicate piece of clothing.
When Becca left the room, I stayed seated on the bed. My mind replayed what had happened during the night, and I already felt myself growing wet again. I tried to suppress the thoughts, but I couldn’t help it. Now that I had watched her cum, I couldn’t keep my mind off of her.
Rebecca had an early class so she dressed and had left by the time I finished my shower. As I left the bathroom and closed the bedroom door behind me, I noticed Becca’s clothes on the floor in a pile. Out of curiosity, I picked up her panties. They had a stain in front of where her pussy was. I gave them a sniff, and they smelled just like my pussy smelled the night before. Realizing what I was doing, I quickly tossed them aside and felt guilty again.
During school, all I could think about was Becca playing with herself the night before. As a result, I was horny all day long, and I couldn’t wait to get home and find enough privacy to relieve myself. After school, my basketball practice had been cancelled because the coach was ill. The cancellation assuaged my fear of having to go a couple of more hours being ridiculously horny.
I felt the need to scold myself for my sexual obsession for Becca. During the entire walk home, I continued to think about what Becca had done last night and the amazing, squirting orgasm that it had caused me to have. When I got home, I was alone. Becca was running for the track team. I put my book bag down and immediately went into the bathroom. I turned the shower water on, and then I peed. While the water warmed, I looked at my panties, which had a wet spot on the front about the size of a golf ball. I was unbelievably horny, and the shower was steaming.
I stepped under the hot water and detached the showerhead straightaway. I sat in the middle of the tub as far back as the hose would reach. I spread my legs as far as I could, and I placed the spout against my pussy. Right away, I didn’t feel much. I moved the showerhead farther away from my pussy, then closer until I found the perfect position. Then it felt heavenly. I leaned back so that my body rested on my left arm while my right arm held the showerhead. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine the boys from the pool, but I couldn’t. My mind kept returning to Becca. All I could think about was what Becca would look like if she were fingering herself totally naked.
After a battle of imagination in my mind, Becca won, and she was all I focused on. As the pleasure grew, I could feel my soon-to-explode orgasm. With the showerhead, it never took me long to come. The tingling feeling spread from my pelvic region to the rest of my body until my muscles tightened. It had been less than a minute before I started to come. As I did, I tried my best to be quiet, but I breathed loudly. My toes curled, and my left hand balled into a fist. The orgasm was sweet and gentle, but certainly not as ravaging as the night before.
I threw the showerhead to the side and rested my head on my knees. After a few moments, though, I realized I wasn’t done. It was rare that I ever attempted to have multiple orgasms, but I thought I’d go for it. I leaned back again as I did earlier and returned the showerhead to my pussy. Immediately, the pleasure came back, and I thought about Becca. I imagined Becca watching me while she fingered herself. Again, the tingling gratification ravaged around my body. Before long, I started to come for the second time. I gasped, and my knees closed and squeezed against each other, trapping the showerhead and my hand between. My body briefly shook, but then I had to back up and toss aside the spout because the pleasure was too intense.
The second orgasm was better than the first, but I wanted more; I wanted to come like I had last night. For the third time, I placed the showerhead against my pussy, and in fewer than 20 seconds, I started to come. This time, my orgasm was so strong that I had to cover my mouth with my left hand, and my entire body twitched as waves of pleasure coursed through me. I turned the water away as the pleasure was too much to bear, but once my pussy had recovered from the water’s attack, I tried again; I wanted so badly to repeat the incredible orgasm I had the night before.
I tried for a fourth orgasm, and my pussy was so raw and sensitive I could hardly take it. I breathed hard and deep, and before my orgasm even started, my body bounced up and down like never before. I leaned my head backward so that I faced the ceiling, although my eyes were closed. I opened my mouth as wide as possible, and I let out a moan of considerable volume as I started to come for the fourth time. My body shook with such violence that I almost fell backward. Again, the orgasm was too much for my pussy to handle, and I threw the showerhead aside. I quickly turned the water off, but I remained seated for a few moments, catching my breathing, thinking about what I had done. Not only was I ashamed at myself for my obsession with multiple orgasms, I was nervous that I had moaned so loud that someone had heard my pleasure. I stood up, dried myself off, wrapped myself in the towel, and peeked out the bathroom. Without actually exiting, I shouted, “Becca!” There was no response, so I knew I was home alone.
In the bedroom, still naked, I sat on the edge of our bed. I was disgusted with myself. It was worse now because I realized that what I wanted most was to have sex with Becca. I thought playing with myself would’ve cleared my mind, but it only made things worse. Even though I came four times, my lustful thoughts had intensified.
Later that night as Becca and I prepared for bed, I became horny all over again, simply by thinking about what Becca might do once she thinks I’m asleep. She sat against the backboard of the bed staring at her phone. Her legs were spread, and the shape of her pussy was perfectly pronounced by her tight panties. I tried to look away, but I saw her differently than I had until last night; before, she was my roommate. Now, however, she was the first girl I wanted to have sex with.
To calm my mind, I tried to start a conversation: “So, what did you do today?”
“Nothing, except school and practice,” she replied in her soft voice without lifting her head from her phone. Becca glanced at me and shrugged her shoulders, then went back to her phone. Evidently, she wasn’t interested in having a conversation with me. After a few moments passed, I said, “I’m going to bed now.”
Becca replied, “Okay.”
I crawled under the covers, and Becca followed not too much later; she turned off the light and lay in her bed facing me. Very quickly, all of the negative thoughts I had throughout the day vanished. I was suddenly hoping to have a repeat of the night before.
I lay on my side, perched to watch Becca pleasure herself for the second night in a row. I didn’t know if she would, but I didn’t want to miss anything. After having lain motionless for thirty minutes, Becca lifted her knees just as she had the last night, and before long, there spawned a gentle movement above her pussy. My already-fast-pounding heart pounded harder, and my unbearable anticipation was relieved. Just like the last night, Becca lay still, but as the movement under the blanket accelerated, her mouth started to move, and her chest began rising and falling more quickly.
As Becca continued to finger herself, I felt myself growing extremely wet. The movement under Becca’s blanket quickened so the sounds of her fingering filled the air. Finally, she came -- harder than the night before: her hips sunk into the mattress and her breasts elevated into the air. Her knees flattened, and her feet swirled in circles. She breathed heavily, and she tried her hardest to keep from moaning. After she stopped coming, she smelled her fingers and then rolled onto her side.
Of course, just as the night before, I was hornier than imaginable. Once Becca was asleep, I fingered myself so furiously that squishing sounds filled the room and probably could’ve been heard outside of the bedroom. When I started to come, my legs shook, and I squirted for the second night in a row. Exhausted and relieved, I rolled over and fell asleep.
The next morning, Saturday, I woke up naturally. Lying on her stomach, Becca was still asleep, but she had pulled the covers off her during her sleep, and Becca’s ass was exposed to the room. Her panties did little to cover her smooth, rounded butt, and I couldn’t keep from staring. I got up to go to the bathroom and looked down at Rebecca. Her legs were spread, exposing the crotch of her pink panties. The crotch of her panties was a dark pink, where her come had soaked through.
For the remainder of the day, I was consumed with the sexual desire to fuck Rebecca. I became a sexual being who craved watching Becca rub her pussy. I didn’t know if she was into girls, even though she never spoke of dating guys, and I worried that that if Becca ever found out how I felt, she would never speak to me again. I decided to find out I made the decision to take my sexual gratification one step further: I would reverse the roles and let her watch me.
As we got into bed on Sunday night, I was terrified; my heart thumped so hard and fast that I could hardly think. I tossed and turned to make it look like I was having trouble sleeping. All the while, Becca lay still waiting for me to drift to sleep so that she could touch herself. About twenty minutes after we went to bed, which was before Becca would have normally started rubbing herself, I slid my pajama bottoms to my ankles and off my legs. Not only was I going to finger myself for Becca to see and hear, but I was also going to be entirely bottomless.
I faced the dark ceiling. This night, though, was a full moon, so the room was more illuminated than it had been the past week. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Becca was also looking straight at the ceiling. I spread my legs apart but didn’t prop my knees up as Becca had done. Instead, I lay them flat so she could see my hand moving under the blanket. My pussy was already soaking wet, and I was more nervous than I had ever been in my life. I didn’t know if she was watching me yet, but I started to slowly rub myself.
I took one finger and slid it up and down the slit of my pussy. The wetness allowed my finger to move with ease, and I was so horny that even one finger made a sloppy-wet noise. It felt amazing, but my nervousness made it impossible to focus on the pleasure. I thought that it wasn’t too late to give up and go to sleep. For a moment, I almost quit. I even started to lean downward to put my bottoms back on. I continued, though, and I wanted Becca to see and hear everything, but without her knowing that I was doing it on purpose.
Next, I took four fingers and rubbed them up and down against my pussy. Before long, my fingers were soaked, and the wet noises grew louder than before. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Becca turn toward me. I almost panicked; she was watching me, wanting me to masturbate for her. Now I had to perform my act.
I rubbed myself faster; my fingering became louder as the pleasure intensified. Though I had never been watched before, the more the satisfaction grew, the less nervous I became. I pulled my blanket off me, exposing my entire body to Rebecca. I started rocking my hips ever so slightly, and my breathing became noticeably louder. I pulled my top up and started playing with my breasts with my left hand, fondling my hard nipples.
I stopped rubbing myself for a moment to rest my hand. I could still see that Rebecca had not moved, that she was still staring in my direction. I inserted two fingers inside of my pussy and started to slowly slide them in and out. The friction felt fantastic, and my fingering became even louder. My heart was ready to jump out of my chest. As the pleasure grew and spread to other parts of my body, I rocked my hips more than before, and I increased the speed of my finger fucking.
I bit my bottom lip, and I closed my eyes. I could feel that I was getting ready to come. With my left hand, I clinched the pillow beneath my head. As my hips continued to rock faintly, my legs started to wiggle back and forth, pulling the blanket a little. I was now fingering myself as deeply as I could. I could feel my pussy clenching and my legs began to twitch and Becca was watching every bit of it. Finally, I started to come. The tingling sensation erupted through my body, and I convulsed. I breathed heavily and loudly, and my legs bounced all over the place. As I had the nights before, I felt myself squirting all over the place, but this time, I wasn’t wearing pajamas. The warm liquid spattered onto my legs and the bed sheets. But quickly, the pleasure rushed out of my body and left me fatigued. I lay without motion aside from my fast breathing. Then I took my hand, covered in come, and wiped it on the bed sheets to the left of my head. I rolled toward Rebecca and our eyes locked.
Becca was frozen for several minutes, and I don’t think she believed what she saw and heard. But once my breathing returned to a normal pace and volume, and once I ceased to move, I suppose she thought I had fallen asleep. She slowly moved from her bed and looked me in the eye. I squinted though, and the room was too dark for her to tell that I could still see. Then she leaned toward me and touched the sheet where I had wiped my fingers.
She rubbed her hand across the sheet, and she must’ve been curious about my come. She smelled it, and she even played with it for a few moments. Before long, though, I could hear her slide her panties to her ankles. She sat on her bed facing me and spread her legs, not so that her knees were in the air, but so that the bottoms of her feet were pressed against each other.
“Would you like to watch me?” I was now the one who froze. A million thoughts ran pell-mell through my mind and all I could do was nod.
She started fingering her already-wet pussy; she sounded wetter than any of the nights before. After a few minutes of her fingering, she started panting like a dog, and she started squirming beneath the pleasure. As she continued to play with herself, her legs moved from side to side, and her mouth was wide open the entire time. I could see her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. In the moonlight her juices glistened in the dull light. I could feel her orgasm building and in only a few minutes she started to come. She shook like she was having a seizure, and while she kept from moaning, she exhaled like she had something stuck in her throat. As she fingered herself her legs raised her body into the air. I could see her hand pleasuring her pussy, but only the shadowy outline. As her pleasure subsided, her legs gave out, and her body fell back to the bed. Her hand stopped moving, but she continued to squirm for several seconds. A few moments later, she quit moving, and at last, she lay stationary and relaxed.
Like me, she smelled her fingers and wiped them on the blanket. Then she stretched, pulled up her panties, covered herself up again, and went to sleep shortly thereafter. I, too, pulled on my panties and fell asleep.
I had classes in the afternoon on Monday, so Rebecca was out of the apartment before I got up. I went into the bathroom and saw Rebecca’s panties on the floor. The gusset was covered in her still wet come. I took her panties back to bed with me. Arousal took over my body as I smelled and even licked her come. The sweetness was intoxicating. My fingers began to trace along the hem of my panties. Then they traced the outline of my pussy. I shivered erotically as that familiarly warm feeling spread up through my legs, slowly pushing them farther apart. I let it happen. It gave me greater access to my pussy, which gloriously quickened the spread of that warm feeling. I felt my hand slip inside my panties and tease my trimmed bush. A finger found by erect clit and began to lightly flick it. The effect took my arousal to a new level. I felt my pussy juice and begin to soak my panties.
My finger left my clit and caressed my slit, slowly sliding up and down, with my hips moving in sync. I could feel one finger slip inside me. I moaned at the feeling of being penetrated. I could feel my pussy muscles sucked them in. I then eased a second finger in, pushing them farther and farther inside and then drawing them out. My fingers were wet with my juices, and I spread that lubrication all over my tits. The warm liquid felt great on her now moistened nipples, and she sighed in erotic lust at the way acting so sexy made me feel. I pushed my panties down to my thighs. I wanted to feel the feeling of sex; it was pure lust I was looking for.
I wanted Rebecca. Wanting to feel even sexier, I reached for Rebecca’s come-soaked panties and rubbed them across my slit. I wanted to feel her inside me, so she reached down and let my fingers push her panties inside me. My fingers drew Rebecca’s panties out of me and then pushed then inside again. Over and over. After a few minutes, my legs contracted, and my pussy muscles clamped down tightly on my fingers and Rebecca’s panties. A shiver spread through her body, and glorious waves of pleasure pierced her through her vagina. I shoved Rebecca’s underwear into my mouth to muffle my moans of *******.
My ass lifted itself into the air, and I tweaked her nipples with a fury as my orgasm continued. Then, she felt a hot feeling inside my pussy, and I could feel my pussy let go and released the feeling. A stream of hot come oozed out of her pussy and soaking her bed. My body continued to writhe around my bed. Through the haze of happiness my mind was telling me that I should try to get a hold on her body, but I just shivered uncontrollably, electrified by my orgasm.
After a while, I finally began to slow down. My legs stopped shaking, and my ass lowered down onto the now soaking wet bed. Sighing contentedly, I took the Rebecca’s panties out of my mouth, and rubbed them against her pussy one las time. I froze when I heard the door open. And standing in the doorway of my bedroom, was Rebecca.
I gasped and looked at the incriminating evidence of her panties in my hand. Instinctively, I pulled up my panties.
Smiling at my being frozen with fear, Rebecca walked over to my bed and sat down.
“Are those my panties?” she grinned teasingly. “What are you doing with them?” “Were you pretending I was in them?”
Then she got serious. “I skipped my Statistics class because I was thinking about what happened last night and I realized that I wanted more. That is, if you’re game.”
I handed her panties to her. “You have no idea how game I am – and have been since you invited me to the Jersey Shore. (Rebecca’s family had a large house on the beach in New Jersey. When she learned we would ne roommates, she invited me for a weekend. It was a gloriously warm summer weekend, and we were at the beach all day drinking white wine spritzers (Yeah, I know). At some point Rebecca leaned over and kissed me. That was it until now.)
“Why didn’t you kiss me back?”
“I can’t begin to tell you how much I wanted to. I don’t know why.”
I laughed, relieved that Rebecca wasn’t angry at her, but then realized that I was naked. I jumped up quickly, my face red with embarrassment, and ran to my closet to find some clothes. But Becca caught her arm quickly and pulled her back onto the bed.
“Well, this is your chance to make up for lost time” Rebecca leaned over toward me and kissed me. This time I kissed her back and realized how much I had wanted to kiss her. It was a long kiss, our tongues found each other. I shivered because I realized that we were going to make love and that Rebecca wanted it just as much as I did.
“I know you were watching me when I masturbated. I never understood why you hadn’t realized that I wanted you to see me.” She smiled and looked me in the eye. “I so wanted you to do me so that I would come by something other than my hands. I’ve always wanted someone else.”
“What about me?” I said in almost a whisper.
She responded by starting to undress. She took off her sweater first, leaving a flimsy little camisole that revealed everything underneath. Her small tits were clearly visible under her very sheer bra, as were her small chocolate brown nipples – no bigger than a quarter. Rebecca’s nipples were hard and erect. Next, she unzipped her skirt and it fell to the floor. Off came her camisole. Rebecca was naked except for her sheer black bra and panties.
“Is this all right?” she asked.
“I’ve been dreaming about this since you kissed me.”
She pushed her blonde ringlets of hair up and let them fall about her shoulders, a shower of pure gold. She was strikingly gorgeous in her aroused state, strikingly sexy. Looking me in the eyes, she reached around and unsnapped her bra. She teased it off her shoulders, tantalizing me as she slowly bared her breasts.
“Do you like them?”
“I want to touch you.” “Not yet.”
She let her bra fall to the floor and leaned her head back next, showing off her perky breasts. Running her hands sexily down her tanned, curved body, Rebecca slowly walked toward me.
“Will you let me fuck you?”
She was pushing me to a state of eroticism entirely new to me. My skin tingled it was so sensitive. Rebecca was in front of me, her pussy inches from my face. She reached for the waistband of her panties and began to slide them over her hips.
“Let me.” Her hands moved away. My fingers took the waistband and slowly pulling her panties over her hips, a bit lower and her shaved pussy was revealed. Rebecca was already oozing, tiny strings of her pussy juices clung to her panties as they slid further. I could smell her sex. I pulled her panties the last bit of the way down her bronzed legs, and she stepped out of them. She stood naked before me, and I could barely breathe.
Rebecca smiled and knelt before me. She took the waistband of my panties and peeled off my panties. At this point, I just wanted her to fuck me. Rebecca placed her hands on my knees and spread my legs. I could feel my pussy opening, offering her the pinkness. Slowly, Rebecca kissed her way up the inside of my thighs, spreading my legs further apart as she did. I felt her thumb pull up on my hood, exposing my clit. I gasped when her mouth closed over it and Rebecca sucked it between her teeth. My hips gyrated as she worked over my clit.. I could feel the beginning of my orgasm building. Then, without warning, Rebecca stopped.
“Don’t stop.”
“This isn’t a race; just relax.”
This time, her fingers spread my pussy lips. “You’re so wet” she whispered. Another gasp as her tongue entered me. Her tongue entered and withdrew, teased my slit from top to bottom. Then I felt her finger begin to tease me. I was faint with arousal. I knew my erotic side had taken over. My breath came in short gasping gulps. My hips pushed up into Rebecca’s face, silently urging her on – I wanted to come. Now Rebecca sensed I was close to an orgasm soon and she slipped her finger into my pussy. Then another. Then another. As Rebecca’s fingers were fucking me, her mouth found my clit again and began to suck it between her teeth. My pussy began to spasm, and I reached the point of no return. My legs closed around Rebecca’s head and come oozed as I came.
I was emotionally and erotically spent. My body was covered in a sheen of perspiration, and I just fell back onto my bed trying to catch my breath.
Gradually, the orgasm calmed down, and I saw Rebecca smiling down at me. Then she kissed passionately as our naked bodies entertwined. After what seemed like an eternity, Rebecca broke off the kiss.
“I think you’re ready.” I looked at her quizzically. Rebecca grinned, and the fire returned to her eyes. “It’s my turn.”
3ヶ月前
