by Lexie X
The more her hand moved, the more detail of the body beneath she could feel. Her fingers naturally sank into the small depression in the middle of the fabric; underneath, she could feel uniquely different softness moving. The taboo realization that she was rubbing panties above another girl's sex—her gorgeous roommate's, to boot—only added to her pent-up energy. Unable to touch herself without upping the awkwardness level to unfathomable heights, she channeled that energy into her active hand, earnestly working to bring the soft, alluring body under her fingers to orgasm.
Isabella closed her eyes tight, and her body tensed.
Seeing her goal nearing, Piper kept her pace and efforts exactly even.
Her roommate began taking deep breaths and letting them out as moans, her chest heaving with each full motion. She arched up and visibly reached an ecstatic peak as the soft lines of her jaw were strained by sheer pleasure.
Piper stared at her neck, watching the flush she knew so well creep up those alluring angles.
Isabella let out a low, deep mewl of pure enjoyment—and then pulled away, closing her legs with a sigh.
Stunned, Piper just waited in place on the bed and tried to process the fact that she'd just gotten her roommate off.
Instead of addressing her, Isabella scooted past her and stood, raising her arms to stretch in a very satisfied manner. "That was great. Just what I needed. I'm going to the bathroom." She moved to the door and stopped for one last comment. "I'll be back in twenty minutes exactly."
Frowning, Piper watched the door close softly behind her. Back in twenty minutes? That was oddly specific.
As her stunned attention returned to the burning urges in her own body, she almost immediately understood what her roommate had meant.
Stepping back onto the floor in awe of the sheer lust built up within, she brought both hands downward and fell to her knees. Wholly animal, she slid two fingers inside herself and began pumping hard, her already-dripping sex responding with greater heat and intense bouts of pleasure.
Panting painfully, she curled forward and pressed her face into the dorm room carpet with one hand inside herself and the other focused on her clit. Her mind raced over the insane situation she'd just experienced, and her senses kept running over the textures and scents and heat and sights of bringing Isabella to orgasm.
Her mouth open wide to help her ragged breathing, she worked the fire within her lower body into a frenzied tempest, and her entire body crackled with bliss. With her cheek flat against the carpet, she swore for the first time since she'd come to college.
"Fuck!"
A searing white ecstasy filled her every corner. She let out a desperate muffled scream—and then rolled onto her side on the floor and went limp. Catching her breath, she stared sidelong at the carpet and wondered what the hell had come over her.
A moment later, she heard the door opening, and she jumped into bed. Had that really been twenty minutes?
Isabella smiled knowingly and climbed into her own bed. Looking across the room, she raised an eyebrow. "They could hear that in the hall, you know."
"Seriously?!" Sliding mostly under the covers, Piper did her best to completely hide from the world for the rest of the night.
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Chapter 3
Tossing and turning in bed, Piper groaned and kept trying to go back to sleep. Her hangover was rather intense, but her confusion over the night's events was worse. She couldn't quite believe it had been real, and kept telling herself that it must have been a strange dream even though she knew it had really happened. She'd definitely touched her roommate and rubbed her to an orgasm—and then gotten off powerfully herself.
In fact, the more she replayed the events and sensations, the more she began squirming under the covers to resist reigniting animal urges.
"Hey," Isabella said, storming into the room and slinging her backpack down. Slamming the door unceremoniously, she plopped down on the bed next to her roommate with a huff.
Caught off guard by the sudden invasion of her space, Piper scooted back under the covers and sat up halfway. "What are you—"
"I don't have a lot of time before my next class," the blonde interrupted her, still breathing hard from the walk. "Let's do this."
"Do what?" Piper asked, a subtle warmth already playing across her skin. She knew exactly what her roommate wanted, and, as usual, the blonde had somehow come back at exactly the right moment to catch her confused and horny; she just couldn't quite believe how audacious the request had been.
Isabella reclined against the pillows and spread her legs, her gaze expectant.
Piper looked around for any excuse. "Don't you want to get the laptop out and watch something?"
"No, I'm good. No time for that."
"I'm kind of tired…"
"No worries, I get super horny when I'm hungover. It'll be quick."
Her first two excuses shot down, Piper decided to take a stand. "I just don't think we should be doing this…"
"You did it last night, and it was fine," Isabella said with a slight tone of triumph in her voice, as if she knew she had her cornered.
Piper squeezed her thighs together uncomfortably, her eyes on her roommate's panties. She tried to think of something further to protest about, but Isabella's manner left no opportunity for argument.
Still fighting her tingling urges, she watched in a daze as her own hand moved forward to slide along the inside of her roommate's thighs and come to rest sidelong across the warm triangle of fabric between.
Isabella sighed happily, closed her eyes, and leaned her head back. "Good, good. I've only got five minutes. Then I have to run across campus."
Without eyes on her, Piper felt slightly more comfortable. Left alone with her urges, she began rationalizing; resolving to make the experience take longer than five minutes so that the blonde would have to give up and leave, Piper used that strategy as a reason to move forward.
She curled her hand down along her roommate's intimate curve. The previous night's sense memories flared up in her awareness, hitting home the reality of what she was doing, and her inner reactions became too much to ignore. She tried to shift to get her left hand down between her own legs, but that movement caused Isabella to open her eyes and look.
"What are you doing?" the blonde asked. "Weirdo! Wait 'til I leave to do that."
Her face burning red, Piper drew back and focused on rubbing her roommate's panties. Her body burned as intensely as her cheeks, aching to be touched, but she supposed Isabella's words did make sense. It would be crossing some taboo line to pleasure herself and another girl at the same time. They'd masturbated together while watching porn, but this was totally different. If she pleasured herself while pleasuring her roommate, that would be like… enjoying it.
And that would just be weird…
Happy with that convoluted rationalization, Piper tuned back in, realizing that she'd been working Isabella instinctively the whole time. The blonde had her eyes closed again, and her body moved with slow undulations as the pleasure visibly built behind her soft features.
Fixated, and starkly happy that Isabella had her eyes closed, Piper stared at the gorgeous curves warming underneath her hand. Unable to touch herself, she followed the play of her painfully rising urges, rubbing softness underneath warm fabric with intent. Frustrated, but hungry for whatever stimulation she could get by watching and listening, she began trying different movements with her hand. A certain motion prompted Isabella to start moaning and writhing more, so she kept at it, desperately trying to drink in the blonde's every captivating little noise and motion. Finally, Isabella scrunched her face, arched up, and gave a loud series of panting moans.
Entranced, Piper kept up her efforts, watching the subtle play of orgasm against the blonde's flushed features. She quickly looked away as Isabella fell back with relief and opened her eyes.
"That was great," the blonde commented. "Shit, I have to get to class!"
She stood, grabbed her back
pack, and made for the door, pausing just long enough to turn and grin. "Enjoy yourself while I'm gone."
She glared back, but Isabella only gave her a mischievous smirk on her way out.
Deciding that the whole thing was off, Piper sat in bed, her thighs pressed tightly together. It was all just too much. They'd gone too far. It would just be masturbating to porn together or nothing at all, she decided. She'd state her mind, and Isabella would just have to respect that decision.
As she sat there, her body on fire and her heart pounding, she detected the slightest hint of something—the scent was very faint, but it was definitely feminine—and it was definitely not her own.
Trembling as she realized that her bed smelled faintly of Isabella's arousal, she opened her legs just a little. That simple motion collapsed her willpower. In moments, she had her hands down her shorts to find heated and slick entrance, and her insides clenched powerfully in response to desperately sought stimulation.
Her senses alive with the sight, feel, and scent of Isabella's orgasm, she rushed toward her own, utterly consumed by lust. Stuffing her face in a pillow to muffle her unbidden moans, she lay on her stomach and used one hand to spread her lips apart while the other pumped furiously. Drawing in a deep breath, she let the pleasure burn through her body, her head spinning from hangover and ecstasy. The mix kept her mentally off balance; with no time to worry or doubt her own arousal, her thoughts focused completely on the beauty of her roommate's writhing and flushed body.
On the verge of passing out after several minutes of intense bliss, she was finally forced to roll over and breathe, and she slowly slid her hands up from her shorts to find them covered in slickness.
Her heart still pounding and her body still trembling with little bursts of pleasure, she stared across the room at Isabella's empty bed and tried to catch her breath. She kept telling herself that she was going to call the whole thing off next time Isabella tried something, but some part of her doubted her own ability to resist such intense pleasure.
A little fearful of where this was all going, she changed her mussed clothes, gathered her things, and headed off to class, her head swimming with confusion, struggle, and lingering lust.
Returning many hours later, Piper sighed and looked around the darkening room. Her pulse racing, she tried to sit, but knew she couldn't relax. The coming confrontation was all she could think about. She was sure Isabella would just shrug and accept it, but that didn't make the thought any easier. She'd just never been one to cause friction.
Nervously sighting a towel in her closet, she suddenly decided to go take a shower. Yeah, that was a good idea. She might even miss her roommate completely that night if the blonde was heading out. Grabbing the towel, she hurried down the hall to the floor's bathroom, relieved to find nobody inside at that odd hour.
Retreating to a tiled shower alcove, she pulled the curtain shut, turned on the water, and finally let down her guard. For quite some time, she let herself relax and resisted the urge to touch herself or think about the things they'd done together. Eventually, she reached a state of calm.
Finally clear-headed for the first time in days, she realized how ridiculous she was being. She was hiding from her own roommate, and afraid to be in her own room! Clearly, their bonding ritual hadn't worked. If they had to avoid each other all year, well then that was their fate. It was time to call everything off.
The shower next to hers turned on, and the sound of a sliding curtain followed. For a brief moment, she cowered in terror, wondering if Isabella had somehow known she was in here and chosen the shower next to hers, but nothing came of it. Frowning, she shook her head, grabbed her towel, turned off the shower, and headed back to the room.
Isabella was already inside sitting on her bed and talking on her phone, laptop nearby.
Determined to have this conversation while her willpower was strong, Piper sat on her own bed in a towel and waited.
Once she was done on the phone, Isabella looked over at her with a big smile. "I've got a date tonight!"
Piper opened her mouth an inch, but hesitated, thrown by the unexpected turn. "Great," she finally said, her tone unconvincing. "Going anywhere special?"
"Nope, just getting a drink," the blonde replied, eager. "If we do come back here, it's cool, right?"
Feeling oddly miffed, Piper bit her lip. "So you guys would like… have sex over there in your bed while I'm here?"
"Isn't it great being such open roommates?" Isabella said. "It would suck if we had to do all that stuff with rubber bands on handles and one of us sitting in the lounge all night, you know?"
Her anger running in confused circles as she thought about how annoying it would be to get kicked out of her own room for the night, Piper could only nod slowly.
"Great!" Isabella said again, moving about the room to try on clothes and do her makeup.
Piper got out her laptop and browsed the internet at random, trying not to think about her array of terrible options for the night. She could make up fake plans and then go to the lounge and hang out with strangers, a prospect which subtly terrified her, or she could stay in her room and sit a few feet away from Isabella and some guy getting it on.
She trembled, strangely hurt.
Her mood black and bitter, she focused all her attention on random online articles and videos, purposely barely registering her roommate leaving for her date. The waiting would be the worst part, she decided, and she kept herself distracted as best she could without making a decision. The hours passed stressfully, and she couldn't help but start wondering why this was bothering her so much.
Unable to sit still, she found herself actually wanting to go out and talk to strangers, if only to get away from her own foul mood. Wandering the dorm halls, she followed the sound of music and talking. A dozen girls and a few guys hung around one room, some of them drinking surreptitiously in the back. She eyed the group—and the alcohol—from the edge, wondering what to say or how to get in there to get something to drink.
"Want a shot?" a random guy asked, looking her up and down with a grin.
That was one way, she realized. "Uh, yeah!"
He brought over a small glass filled with vodka. "What's your name?"
"Piper." She downed the shot in a single gulp the way Isabella and Julie had taught her.
"Wow."
"What?"
The guy shrugged. "You live in this dorm?"
"Yeah," she said, looking past him at the alcohol. "Can I have another shot?"
He laughed. "Sure…"
She returned to her room several hours later, rather trashed. Sitting on her rumpled sheets, she stared darkly at the empty bed across from hers. In her drunken state, she'd been looking forward to a loud confrontation with her roommate, but finding her still not home could only mean one thing—and that only pissed her off more, for reasons she couldn't quite define while out of sorts.
All she wanted to do was wave her hands dramatically and yell that she'd gone to her own party, all by herself, made her own friends, and even made out with some random guy, so there! Thanks for the help, but I'm not a charity case! But the reason why she wanted to hurt Isabella, or why she thought those words would have any emotional effect, sat beyond her grasp at the moment.
Even as she glared evilly at the other bed, the door slammed open. Isabella stumbled inside and slammed the door closed right back again.
"What happened?" Piper asked, her anger evaporating as she realized no guy was in tow.
"Total, total, total douchebag," Isabella slurred, stumbling in her tight dress. "Fuuuuck!" She pulled her dress up and struggled drunkenly to get it over her head. "Let me tell you. No! Let me tell you… douchebag…"
"You're drunk!" Piper laughed, watching the normally graceful blonde crash around the room while the dress clung to her face and head. Her eyes darted down to the exposed panties and soft skin below.
"I'm not drunk," the blonde retorted through the fabric. "You can't just decide that I'm
drunk!" At long last, she pulled the dress the rest of the way up and threw it down on the floor, leaving herself in just red panties and a bra. She sighed. "It's a shame. I was so horny, too. All he had to do was not be an idiot."
Piper nodded along with the explanation, biting her lip as she watched her nearly-naked roommate prance about.
Isabella finally sat down on her own bed. "Oh well. That's what roomies are for, right?" She patted the sheets next to her.
Heart pounding, Piper tried to summon up her earlier anger and refusal, but instead found herself bounding over like a faithful pet. How could she be mad when Isabella's date hadn't even worked out, and the blonde had come back and—this? She couldn't even put it into words, but her spirits were suddenly surging, her mood ridiculously eager.
As she climbed on the other bed, she watched, stunned, as Isabella straightened her long legs and tugged her red panties down. Breathless, she stared at the area between her roommate's thighs as they spread slowly apart.
"Over the panties has really been starting to chafe," Isabella explained.
Entranced by the completely shaven and utterly perfect pink slit open below, Piper felt that she would have honestly accepted any excuse—no matter how flimsy. Sense memories of slipping fingers inside herself the past two days flared up, and she immediately imagined what it might be like to do the same to another girl. It’d felt incredible when she’d done it to herself, so surely Isabella would enjoy it just as much.
Moving forward, she took up position alongside her roommate and brought her hand up along the length of her smooth leg and firm thigh. Not daring to breathe, she brought her finger to the place where red fabric had formerly hidden intimate flesh. Touching those perfect soft lips, her finger came away slightly wet. She looked to her left at the gorgeous face a mere foot from hers.
Isabella watched her with unreadable eyes and waited expectantly.
Looking back down, she took a few nervous breaths, and then curled a finger inside another girl for the first time.
