MY ASIAN ROOMMATE
Backdoor In Our Dorm
Nicolette Dane
Copyright © 2015 Nicolette Dane
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All romantically involved characters within this book are consenting adults over the age of 18 and are not related by blood.
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Your “Look Inside” Quickie
As we continued our luxurious kiss, my fingers threaded into the elastic of Ellie’s thin purple knickers, playing with the band and sneaking my fingertips inside of it. I longed to allow my fingers deeper access. I wanted to feel the beauty between her legs.
“Oh my God,” murmured Ellie as she slowly pulled back from our kiss. “My heart is racing.”
“Mine too,” I said, feeling absolutely entranced with Ellie hovering over me.
“Are we going to touch each other?” Ellie asked sweetly, innocently. I could tell she was eager, somewhat naïve, but fully interested in what was happening between us.
“We can,” I said.
“Okay,” she said, sitting up now and moving to the side of me. “I’m going to take these off.” Reaching down to her knickers, she gingerly slipped them over her legs and moved them down her short legs. Once she removed the knickers from her feet, she tossed them over to her bed.
“You’re gorgeous, Ellie,” I said, looking at her naked body up and down, focusing in on the black fur between her legs.
“I want to see you,” she cooed, rubbing my leg over top of the sheets. “You’re hidden under the covers.”
I nodded enthusiastically, taking hold on my t-shirt by the hem and snaking it up over my head. My breasts spilled out, giving Ellie a show as she watched me. I was a bit bigger than her in chest size, maybe about double, and my tits happily hung from my frame and perked out toward Ellie. Moving my hands under the covers, I slid my knickers down over my ass and slithered them down my legs, kicking them off under the sheets at the foot of the bed.
“You’ve got really nice tits,” Ellie said, leaning toward me and taking one of my breasts into her palm. She gave me a gentle squeeze, smiling to herself as she touched me.
“Lay back,” I said, crawling out from underneath the covers and revealing my fully nude body to Ellie. She watched with focused interest as I did this, her eyes surveying my body up and down, setting on my pussy mound for a moment and then coming back up to meet my own gaze. My words sunk in for her and she nodded, lying back on my bed with her head resting where my feet had just been.
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BACKDOOR IN OUR DORM
I was lying up in my lofted bed, the light in our dorm room dim and mellow. It was pushing 10 o’clock and I had my Kindle in my hands, unwinding to one of my favorite type of romance stories and getting ready to turn in for the night. Our dorm room was small, but with the high ceilings and our beds lofted, desks positioned underneath, we were able to squeeze all the available space out of our college freshman accommodation.
What I loved about my Kindle was that nobody could see what I was reading. And, I’m sort of ashamed to say, I did indeed want to hide it. I had been reading lesbian stories even though I was totally straight. Or, well, I considered myself totally straight at that point. But the lesbian stories just piqued my interest so much, the Kindle made it so easy to secretly devour them, and nobody else knew what was going on in my increasingly dirty mind.
The dorm room door creaked open and I looked over. In walked my roommate Ellie, fresh from the communal showers. She had a white towel wrapped around her body and another white towel around her head. Ellie smiled up at me and quickly waved as she shut the door behind her and locked it. Stepping further into the small room, she set her shower caddy with all of her various products onto the top of her dresser. She opened up the top drawer of her dresser and swiftly removed a small pale purple pair of knickers, closing the dresser once she was finished.
Ellie was a beautiful young girl, 18 years old like me, Japanese yet raised in America. She was small and slight, short in stature and slender. As she removed the towel from her head and hung it up on the closet door, her long hair tumbled out. Ellie’s hair was dyed lighter than her natural black. She had colored it blonde from about the middle point down to her tips, and the top of her head was a mixture of various browns. It gave her tan skin a blushing hue. I secretly watched Ellie over the top of my Kindle, trying to anticipate what she was going to do next.
With her purple knickers dangling between her fingers in one hand, Ellie then removed the towel from around her body exposing her fully naked form. I could see her black bush covering her pussy mound, thin wispy hairs that had been cut short but were growing back to their natural length. Her breasts were tiny yet firm, each dotted with a dark brown nipple, hovering high on her chest and defying anything gravity could throw at them. Although Ellie was never all that shy about changing in front of me, she usually covered herself up slightly. With the light low and her assumption that I was still reading, I got to watch her move around in all her naked glory.
Both damp towels hung from the closet door now, Ellie’s hair wet and coursing down her trim back. She folded at her waist and guided her knickers over her feet and then brought them up her short legs, adjusting them as they settled on her hips and covering up her little ass and that inviting delicate black fur. The purple fabric complimented her skin nicely. She looked around for a moment, trying to find something, and then lifted up a t-shirt from atop her dresser to reveal a hair dryer and a brush.
“Hey Mary,” Ellie said in a bit of a whisper as she picked up her hair dryer and turned toward me. “Do you mind if I dry my hair? It’ll only take a few minutes.”
“Sure,” I said, looking down at her from the loft, lowering my Kindle and giving her a smile. My eyes lingered on her bare chest for a moment, then looking down to her flat stomach, and then to her purple knickers. Quickly, I met her gaze again and nodded enthusiastically.
“Great,” she said. “I’ll be super quick, I promise.”
Ellie bounced over toward my dresser on the opposite side of the room and plugged her hair dryer into the outlet. Flipping the switch on the dryer and blasting out a loud hum noise, she began to blow the hot air through her long hair and comb it out. Her skin was still damp from the shower, little beads of water running down her body in sporadic drips. I could see moisture on her chest, her half-naked body glimmering in the low light as she attended to her hair.
I don’t know what it was that inspired me to do what I did next. Maybe it was the lesbian romance book I had been reading, giving me just a little bit of courage, but as I stared into Ellie’s shower moist body, watching her small tits bounce just the smallest amount as she flipped out her hair and dried it, I lowered my hand underneath the covers and slipped it into my own knickers. I had already moistened between my lips from the excitement of watching Ellie drop her towel, and I ea
sily began slipping two fingers between my slit and rubbing myself upwards. I thought about what it would be like if it were Ellie and I in the lesbian story I had been reading, gently kissing each other’s necks, hands massaging over one another’s pussies, our warm bodies grinding together in a passionate embrace.
My other hand held my Kindle in front of my face, but my eyes peered over it covertly, watching Ellie and becoming mesmerized by her small chest. As my fingers kneaded into my pussy, my palm feeling the fur of my mound softly moving over it, I moaned softly. It was a reflexive sound that I wish I could have suppressed, as when I let it out Ellie quickly looked up to me in the loft. As I saw her head jerk, I quickly averted my gaze and stared deep into my Kindle, not even reading the words but just hiding from Ellie’s eyes. Within my knickers I gripped onto my pussy, ceasing my fondling in that moment of possibly being caught, my heart racing with nerves and my pussy throbbing with exhilaration.
Once Ellie was convinced she was just hearing things, she returned to her blow-drying and I returned to watching her and fingering myself. I allowed my fingers to penetrate my pussy, slipping inside of my wet hole as I watched my roommate stand topless and primp. It was amazing. I felt eager and excited and thrilled, the idea of being caught making my self-pleasure all the more arousing. Pulling my fingers out of my pussy, now coated in my own slimy juices, I moved my fingertips up to my clit and quickly diddled it in circles as my eyes hovered on Ellie and my mouth fell slack.
Ellie’s dampness saturated through the thin material of her purple knickers, little dots of water soaking through in several spots including a larger blotch near the top of her ass crack. Oh how I wanted to take those knickers back down her legs and bury my face into the fine black hair of her pussy mound. I could just imagine how it would feel to hold onto her small, damp body, to feel her moist skin press against mine, to experience our lips sweetly touch with soft moist kisses.
My hand that held the Kindle grew weak and the device wobbled slightly in my grip, my other hand deeply massaging into my wet clit. I could feel the tingles running through me, my thighs shaking slightly as I quickly masturbated myself toward climax with my eyes focused on Ellie’s young beauty. Her thin dark eyes, high cheekbones, pursed lips, smooth clear skin, she was just a knockout. Never before had I done anything like this, and although it felt incredibly dirty it also felt undeniably exciting. The desire to moan brimmed up inside of me, but I held it in. I didn’t want to alert Ellie like I’d done before. Instead, I focused my mind on getting myself to that point of climax, the idea of Ellie ushering me toward it and inspiring me to lustily come as I fingered myself up there in my loft bed.
“Fuck,” I mumbled under my breath, my intonation thankfully hidden by the continuous drone of Ellie’s hair dryer. I could feel my toes go numb and my midsection clenched, my pussy pulsing and contracting. Squirming there in the sheets but holding my movements back, I writhed through a silent orgasm as I forced my mouth shut and tenderly gripped onto my pussy. Wetness oozed out of me and onto my fingers, my hips gyrating under the covers, my feet issuing little kicks. I hummed through my straight and tightened lips.
Ellie flicked her hair dryer off, the sudden absence of sound bringing me back to reality. I held my Kindle in front of my face firmly, my eyes closed and squinting as I continued to feel the orgasm move through me in powerful waves. My pussy buzzed and bristled, my own juices slipping though my slit and dripping down onto my thigh. I attempted to steady my breath as I came down, taking long inhales through my nose and releasing slow silent exhales.
I carefully removed my damp hand from inside of my knickers, wiping the creamy residue that slimed my fingers onto my bed sheets. Bringing my hand out of the covers now, I raised my fingers to my nose and took a whiff of myself. I could smell a musty sweetness varnishing my fingers. I sighed happily in completion, content that I was so quickly able to bring myself to climax before Ellie could find me out.
I felt the wooden loft shift slightly as Ellie mounted the ladder to climb up to her bed. She climbed the steps until I saw her head pop up near the foot of my bed, a happy smile painted across her pretty little face. Her multicolored hair was now dry and held back in a ponytail. Sticking her tongue out teasingly, she waved just a bit to try to get my attention.
Dropping my Kindle to my covers, I looked at Ellie with a woozy lust in my eyes. My breath was beginning to return to normal but I could still feel the little aftershocks of orgasm occasionally move through my body. Seeing Ellie down by my feet was a welcome sight, desire for her still burning deep within me.
“What are you reading?” Ellie asked, lingering there on the ladder with just her head and bare shoulders visible from where I lay.
“Oh,” I said, somewhat taken by surprise. “Um, nothing really.”
“C’mon,” she said. “What is it? Is it good?”
“I don’t know,” I said bashfully. My heart was thumping. Although I had just gotten away with fingering myself in the same room as my roommate, I still felt caught and put on the spot by Ellie’s innocent question.
“C’mon,” Ellie goaded, reaching her hand up over the ladder and grabbing at my foot over top the covers, shaking me teasingly. “Tell me, Mary!”
“Okay,” I said, giving in to Ellie’s cute grinning face. She watched me in anticipation as I built up the nerve to admit to her what I was reading. “I was reading a, um, story about lesbians doing stuff.”
“Oh!” exclaimed Ellie, then releasing an amused giggle. “That’s sexy.”
“Sexy?” I repeated, groaning in embarrassment and slinking down into my covers. This awkwardness caused Ellie to giggle even more at me.
“Don’t worry,” she said. “I’m not making fun of you. I’m just interested!”
“You’re totally embarrassing me, Ellie,” I said, taking my Kindle from on top of the sheets and stuffing it under the covers.
“I’m sorry,” she said, trying to stifle her giggles. “I didn’t mean to.” She smiled joyfully at me and shook my foot again. “Tell me what it’s about.” Ellie continued her way up the ladder, positioning herself at the foot of her own bed, the spot in which our two beds met each other atop the loft, and sat cross-legged there awaiting my description. She still wore only her pale purple knickers, her small breasts hovering there on her slender chest for me to see as I looked down the length of my own bed at her.
“Okay,” I said with some trepidation, scooting up in my bed slightly and bracing myself back against my pillows. Reaching down, I straightened my sleeping t-shirt and adjusted myself, trying to get comfortable but feeling undeniably uncomfortable from Ellie’s attention.
Ellie grinned at me as she watched and waited, her hands gripping onto her thighs and rocking softly back and forth. My pussy felt moist and tender, the front of my knickers still sopping and giving me a slight chill as I mustered the courage to admit to my roommate what I had been reading.
“It’s about two girls,” I started, uncertain as to how to accurately describe the story. “And one of them is interested in, um…” I stammered and looked off before I finally let the words escape my mouth. “Anal… stuff.”
“Oh boy!” squealed Ellie, laughing and rocking where she sat. “I love it. I want to read it too!”
“You do?” I said, the awkwardness beginning to subside with her approval.
“Oh yeah,” said Ellie. “I love anal stuff!”
“Girls doing anal stuff?” I clarified, searching her expression for some hints of her preferences.
“Sure!” she said. “Girls are pretty.”
“You like girls?” I asked her with interest. She grinned devilishly at me.
“Do you like girls?” she asked, turning the question around on me. With that same grin on her face she posed for me, her arms curling in and her each of her hands pointing to her small tits. After a moment of holding the pose, she shook her chest lightly and her breasts swayed side to side as much as they could for their diminutive size.
“Mary,” began Ellie. “I didn’t know you were a lesbian,” she said. “I mean, it’s totally okay. I just didn’t know.”
“I’m not,” I said automatically, but feeling weird about saying it. “I just… I don’t know.”
“Have you ever done anything with another girl?” Ellie asked, her dark eyes glimmering with enthusiasm. I could sense something was beginning to happen, as her face softened in a strange way. An interested way. Like she was trying to lead me toward something.
“Yes,” I squeaked in a murmur.
“What did you do?” she said.
“Just stuff,” I said. “You know. Licking each other and fingering, stuff like that.”
“Did you do any anal stuff?” she asked. “Like in your book?”
“Yeah,” I admitted, feeling as though my face was beat red. “I did.”
“And you liked it?” she said.
“Mm hmm,” I hummed.
“I never did it with anybody else,” Ellie said, the humor draining out of her words and becoming replaced with an excited sultriness. “I’ve only done it with myself.”
The way she said this radiated possibility. My heart wavered and I ached between my thighs. Here at the foot of my bed was my gorgeous Asian roommate, topless with her small breasts exposed for me, guiding me towards opening up to some wild new experience for her.
“Do you want to maybe…” Ellie started, searching for her words. “Like, fool around and experiment a bit?” she said. “We don’t have to tell anybody about it. Just a roommate thing,” Ellie said with a sincere smile.
“Do you think it’s a good idea?” I whispered as though we were conspiring. “I mean, won’t it be weird?”
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