I freeze with my fist raised to knock on the door that isn’t there and lock eyes with your roommate. Embarrassment rises in her face like mercury in a thermometer as her eyes widen. With a squeal, she leaps to her feet, hands clasped over her small breasts, and tries to run out of view.
Her skirt trips her around her knees, and not wanting to fall on her face, she catches herself with her hands. She glares at me, red-faced, but before she can yell at me, I spin on my heel to go into my room.
“At least close the door for me!”
I halt and reach back for the handle or the edge of the door, but can’t find it. I look back briefly to close the door and glance over at her once more. She’s laying on her hip with her hands propping her up and her nipples pointing into the cold like the end of a finger.
I snap your door shut and quickly hide behind mine. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Of course, your roommate is a cheerleader too, and I have to stumble upon her while she’s changing, not you.
The freezing breeze dies down in my room with the crosswind cut off, but our window is still wide open. Quickly locking it closed, I sit on my bed and stare at the door. Things are only going to be more awkward with your roommate now. I rub my chin and stare off into space. Of course, things could be awkward between you and me, but there seems to be some interest on both our parts. But why haven’t you introduced yourself? You should know I live across the hall by now.
Maybe you don’t want to meet me? Perhaps I should be grateful for what we have. Or maybe we’ve had all we are going to.
I spiral for several minutes before my mind comes back to your roommate. She’s cute in a petite way. Definitely not as sexy as you or Tachibana Sensei. . . .
Why am I thinking about Sensei? She’d eat me alive.
Still. A part of me wants to lie naked on a plate for her.
Shaking my head, I twist and lay my feet on the ground, bracing my hands on my knees. I should really apologize to your roommate for not only today, but everything awkward that’s happened between us. Looking at the door, I know it’s not a good time right now. Maybe if you are both in when I check for you, I can apologize then.
I lay back on my bed and replay all my encounters with you. First the library, then the gym, and the park, and even from my window. My cock responds all too willingly and I decide to jerk one out while Eric is in class.
I drop to my knee and search through my dirty laundry for a dirty pair of briefs to catch with. Then I remember our last encounter and your gift. My cock throbs and I feel pre-cum wetting my head. Lifting the mattress, I pull your thong out and hang it between my hands.
Before I can do anything, I have to free my little monster. Unzipping and dropping my drawers to my knees, I sigh in relief as my cock can fully swell and stand without restraint. I lean on my bed, propping my elbows on the mattress, and hold the thong as if you were invisible and wearing them.
I can see your thighs pinching the strip that covers your mound and as I twist it around, I imagine your ass cheeks swallowing the back strip. Pre-cum runs down my cock as I fall face down onto the mattress with the crotch of your thong under my nose and mouth. With a deep breath, I inhale your lustful scent.
My head feels airy and my skin feels sensitive from head to toe to other head. All the hair on my body stands on end and goosebumps erupt everywhere. I smile into your thong and wrap my hand around my pulsating cock. Lifting my face from the bed, I stare at the white streak in your thong an inch away and stroke myself gently.
You’re lying back on my bed, holding your ankles over your head. I feel the heat radiating off your pussy, warm against my mouth and nose. Your scent wafts up into my nostrils, sweet and tangy.
I look up between your breasts and lock eyes with you. You bite your lip and sigh, your eyes half closed. You blink slowly and stare back at me pleadingly. I smirk and get started.
My tongue touches your taint and you gasp. I pause and check on you. You nod reassuringly and wet your lips.
I lick along the crease between your pussy and thigh on both sides. You sigh in pleasure while your pussy pulses. With the pad of my tongue, I gently rub the sides of your mound, avoiding your outer lips.
You groan, somewhat in frustration, but mostly in pleasure. I keep my eyes on you as I work my tongue. You throw your head back, eyes closed, and open your mouth.
I continue to stroke myself as I start back at your taint and lick up the middle of your wet mound, flicking your clit with the end of my tongue. You shutter and gasp as your legs tremble. Your pussy pulses again, but longer this time.
“More.” You beg. I am all too happy to comply. I split your mound with the tip of my tongue and lick between your inner and outer lips on both sides. You start panting as your juices spill out. My chin glistens as much as your asshole as I suck your inner lips into my mouth for a gentle massage for each.
You groan and grip behind your knees, pulling them as tight as you can to your shoulders and rocking back on your spine as you lift your pussy closer, pushing it into my mouth. “Inside. Please.”
I nuzzle my lips between yours and give you one slow lick that touches every part of your opening. You gasp and shove your pussy in my face. My tongue continues north and glides over your clit.
“Ah!” Your breathy sigh cuts short as I take my tongue back into my mouth. You peer between your breasts at me, rosy-cheeked and drooling. “No. Please don’t stop.”
I chuckle and settle my tongue over your clit. I lay it flat and gently slide it up and down. Then I firm it and roll it side to side over your clit like a tight muscle knot.
“Oh, ho ho.” You start to sound like Santa Claus as you buck your hips, losing yourself in my oral treatment.
“Are you close?” I ask breathily before returning to suck your lips into my mouth.
You playfully glare down at me, your breasts crashing together like waves of flesh, cutting off your glare in tiny slaps. “Please. Inside. I need you inside.”
I split your lips with my tongue and shove it as deep as I can lick.
“Ah!” You throw your head back and almost hit the wall. “Yes.”
I tongue fuck you, barely able to rub your g-spot with the tip of my tongue. You roll your hips into me, forcing my tongue as deep as it can go. I stroke myself quickly, feeling the rhythmic pulses of your pussy on my tongue.
“Almost.”
My tongue is cramping, but I push through for you. My face is a slick mess from nose down to jaw and my cock is matching your pulses.
“YES!” You clench so tight it forces my tongue out. I lick straight to your clit and swirl it in my mouth. “Oh, fuck, I’m cumming!”
Your feet slam down on my shoulders as your hands jump to your breasts, twisting your nipples. You bridge your back, putting all your weight on my shoulders. Your pulsing asshole vanishes between your perfect cheeks and your pink pussy shines in the fluorescent light.
My eyes widen as my orgasm starts in my prostrate, quickly traveling toward my cock head. Squirt erupts from your pussy like a geyser, showering me in your lust. A jet strikes me in the forehead and runs down my face. Your spray rains over me from head to head to naked feet.
I grab your thong and take the crotch to my cock head. I open the pocket to shove my dick in and feel something scratch my urethra. My load catches in the base of my cock, throbbing and begging for release.
I inspect the pouch and find a tiny rolled-up paper. Cock dripping wet with pre-cum, I unroll the paper to find a snapchat username.
My heart catches in my throat and my orgasm rushes to my head. I shove my cock head into the pocket and unload for the best fucking orgasm I’ve ever had.
Sitting on my folded legs, I hold my throbbing cock with your thong wrapped around it, cum oozing through the lace fabric. I pant as I fall back, holding your snapchat note. That’s what really took me over the edge.
