“Oh?” your roommate smirks and raises an eyebrow at my mast. I feel a shudder of pleasure as she makes that face at my cock, but I snatch the soaking g-string from her hand and slam the door.
What the fuck did I just do?!
She saw all of me, except my asshole, and she knows whose dripping thong this is, and that I was coming for it. Cumming for it?
I crumple to the ground in mortification. Is this as bad as cumming on the window in front of you? Maybe, since I didn’t even cum this time. But then, if I’d cum while she was watching, would that be even more mortifying?
My cock trembles and a jolt of electric sensation zips from the base of my penis to the head. It’s throbbing, and small spurts of pre-cum are erupting from the tip. It’s running down my shaft and dribbling over my balls. The cool wetness makes me think of saliva and being licked.
I’m not even touching myself, and I can feel an orgasm approaching. I clench my fist to try to control myself, feeling your squirt escape through my fingers. Without thinking, I raise my fist to my face and smell.
I nearly cum. If it weren’t for me jumping to my feet and diving into bed, I probably would have jizzed all over the floor. Laying on my back, my cock throbs, still leaking pre-cum, now over my belly, as I try to breathe and calm myself. My phone buzzes in my other hand and I remember what was happening before she showed up.
There aren’t any more messages and your bitmoji isn’t even waiting for me. I start to type a message.
‘Did you cum?!!!! Devil smile’
I scoff.
‘No.
You know what you just did, right?’
. . .
‘Gave my roommate what I want.’
‘What?’
. . .
‘She told me.’
FUUUCK!
‘It wasn’t on purpose.
I tried to grab it as fast as possible.
I just leaped out of bed without thinking.
I didn’t want that to happen!’
. . .
‘So, you sleep naked?’
‘Seriously?!
That’s what you choose to focus on?’
. . .
‘Yeah.’
Who are you?
‘So, did you cum?’
‘Why would I have cum?’
. . .
‘Well, you smelled them, right?’
I stare at the screen with a brain glitch.
‘If you smelled my squirt, then you probably came.’
‘Why would you assume that?’
. . .
‘The library.’
I rack my brain thinking about when we met, but I didn’t smell your squirt. . .
I feel cold and hot at the same time as I realize someone saw me smell your squirt and could tell that I came. It must have been someone who saw you and knew you squirted in the first place.
‘How do you know that?’
. . .
‘Who do you think?’
I’m not sure if she really wants me to guess, I’ve only got two, or if she’s trying to suggest I should already know. Women are so complicated.
‘She saw me?’
‘Yep.’
No explanation.
‘How long have you known?’
. . .
‘Since she came to the dorm right after you.’
My mind reels thinking about how much you knew but didn’t come forward, waiting for me. I guess I was too surprised by your interest in me to realize you might want me to take the lead.
‘And she knew you’d squirted?’
. . .
‘She says she guessed as much while watching me.’
‘She was watching you?
Wait. Are you talking with her right now?’
. . .
. . .
Your bitmoji disappears. No way.
Tap to view.
Just a photo this time. But it’s of the two of you. You’re laying on your belly with your feet in the air behind you and she is sitting on the ground leaning against the bed with her head close to yours.
‘I guess you two are close?’
. . .
‘Not, really. I came earlier, and she hasn’t started playing with herself yet.’
Yet?
‘That’s not what I meant.
You know it.’
. . .
‘Did you cum yet?’
‘STOP CHANGING THE SUBJECT.’
. . .
Tap to view.
I let it sit, unopened, while I stare at your bitmoji, willing my bitmoji to stare you down.
‘Really?
Gonna ignore my snap?
Aren’t you curious?
We’re both in it.
Two horny college girls, snapping you after midnight.
You don’t want a peek?’
‘Didn’t you say you two weren’t horny?’
. . .
‘He speaks!
No, I said I just came, and she hasn’t started playing with herself yet.
Scroll up to reread if you want.
I didn’t say we weren’t horny.
Like, everything I’ve said should indicate that we’re horny.’
‘I understand you might be horny.
Why should I assume she is horny?’
. . .
‘Well, she is sitting here talking with me calmly about what just happened between you two.’
‘There’s nothing between us!’
‘Okay. Hands raised
After everything that’s happened between you and me, there’s something between us.
So, the same is true for her.’
I let you sit on “. . .” for a bit.
‘Fine.’
‘Besides, you should just check our snap.’
‘Bored face’
‘Just look.’
Tap.
You’re both pouting.
‘Seriously?!
For that?’
. . .
Tap to view.
Tap.
You took a photo of your roommate’s wet mound through her peach lace thong. A very obvious wet spot spreads over her entire crotch. As I look closely, I can see her inner thighs are shiny. I shake my head clear.
‘Why are you sending me that?!’
‘She’s horny.’
‘I CAN SEE THAT!’
‘Don’t get upset.
Or is that enthusiasm?
Are you cumming yet?’
‘STOP ASKING!’
‘XP’
I say that, but your repeated asking acts like a buzz of pleasure on my cock head. So much pre-cum has leaked out of my cock you might think I’d cum a small load. It’s been well over an hour of a solid erection. It’s starting to ache, and I’m not sure it will calm down on its own.
‘You’re having fun, aren’t you?’
. . .
‘Oh, absolutely.
We are both fighting our urges.’
‘I’ll be fine.’
. . .
. . .
‘I was talking about her and me.
And no, you won’t.
You’re going to explode and mess up your sheets.
You’ll be in the laundry room in five minutes, tops.’
‘Jokes on you. I have excellent self-control.’
‘Right, that window can attest to your “control” can’t it?’
Well, now you’ve got me. If I admit I chose to do that, it wouldn’t be a hundred percent true. And if I deny it, then it would mean I had no self-control.
‘A moment of weakness?’ You beat me to it.
‘Whatever.
I’m not gonna cum.
Besides, I’d catch my load.
I’m not an idiot.’
. . .
‘Right, you just kneel on your bed and bring yourself to orgasm with nipple play in front of your open window like every other normal person.’
I chew my lip and glare at my phone.
‘But I bet I know you better than you think I do.’
‘And why is that?’
Your bitmoji disappears, which can only mean one thing.
Tap to view.
‘Watch.’
I hesitate but tap.
One look at you and your roommate, hands clasped and bare breasts pushed together, with your shirts above your busts, kneeling together in your thongs on your bed, cheeks touching and staring alluringly into the camera, and I cum in my sheets.
