I lay my phone on my chest and rub my face. My eyes are tired and I’m not sure why. I check over on Eric and realize he’s gone. His computer is off and there isn’t a mound or two in his bed. Lifting the phone, I check the time. It’s midnight?!
Somehow we’ve been chatting for hours and it really only feels like we’ve scratched the surface. I’m fine continuing, but I want to be courteous of your time.
‘She’d totally be up for it if I asked.
I haven’t experimented with a girl very much.
She’s the perfect roommate, really.’
‘Hey, before you start scissoring or licking pussy
I need to get ready for bed and you probably should, too.’
. . .
‘I already got ready for bed.’
‘Really? When?’
‘While we were chatting.’
‘Wait. So, you took your phone and were sexting me while getting ready?’
‘Yeeeaaah. Is that so strange?’
‘I’m surprised you were willing to sext so openly in public, and that you would want to stay on your phone so much.’
. . .
‘Well, I didn’t want to stop sexting you.’
I let that sink in for a second before you ping me again.
‘Good boy using “sexting” Thumbs up’
I shake my head.
‘So, about going to bed?
I’m not so bold as to sext while I brush my teeth or shower
So, I’m going to pause for a few minutes, if that’s okay, and be back soon.’
. . .
‘Okay.’
I wait a few seconds, expecting something to follow. You have to have something else to add, but your bitmoji just keeps winning the no-blink contest.
As I grab my shower caddy, you buzz me. It’s strange to admit it, but my heart does a little flip in my chest. Without a second thought, I have the chat open in front of me.
Tap to view.
It’s a purple icon this time. My heart pounds in my ears. A video!
The message below reads: ‘Wish I could be there. Devil smile’
Tap.
The lights are on in your room, and your roommate doesn’t seem to be there. With your shirt above your exposed breasts and your pajama pants and thong around your knees, you thrust your pelvis toward your fist, holding your invisible penis, and stroke. As you thrust, your breasts jiggle and your erect nipples dance. You gasp and moan with every thrust, lowering your camera angle to show your face, rapt in mock ecstasy.
My cock rises to meet your stroking hand. I tremble as I try to think of a way to respond.
‘What?!’
. . .
‘In the shower. Devil smile’
‘Don’t you find that gross?’
‘Why the fuck would that be gross?
It’s hot as hell. Heart eyes’
You make me question the very little I thought I knew about women.
‘I can’t masturbate in the co-ed shower!’
‘Why not?
I do.’
I drop my phone and wince when it hits my erection.
‘When other people are in the bathroom?’
‘There’s almost always someone in there.
You just have to be in the shower.
It’s not like anyone is going to come in with you.
Though I wouldn’t mind cumming with you. Wink’
I take a few breaths and make a final reply before I leave.
‘You go ahead and fantasize about it.
I’ll be back in a few minutes.’
I stuff my phone under my pillow before I can hear any reply and march down the hall, holding my caddy in front of me. I find an open shower stall and wash. My cock seems to think I’m getting ready for something important, and particularly related to him. I give him the fastest bath I can without stimulating myself and slip my sweatpants back on with a t-shirt.
After I finish my hygiene regimen, I retire to my dorm room, where I’m still alone. I take my time putting everything away and then strip before getting into bed. Retrieving my phone, I feel it buzz as I pick it up. Again, my heart leaps and my fingers fumble over the touch screen as I scramble to get back into the chat.
Tap to view.
There’s nothing else. No messages. No bitmojis.
Licking my lips, I tap and watch.
You’re kneeling in just your thong over your roommate’s dildo, laying on a towel. You gasp and a flow of squirt pours through your panty and drenches the pink dildo. It keeps coming. You keep cumming. And with every gush of lustful juice, you gasp. “Oh. Oh.”
The video loops, making it seem like you just keep cumming and cumming. Squirting over and over. I watch enough times to catch when it restarts. The white towel doesn’t show the dampness very well, but I’ve trained my eyes. Maybe you’d like my feedback.
Now that you can see that I’ve opened your ‘present’, I get a ping.
‘Since you won’t.’
I sigh and calculate a good response.
‘Fuck! You’re gonna make me cum!’ I tried.
‘Well, film it!’
‘I’m okay right now.’
. . .
‘I guess you need some help. Devil smile’
Your bitmoji disappears. I start typing as fast as I can.
‘You don’t need to do anything more.
Unless you want to.
But even then, you can stop.
I don’t need anything more.
I don’t need to cum.
We can just chat.’
As expected, your bitmoji returns, and after half a second I get a ping.
Tap to view.
You take off your soaking thong with one hand as you film and hold it up in front of the camera. Bringing it closer as squirt continues to drip.
Before I can say anything, another one comes through.
Tap to view.
You open your door and use the phone to peek each way down the hall. Then you scurry across, hang the thong on my door handle, and run back. Cutting off the video with a shot of your dripping g-string hanging on my door handle.
‘Better hurry before someone sees. Devil smile
Or worse, takes it before you can. Crying’
I read your messages as I run to the door. I swing it open and freeze. Your roommate is standing in the hall, holding your still dripping g-string, staring at my naked ass. Specifically, my rock-hard cock, dripping with pre-cum.
Fuck my life!
