I rushed back to my dorm, cock bursting my zipper, and flung the door open. Freezing in the doorway, I locked eyes with Eric’s topless girlfriend, straddling Eric’s hips. She gave me a smirk as Eric rose to his elbows and turned to the door.
“There was a sock on the door. Do you mind?” he asked, a bit peeved.
“I don’t.” said his girlfriend, giving me a wink.
Eric looked at her, a bit exasperated, but no one could be mad at that vixen. The sheets curled around her hips and draped over the bed, concealing their comingling. If I removed Eric from the picture, she’d be a succubus, too tempting for any man or woman.
“Sorry,” I mumbled and dropped my eyes to the floor. There I saw the sock had fallen in the hallway. Snapping the door shut, I sank to the ground and faced your door.
My phone buzzed again and looking up and down the hall for anyone, I carefully opened our chat. You’d sent plenty of messages asking why I wasn’t responding and snaps I couldn’t risk opening in the hall.
‘Sorry, walked in on roommate and GF’
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‘Did you get a snap of them?’
‘No! I rushed out of the room.’
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‘Bet you wish you walked in on us?’
‘I’m in the hall. I can’t open your snaps.’
‘Just go to the bathroom and jerk one out.’
‘That’s not the point!’
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‘Can you imagine getting off in the hallway, with the action happening behind your door, and even getting caught right at the moment you explode?’
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‘No, thanks.’
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‘Are you going to check out our snaps? I can just delete them!’
‘Yes, geez. Give me a sec.’
I slip my phone into my pocket and shuffle to the bathroom. In my haste, I almost walk into a girl stepping out of her room. I mumble an apology and duck into the bathroom, though her face lingers in my mind. She seemed familiar, but I need to see what was going on in the girl’s locker room.
From the beginning of our chat down, there is a short story of what happened with accompanying snaps. As I recline in a stall, everything outside the stall disappears as I’m fully sucked into this tale of horny exhibition.
‘This one was talking all morning about how horny she was and decided not to wear any panties during practice.’
A snap shows your roommate blushing with her head lowered and a hand over her face. Her other hand holds a knot of skirt taught in front of her thighs where the fluorescent lights glisten off her slick skin.
‘I found out mid-routine, and feeling playful, decided to help her out.
What I didn’t expect was how tired I’d be after twenty-plus routines, or that she would cum just from landing on my face.’
The next snap shows your face, soaking wet, mascara running, and hair plastered to your temples and cheeks.
‘Actually, I didn’t realize she was a squirter, too.’
The following snap shows your roommate’s soaking cheer skirt laying over a bench and her legs disappearing around the corner of a shower stall.
‘So now, after being late for practice, we leave early.
The captain is going to chew us out again.
At least we can shower before everyone else cums in.’
The last snap is a video of your bare legs walking over the gray tile. You pull back the curtain on your roommate as you step into her shower. You giggle as she yelps in surprise and pulls her fingers out of her pussy. I hear the curtain close as your roommate holds a hand up over her face again and in front of the camera before the video cuts out.
My pants are around my ankles and my cock is pulsing in the air. It amazes me how arousing all our conversations are. You’re like an aphrodisiac to me.
As I read through the chat again, your bitmoji pops up in the corner.
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‘There you are.
Have anything to share with me? Devil smile.’
I finish running through all your messages and snaps.
‘Do you think your captain, or anyone else, knows what happened?’
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‘You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Sticking tongue out.
Probably getting off to a fantasy about the three of us or even the entire cheer team having a lesbian orgy in the locker room, yeah?’
‘Not even close. Just wondering if your secret is out, or if it’s just ours? Devil smile.’
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‘So, we can have an ‘our’ can we? Wink.
But no, they all thought we were just sweaty.
Thought we might have been hurt.
And assume we were just embarrassed.’
‘That’s good. Devil smile.’
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‘Is it? Smirk.
You’re getting better at this sexting. Thumbs up.
Water slide with our bitmojis
But we need to fix your situation.’
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‘What situation?’
‘You said you’re not even close’
‘I was talking about your assumption about my fantasy’
‘Then correct me
What is your fantasy right now?’
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‘I’m not thinking about one’
‘Well, should we change that? Devil smile.’
‘I’m not even touching myself’
‘Can you orgasm hands free? O.o’
‘That’s not what I meant, and you know it’
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‘But yes. I can.’
‘Star eyes’
‘Calm down’
‘Tiger’
‘A tiger?’
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‘It’s a cat, right?’
‘Yeah. . .’
‘A ‘pussy’ cat? Devil smile.’
‘OMG
Facepalm’
‘Now imagine it growling’
‘Okay, I get it!’
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‘So, are you getting close now?’
‘No!’
‘Do I need to send you more? Wink.’
‘No, you don’t have to do that.’
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‘I want to.’
What is with you? I can never make heads or tails of you.
‘If you want. I’m not going to wank.’
I got a text at that moment from Eric, ‘We are leaving for a while. You can have the room.’
As I’m typing to let you know I’m going to head to my room, I get a long message.
‘Please? It makes me so wet imagining you getting off to me. The thought of you shooting ropes of cum into the bowl, on the back of the stall door, or even all over yourself makes my pussy quiver.’
My cock throbs as I read. You’re literally asking me to masturbate. This seems so strange, yet it doesn’t surprise me as much as it should. I delete the message I was typing.
‘You want me to jerk off?’
‘Please? Blushing’
I leave you on read and zip myself up. As tempting as your request is, I’d rather do this in my room. I wash my hands just because I was in the restroom and stroll down the hall. Keeping my head down, I watch the carpet pass underfoot while my face burns.
A few doors down from my room, I hear giggling enter the hallway and then a gasp. Looking up, I meet your eyes as you and your roommate turn scarlet. Without a word, you both dive into your room and slam the door.
Well, I’m not the one who made things awkward.
