STRAIGHT ROOMMATE’S DRIPPING CUNT 3

3.

LISA

I’m completely lost in the moment, fingers buried knuckle-deep in my dripping pussy, thrusting quick and messy while my eyes stay half-closed on the laptop screen. The lesbian p**n blasts wet tongue sounds and desperate girl moans that make my cunt squeeze even tighter around my fingers.

My other hand attacks my heavy tits, pinching my stiff nipples until the sharp sting blends into pure pleasure, squeezing the soft flesh hard like I’m trying to pull an orgasm out of them.

“Fuck… mmm,” I groan deep in my throat, hips bucking up to meet every thrust. My juices run freely down my ass crack, soaking the sheets underneath me. Nothing else in the world matters right now.

Preye must have stepped out of the shower because I suddenly feel eyes burning into me. Our gazes lock for one electric second. She looks away fast, turning to dry her body with the towel, but I catch her sneaking another long glance. My pussy throbs harder at the attention. I don’t stop.

I push deeper. I spread my thighs wider, shorts still shoved aside, and let my moans drop lower and sexier, that breathy slutty tone I know can melt resistance. “Ahhh… yes… just like that…”

I wish the girl on the screen was eating me out instead of just watching. But my mind immediately replaces her with Preye. I picture her innocent face buried between my spread legs, soft lips wrapping around my swollen clit, her warm tongue sliding deep into my hole. I imagine her perky tits bouncing as she fingers me rough, whispering how much she needs to taste my cum.

Then the thoughts turn filthier;me bending her over, spreading that soft jiggling ass wide, licking her pussy from behind while she moans like a whore. Forcing her to sit on my face, grinding her wet cunt all over my tongue until she squirts down my throat. My fingers slam faster, pounding in and out of my soaked hole, thumb rubbing my clit in furious circles.

Those images fuel me completely. My heavy breasts heave with every breath, nipples aching from how brutally I twist them.

“I’m cumming… yes fuck! Mmm!” I scream it out loud, not caring who hears. My pussy spasms violently, thick creamy cum gushing around my fingers and soaking my hand plus the sheets. Intense waves of pleasure rip through my body, making my thighs quake and my toes curl tight.

I pull my fingers out slowly, covered in my thick white cream, and lick them clean right there, sucking every drop with loud, wet pops. The salty-sweet taste hits perfect after holding back all day.

I finally slam the laptop shut, chest heaving, body still buzzing with aftershocks. That’s when the heavy silence drops over the room like a weight. Preye stands there in her towel, back mostly turned, but I know she watched the entire thing.

She kept stealing glances while I came hard. I did it on purpose, I didn’t stop, didn’t cover up. Some twisted part of me wanted her to see me like that. My heart pounds from more than just the orgasm. What if she freaks out completely? What if she tells someone or demands to switch rooms? But the way she looked at me… it made me cum harder than I have in weeks.

I clean myself up quickly, pull my shorts back into place, and try to act normal. Later that evening my stomach growls loudly.

“Hey Preye, you mind if we grab some dinner? I’m starving after… all that,” I say, giving her a small smirk, voice casual but laced with flirtation.

She turns, towel still hugging her chest tight. “I don’t mind,” she answers, smiling like she’s trying hard to stay cool.

We head to the food canteen. I order spaghetti and chicken. She gets Irish potato fries, chicken, and a hamburger. We sit across from each other at a small table, the air thick with everything we’re not saying. I can still feel the heat of her eyes from earlier on my skin.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” I tell her, leaning forward a bit. “I got completely lost in the moment. Didn’t mean to put on such an open show like that.”

“Oh it’s alright, I understand,” Preye replies, her voice soft but steady. She picks at her nails, avoiding my eyes for a second.

“Thanks. I’ll try to be more careful next time,” I say, but inside I’m replaying how hot it felt knowing she watched me fall apart. She smiles, and it lights up her whole face in a way that makes my stomach flip. I decide to push a little further. “So… do you have any questions after walking in on me like that?”

Preye meets my eyes directly. “I already have my answer, but yeah… you into girls?”

“I’m bi,” I answer without hesitation, no shame in my voice. My pussy twitches again just saying it to her face.

“Oh that’s cool,” she nods, but I catch the slight shift in her breathing.

“What about you? You seem straight as a ruler,” I tease, dropping my voice lower and giving her a flirty smile.

“Something like that,” she says. “I’ve never done anything with a girl before. Never even been attracted to one.”

“What about now?” I ask, eyes locked on hers, letting the question hang heavy between us.

“Sorry, excuse me?” She looks surprised, but then we both burst into laughter. The tension eases slightly, but the heat underneath it stays strong. I can feel it pulsing.

“So are you in a relationship or just fucking around?” she asks, changing the subject.

“I’m single,” I shrug. “The breakup was ugly. My ex couldn’t handle me cumming harder with a girl than I ever did with him. Now I haven’t found anyone worth committing to… or maybe I’m not ready yet. I just want good pussy when the hunger hits.”

“Well I have a boyfriend,” Preye says, smiling softly.

“Oh nice. What’s his name? Is he on campus?” I ask, curious but also testing the waters.

“Oh no, I don’t fuck college boys. I like them big in status and inches,” she laughs lightly.

I grin and make the clocking sign with my hand. “Clock it.”

She laughs again. “He’s a millionaire and twenty-six. I’m nineteen. I don’t know if I’m actually in love or just completely dickmatized, but he makes me happy.”

“As long as he keeps you satisfied, girl,” I say, meaning it on one level while imagining bending her over and eating her pussy right after he fills her.

“Of course. I’m meeting him tomorrow morning and won’t be back until Monday before our ten o’clock class.”

“Damn, you’re gonna get that pussy stretched and pounded all weekend,” I say, grinning wide.

“Hmm hmm, with some extra cash on top,” she replies, biting her lip.

“Have you two explored any kinks yet?” I ask, leaning closer across the table.

“No, I don’t think he’d be into a threesome,” she answers quickly.

“I wasn’t asking about a threesome. Do you ever think about exploring sex with a girl… maybe even with your boyfriend involved?” I push, keeping my voice low and dirty.

Preye stutters, face flushing. “No I mean… I thought you were talking about threesome. Like I said, I’ve never done anything with a girl before…” She’s clearly flustered, cheeks warm.

I laugh softly. “It’s okay, relax. No pressure.”

Our food finally arrives and we eat while talking about how brutal the upcoming semester is going to be with classes and assignments. Then a tall, handsome guy with curly hair approaches our table.

“Hey ladies,” he says with a confident smile.

Preye and I glance at each other before looking at him. “Hi,” we say together.

“I’m Dave. You two are looking good. Sisters or friends?”

I turn toward him fully. “Both,” I answer with a smile, checking him out. My eyes drop to the noticeable bulge in the front of his grey pants. Not bad at all.

Preye clears her throat. I look away. “I’m Lisa,” I say.

“And I’m Preye,” she adds, going back to her food with a small smile, clearly uninterested.

“Nice to meet you both. If you don’t mind, I’ll cover your meal.” He turns to me. “Would you give me your Snapchat username?”

I look him up and down again, lingering on that bulge. “Sure.” He hands me his phone. I type in my username and hand it back.

He sends the request immediately. I accept it with a flirty tone. “Accepted.”

Dave smiles big. “Bye Preye,” he says, then heads toward the counter.

Preye looks at me once he’s gone. “Looks like you just got yourself a dick. Girl you need one.”

“Well let’s see what he can actually do,” I reply, but my mind is already back on her body wrapped in that towel, the way her eyes stayed on my creamy cunt earlier.

As we walk back to the room together, Preye’s smile fades slightly. I catch her glancing at my ass again. My pussy is already getting wet thinking about what might happen when she returns from her dick-filled weekend… or if I make my move tonight.