Loading...I had been in bed for over an hour, tossing and turning. My body was hot, and even though the windows were open, I couldn’t seem to cool down. There was an insistent ache between my legs that I couldn’t ignore.
Earlier this evening, my roommate Daphne, came barging into our dorm room, smiling widely. She had a date with a water polo player and wanted my help getting ready. Batting her lashes at me, she tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder and pouted prettily.
“C’mon, Mischa, help me! Brett’s hot, and I want to drive him nuts.” I shook my head, teasing her a little.
“Daphne, I’m sure whatever you wear will be fine.”
“Miiiiisch,” she wailed, grabbing my hand and clasping it on her chest. Daphne was fairly naïve, so I didn’t think she meant anything by having my hand on her breast, but I felt myself grow warm anyway. “I need your help, especially, um, down there.” She blushed as she whispered the last part.
I blinked, trying not to think of my face between her legs, my tongue and mouth moving along her lower lips. Daphne was gorgeous, and I had secretly wanted to play with her since we met. Surely she didn’t mean that, right?
“Excuse me?”
“Well, I’ve never really shaved or trimmed my hair down there before, and I think it’ll feel sexy. That’s how I want to feel tonight.” Daphne wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. “I want to surprise Brett in case things go that route. Will you do me a big favor and help me shave?”
God, Daphne was trying to kill me. She really wanted me to drown in lust. How could I shave her and do nothing? I sighed softly. We had been roommates for the last two years, and had become good friends. The rules of being a good girl friend meant one never left the other hanging, so I nodded and we got started.
We chose a slinky silver-black dress that dipped low in the front and hit Daphne on her upper thigh. I dug a pair of silver strappy heels and matching clutch purse out from my side of the closet and set them on her bed. I did her makeup and hair first, trying to build up my confidence, but it was a losing battle. Visions of my roommate half-naked danced in my head. Daphne was around my height, 5’7” or so, and built like a lighter, sunnier version of me; slim hips, tiny waist, bigger boobs, and a great ass; I itched to touch her.
Having set up shop in our private bathroom (we were lucky that we didn’t share a bathroom with anyone, not even suitemates), I took a deep breath and asked if she was ready.
“Yep. Where do you want me?” I groaned inwardly. Where didn’t I want her??
“Go ahead and hop up on the sink.” I had previously filled the basin with warm water, so I watched as she wiggled out of her shorts and panties and plop herself up on the ledge. Grabbing a pair of scissors, I gently spread open her legs and gazed down at her pussy.
She wasn’t very hairy at all, and I could see her lips peeking through a little. More for myself than her, I ran my hand over her entire mound, then carefully began to trim her hair. When only a little stubble remained, I took her shaving lotion and smoothed it all over. I was having a hard time paying attention to what I was doing. Each touch sent shock waves through my body, down to my clit. I couldn’t believe the position I was in; my beautiful roommate was on the bathroom counter, legs spread wide for me and I couldn’t do anything about it.
I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts, silently reprimanding myself. With one hand holding her skin tight, I gently proceeded to shave the bikini area clean before moving the razor over her lips.
“Am I hurting you?” I asked, my voice raspy. Neither one of had been talking while I was shaving her, and Daphne had been resting back on her hands, her head against the mirror. I looked up at her for the first time, I prayed she didn’t recognize the lust in my voice for what it was. Clearing her throat, she shook her head.
“No,” she said, watching me wash the razor in the basin then move down a little to the bottom of her slit, in between her ass. I wet a towel and cleaned her off. “Is that all?”
“Yep,” I said laughing, breaking the tension. “I’m a pro at this. I like feeling smooth all the time, so I do this constantly.”
I wanted to tell her that I thought she was beautiful, but unsure how she would react, I kept my thoughts to myself. I watched as she hopped down, finished dressing, gave me a kiss, and headed out. Now, hours later, I couldn’t think of anything else but the pretty sight of her pussy. Soft pink lips that gaped just a little. Tiny pearl-like clit. Incredibly smooth skin. I thought I had noticed moisture her folds but now that I had plenty of time to think about it, I realized I was probably just imagining things.
I couldn’t help but guess that Brett liked the sensation of her smooth pussy. I wondered if he enjoyed running his hand over it, how her skin felt against his tongue as he ate her. If he had run the length of his cock over her slit.
I sat up and looked over at the other bed. Daphne had come in drunk a while ago, undressed, and flopped onto her bed completely naked. I could hear her snoring lightly; maybe I wouldn’t wake her if I used my vibrator, because I had to do something to relieve this tension.
Silently, I slid out of bed and padded over to my dresser. Digging into my panty drawer, I found my slim vibrator. Switching it on low, I pressed it against my crotch, rubbing my clit through my panties, but almost dropped it as Daphne mumbled something and turned over. I stepped back towards my bed but hesitated. Daphne’s shifting opened her legs and I had a clear view of her pussy. I couldn’t help myself; I moved closer.
There, in front of me, was what I had been thinking about all night. I leaned in close, smelling her scent. In the dark, I couldn’t see how pink her pussy was, couldn’t tell just by sight if she and Brett had had sex. I grabbed hold of the curtain and threw it back. There. Just enough light from outside came in to illuminate her body.
Daphne had rolled on her back, totally spread eagled. She was snoring heavier now, so I knew she must have had more than a few drinks. A naughty thought came into my head, of me tasting her as she slept. My own pussy got very hot at the idea, but I wasn’t sure if I could do it. Daphne was more than a roommate; she was a friend. But I was so horny, she smelled fantastic, and it sounded like she’d sleep through the whole thing.
My mind made up, I slid my tank top and panties off, and pushed my vibrator deep into my pussy. I wanted to be as naked as she, to feel as if this was something we both wanted. I slowly climbed up on her bed, making sure not to disturb her, then lay between her legs.
I ran my hands along her inner thighs, pushing her legs open further, stopping every so often to look up her body. Her breasts were perfect globes, her nipples hard by the cool night air drifting in from the windows. I wanted to taste them, but thought better of it. Too much shifting and moving might wake Daphne, and I didn’t want that to happen. Not before I tasted her.
Softly, I pressed my lips against her clit. Teasing myself, I kissed every inch of her pussy first, going up to the top of her mound, then moving to her clit, down one side of her slit, over her lips, back up the other side. With just the tip of my tongue, I retraced my path, circling her clit at the end. Pushing it, pushing at it, nibbling it.
I lifted my head again, but Daphne hadn’t moved. Feeling more confident with each passing minute, I finally parted her lips, my thumbs holding them open for me, and slid my tongue into her depths. God, she tasted so good, and I knew then that Brett had not been in between her legs or had parted her puffy lips. I couldn’t taste any cum, and I was delighted that I was the first to enjoy what I had done earlier tonight. I had begun to think of Daphne’s bare pussy as mine.
Sliding my tongue in and out, a finger moving up to play with her clit, I felt her grow wet. My pussy, already heated from my position, began to drip. I could feel my juices on my inner thighs, so I reached down to finger myself. It was an amazing feeling; I had never gotten this wet without more attention before, but I was getting off by just tasting my roommates pussy. Even asleep, she was aroused, and I made her that way. I gave her that, and it was so exhilarating to me.
I pressed my face against to her, so that I was as close to her sweet slit as possible. I switched, moving my mouth up to her clit, sucking lightly, changing my rhythm every so often. Two fingers slipped into her, and I moved them in and out as quickly as I could. Daphne was moaning softly now, her hips writhing under me. I was afraid she would wake, but I couldn’t stop, my fingers fucking my own pussy at the same pace, brushing against the slim vibrator with each movement. I needed for her to cum against my face, I needed that before I could let her sleep in peace.
I settled on a rapid pattern. I was so close, so close, but I wanted to taste her cum first. I didn’t have to wait long to feel her inner muscles clamping on my fingers, trying to coax them deeper. I held my tongue against her clit as her hips bucked, held it there till I felt the tension ebb, then her body relax completely. Cautiously, I checked her face; still asleep. Good.
My mouth returned to her opening, sucking her juices, licking her clean. There was a wet spot on her bed, and I ran my tongue as low as possible to catch as much moisture as I could. I even managed to wiggle in between her ass cheeks, tasting her muskier flavor there, before pulling back and sliding off her bed. My pussy had also left a noticeable wet spot, but there’s nothing I could do about it now.
I still hadn’t cum yet, and, figuring I had come this far, moved so her foot was in reach. Lifting it, I rubbed the sole against my clit and came shortly, the sensation of the vibrator and the sight of her spread body too much to hold back any longer. I bent to lick my juices off her foot before checking her again. Head still in the same position, eyes closed, breathing deeply. I adjusted her legs to a more normal sleeping position, and pulled part of her comforter up to cover her.
Turning back to my dresser, I slid the vibrator out, cleaned it, turned it off, and replaced it in my drawer. I smiled as I climbed back in my bed, the ache in between my legs as well as my curiosity satisfied. As I drifted off to sleep, I was already plotting how I could taste my roommate’s pussy again.