I never meant for it to happen that night, but once her hand slid under my skirt I knew there was no turning back. My roommate Lena was twenty-two, same as me, both of us done with college and stuck in that tiny apartment with one bed because the second one had broken. We had been dancing around each other for weeks, the air thick with the smell of our shared laundry and the cheap wine we drank every evening. That Friday she came home from the bar already flushed, her short black dress riding high on her thighs, and she looked at me like she wanted to eat me alive.
“Take your panties off,” she said, voice low and direct. I was sitting on the edge of the mattress in just a tank top and nothing else. My cunt clenched at the order. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and pushed the cotton down my legs, kicking them away. Lena dropped to her knees right there on the floor and spread my thighs wide with both hands. She didn’t tease. Her tongue dragged straight up my slit, hot and flat, tasting how soaked I already was.
“Fuck, you’re dripping,” she muttered against my folds before sucking my clit between her lips. I grabbed the back of her head and ground against her face, hips rolling in short, greedy circles. She moaned into me, the vibration shooting straight up my spine. Two fingers pushed inside without warning, curling hard against that spot that made my vision blur. I came fast and messy, thighs shaking around her ears, juices running down her chin.
She stood up, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and stripped. Her tits were small and perky, nipples dark and tight. She climbed onto the bed and straddled my face. “Lick,” she ordered. I opened my mouth and let her lower her shaved pussy onto my tongue. She tasted sharp and sweet at the same time. I fucked her with my tongue while she rode my face, grinding her clit against my nose. Her hands braced on the headboard as she came, thighs clamping my head, a low guttural sound ripping out of her throat.
We weren’t finished. Lena flipped me onto my stomach, pulled my hips up, and buried her face between my cheeks. Her tongue pushed into my asshole while two fingers slammed back into my cunt. The double sensation made me sob into the pillow. She worked me open, spit-slick and relentless, until I was begging. “Please fuck me. Use me.” She reached into the drawer for the strap-on we had bought together but never used. The thick silicone cock slid into me in one long thrust. She fucked me hard, hips snapping, the harness slapping against my ass with every stroke. I reached down and rubbed my clit in time with her thrusts until I came again, walls pulsing around the fake cock.
Lena pulled out, flipped me over, and straddled my thigh. She rubbed her wet cunt against my skin while she kissed me deep, letting me taste myself on her tongue. We moved together like that, slick and desperate, until she came a second time with her teeth sunk into my shoulder. Afterward we lay tangled, breathing hard, sweat cooling on our skin. She traced lazy circles around my nipple and whispered, “We’re doing this every night now.”
By morning we had already gone at it twice more—once in the shower with her fingers knuckle-deep in my ass while hot water pounded our backs, and once bent over the kitchen counter with her tongue lapping at both holes until I screamed. Those were the first of many girl sex stories we wrote together that summer, each one dirtier and more direct than the last.
