I’m lying here in the dark with my legs spread, the sheets already damp under me, and I can’t stop touching myself while I tell you this. My fingers are slick, circling my clit in slow, deliberate strokes because every time I say the words out loud it gets harder to breathe. You wanted the story, so I’m giving it to you exactly the way it happened, exactly the way I’m feeling it right now.
It started on a humid Friday night when I went over to Mark’s apartment after too many texts. I was already wet before I even knocked on the door. The moment he opened it, he pulled me inside and kissed me like he’d been starving. His hands went straight under my skirt, finding the thin strip of my thong already soaked. He laughed against my mouth and said, “You came ready.” I didn’t answer with words. I just pushed his hand harder against me and rocked my hips.
We didn’t make it to the bedroom right away. He bent me over the back of his couch, yanked my panties down to my knees, and slid two fingers inside me without warning. I was dripping down his knuckles in seconds. He fucked me like that, standing, while I clawed at the cushions and begged him not to stop. When he finally pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock, I came almost instantly, the sudden stretch pushing me over the edge so fast my legs shook.
But that was only the beginning. His roommate, Lena, came home while we were still on the couch. I expected her to walk away, but she didn’t. She stood in the doorway watching, eyes dark, and when Mark looked up and nodded, she came closer. I should have felt shy. Instead I felt electric. Lena knelt in front of me, pushed my thighs wider, and put her mouth on my clit while Mark kept thrusting from behind. The combination made me scream. Her tongue was soft and relentless, licking every drop that leaked out around his cock, and every time she moaned I felt it vibrate straight through me.
I’m rubbing myself faster now, two fingers sliding in and out the way Mark did that night. My other hand is on my breast, pinching the nipple the same way Lena did when she finally stood up, stripped, and climbed onto the couch so I could taste her. She was already swollen and slick. I licked her while Mark fucked me, my face buried between her legs, her hands in my hair guiding me exactly where she wanted. Every time I moaned into her, she ground down harder. Mark came first, pulling out at the last second and painting my lower back while I kept licking Lena until she shook and flooded my tongue.
After that we moved to the bedroom. They took turns with me for what felt like hours. Lena used her strap on me while Mark watched and stroked himself, then he fucked her while I sat on her face. I came so many times I lost count. The last one happened with me on my back, Mark deep inside me again, Lena’s fingers in my mouth so I could taste myself on her. When I finally came that time it was long and shattering, my whole body locking up around him while I sobbed against her hand.
Right now I’m so close just remembering it. My clit is throbbing under my fingers and I can feel the orgasm building the same way it did when Lena sucked on my nipples while Mark pounded me. I’m telling you every filthy detail because saying it out loud makes it feel like it’s happening again. I’m dripping onto the sheets, hips lifting, chasing it. I wish you were here to see how wet I am, how my fingers disappear inside me when I push them deep and curl.
I came again tonight while I told you this. Hard. My thighs clamped around my own hand and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out too loud. But I’m not stopping. I’m going to keep touching myself and keep talking until I can’t form sentences anymore. Because right now, confessing every single thing they did to me is the only thing that feels better than the memory itself.
