Roommate, Interrupted

Where is it? It was here yesterday…

Why is it whenever you need something…?

Right, okay. Surely this recipe doesn’t need garam masala, right? I can just substitute it with something else.

Aaaand I can’t. Okay, I’ll just… use chilli flakes or something

But I promised you tandoori salmon, and I want it to be as authentic as possible. I could just ask you, but you’ll just tell me to look harder.

Even though you do have a tendency not to put the spices back in the spice rack. And you love spicy food.

So, unless the spice rack fairy took off with it, it can’t be anyone else.

I make my way from the kitchen, down the corridor of our apartment, to your bedroom so I can just ask you.

I’m just outside your door and lift my fist to knock, and I stop in my tracks.

Are you…?

Oh my god, you are. Yep, you’re definitely masturbating. Okay, I’ll come back later…

I should head back to the kitchen.

Instead, find myself leaning closer to your door, listening to your moans as you touch yourself.

I should leave. Get back to making dinner. Give you some privacy.

And yet…I can’t move away.

The sounds you’re making are just…

You sound so good.

Heat rushes to my cheeks, and I feel…I don’t know… Voyeuristic?

I mean, I’m listening to you masturbate and… there’s never been anything remotely sexual between us, we’re friends, roommates… but… this… this is new. I find myself wondering what it would be like if I was on the other side of this door.

What it would be like if… I was the one… who was making you sound like that.

I don’t know if you could even think of me like that, because in so many ways, we couldn’t be more opposite.

Your idea of a good time is nudist beaches and orgasm retreats. I’m just… more private.

I don’t even really date. But I just haven’t met anyone I really like since moving here.

I do like you, and love hanging out. It’s been great living together. You bring out my outgoing side, the one I’ve not seen in a long time. Even though we’re so different, I can actually be myself around you.

Fuck…

I lean in closer, against the doorframe. God, I suddenly want to be in there so badly with you.

A wave of heat pulses between my legs, and I squeeze my thighs together. All it took was hearing you and my clit’s throbbing.

I can’t stop myself from wondering what it would be like to taste you… To feel your soft body against mine…to run my tongue over your nipples when they poke through your t-shirt.

My hands instinctively move over my body. First to caress my breasts, feeling my nipples hardening under my shirt. Down my waist…a little lower.

I slip my fingers under the waistband of my joggers, of my underwear… Lower…reaching between my legs to find my clit.

I slowly massage my clit as I listen to you touching yourself, honing in on your moans. It feels so wrong…it is wrong.

Listening to you like this…stroking my clit in the middle of our apartment. You not knowing I’m just on the other side of the door?

But at the same time, it feels…right. Sweet pleasure pools between my legs, permeating through my body.

Imagining my fingers are yours.

I relax against the doorframe, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip. Trying to keep quiet.

My hips buck against my fingers, wetness gathering between my legs as I massage my clit a little faster.

My pleasure working in tandem with yours.

Yes… Yes…

Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit!

““Hello?”

Oh my god, what am I doing!?

I scramble to right my clothes quietly, rushing to look like I wasn’t….

“Hello?”

I don’t know what to do. If I rush off now, she’ll hear me. She’ll definitely hear me and catch me with my hand down my underwear at her door.

What do I say to that? That she sounded so good, and I just couldn’t resist temptation?

I mean, that’s true, but that doesn’t look good!

Okay, think, think…

“Uh… hey! I was just getting dinner started, and I can’t find the garam masala. Have you seen it?”

“You can come in!”

I open the door, wondering what the hell I’m going to see. You’ve never been one for subtlety, and you’re definitely a free spirit and very comfortable in your own skin.

It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve seen you naked or half-dressed. Like when you’ve gotten out of the shower, or getting breakfast in the mornings.

And now, you’re right there, under your duvet, and very obviously naked underneath. You look exactly how you do when you’ve had a workout, or when you bring someone back after a night on the town.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, uh… I’m just getting dinner ready. Have you seen the garam masala? I can’t find it anywhere. ”

A puzzled look crosses your face, and my stomach flutters. That way your eyebrows knit together, and your lips purse looks so cute.

Even if this is…well, a little awkward.

“Um…no, I haven’t seen it. Why? ”

“Just, you were the last person to use it, and I know you like spicy food…I was going to make tandoori salmon tonight. To surprise you. ”

“Oh. That was nice of you.”

“It’s okay. I’ll just use something else. Okay, see you later. ”

“Hey, wait!”

I turn around, and you sit up on your knees in bed, pulling the thin bedsheet up to cover your chest,

Yep, there is no question about what you were doing. The question really is, why do you have to look so hot doing it?

Especially how your hair cascades down your shoulders and frames your face, complimenting the ‘just fucked’ flush in your cheeks.

I make a concerted effort to keep my eyes on yours, and not on the way the bedsheet drapes along your perfect, full breasts.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

Your eyes wander down my body and back up.

“Like what you see?”

Shit. Is it that obvious? Well, I am standing here, red as a tomato, and can barely string two words together in front of one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. What could possibly give me away?

“I - um…”

“I heard you, you know.”

Oh God.

“You heard me?”

“Of course I heard you! I admit it was…hot…listening to you open up like that. You’re so reserved when it comes to sex. ”

“You make me sound like a nun.”

“You are a little innocent.”

“I’m not that innocent!”

You flash me a sceptical look that, if put into words, only means one thing: Bless your heart.

I’m not that innocent. Well, in comparison to you, I am.

I love sex, and I’m definitely no stranger to masturbation. I just make sure I press my face into the pillow so you don’t hear me when I cum.

You know, just typical roommate courtesy.

“I’m not! And…I’ll prove it to you. ”

“Really? How?”

Oh god, am I really going to do this? Since when am I this bold?

Well, the cat’s out of the bag now. There’s no going back.

“Let me…uh… Let me watch. ”

A sexy smile spreads across your face, and you pull the covers back, exposing your naked body.

“Okay. Come here. ”

I cross the room and join you, getting settled on the bed, watching you spread your legs wider so I can get a clear view.

Are we doing this?

“Closer…”

I obey before I can register what I’m doing. Moving closer, so I’m only inches from your pussy.

Fuck, your pussy is beautiful. And glistening.

I look up at you from a brand new angle, taking in the sexy slope between your breasts, before you lock eyes with me… Then, you slip your fingers between your legs.

“Ohh…”

“Don’t touch yourself. I want you desperate when I get my mouth on you… ”

It’s so hot that you’re not afraid to say what you want. And how you want me.

My clit’s throbbing hard. I want to reach down and touch myself so badly…

But the idea of turning you on more by not doing…

The denial…fuck, I love it.

“I’ve thought about you too…”

“You have?”

“Yeah…I was thinking about you just now… I want to know how you taste. ”

My hips rock into the mattress as you work your fingers a little faster.

“Please…”

“Do you want this?”

“Yes…”

“How much?”

“God, so much.”

You spread your legs a little wider.

“Then come and get it.”

Holy…fuck…

I crawl up the bed closer to you…until I’m between your thighs. Fuck, I can see how wet you are.

Your pussy glistens, and I edge a little closer. I can’t believe I’m going to do this. That we’re going to do this.

“Oh my god…”

“You want it? Don’t be shy… ”

My mouth twists into a knowing grin up at you. My eyes flash with determination, showing you I’m not the wallflower you think I am.

And I lower my lips down onto your pussy.

Ohh…my God. You taste amazing.

I don’t take my eyes off you as I circle my tongue along your clit, running my tongue through your lips and gently suck.

“Greedy girl…”

I lose myself in your taste, your delicious scent, lapping at the sweetness between your legs.

As if you couldn’t become even more beautiful, you do. Your eyelids grow heavy as you tremble and squirm under my mouth, rocking your hips into my face, palming your breasts.

“I was getting so close when I heard you… You want to make me cum? ”

My fingers dig into the tops of your thighs, and I bury my face in you. Consumed with your moans and your taste.

“Ohh yes, yes…”

For the first time, well…ever, with you, my mind goes quiet. The racing thoughts, wondering how the fuck I’m ever going to tell you how I feel…they’re all gone.

In this moment, as I take one of your lips between mine and watch it spring back, all I can do is sate my hunger for you.

You buck against my lips, and I keep you there, my arms tight around your thighs. You’re close… I can feel you shaking.

I don’t want to stop until I hear you cum for me. Until I feel you.

“Yeah… oh fuck, yes, there! Don’t stop! ”

I lap up your wetness, savouring every tremble, every clench of your pussy on my tongue.

Fuck, you taste incredible.

When I look up at you, your eyes are hooded and shining.

“I want you to sit on my face. Now.”

I place a single kiss on your inner thigh before crawling up your body. Your soft skin underneath me feels so good.

I can feel how wet I am against the tops of my inner thighs, and I can’t help but rock my hips, slotting our bodies together so I can rub my swollen clit against yours.

You rock your hips up against mine, our over-sensitive clits, coated with our mixed wetness, rubbing together.

“Ohh my god…”

Your eyes are dark and daring, bearing deep into mine, watching me as I can’t stop moving.

“How does it feel?”

“Really good…”

“Finally coming out of your shell, hm?”

“Shut up…”

Your lips are soft and plump, more gentle than I imagined. Our tongues move slowly, savouring each moment of our kiss before you pull back gently and encourage me to keep moving..

I straddle your face, and without missing another moment, you grab the tops of my thighs.

When your lips meet my pussy, my mind goes blank.

Your tongue feels amazing… White-hot pleasure courses through my body as I brace my hands on the headboard.

Grinding against your face.

You flick your tongue back and forth against my clit, sucking it between your lips. Yes…oh my god…

You make every nerve in my body spring up. Hypersensitive.

Your fingers dig into my thighs, determined not to stop until you make me cum. And I want you to…

Every scrap of tension between us, of pent-up energy, building up to this…

“Does that feel good?”

“Ohh god, don’t stop… Please… ”

I grind harder against your tongue, my body taking over. All I can think of is you…you making me cum…it’s so unexpected… so good…

I grip the headboard harder…pleasure building. My thighs tense around your head and you pull my hips down harder… your mouth on me feels incredible.

I can’t hold on…I need to cum… Please…

“Cum in my mouth… Let go for me…”

My body shudders with aftershocks while you slow your pace. Your tongue slowly working over my clit, your kisses against the sensitive flesh becoming more sensual.

I’ve never cum so hard in my life. I can barely see straight.

I move off your face and collapse onto the mattress. I feel light and airy, and love the feel of your soft curves in my hands as you crawl on top of me.

“Hey..”

“Hey there.”

You brush a strand of hair from my face, gazing down at me with a soft, flushed smile.

“That was…unexpected.”

“Tell me about it.Not so innocent now, hm? ”

“I guess not.”