More Than Okay

Oh my gosh roomie, I can’t believe I got fired from my job today! How am I gonna pay rent this month?

Hey, don’t worry about it! I can cover your half of the rent for the month.

Oh my gosh, you would do that for me? You are so crazy amazing!

Well, I would need something in return… You know, to help me cover the loss…

Oh! What did you have in mind?

The video hard-cuts to the two girls fully naked, sloppily making out and rubbing each other’s pussies. I always find the transition a little jarring, but hey, I’m not watching this for the stellar editing. It’s probably better that the scene shifts away as quickly as possible from the stiff, clunky acting anyway. With a small sigh, I rolled my panties down past my knees and rubbed tentatively above my clit, watching the familiar scene unfold. A sudden loud noise emanates from the kitchen and I stop abruptly,, straining to listen with my un-headphoned ear for any sign of my roommate approaching as I pull the blanket up to fully cover my lower body. Normally, I could be a lot more free with my masturbation sessions, since they were usually timed around my roommate’s work schedule. However, since lockdown started, we’ve both been working online and have barely left the house. This lack of privacy and sudden absence of routine pleasure has left me very sexually frustrated. Luckily, Gemma seemed preoccupied in the kitchen making some recipe she found online, so I thought it would be the perfect time to try to squeeze in an orgasm.

The video was getting good now, the redheaded girl plunging her fingers roughly in and out of the brunette’s pussy as she screamed and moaned, her tits swinging wildly beneath her. I was getting close too, my fingers rubbing faster and faster circles over my slick clit as I felt my breathing quicken, my muscles tense up, just about to-

Suddenly, I hear the unmistakable sound of Gemma bounding down the hallway to my room. She was never very good about remembering to knock before she was stuck inside, but now her boredom and unfulfilled extroversion made her much worse. I knew I only had seconds to react, so I hurriedly yanked my panties back on and shoved my laptop off my knees and onto the bed next to me with the screen facing the wall. My door flew open, and Gemma was standing in its place. She was holding two mugs, had a huge grin on her face, and was wearing criminally short pajama shorts and a thin tank top that did absolutely nothing to hide her nipples poking through the fabric. My already swollen clit gave a painful throb.

“Hey! Sorry to barge in, but I just made this whipped coffee thing and it is so goddamn good,” she rambled, flouncing over to sit on the edge of the bed and placing one of the mugs on my nightstand, pausing only to take a sip from the other mug. I smiled weakly, hoping she wouldn’t notice my flushed face or the moaning and panting that was still playing in my ear, but luckily she seemed oblivious. She brushed a few stray scarlet curls from her face as she went on about the recipe and how she made it and how she made it wrong the first time and how we should really get a new whisk because the handle is falling off of ours. Although sometimes her constant barrage of chatter grated on my nerves, I was currently grateful for the distraction as I tried to discreetly close the window playing what now seemed like the loudest porn in existence. I was trying not to move the laptop, but the angle I had pushed it to made it impossible to see the screen, so I decided to try to slowly close the whole thing.

“And I was gonna make that salmon bake thing that I texted you about for dinner tonight, but then I realized we don’t have any salmon, so my plans are shot for the evening. Ugh, I’m so bored!” She put her now-empty mug down and let herself fall back onto my legs, her head inches away from my half-closed laptop. Before my brain even had time to panic, she was talking again.

“Hey, what were you thinking of doing tonight? We should do something together!” Her eyes caught the movement of my hand and snapped to my laptop. “Oooh, are you watching a movie? What are you watching? We should watch together!” With the speed of a cheetah going in for the kill, she swooped the laptop out from under my hand and pushed the screen back, turning onto her stomach so she could see it right-side up. The few seconds of deafening silence that came as she registered what was on the screen felt like a few hours. My eyes widened in terror as her big blue eyes widened in surprise at the scene playing out on the laptop. The redhead, now fitted with a lengthy pink strapon, was fucking the brunette passionately in doggystyle, fondling her tits as they slapped together to the rhythm of the redhead’s thrusts. Gemma couldn’t hear the chorus of moans and expletives streaming through my ear, but I didn’t think that really made it better. I sat frozen as I watched her take in the video, feeling the heat of my cheeks flushing bright red. She had a funny look on her face, but luckily she didn’t seem disgusted or offended. She shook herself out of her stupor and quickly stood up from the bed, an almost knowing smile creeping over lips.

“Oh! I- well I guess- uh…” In all the time that I’ve known Gemma, I’ve never seen her tongue tied. She closed her eyes and shook her head with an embarrassed grin, collecting her thoughts. “I’ll just let you get back to it then!” She spun around and darted into the hall before I could get a word of explanation out. My head fell into my hands, and my cheeks burned against my trembling fingers. Guess it was time to start looking for a new roommate.

I had no idea what to do, so I just sat on the bed like an idiot, staring dumbly at the now paused porn. It wasn’t the fact that my roommate had caught me watching porn that was so awful (Gemma had forgotten to connect her bluetooth headphones to her laptop a few times, so I knew the feeling), but it was the fact that I was watching that video that made me want to throw myself off the roof. The reason I kept coming back to that specific video was because it reminded me so much of Gemma and me. The brunette was (albeit much more glamorous), a pretty good match for my own long brown hair and curvy figure. The other one had the same fiery red hair as Gemma, but it wasn’t quite as wild, and her boobs were a little smaller, and she had brown eyes, not those gorgeous, stormy blue ones…

I smacked myself in the head, trying in vain to purge any thoughts of Gemma from it. I made a promise to myself that I would never get involved with a roommate after a couple of people I had roomed with in college had gotten together, ending in a bitter breakup that took its toll on the whole house. I had never thought it would be a problem until Gemma. I hadn’t even known I was bisexual until I met her, until we had been living together for a few weeks and I couldn’t stop thinking about the way she laughed or the way her fiery curls would brush her shoulders, until the nights I listened to her going at it with girls through those thin, thin walls. Gemma had done a lot of things to me, but I knew I still couldn’t break my sacred roommate pact, not when this killer apartment we had gotten for a miraculous deal was at stake. I hadn’t had any problems until recently, since lockdown meant we were always stuck at home together, bored out of our minds and sexually frustrated out of our pants. Combined with my lack of alone time and Gemma’s increased wearing of lounge wear– which seemed to be getting skimpier as the days wore on, but maybe that was just what my depraved mind thought– I was having an extremely rough time.

I was still staring at the frozen figures on the screen, trying to calculate just how badly I had fucked up. Maybe she hadn’t seen the actresses clearly enough to make the connection? But the actress’ ginger locks filled up nearly a quarter of the video, and the rest was taken up by the other girl’s long brown waves that spilled over her curves and her large pear-shaped ass. Gemma may have been surprised, but it wouldn’t take a brain surgeon to notice the similarities between us and them. At least she hadn’t known they were supposed to be roommates? In response to that glimmer of hope, my eyes found the big bold title displayed prominently under the video, the words effectively crushing that glimmer into dust: “HOT REDHEAD fucks her BUSTY ROOMMATE for the rent.” I shut the laptop in frustration, letting myself fall back onto my pillows with a mortified groan.

My stomach was grumbling, but there was no way in hell I was gonna leave this room to get some food and potentially face Gemma. She’d been unnervingly quiet since the incident, probably breaking her own personal record for most time spent in the apartment without causing some kind of disturbance. I was pretty sure she was in her room, but I’d have to pass by it to get to the kitchen, so that was out of the question. As I was trying to figure out how difficult it would be to climb down the fire escape to pick up some takeout (and hey, if I fell to my death, at least I’d free myself from this horrible situation), I heard a soft knocking at my door, a sound I don’t think I’ve ever heard come from Gemma.

“Hey Eve,” Gemma said through the door. She spoke with the air of someone trying not to anger a deranged mental patient. “I just have run out to pick some stuff up real quick, I’ll be back soon!” I squeaked out a sound that in no way resembled a human word in reply, and I heard the jangle of her keys, the clack of her boots on the hardwood, the swish of her ginger hair (ok, sane people definitely cannot hear hair) fade to nothing at the thunk of the front door closing behind her. I released a breath I hadn’t known I was holding with a resounding huff. Ok, so we were just ignoring the situation entirely. Absolutely fine by me. I felt fairly confident I could manage that… At least, if I didn’t look her in the eye… or speak to her at all… or be in the same room as her. I shook the thoughts from my head as my stomach gave another insistent rumble. There would be time to work out the logistics of my new hermit lifestyle later, but now was the time to take advantage of the empty apartment and brave the kitchen without fear! My eyes drifted over to the laptop still sitting on my bed. Or I could finish what I started…

I shot up from the bed as I realized what I was thinking. My mind was still muddy from the build-up and lack of release, as well as the adrenaline from the whole incident, but that’s what got me into this whole mess in the first place! Couldn’t I go five goddamn minutes without being horny?

“Christ, what am I, a dude?” I muttered to myself as I stalked out of my room, slamming the door behind me.

I was settling back into my room when I heard the front door open. Either a murderer had broken in or Gemma was home, and I couldn’t decide which one would be worse. Luckily, I had taken the time to prepare myself for the latter. I had foraged a hoard of snacks that could sustain me through the winter, which was now piled on my desk, and I had grabbed some books and a deck of cards from the living room so my boredom wouldn’t tempt me to leave my safe, cozy nest. I was all ready to hunker down for as long as I possibly-

I heard a quick knock at my door, which caused me to accidentally topple a tower of Rice Krispy treats on my desk to the floor in my panic.

“Can I come in for a sec?” Gemma asked tentatively.

“Sorry, the previous occupant of this room has crumbled into dust, there’s no one here.” Despite my very convincing argument, she pushed open the door and slid into the room. Guess she still hadn’t learned her lesson. Her eyes widened in genuine surprise as they swept over my rations, and she cracked a toothy smile when they landed on me.

“Getting ready for the apocalypse?”

“Actually, it already happened,” I murmured, avoiding eye contact. With a sigh, she flopped onto the bed behind my chair. When I didn’t turn around, she grabbed the back of the chair and spun me around, locking her hands on the armrests to effectively trap me in front of her. I finally met her gaze and squirmed under the intensity of her stormcloud-blue eyes. Thankfully, she was no longer wearing that godforsaken tank top, but was now wearing one of my oversized hoodies, which wasn’t much better. I could feel my face tinging pink, the few inches between our bodies crackling with electricity. Maybe she could hear the screeching pterodactyl noises that were happening in my brain, because she sat back on the bed quickly, pushing back on the arms of my chair so I bumped lightly against the desk, and the moment passed.

“Come on Evie, it’s ok!” Gemma said. “You’re making a bigger deal out of this than it needs to be. It’s just porn, everybody watches it.”

“Then why did you flee the room like a bat out of hell?” I asked, even though I knew the answer. Everybody doesn’t watch videos featuring actresses on the creepy side of similar to their roommates fucking their doppelgangers, and they sure as hell don’t show their roommates if they do.

“I was just… surprised,” she conceded, twirling two of her wild curls together. “And maybe I was a little self conscious. My ass is definitely not that nice.” I sat bolt upright as a shockwave ran through my body, my heart beating with the pace of a chihuahua on crack. Guess there was no doubt about whether or not she had noticed it anymore. She chuckled as my head fell into my hands.

“I’m just messing with you, Evie, you make it too easy,” she giggled, running a hand through her hair with an easy smile that made my heart beat even goddamn faster.

“Look Gem, I know what you saw, but I promise it’s not what it looks like-” The words fell out of my mouth like an avalanche, only to be abruptly stopped by Gemma lightly touching my knee.

“Eve,” she said firmly, and I could feel her gaze burning against the fingers covering my eyes. “I told you it’s ok! It might even be… more than ok.” I peeked at her through the gaps between my fingers. She was nervously chewing on her lip and twisting her hair into even more fervent knots, her brow furrowed like she was debating something. My stomach dropped. Was she gonna ask me to move out? But what did she mean by more than ok?

“Look, I know you have that big rule about not dating roommates-”

“You know about that?” I squeaked, letting my hands fall into my lap.

“Yea, you’ve mentioned it a few times when you’ve gotten drunk.”

I could feel my cheeks boiling hot enough to fry eggs. It just didn’t stop, did it?

“But I thought that maybe we could just… have a little fun. Together.” My stomach rocketed back up, overshooting and landing somewhere in my throat. Was she really asking what I thought she was?

“I mean, not like a date or anything,” she added quickly, shaking her head in a violent wave of flaming curls. “Cus’ of, you know, the rule. I just thought that since we’re both single, and we can’t really go anywhere, and, you know, the video…” she trailed off, waving her hands around at the concept of the proposition. Her hands found a few strands of hair again and she waited, quietly watching me. My mind was going haywire. The sane, logical side of my brain was screaming at me to say no, it’s not a good idea, it’ll just get too messy. The other side of my brain, however, the one that wouldn’t stop thinking about the way Gemma’s fingers were twisting around her hair, was beating the logical side into a corner with a baseball bat. Gemma’s stormy eyes were slowly starting to widen, and I realized I had gone way too long without saying anything.

“Oh! Uh, I’m- I think, uh… that sounds…” I managed to stammer out, trying to make my melting brain form a coherent thought. Gemma’s face pinkened slightly as her eyes reached maximum wideness.

“Forget it, I’m sorry. This was a dumb idea, especially after I barged in on you like that earlier, sorry again. I’m just gonna go…” she mumbled hurriedly, standing up to leave. My hand instinctively shot out to grab her arm as she turned.

“No! I mean, it’s ok, just stay,” I said quickly, meeting her eyes as she looked back at me. I released her arm and she sat back down on the bed, a little further on the edge this time, our knees so close now that they were almost touching. Even the logical side of my brain, now bruised and bloodied, couldn’t seem to argue against the idea anymore.

“I’m sorry, I’m acting like an idiot. I mean, it doesn’t seem like a bad idea…” She perked up at the words, and my heart did a funny little jitter. “Just because we’ve been stuck inside for so long, and since it’s been a while since either of us have had any… you know…” I trailed off, but she nodded sagely, like she was agreeing with some profound wisdom I had just spouted.

“But I mean, are you not mad about the… the video?” I asked sheepishly. A secretive little grin spread across her lips and she leaned forward slightly, bumping our knees together.

“Not at all, Evie,” she whispered, and I found myself leaning into her as well, straining to hear every word. “In fact, I think I liked it. It was very… inspiring.” We both looked down at the same time. My hand was resting on her thigh. How did that get there? I looked up, our eyes met, and our lips crashed together.

Oh my god. Oh my god oh my god oh my god. My mind was floating somewhere above our apartment building, so my body was working on instinct and lust alone. I was half out of the office chair now, driven by the taste of Gemma and the pull of her hands on my t-shirt. All of the built-up tension and frustration and want of the past few weeks was bleeding into the kiss, keeping it fast and rough and urgent. I reached up to rest my hands on her cheeks, which accidentally threw off my balance and sent me tumbling onto the bed next to her. In the time it took me to roll over so I was facing her, she had deftly stripped off her hoodie and was now throwing it to the floor on the other side of the bed. Underneath, she was still wearing the famous tank top, still tight and still braless and still pussy-drenchingly sexy. I must have been staring, because she made a big show of peeling the top off of her body, briefly stopping the fabric under her boobs so they bounced back down when she kept pulling.

I had the briefest inclination to avert my eyes like I usually did when she changed in front of me, but I reminded myself not to think of her as my roommate right now. This was all for me, for my eyes, so I might as well enjoy it while I could. The intoxicating lust I was drowning in made that fairly easy, and I adjusted myself so I was laying correctly in the bed against the pillows, giving myself a better view. She did a little wiggle that shook her perfect boobs back and forth, and my eyes followed the small, soft pink nipples like I was hypnotized. With a tiny giggle, she threw the tank top at my head and flopped down on the bed next to me. I wrestled the tangle of warm fabric from my face with urgency and threw it to the side, cringing when it nearly knocked over my lamp. Our bodies were pressed together, our faces inches apart, and there was a brief pause where we just looked into each other’s eyes. I knew I had to stop staring at her, because it was making me feel things that shouldn’t be felt by someone having casual, meaningless, friends-with-benefits fun with their roommate, but I just couldn’t stop.

Thankfully, she made the decision for me, leaning her head forward and getting back to kissing me. This time around was a lot slower and softer, like the urgency of the initial sexual tension and awkwardness was out of the way and we could just enjoy each other. Her tongue explored my mouth, and her hand stroked the side of my face and my hair. I felt her other hand reach up under my shirt to cup my boob, gently kneading it as a few of her fingers found my slowly hardening nipple and tugged. My mind bluescreened. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening, that I was really making out with Gemma like I had fantasized about so many times before. And all it had taken to make that fantasy a reality was to throw my dignity into a woodchipper! Who could have guessed?

“God, I’m so glad this is finally happening,” she breathed softly against the crook of my neck, making me shudder.

“You mean you were waiting for this to happen too?” I attempted, but the question was cut off by the moan that escaped my lips as she began planting gentle little kisses up my neck.

“Of course. I thought that was obvious from the increasing lack of fabric in my clothing.”

“Oh my god, that was on purpose?” I watched the curls at the top of her head bobble as she giggled.

“Yea, but you certainly weren’t taking the hint. I figured I was just gonna have to start walking around the apartment naked.” I shivered at the thought and instinctively combed my fingers through a few locks of her hair, gently tilting her head up to look at mine.

“Well, it’s a good thing you didn’t get to that point, because I think you would’ve had to scrape me off the walls.” This time, I cut off her cute little giggle with my mouth, her small gasp against my lips a bandaid over the bullet holes that my pride had taken today. She maneuvered on top of me, lifting herself onto her elbows so her shimmering copper hair tented around our faces, shielding us from the rest of the world. I could feel the pressure of her breasts resting on my chest, the curve of her legs pressing into my own, but all I could see, all I could think about was her face. Her face, wreathed in the golden rays of her hair, beaming down at me like the sun. It was slightly blurry from its nearness, but I could still map out every detail. The slightly lopsided tilt of her pillowy lips, the blush creeping from the apples of her cheeks to her nose, the way the tip of her right eyebrow pointed directly to the mole on her temple. I had never had the chance or the nerve to look at her this closely, and as much as I wanted to lazily drink in her features, to savor each bit of detail my eyes roved over, I found myself studying her with a fervent hunger, like her shining golden rays were about to blind me at any second. She pulled her face up ever so slightly, bringing it back into focus.

“Are you ok?” She asked, scrunching up her pinkening nose in the sweetest way. “I know this is all really sudden. Am I going too fast? Let me know if I am. I think I tend to start a little too quickly. At least, that’s what Serena said when we-” I hurriedly muffled her words with my lips again, and the words trailed off in my mouth as she fell back into rhythm with me. The absolute last thing I needed to hear about was all the other girls she’s fucked.

Why does it matter? A small, bitter voice whispered in the back of my head. It’s not like you two are dating. It’s just casual sex, a way to fulfill a need. It doesn’t mean anything. I kissed harder, as if that would stop the voice and the way its words were bouncing around my skull. It was my rule that set that boundary anyway, so why was I complaining? But what if there was no rule, never had been? What would this be?

The voice and any answers it may have provided was thankfully drowned out by a humming, lilting giggle that spilled out of Gemma’s mouth and into mine. I felt a little bad that I kept cutting her off with kisses, but I had to admit that the technique worked wonders. Her tongue was dancing around and in and out of my mouth, and she was starting to slowly grind her hips against mine. I suddenly realized that there was an unacceptable amount of clothing between us, so I awkwardly attempted to shimmy my shirt off while still underneath her, breaking our kiss as it passed over my head. She sat up slightly and helped it come off the rest of the way, then sat back even further to stare at my exposed breasts (why bother to wear a bra when you’re stuck at home?). While definitely not as perky and round as Gemma’s, I knew they made up for it a little with their size. She studied them with a slightly hungry expression that made me blush.

“God, not to be super forward or anything, but your tits are so hot,” she said in a slightly rough voice. Before I could even respond with some comment about how it was a little late for modesty, she suddenly leaned down and licked a line from the top of my stomach in between my boobs, grabbing each one in her soft hands. A shockwave ran through my body and a gasping moan escaped my lips. She squeezed and massaged the right one while pulling the other up to her mouth, licking long strokes around the nipple until it stiffened to a hard peak, which she promptly sucked in between those soft, luscious lips. I was basically incoherent at this point, grasping at the sheets as I groaned and gasped, involuntarily rocking my chest up and down with the rhythm of her squeezes and sucks. I could feel my dripping pussy soaking through my panties as she released the nipple from her mouth with a wet pop, quickly starting the same routine on the left one. I never usually got this turned on when my boobs were played with (though I admit that they’ve probably never been so skillfully attended to), but the buildup of all of the frustration and horniness since we’d been stuck inside had made me incredibly sensitive, both physically and emotionally. I reached my hand down between our bodies and under my panties, running a few fingers through my slick juices. Gemma met my half-lidded eyes with a sly grin and playfully grazed her teeth up my nipple, causing me to jerk. I swirled around a few times between my own folds, and realizing how close our hips were, brought my hand out again. This time, my fingers dove beneath the waistband of her soft cotton shorts, and I groaned at the realization that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. My fingers stroked gently around the folds of her pussy, which was nearly as wet as my own, eliciting a purring moan from her that vibrated against my chest. Bolstered by her reaction, I found her clit and rubbed a little harder, a little faster.

“Fuck, Evie,” she whispered breathlessly, slowly grinding against my fingers, pressing her hands into my chest to hold herself up. The sound of my name in her mouth, rough and low and dripping with lust, was intoxicating. I knew I should take it slow, build it up and draw it out, but I didn’t think I could handle it, and I didn’t think Gemma could either. I dipped into her dripping hole every now and then to slick my fingers, but for the most part I was focused entirely on her clit, tracing circles and rubbing and pinching it between my fingers. She was loud, which I had kind of expected from her, moaning and yelling near-incoherent strings of exclamations and expletives. I was going faster and harder and rougher. I couldn’t stop myself when her body was responding so intensely to my touch. She was bucking harder and harder, digging her nails into my chest, and I could feel her muscles begin to tense up, her cries of ecstasy getting louder and more jumbled. I brought my knees up so her back could rest against my legs, and redoubled my efforts, my arm screaming in pain. I had forgone all of the fancy movements and gestures and was just rubbing furious circles around her clit, feeling how close she was to the edge.

As her noises were reaching a crescendo, I felt her stiffen up, and the sounds faltered into near silence, punctuated by a few stilted grunts. Her mouth was open and her face was contorted with painful pleasure. Suddenly, everything released, and with a strangled yell she fell forward onto my chest. Her panting breaths were hot against my skin, and I could feel her pussy throbbing above my cum-drenched fingers. I quickly softened my pace to light, gentle strokes, each one causing her to jerk and shudder, before removing my painfully cramped hand from between our bodies. My fingers were slick and glistening, and I took a second to admire them. Gemma looked up, her chin still resting between my breasts, and wordlessly opened her mouth, a mischievous glint in her eyes. I hesitated for the briefest moment before sticking my fingers in her open mouth, and she suctioned her lips around them. The sight of her heavy-lidded eyes watching me as she sucked my fingers clean, running her tongue up and down and around them, was almost enough to push me over the edge. She released them with a wet smack, and a thin trail of drool fell from her tongue to my chest as I pulled my hand away.

“Christ, you’re so fucking sexy,” I said hoarsely, my eyes locked on her dripping tongue, which was now sloppily licking her lips. I thought about how many times those exact words had crossed my mind since we’d met and how good it felt to finally say them out loud.

“I could say the same to you,” she purred, running a finger through the pool of spit between my breasts, then using it to trace lazy circles around my diamond-hard nipple. “I can’t believe you’ve never screwed a girl before, you’re a complete natural.” My cheeks burned. How did she even know that? I didn’t wanna ask, because I figured it was probably another drunken confession, and I couldn’t bear to know if I was right. It was true, of course. I had only realized I was into girls when I met Gemma, and a couple months later we went into lockdown. I had made out with a few girls from Tinder in those in-between months to sort of test out my new-found sexuality, but I never made it past that. I think I just couldn’t see it through because every time I was with a girl, I was thinking of Gemma. Pathetic, I know, but I thought I would have a lot more time to figure my shit out. I sure didn’t expect to be imprisoned with her 24/7. I mumbled a small thanks.

“My only complaint,” she said airily, pushing herself off of me, “is that you didn’t leave me a lot of room to participate.” She crawled down the bed and pulled my sweatpants down by the waist, taking my panties with them. I lifted my legs slightly to help her get them off and she threw them onto the steadily-growing pile of discarded clothes. She quickly shimmied out of her shorts and threw them on top, splayed out well enough that I could see the wet stain in the center of the crotch. She gently pushed my legs apart, swinging her leg over so she was kneeling in front of my spread-open pussy. The sudden cool air on my wet folds combined with how exposed I felt caused me to squirm. Gemma clamped her hands down firmly on my thighs, keeping them in place. She bent her head down and softly kissed the inside of my thigh, and I whimpered. I could feel the tips of her curls tickling my legs and stomach and pussy as she alternated kisses between each of my legs. I was shaking and fidgeting and wanted to scream with the anticipation of where those lips would end up. She stopped her mouth just above my throbbing clit and looked up at me.

“I want you to be comfortable, Eve,” she said softly, and I could feel the warmth of her breath on my slit. “So stop me if it’s too much or you need a break or something, okay? We’ll go at your pace.” I would’ve appreciated the sweetness of her words if I hadn’t been so crazed with arousal. I needed her mouth between my legs as soon as possible or I was gonna explode. I managed a jerky nod and a strangled grunt of understanding before involuntarily bucking my hips towards her mouth, desperate for any sensation. She smiled deviously and finally gave in, but not as quickly as I would have liked. Her lips parted slightly and a stream of spit fell into my already soaked folds. I was so sensitive that even that slight sensation caused me to shiver. She was driving me crazy and she knew it.

I was trying to make my mouth work well enough to beg her to give me something when her tongue parted the lips of my pussy and drew a long, slow orbit up and around my clit and then back down around my opening, occasionally flicking across one of them with small, careful strokes. I whined with pleasure, and some rational part of my brain was mortified by the way I was acting, but my overwhelming horniness drowned it all out. My hips jerked and squirmed with sensitivity, but Gemma deftly followed all the little movements, never breaking contact. She was now alternating between fucking her tongue into my hole and using it to expertly trace little circles and squiggles around my aching clit. I felt her moan into me and I looked down, my eyelids heavy with pleasure. One of her hands was pressed at the base of my stomach, applying a gentle pressure that heightened every sensation. The other was between her own legs, rubbing fast and rough against her slick pussy. The sight was more than I could bear, and with a loud groan, I tangled one of my hands into her copper curls, pressing her face deeper into my needy entrance, trying to communicate how fucking much I needed her to make me come. The other hand desperately groped my boob, plucking wildly at my sensitive nipple. Her pleased giggle hummed into me, which only made me crazier. Luckily, she seemed to get the message, because the hand that was still slick with her juices came up to my pussy, and she teased a finger into my slit. Another one followed, and then a third, and then she was thrusting them roughly in and out, bending them slightly as they went in. Her tongue was flicking quickly over my clit, each lick sending a shockwave of pleasure through my body. I was breathing in wild, desperate pants, guttural moans ripping through my body as I felt my orgasm building with each thrust and lick. My hips were bucking wildly now, but she kept me pinned down with the hand above my mound.

“Please,” I panted hoarsely between moans. “You’re gonna make me cum, Gem. Please make me cum, I need to cum so fucking bad.” She moaned in agreement and slammed her fingers into me with renewed vigor. My pleas dissolved into screams of pleasure as she suctioned her soft lips around my clit, sucking and grazing her teeth gently against it. She quickly pushed me over the edge and my back arched, every muscle tensing as I rode wave after wave of unimaginable pleasure. Her pace was as ruthless as ever and my body screamed with the overstimulation. It was the longest, most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. My strangled yells began to die down as she finally slowed her fingers and released my clit.

She drew her fingers out of my pussy slowly, pulling a whimper from my lips when they popped out. She began to lick them clean, but I managed an indignant noise that drew her attention. Inspired by how damn sexy she had been when she asked, I opened my mouth expectantly. Her eyebrows shot up with excited surprise, and she leaned over to stick her fingers in my mouth. I had never tasted a girl’s cum before, let alone my own, but that mind-blowing orgasm had driven everything but primal lust out of mind, so I had no reservations. I eagerly sucked on her fingers, trying to mimic what she had done with her tongue. It tasted tangy, but it wasn’t unpleasant. I watched her, and she was watching me with an expression like hunger and longing, biting her lip absently. With a contented sigh, I let her fingers go and closed my eyes, exhausted and quivering. I felt her flop down next to me, draping an arm and leg over me as she settled her head into the crook of my neck.

“You’re really good at that,” I managed weakly, bringing my hand up from under her to softly comb my fingers through her tangled curls. She moved her head up slightly into my touch.

“I know, it’s a gift,” she sighed, absentmindedly massaging my breast in slow circles. Even though I was still coming down from that incredible orgasm, I could feel my body responding to her touch. My nipples were stiffening again and my hips squirmed ever so slightly against her legs. I couldn’t believe how aroused Gemma got me, and so easily too.

“We should’ve done this a long time ago,” she murmured. I lifted my heavy eyelids and saw her big blue eyes watching me.

“Yea,” I answered distractedly, because now I was thinking about what would’ve happened if we had. We probably would’ve been a lot less sexually frustrated these past few weeks, that’s for sure. Would we still be hooking up at this point, though? Gemma seemed to be a bit of a player as far as I could tell. I don’t think I remember seeing her go back to her room with the same girl twice. Actually, I know she’d been with Serena several times, but that seemed to be more of a fuck-buddy situation. I hadn’t seen her in a while, though, even before the lockdown hit. I wanted to ask what had happened to her, but now was definitely not the time. If this was gonna be the last time we fucked, I needed to make it worth my while.

With the hand that wasn’t still petting her head, I gently stroked Gemma’s cheek and pulled her face up until our lips met. The kiss was slow and luxurious. She sighed softly into my mouth and pressed her body closer to mine. As it went on, though, I could feel her breathing getting shallower, and the hand groping my tit became more desperate. The kiss became faster and rougher, and she started grinding her pussy against my leg. The feeling of her slick folds gliding up and down my thigh turned me on like crazy. I grabbed her hips and positioned them better on my leg, a small gasp of surprise escaping her lips as they broke apart from mine. She found my mouth again immediately and started to grind even faster, roughly grabbing my boobs to support herself. One of my hands found my clit and rubbed furiously, while the other held Gemma’s cheek, keeping our lips interlocked. Gemma was just starting to moan loudly when she suddenly stopped moving. She sat up abruptly with a small “Oh!” I was so startled that I stopped everything as well, watching in bewilderment as she clambered off of me and then off the bed.

“I’ll be right back!” she said, walking out of the room and mumbling about forgetting something. I was still just sitting there, dumbfounded. Had I done something wrong? I heard a faint shuffling coming from her room. Maybe she had gotten bored. I certainly hadn’t been, but Gemma was the kind of person that always needed something exciting happening. I rolled over and opened up my nightstand drawer, rifling through all the junk. I could spice things up if she needed me to. I sure as hell wasn’t ready to end our night together, especially if it was in danger of being our only one. I found what I was looking for– a smallish, bullet-shaped vibrator– and I flicked it on. Nothing happened.

“Damn it!” I muttered, frantically searching through the drawer for some batteries. “Dead? Now? Really?” I was so focused on my search that I didn’t even hear Gemma come back into the room. A low whistle filled my ears and I jumped.

“Nice view,” she purred, and I was suddenly very aware of how exposed I was, with my knees on the bed and my ass in the air, legs spread apart slightly. I blushed and turned my head to look at her. My blush deepened and my eyes widened. Gemma was leaning casually against the doorframe, nonchalantly displaying an exciting (and terrifying) new addition to her gorgeous body: a massive, bright pink strap-on. I turned around fully so I could get a better look. She grinned and gave her hips a little shake, wiggling the dildo back and forth.

“So…” she said, taking a few steps toward me. “What do you think?” I could hardly believe what I was seeing. It looked suspiciously like… but no, it couldn’t be…

“Did you… Is that the one from the video?” I stammered, mesmerized by the thick pink snake swaying gently in front of me. Gemma’s grin got bigger.

“I’m pretty sure. If not, it’s the closest one I could find at that sex shop a few blocks away.” She batted it to the side so it swung back and forth and gave a short chuckle. “I have to say, it’s pretty cool. It’s got a smaller one that goes in me, and a little thing that hits my clit when I thrust.” She paused, and I woke up from my trance enough to meet her eyes, which now looked slightly worried.

“Is this… ok?” She asked, her voice more serious than before. “If you’re not comfortable with this I can put it away, I totally understand.” The throbbing in my pussy answered that question very firmly in my mind, so I gave her a vigorous nod, my eyes drifting back down to follow the head. Her face relaxed into an easy smile again, and she took another step closer. I reached out impulsively and grabbed the dick, getting a feel for its shape. I’d used a dildo before of course, but never with a person attached to the other end. The slippery silicone was firm and smooth, and I instantly felt my pussy flood with moisture as I imagined how it was gonna feel inside me. Without thinking, I spit on it and started jerking it off to coat the length with my spit, which elicited a small groan from Gemma.