Roommate - Sex Stories

Roommate

... you're too foggy and lightheaded to care. You're going to ride this for as long as you can.

The phrase gives you an idea. You scramble to get into your nightside table, where you have a dildo wrapped in its satiny bag. It has a suction cup on the end, but you've never actually tried it. Today is the day.

You stumble into the bathroom but leave the overhead lights off. Our small window overlooks the lit courtyard and in the dim glow, you can just barely make out your reflection in the mirror above the sink. Your hair is wild, and your tank top has twisted to one side, a pert, dark nipple peeking out.

You survey your options and decide to stick the dildo to the inside wall of the tub. It takes a few seconds to get a good seal, seconds that feel like days as your breath quickens again. You still have one hand in your panties, teasing and toying, though you're not in danger of losing interest.

Once the silicone is secured to the wall, you quickly strip and turn on the water. When you moved in, you replaced the showerhead with a detachable, handheld style, which you're absurdly grateful for today. You drop to your knees, one hand helping to support your weight, the other aiming the hot water between your legs. Oh, why haven't you done this before? You take a moment to enjoy the spray, before backing yourself onto the dildo.

The penetration plus the external stimulation sparks something in you that you would have been embarrassed to share with another person. It’s ...

... primal. You've never experienced this side of yourself. You feel hungry, desperate. You shove your ass towards the wall, pressing the dildo as deep into your pussy as it will go.

You try to find a rhythm, but your movements get more and more frenzied. You're riding this thing hard, slamming yourself back and shaking as the toy stretches you.

A sound makes you realize that it was a second knock. You hadn’t immediately registered the first rapping at the door. You're so far gone, too distracted, too lost.

“You in there? I heard a weird noise. You ok?”

The hand supporting you slips, and you drop the showerhead before barely catching yourself.

“I- yeah, shit, hang on,” you scream. You frantically try to right yourself, and in the process, you bang your elbow against the side of the tub. The echo is embarrassingly loud, and you realize you didn’t turn the fan on. I would have been able to hear everything. God, had he heard me ramming myself against the wall?

“What was that?”

“Nothing, I’m fine! Give me a second.”

You scramble into an upright position, replace the showerhead on the wall, and try to catch your breath. You turn the water off and the silence feels heavy.

“Okay,” he says, uncertainly. “Uh, you good?”

You weigh your next words for a split second before deciding to commit. You don’t know who you are today: someone you've never been before.

“Actually, could you… help me with something?”

“Sure.” I sound like I'm still half asleep.

“Can ...