[FF] When you accidentally fuck your roommate? Part II

Sorry it’s been so long since I last posted! With finals, the holidays, and general life it’s been so busy. I’ve read all of your messages and I love hearing your thoughts on my time with Stephanie. As promised, here’s part two. And I got this question a lot — I’m I won’t say where I’m from exactly, but I’m Canadian. Yes, I speak French. No, I’m not Quebecoise. :)

After we fucked the first time it was, like I said, surprisingly not awkward. We got buried in school again and didn’t hang out together until after finals. We finished exams around the same time and both had a couple days of chilling before we left the city, we planned our flights home for the same day so we could share an Uber to the airport.

But before we get to the fun part, here’s some context.

Stephanie and I weren’t close friends before we started living together, but we ran in the same circles. Her last fuck buddy lived next to me in residence during first year, so we still grab lunch together sometimes. He would tell me things about the girl he was seeing and how he guessed that she must have watched a lot of porn growing up (lol) because when they fucked she would have insane dirty talk. Like “fuck me harder, I want your big cock in my tight pink pussy” — to be honest it’s really funny to type here, but that’s the kind of shit I find SO hot. I love it when guys pull my hair as he’s hitting me from behind, telling me he loves how his cock loves my pussy. You know what I mean… So after I started living with Stephanie I put two and two together when I saw them hanging out, and realized she was this dirty-talk loving fuck buddy. After we hooked up, I wondered if she would ever talk like that to me. I think she was probably too shy the first time.

Anyways, so at the end of exams a bunch of people were having parties. We went to an ABC (anything-but-clothes, basically you have to wear… anything but clothes, pretty intuitive) party a couple of blocks over. I put on my black lace corset with matching lace panties just in case I went home with anyone. I mean hey, I just wrote five exams. But really, I was hoping that Stephanie and I would get to fuck one more time. I wasn’t going to be around the next semester, so I really needed to get her out of my head. My anything-but-clothes was just a small bedsheet I tried to fashion into a toga but it was a little short and more slutty than I usually look.

Stephanie had some leftover caution tape from Halloween and I helped her wrap it around her like a bodycon dress. So I knew she was wearing a white bra with cute pink panties, the kind with a bow on the front.

We headed out together. At the party, people were wild. Dancing on furniture, chugging, just your classic stressed-out university students celebrating the end of finals. I lost Stephanie almost immediately because she bumped into a friend of hers that I didn’t really like, so I went to find my own people. I found a guy there from one of my classes, Matt, that I was talking to all semester. We danced for a while and just started chatting, which involved making out a bit on the arm of a couch. As we were kissing, I felt a hand on my shoulder and I broke free to see Stephanie standing there.

“What’s up?” I began to say, but before I could get the second word out she leaned in and kissed me. I saw Matt’s eyes go wide and I was a little shocked myself. I didn’t really care that we were at a party but did not expect her to do that in front of so many people (but looking back, I don’t think many people noticed).

“Sorry, Matt – do you mind if I steal Tracey for a second?” she asked him, her left hand was rubbing my back and her right one playing with my hair.

Matt just nodded his head slowly and smirked, “I’ll text you later then?” I nodded.

She lead me out of the living room and to the hallway. But I was confused so I asked, “What the fuck is happening?”

Stephanie knew the layout of the house, so she pulled me into a bedroom and locked the door. “Look, I just saw you making out with him and I got turned on. I’m also buzzed and want to be fucked by you. Is that okay?”

Fuck yes. I didn’t even know whose bedroom it was.

I slipped out of my toga and she stared at my corset. “I love how your tits look, oh my god.” She started rubbing her hands over my body as we kissed. Our tongues furiously exploring each others’ mouths. It was the most sensual kind of kissing, where you’re both so hungry for pleasure but also want to fuck each other well.

Her outfit was tough to take off. I ended up just unravelling her to her stomach so it turned into a tube top instead. I told her she could just wrap the caution tape again later like a skirt.

Stephanie pushed me on the bed. She straddled me, and I could tell my little moans were turning her on more. Her hand found its way to my underwear, and she rubbed me slightly.

“You’re so wet.” She pushed my panties to the side, and slipped one finger into my pussy. I moaned with pleasure. She was looking at me in the eyes, and began sliding her finger in and out. Her left hand was on my tits, grabbing them and squeezing.

“You like it when I fuck you with my finger?” She asked.

“Mmmhm,” I replied – lost in the moment. I closed my eyes in pleasure but suddenly felt her hand on my neck. She gave it a slight squeeze – not hard at all, but enough to make me open my eyes and make eye contact. I felt her slip another finger in, and she kept finger fucking me.

“What about another finger?” She asked, squeezing my neck a bit more.

I was moaning harder. I love it when guys choke me but never really expected her to, it didn’t seem like her demeanour. But holy fuck, this was hot.

She slipped in another finger and with her hand still on my neck, she leaned in and started kissing my tits. She also started rubbing my clit, and soon enough I came and almost screamed with pleasure.

“Oh my god, Stephanie.. I didn’t think you would fuck me like that.”

“Show me how much you appreciated it, you little slut.”

There was the dirty talk. Fuck.

I wanted to eat her out, but she insisted on sixty-nine. She was on the bottom and I was on the top, and I quickly slipped off my panties along with hers. I was still wearing my corset and I got on top of her.

She was so wet. I knew how much she enjoyed finger fucking me. I began licking her pussy, first by tracing the sides. I’ve never tried this position before, and it was so difficult concentrating on pleasing her while her tongue was going in and out of my own cunt.

I used one finger at first to help me, and every time I pressed on her clit she would stop licking me and moan. I began flicking her clit with my tongue, and could feel her body tighten every time I did. I slipped in another finger, and began fucking her harder with my fingers. She stopped licking me and began moaning with pleasure. I started playing with her clit and she came, right under me.

I had forgotten there was a party outside. The music was still booming and the doorknob had even moved a couple of times, but we locked the door from the inside. I’m pretty sure I heard knocks at some point but whatever.

I got off of her, and we sat on the bed making out. Her fingers were tracing my body again, and before you know it I was wet again (and I bet so was Stephanie).

She asked me if I had ever heard of scissoring. I said I had but also that it was fake and didn’t actually work. She laughed and asked if I wanted to try it. I said sure.

She was on the bottom again, and I got on top of her. I loved having a full view of her face as our pussies touched. I started grinding, it felt good. It felt really fucking dirty and hot.

“I love seeing your tits, Tracey. God, you look so fucking hot.”

I smiled and kept grinding, it felt good because we were both so wet. Our hands were also just all over each other.

But it got a bit boring and she pushed me back and swung my legs over the side of the bed. She got down on the floor and put her face in between my legs. I brought both legs up on the bed with me, and she ate me out. I was moaning extremely loud, and I got a bit nervous that people heard me even over the music. She fucked me with her tongue and found my clit again, and I came in a blissful orgasm.

We kissed a little more because I wanted to taste myself on her lips. I put on my toga again and helped her wrap the bottom of her skirt. It was less sticky so I stole a pin from the bedroom, I still don’t know exactly who I stole from.

We went out together and went to the kitchen for some jungle juice. Matt found me again and asked if I had fun. I nodded, a bit embarrassed at my smudged makeup and obvious post-sex hair.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell.”

— I left the city the next day. I won’t be back to school until September (study abroad), so it’s fair to say I won’t see Stephanie until then either. But if you have any tips for travelling around Europe, please let me know!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7r62pl/ff_when_you_accidentally_fuck_your_roommate_part