[FF] I twerked for my roommate! This is my first post, let me know what you think!

This is my first post here, so I hope everyone enjoys! Let me start with a little about myself. I’m Brooke, I’m 19 and in my sophomore year of college. I’m bisexual. I’m 5’5, with short-ish dark brown hair and blue eyes which I’m told are large and innocent-looking. I’m relatively pale, despite my best efforts to tan. I guess have a little of an hourglass figure. I’m only 130lbs but I have decently sized boobs with wide hips and a big, round bubble butt! My butt is my pride and joy, as you can probably tell from my username haha. Anyways, moving on to the story.

This story happened last semester and involves my roommate, Layne. Layne and I didn’t know each other when we first started college, but we were matched for our freshman year and quickly became good friends, and stuck together this year too. Layne is gorgeous. Physically she is quite different from me. She is taller by a few inches, with dirty blonde hair that she almost always keeps in a ponytail, and lightly tanned skin. She has a slightly more athletic frame, with large, natural breasts that form the perfect cleavage. Her butt isn’t quite as big as mine, but it still fills out her pants nicely, and she has long legs to go with it!

From the first day we met I was attracted to Layne. However, I was determined not to make her feel weird or uncomfortable since we’d be living together, so I told her honestly that I was bi, but did not confess my attraction to her. She was totally cool about it, and as I said we became good friends. Throughout our freshman year we became very close and got to know each other. Layne had been dating her HS boyfriend still when she started college, but they broke up last winter so they could both focus on school and, for Layne in particular, not feel tied down. This had piqued my interest a bit, as Layne being in a relationship had been a good deterrent to keep me from fantasizing about her too much or doing anything stupid while drinking or something. Now she was single, and I knew from our late night conversations that she was no prude. She’d lost her virginity to an earlier boyfriend and had sex again a few times with her ex, and had openly admitted that she wanted to “see more of what was out there.” She made it sound like she just wanted to be with different guys, but that phrase stuck in my mind.

Fast forward to last semester. It was a regular old day, and Layne left early to print something out before her next class. I decided to do a quick workout. I usually go to our campus gym, but sometimes I like to follow along to videos on Youtube because it helps keep my motivation up. None of the ones I usually do sounded good, so I decided to change it up a bit and found a “twerkout” video. I like twerking, its fun and sexy, but I’d never really done it in earnest, just in a flirty, silly way at dances or parties and whatnot. So I changed into my leggings and sports bra and prepared to give it an honest effort.

I get into the workout, twerking it in different positions, doing hops and leg lifts and the other stuff that was mixed in, and I was having fun! They were playing fun, bouncy music in the video and the instructor was doing callouts like, “Yes, honey, work it!” It sounds silly but it was fun to just let loose and go all out without caring how I looked. At one point we were doing some floor work, and I looked back to watch myself in the mirror on my closet door. I couldn’t help but think, “Damn, I look good!” I loved the way my booty was popping and jiggling in my leggings. After a minute, I pulled my leggings and panties down below my cheeks so I could watch my bare ass twerking to the music. I was actually doing it pretty well, and the sight was so fun and sexy that I just got into it. My back was arched, my knees splayed out, shaking my ass as best I could. That’s when the door opened, and before I had time to react I hear a sort of gasp/laugh followed by, “Well hello hello!”

I looked over my shoulder to see Layne entering the room. She was grinning, clearly more amused than shocked, but I was embarrassed nonetheless. There was a nanosecond of time in which my brain had to make a decision: Cover myself up, apologize, and try to move past what just happened, or continue on and see what happens. As crazy as it was, I decided to roll with it. I allowed myself to blush fully and gave embarrassed, good-natured laugh.
“It started as a workout, I swear!” I said.
“Oh did it now?” Layne replied, still giggling to herself. She walked past me to get the book she had forgotten. She looked at the video, which by now had reached the cool down part and no longer showed any twerking. “Looks like you’ve deviated a bit.”
“I was just trying to get a little practice in!” I wiggled my butt, still bare, a little to prove my point.
“Well, show me what you learned then!”
Layne said it in a joking way, and I knew she was just teasing me as friends do, but that didn’t stop a quick rush of excitement from shooting through my body. Here I was, on the floor with my ass on display, and my hot roommate was telling me to twerk for her! It didn’t feel real, but even if it turned out to be a dream I was there for it at the moment. I told her to rewind the video a bit for some music, and once the beat started I resumed what I had been doing, shaking my ass from side to side, bouncing it, managing to make it clap faintly a little bit. Layne was still in front of me, but her eyes were fixed on my reflection in the mirror. When I started out she played along, giving me encouragement like “Oh yasss, get it queen. I need some one’s!” But after a moment she fell silent and just watched me. I had only meant to do it for like 30 seconds to be silly, but seeing her face change from laughter to an intent look was such a crazy turn on. I could feel my pussy starting to get wet, and I kept on going until the cool down started again and the song stopped. By this point my legs and arms were aching, so to dispel the lingering tension I sat up and breathed out a “wooh! See? Totally a workout!”

Layne laughed and resumed her normal demeanor. “You kids and your twerk-ups and shake-outs” she said in a crotchety voice. “I have to go to class. Put a sign on the door before you moon me next time!” she teased, as she passed me by she bent down and gave my exposed ass cheek a swift, resounding smack. I was quick enough to respond with a playfully annoyed “Hey!” as she dashed off and out the door, but inside my stomach was fluttering. The shock of her hand slapping my ass had shot through to my bones and seemed to have forced a wave wetness through my pussy. I locked the door, waited a few minutes to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything else, then immediately climbed into bed and masturbated to the image of me twerking for Layne and the look on her face as she watched me. I was so horny from the encounter that within minutes I was cumming hard, and as my orgasm rolled over me I kept Layne’s face fixed in my mind, imaging her lapping up the juices flowing from my pussy. I could barely look at her without blushing for the rest of the week!

So yeah, hope everyone enjoyed this! I’d love to hear your thoughts!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/awfl1p/ff_i_twerked_for_my_roommate_this_is_my_first