“I-I have to… you know… t-touch myself… five times a day… or else I start to have… symptoms…” she awkwardly confessed to her newly appointed roommate. [FF]

This story was written in response to the title, which was a prompt.

Part 1.

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Jessica blinked owlishly, staring at the girl’s embarrassed face, unable to quite believe her ears. “You mean like…?” She curled her fingers in a come-hither motion, and her new roommate’s face went an even brighter shade of pink as she nodded. “Five times?”

“Yes…” It looked like she wanted to curl up into a ball and hide. Jessica felt bad pushing the girl on something she was obviously mortified about, but as her shock faded she was incredibly curious.

“Like, you have to-” she wiggled her fingers again, “five separate times, or just y’know, *finish* five times?”

“Um…” Her cheeks burned. “… separate…” She struggled to regain some amount of her composure, turning away from Jessica’s gaze. “It’s really hard on my schedule…”

“I can- actually, no, I can’t imagine, but that sounds like it sucks.” Jessica rubbed the back of her head. “What kind of symptoms…?”

“Shortness of breath… difficulty concentrating… increased blood flow… irrational decision-making…” It sounded like she was reading the warning label off the side of a pill bottle, and it took a second to click in Jessica’s mind.

“So you’re just horny twenty-four seven if you don’t go five times a day?” she asked, grinning.

Her roommate sat down on her bed, burying her face in her hands. “… I hate this conversation.”

“Sorry.” Jessica sat down on the other bed next to her suitcase, annoyed with herself for starting things by being nosy. “Um, Abigail…” she said with the slightly-questioning tone of someone who didn’t entirely remember a name. She had just been told, but this topic had made her forget almost everything from their introduction.

“Abby,” her roommate sniffed.

“Abby. Sorry. I was just curious. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad, but why did you even bring it up?”

“Well…” She wiped at her eyes with the edge of her t-shirt. “I didn’t tell my last roommate because I was too embarrassed, and she walked in on me eventually. I almost got kicked out when she complained.”

Jessica snorted. “She complained because she saw you… y’know?” She shook her head, smiling. “Some people. No taste.”

“What does that mean…?” Abby asked, looking up suspiciously even as the flush redoubled in her cheeks.

“Well, not to make things weird, but you’re adorable. I’d be counting my lucky stars if… well, yeah.” Jessica looked away, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. *Yeesh. Could I be a little more obvious? Maybe if I held up a big sign that said ‘I’m Gay and Horny for You.’*

Abby *was* adorable though: a shock of messy auburn hair surrounding a cute face with a heavy scattering of freckles, all short and petite, dressed boyishly in jeans and a t-shirt. Every time Jessica met her doe-eyed stare, Abby blushed a little more, even the tips of her ears turning pink. Compared to Jessica’s tall curvy figure and mass of black hair, they painted quite a contrasting picture.

Jessica ended up changing the subject, to Abby’s great relief, and the two of them fell to talking as the evening drew on. Jessica almost forgot about how things had started until she was starting to drift to sleep.

Not sure what shook her out of dozing, Jessica listened carefully, wondering if it had been something from an adjacent room. She heard a slight gasp from Abby’s bed, and noticed that her roommate’s breathing had grown fast and shallow. She was confused for a moment, struggling against her sleepiness, but realization soon struck. Ashamed at her weakness but desperately curious, she rolled over, keeping her eyes closed, pretending to just be adjusting in her sleep. She heard the panting stop for a moment as Abby held her breath, only letting it out as Jessica settled. Slowly, the fast breaths returned, muffled moans and tiny slick noises joining them. Jessica cracked one eye open and saw Abby illuminated by the light seeping through the window. Her head was thrown back against her pillow, back arched slightly, biting her lip, movement detectable below the covers between her legs. Jessica watched her tremble, arching higher, bucking a little under the blankets, her eyes fluttering shut as a low noise escaped her. She fell back to the bed, breathing hard, and Jessica had the presence of mind to shut her eye as Abby looked over to make sure her roommate was still asleep. Jessica heard her turn over, letting out a satisfied sigh as she plopped down and almost immediately fell asleep.

Now Jessica was turned on, but she knew she couldn’t get away with the same trick. She got… loud. Not so much that their neighbors would hear, but Abby certainly would. She sighed, squirming, trying to ignore the heat between her legs and return to falling asleep.

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Jessica opened the door without knocking, her eyes barely open, trying to hold back a yawn. Her attempts at sleep after watching Abby get off didn’t go so well, and after her first class she had decided to cut her second and take a desperately needed nap. And maybe masturbate. She made it two steps into the room before freezing, her brain catching up with what her senses were screaming.

Abby whimpered slightly, staring wide-eyed at her from Jessica’s bed, panties around her ankles and her fingers still inside herself. Her arm was wrapped around Jessica’s pillow to hold it close to her face, her body only covered by a t-shirt.

“You… you said… your classes were…” The blush steamed up her face, overriding the flush of arousal, and she clamped her legs together, hiding her face in the pillow. Jessica sat down heavily on Abby’s bed, sleepy haze instantly burned from her mind by desire.

“Uh. Sorry.” She struggled to think of something – anything – that she could say as Abby hid, the seconds ticking by.

“Do you like my smell?” Okay, not exactly eloquent or even on-topic, but she had no idea what else the pillow would be for, or why Abby was in her bed. It wasn’t like Jessica disliked that kind of scent, but it wasn’t a turn-on unless it belonged to a person she was crushing on hardcore.

“…yes…” Abby mumbled, muffled by the pillow.

“Oh.” Jessica hesitated, and prompted by her arousal added without thinking, “You can just smell me, if you want.”

Abby’s dark eyes appeared at the edge of the pillow as she moved it slightly, embarrassment shunted aside for blank confusion. “What.”

*Reaaal smooth, Jess.* But she was committed now. “I’ve only slept on that pillow for one night. If you wanted more…” She tossed her hair so that it fell forwards over her chest, reaching almost to her stomach, and took a deep breath. *Hey, I do smell kinda good.*

She could see the hesitation in Abby’s eyes, overwhelming lust mixed with shame. She pressed a little further, figuring if she was this deep she may as well go all out. “We could sit back to back, I don’t mind. Well… actually, I’d like it. If you want to.”

Abby stared at her, conflicted, and after a few heartstopping seconds she sat up in the bed, still hiding behind the pillow with one hand covering between her legs. Her eyes flicked from Jessica to over her own shoulder, and Jessica got the hint after a moment, standing up too fast in her excitement and feeling a little dizzy as she staggered over. Maybe it was because all the blood in her body was rushing to parts other than her brain.

She settled in behind Abby, pressed up against her warm back. Jessica could feel that she was trembling ever so slightly, whether from fear or excitement or some combination of the two she couldn’t tell. Jessica reached behind her, running her hand down Abby’s arm until she found her hand clutching the pillow. Gently, she wormed her fingers into the grip, entwining her hand with Abby’s, giving it a reassuring squeeze. She could feel Abby drawing in shaky breaths that slowly grew steadier, her heart winding down from a purr to a rapid beat.

“…your hair…” Abby whispered, her voice so tiny as to be barely audible. Jessica leaned forward a little and gathered up her hair into a loose bundle, tossing it over Abby’s shoulder. Jessica felt her take a deep breath, her face pressing against it. *I’m really curious as to how that gets her going, but there’s no way I’ll get an answer out of her right now.*

Abby shifted against her back, her breath coming faster, small noises slipping from her lips. Jessica realized she had started playing with herself again and had to fight down the urge to look behind her. As cute as she was sure the sight would be, it would send Abby right back into her shell. She bit her lip, hesitating, and reached down with her free hand, slipping her fingers beneath the waist of her pants and underwear, gasping at the first sensitive touch. Abby either didn’t notice or didn’t care, just pushing against Jessica’s back, slowly getting louder as Jessica moved her own hand, teasing her fingers over the hood of her clit. Gently, she drew the swollen nub out, her fingers slick with arousal as she rubbed it, a low moan of pleasure mixing with Abby’s soft sounds.

They worked their fingers together, lost in their own little worlds, bound by one hand as the other drove them towards their climaxes. Jessica tensed as the pressure inside her built to the breaking point and felt Abby go rigid against her back, moaning, twitching, her hand tight over Jessica’s. Feeling Abby come pushed Jessica over the brink as well, fingers moving furiously over her clit, raising off the bed a little as the waves of pleasure washed over her, letting out a loud cry.

They slumped to the bed together, breathing hard, coming down from orgasm. After a while, Abby murmured, “…I can’t believe I just did that.”

“Do you regret it…?”

“God, no. I just can’t believe that you walked in on me and decided to join in. And that I let you.” Abby giggled, a little drunk on afterglow.

“Honestly, me too,” Jessica sighed, leaning her head back against Abby’s shoulder.

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Part 2

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“Abigail?” the professor called, and she jerked out of her daydream with a start, suddenly aware she was still in class. She pulled her hand away from her thighs from where she had been unconsciously rubbing, beginning to turn bright pink, desperately hoping no one had been looking at her.

“Um, yes?”

“What do you think about what we’ve been talking about so far?” He gestured to the slide being projected on the board. Abby stared at it, seeing only incomprehensible statistics.

“Um… I don’t know…” A few of the other students chuckled, and her cheeks burned.

“Oh, anything will do. Give me the first few thoughts off the top of your head.” He gave her an encouraging smile.

Her first few thoughts, in order, were:

1. Jessica

2. Jessica’s smell

3. Jessica’s warm skin

4. Oh God I’m so horny I almost started masturbating in class

5. Jessica

Oversleeping and missing her first orgasm was bad. Missing her second put her in this state, and she wasn’t sure how long she could last. She shook her head, eyes pleading, and to her relief the professor called on someone else.

She suffered through the rest of class, squirming in her chair, trying and failing to stop her thighs from rubbing together, biting the inside of her cheek to keep herself aware until even that pain was melding into her arousal. As soon as the clock ticked over, she was out of her chair and hurrying through the halls with her head down, moving as fast as her legs could carry her. She had ten minutes before her next class and she couldn’t afford to skip it. Going for a quick one in the bathroom was risky and horribly embarrassing, but there was no way to get back to her room in time and she desperately needed to clear her head.

Not looking where she was going, she turned a corner and ran straight into someone’s chest. Steadying hands grabbed her shoulders before she could fall and a familiar voice asked, “Abby?”

Jessica’s scent filled her lungs like a drug, sending the needy heat between her legs into overdrive. She glanced up to meet those gentle green eyes and almost swooned.

Jessica looked her up and down, taking in the flushed face, the shallow breathing, the way her hands clutched at the tops of her thighs, and a slow smile grew on her lips. “Did you, ah-” she leaned in close, hot breath tickling Abby’s ear as she whispered, “-miss one of your ‘sessions’?”

Abby nodded, not meeting her eyes, the burning need inside her flaring hotter with every second Jessica held her.

“Where are you going? Back to the room?”

“…bathroom…” Abby whispered, her voice tiny.

“Oh. Want me to-”

“Yes,” Abby pleaded, and Jessica hesitated.

*I was going to say ‘walk with you’ but I really don’t think that’s what* she *meant.* She pushed her luck and murmured, “You want me to help?”

“*Yes,*” Abby begged. Jessica swallowed hard.

—-

“How long do you have?” Jessica asked, following Abby into the stall. The janitors had just been through here and it almost gleamed, the stinging smell of disinfectant hanging in the air, the place thankfully empty for the moment.

“A few minutes…”

“Oh…” Jessica wavered, staring at Abby. It was one thing to half-agree to a quickie in the bathroom, and it was quite another to know she had to jump straight to sticking a hand down her roommate’s pants. Abby reached out and took her hand, pulling it to rest against her lower stomach. Jessica could feel her shivering slightly. Quietly, she murmured, “It’s gonna have to be quick and dirty, is that okay?”

Abby nodded frantically, her heart pounding, need forcing past any thought of decency or romance. She had to come, and Jessica was all she could think about. The pleading lust in those dark eyes spurred Jessica to slip her fingers down, reaching into Abby’s panties and feeling her swollen lower lips. Her jeans were a little tight, and Jessica undid the button with her other hand, giving her fingers room to move as she began to tease her fingers against Abby’s slit. Abby let out a little half-whimper, half-moan, burying her face in Jessica’s chest as her breath hitched.

Jessica coaxed her slick folds apart, searching blindly, wishing she had more time to explore Abby. She would have preferred to do this in their room, as slow and gentle as she could, but she didn’t want to throw this opportunity away. *Later,* she promised to herself, and felt Abby moan and squirm against her chest as she rubbed across the hood of her clit. She didn’t know what Abby liked, just guessed the best she could, starting to tease out Abby’s sensitive nub as her fingers grew slick with arousal. Abby breathed fast and shallow against Jessica’s chest, inhaling her smell, clamping a hand over her own mouth as more noises threatened to escape her. She’d already come to the fantasy of this a half-dozen times, and facing it in reality was overwhelming.

Her legs trembled as Jessica began to pleasure her in earnest, fingers speeding up into a rapid, amazing rhythm against her clit, forcing out muffled noises as the familiar pressure grew in her abdomen. It was coming fast, even for her, and she slid her other hand around Jessica’s back, holding tight, trying to ground herself against the overpowering feeling. Jessica’s scent, her warm fingers against Abby’s most sensitive spot, her hand gently stroking Abby’s hair, the denied need burning inside her. It was all too much.

A choked moan escaped her as she came, bucking slightly against Jessica’s fingers, overwhelming pleasure turning her legs weak as the rest of her tensed and shuddered. Jessica kept moving her hand, dragging out the sensation, holding Abby close as she rode out her orgasm.

She sagged into Jessica’s arms, panting and flushed. Jessica withdrew her fingers and sucked them clean with a soft pop, sounding amused as she murmured, “Let me buy you dinner first next time.” Abby giggled breathlessly, still coming down from climax. As much as she wanted to bask in this wonderful afterglow and figure out things with Jessica, she knew her class was starting any minute.

“I have to go… thank you…” Abby mumbled, not meeting her eyes, and turned to leave before Jessica caught her shoulder. Her hand cupped Abby’s cheek, forcing her to look up and meet her gaze. Before Abby could react, Jessica was leaning in, bringing their lips together in a soft kiss.

Jessica pulled away, looking a little nervous. “Tonight. We should talk.”

Abby nodded dumbly, staring up at her, and almost ran for the door. *I’m going to be late. I’m going to be late and it’s so worth it.*

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Parts 2.5 and 3 can be found [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/macktosh/comments/bbckop/new_roommate_part_25_ff_oral/?st=jua7l9j1&sh=a3218602). All comments and criticisms are welcome.

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