[FF] How my college roommate helped me get through my exams

Back at it with another post. This takes place about 3 years ago when I was 20 and refers to my first time with another woman. Little bit about me as a quick reminder to anyone who’s read my other posts, I am 5’2 with black hair, DD breasts with pierced nipples and a decent, but nothing special ass.

So it was exam season, and as anyone who went to university will attest to, that generally involves a large amount of stress. For me in particular I had been studying non stop for my final in Canadian Political History (about as fun as it sounds), and getting increasingly frustrated at how little I cared a out the material. To make matters worse, I had recently broken up with my boyfriend Mike, meaning that on top of being stressed, I was also a horny college student with no time to find myself someone to hook up with.

About two days before my exam, and I was on edge. I just wanted everyone to leave me alone and shut up. So I was prone to snapping at people who didn’t deserve. I was just a ball of stress with no way of relief. I had abandoned my attempts at studying in the library as my fellow students had annoying habits like breathing or shifting in their chair, and returned home to my apartment.

At first I was doing fine. I was sat on my bed, laptop in front of me and text book to my side. I had the benefit of getting to change into comfy clothes (in this case some gym shorts and very baggy t shirt). I was reading up on Arhtur Meighen and how he sucked at staying prime minister, and… There’s just so many times you can read the term “vote of no confidence” before you wanna punch someone in the face, so when my roommate knocked on my door, she was walking into the Lions den.

My roommate, Amanda, and I had always gotten along very well. She was another student and we met when I came to look at the apartment. We immediately clicked. We just had really similar senses of humour, and we used to hang out all the time. We also got really comfortable with each other. We would always tell each other about the guys we were sleeping with, we’d seen each other naked more times than I can count. It wasn’t uncommon for us to just sit around with little to no clothing like it was no big deal.

Occasionally we’d do these spa nights like we were either 14 year old girls or 45 year old mom’s. We’d get face masks, do each other’s nails and makeup, have a little make shift fashion show. It was great. We’d also give each other massages, a real highlight of spa nights, so we were familiar each other’s touch.

But when Amanda knocked on my door that day, poking her head in to see if I wanted to go splits on a pizza, I could have screamed at her. Actually I did scream at her. I yelled about needing to concentrate, and for her to leave me alone.

“Jesus Christ, man you need to relax.” She said.

And then I just unloaded on her. I went on a solid 20 minute rant about how i was frustrated, and all the people in library and their breathing. The whole time I’m staring blankly at the same webpage about the 1926 election. When I finshied she said.

“Sounds like you need to get laid.”

“Yeah well me and Mike broke up, and I don’t have any time to find someone to hookup with, so I don’t see that happening.

“Well I could help you out.”

I looked up at her for the first time. Now Amanda was attractive, she was a tall blonde with d cup breasts and just an insane ass. It wasn’t like, Kardashian large but it was really big relative to her slender frame and had great shape to it. So I thought Amanda was a babe, and even though I had rubbed lotion over her naked body a number of times, I hadn’t really thought of her as a sexual partner.

But when I looked at her then, it looked like she just got back from running. She standing in front of me in her yoga pants and a sports bra, her hair in a messy bun, and it was like she was a whole other person.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“We could fuck if you want.”

“Wouldn’t that be weird?”

“I mean it’s not much different than anything else we do. Just think of it as a massage.”

I stared at her for a while, waiting for her to say she was joking. But the way she was looking at me and biting her lip told me otherwise.

“I’ve never-”

“I’ll do all the work.”

I couldn’t even bring myself to say anything. I just nodded. Amanda walked over to my bed, and climbed on. I can’t even describe how sexy it was seeing her crawl towards me. She took my laptop from me and put it on my end table, then pushed me on my back. She climbed on top of me and pushed my hair out of my face. That alone turned me on more then anything. Then she leaned over and kissed me. It was so good. Her lips were so soft. I kissed her back and in no time we were making out.

Amanda started kissing my neck when her hands wandered down under my shirt and started playing with my nipples. Now my nipples are extremely sensitive so as soon as she touched them I let out a soft moan. She responded by biting my ear lightly.

“I’ve wanted you for so long” she whispered. Her voice was really deep and it sent shivers down my spine. She pulled off my shirt and devoted more attention to my breasts. Licking them, biting them, twisting my piercings gently. She knew what she was doing.

At this point my shorts were soaked through. So when Amanda started kissing her was down my stomach I was literally begging for her to fuck me.

“Ask me nicely.” She ordered.

“Please Amanda, I need you to fuck me.”

But she didn’t listen to me. She slid my shorts off of me but took her time kissing the inside of my thighs. Something she knows drives me wild, from our talks. After what seems like a lifetime she finally, mercifully gives my pussy one long, slow lick.

“Mmm you taste good.” She says.

Another lick, just as slow. I can’t handle the teasing anymore.

“Please Amanda” I whimper.

I look down at her between my legs and she’s got this mischievous smile. She licks me again, and again, and before long my pussy is getting the attention it’s been craving. Amanda was a master, licking me in all the right places. She slid a finger in me and started rubbing my gspot as I bucked my hips against her face. I hand my hands in her hair, holding her down like I was afraid shed leave. Moaning her name over and over. She put a second finger in my pussy and just like that I came all over her face.

Amanda sat up and she looked really proud of herself. Before I can even catch my breath she shoved her fingers in my mouth and made me suck on them.

“Next time it’s my turn.” She said with a wink. And just like that she left. I watched her ass jiggle as she walked away and couldn’t help but feel like I saw a wet spot on her yoga pants.

Once I managed to get back to my studies, it was with a lot less stress. And that ladies and gentlemen is how I passed my Canadian Political History exam.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fgp2di/ff_how_my_college_roommate_helped_me_get_through