Secret Fun in the Common Room (F/M, house mates, friends, sneaky, fingering) (First time posting, let me know what you think.)

We’re sitting side by side on the couch, watching a show as we often do. One of our housemates walks by, consumed in her own thoughts. It’s a bit chilly in the common room. He turns to me and asks quietly,

“Do you want some of this blanket?”

He gestures towards this lush blue comforter. I nod and happily pull it over myself, tucking us both into its wonderful warmth. Obscured now, we snuggle closer than we dared before. I feel his big hand snake between my legs and stay there. I shoot him a snarky glance, like *excuse-me-what-do-you-think-you’re-doing-down-there, sir?* He smiles and turns back to the TV, totally innocent. I do too, but now I am beginning to blush.

Is it the heat of the blanket, or the fact that my supposedly platonic housemate is touching me so casually, so sneakily, in a shared space? Who knows, fuck it, my life needs excitement. I decide to call him out and raise the stakes. I turn and cuddle into him, and in the process press my hand heavily on his crotch. Of course. It’s already hard. *This bastard.* He silences a sharp inhale, but I hear it, because my face is on his neck. I give his shoulder a playful bite and his dick twitches slightly. I smile up at him. He smiles back at me. This is a fun new secret.

But a crash in the kitchen reminds us that we’re not alone. I recoil and turn back to the show, but now his hand is sneaking up my shorts and into my underwear. A shiver of surprise and delight runs down my spine. I let out a short laugh and only he knows why. Very quickly I feel the whole area down there grow swollen and warm. It aches. I almost don’t believe it as he dips one finger into the wetness and then expertly traces it up to swirl around my clit. The sensation is fantastic, delicious, I close my eyes, let out a slow breath.

He continues swirling his finger around my clit, and then settles into a steady back and forth motion. Hot, thrilling jolts shoot from my clit to the pit of my stomach with each stroke, I almost gasp, but it comes out more like a whisper, “wow, yes.”

He continues, I relax into the groove. With my eyes closed, my head spins a little. I hear that something interesting is developing in the plot of our show, but now I have to concentrate on not moaning, not bucking my hips, just being, just feeling, and ok, yep, this is starting to feel really good. I communicate my pleasure with unvoiced sighs and a tight grip on his chest as my heart rate quickens. I flash him a moment of hot, lustful eye contact. He grins at me, eyes sparking. We are both so exhilarated at this strange, almost taboo indulgence in such a risky part of the house.

The walls of my vagina begin to contract pleasurably as he continues to slide his finger back and forth across my clit. A tingling heat begins to spread from within, I can feel the soaking wet inner labia descend and protrude, and I realize I need those fingers inside me. Immediately. I reach down and push his hand downwards, and then just hold it there for a second. He gets the message.

Slowly,

hot,

and completely frictionless,

one,

then two

fingers

part the

thick

velvet

labia.

And he’s inside me.

My body responds like it was a breath of fresh air. Eyes open now, my heart switches from racing to pounding and my head is filled with cool clarity, followed by a descent into unfocused bliss. His fingers move so so slowly inside me. I have taken over stroking my clit. This is still in complete silence under the giant blanket – anyone could walk by at any time. But the subtlety and sense of risk have heightened my senses and now every touch is thrilling. I press forward a bit so more pressure is on my g spot, and he amps up the movement. Not thrusting, but stroking from within. Ecstasy swells in my chest and thoughts of wild, pounding, jackhammer fucking consume me. Hardly remembering to stay still, I squirm involuntarily as I drink in the accelerating pleasure, trying to seize it and compound it. Within moments I can feel the pressure of a climax building. I clench him inside me, over and over, while gliding my finger over my extremely slippery and sensitive clit, again and again, I try to keep my breathing steady but now even he is starting to sound ragged, clearly incredibly aroused as well. Forehead pressed against his hot neck again, I visualize for a moment his nice hard dick plunging deep inside and at that exact moment he does, he DOES plunge, pushing his fingers in as far as they can go and wiggling them. I bite my lip and inhale sharply as overwhelming, electric contractions of an orgasm pulse through me, my body rigid. Abstract pattens dance behind my furrowed eyes. My breath catches in my throat, and four blissful orgasmic contractions wash over me before I can exhale again. In silent ecstasy I revel in the fact that he can feel this internal fluttering, share in this crashing wave of pleasure.

Slowly, the paroxysm subsides. My head and clit both buzz nicely as my heart rate slows and my thoughts return from outer space. He stays inside me and I am satisfied to just feel full and relaxed for a moment, and then he pulls out and wipes his soaked fingers on his sweatpants. I miss them already.

I rub my eyes and look at him with satisfied amusement.

“I guess that just happened?” I whisper with a chuckle.

He snorts a laugh and pulls me in tighter, a gesture of what might actually be love. But that is something to consider later. I’ve decided we’re not done here. I snake a hand over to cup his dick, absolutely rock hard now, and he lets out a quiet surprised moan. I catch his eye with a sly smile.

“Hm, maybe we should go to my room?”

“Yes… we should.” he replies, as if he hadn’t yet considered that as an option. We rush upstairs, electrified.

And our show blares on, unaware of how thoroughly we’ve been ignoring it.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jzljhu/secret_fun_in_the_common_room_fm_house_mates