My dorm roommate and I have only one thing in common — we’re both horny as fuck [FFMM] aka: My first bi experience

“Gah!” she says, “I’m so fucking horny! I need a guy.”

“Hey, you know I’ll go down on you,” he says.

“Ugh, gross, Patrick.” Her face contorts with disgust, and you can see his ego collapse like it’s the Hindenburg exploding to the ground. “Why do you say things like that? You’re my best guy friend.”

Amy’s a heartless bitch, and she sticks to the bit so strong I almost respect her. She’s hot as hell — long blond hair, perfect body, the works — which is how she gets away with it.

“I know, I’m sorry,” Patrick whines, apologizes for being mistreated.

The dude just needs to get laid, which is obviously never going to happen with Amy. So enter me, Amy’s less hot but still totally cute nerdy roommate, Lia. Amy and I have nothing in common, lead very different lives. Why the school paired us together in the dorms, I have no idea, and so we get along just fine by staying out of each other’s way.

But that was old Lia, boring Lia, quiet Lia. Now, I’m new Lia, and new Lia is feisty. I’m lying on my bed reading, overhearing their conversation, when I pull off my headphones and roll onto my side. I may be petite, but this t-shirt is tight and this pose gives me curves, and I’ve done myself up cute, especially my new hairdo, a pixie cut dyed light pink. I flash Patrick my flirtiest smile. “Come over to my side of the room, there’s plenty of pussy to be eaten over here.” I gesture at my crotch, as if my invitation wasn’t clear enough.

The asshole just rolls his eyes, rejects me without even a word. What a loser, he’s probably still a virgin.

Amy brushes her hand on his knee, his eyes light up — and I realize I never stood a chance. She says, “Patrick, come with me to this party tonight. It’s at Terrence’s so it’ll be lame, but I should still go, to, like, put in a appearance or whatever.”

He beams at her. “Sure, yeah, you need a DD?”

“Yeah, if you could,” she says, turning away from him, chin up.

Oh, it’s so pathetic. I turn back to my book and resume ignoring them.

Later, Patrick’s long since taken off. I’m heading out the door to go to class when Amy stops me. “Why did you tease Patrick like that?” she says.

Oh, we’re going there? “I wasn’t the one teasing.”

Amy looks me up and down. “Telling Patrick you’ll have sex with him,” she says, “When we both know you could do so much better.”

“Whaddya mean?” I frown, “I’m horny. I need to get laid.”

She frowns. “Ugh, TMI, Lia. And Patrick is definitely not going to be a good lay. But, like–” her gaze flicks up to my newly pink hair, “You could come with me to the party tonight. There’ll be lots of guys there.”

Wow, a social invitation from Amy, this is new territory. “Thanks, really. But I’ve actually already got plans tonight.”

“You do?”

“You don’t have to sound so surprised.”

“Sorry,” she laughs, “It’s just… whatever. Is it a party?”

“Sort of. Not the kind you mean. This TA, Tobin, is taking me to hang out with a bunch of his geeky friends, watching the NASA thing.”

She smirks. “S’that your scene?”

“It’ll be, like, all dudes,” I shrug, “Even if Tobin’s lame, the odds are in my favor.”

“Science nerds, the ‘odds’ is right.”

I’m offended at first, but … Amy pulling a pun? Despite it all, I smile. Maybe she’s alright.

She continues, “Well, good for you, getting out there. Was rooting for you to get back on your feet, after… well, you know.”

After things ended real messy with the ex last month. “It’s cool. I’m done moping. Ready for a rebound lay.” I grin. “Speaking of, you cool if I, uh, use our room tonight?”

She gives me a look I can’t read. “Patrick will let me crash at his place.”

“Oh, you’re mean.”

She plays innocent. “What does that mean?”

I roll my eyes. “Nothing. Bye Amy.” I leave.

The NASA party is fine. I go in a striped polo shirt and booty shorts, looking cute in my skinny way. Tobin does turn out to be lame, doesn’t even notice when I wander off. Luckily, though, there’s this other guy, Shawn, who doesn’t have much to say but is nice and handsome and ripped from playing water polo, and today that’s all I need. I ask him if he’s eaten anything lately and he looks at me like I’m a winning lottery ticket. He can’t keep his hands off me the whole way back to my dorm. I yank him inside and he pulls my shorts off and fingers me and it’s nice feeling desired.

“Lick it,” I tell him, stroking his bare chest, admiring the definition in his muscles.

He picks me up, physically lifting me in the air, bringing my crotch to his face. I gasp, delighted, and then he starts eating me out. I moan and rub his scalp, thrilled by how the evening is going.

He’s sitting on my bed, gripping my hips, my thighs wrapped around his head. I’ve never been worshipped like this before, and I savor it, run my fingers through his spiky hair, let him know he’s getting me off.

I hear something, a key in the doorknob, whispered giggling.

“What’s that?” Shawn asks, but I push his face back into my pussy.

“It doesn’t matter,” I say, “Keep doing that thing with curling your tongue.”

He laughs and dives back in and makes my eyelids flutter in pleasure.

The door bursts open and Amy spills through, dragging in a cute boy by the the wrist. She sees me getting eaten out, blinks as she realizes. I grin at her, and her eyes go wide. “Oh. Oh my god. I forgot…” Her arms swing to cover herself, as if she’s the one being immodest here.

I make a show of moaning, and say, “It’s cool.” I nod at her guy, my cheeks flush, but not from embarrassment. “Who’s your friend?” I never would have expected it, but there’s this thrill to Amy seeing me this way, like I need to prove to her I can get cute guys, too. I bite my lip, roll my eyes back in pleasure.

She blinks, looks at her guy, makes to leave. “Uh, let’s find some–”

“Naw, I like you watching,” I say, “It’ll be fun.” Shawn tries to pull away from my pussy. I push him back down.

“Jesus, Lia,” Amy says testily, “Are you drunk?”

My grin spreads. Amy’s guy is taking this all in, laughing to himself. He’s wearing a tank top, showing off his shredded shoulders. I make eyes at him, flash him my tongue; I guess I’ve got a type. “Sober as fuck,” I say, “What’s your name?”

“Your roommate seems fun,” he says to Amy, walking past her. “I’m Jay.” He comes close, eyeing my crotch, scoping out the boy licking my pussy. “Is that–?”

Shawn pulls back, sets me down. I’m not quick enough to stop him. “Jay?” he says.

“Oh shit,” Jay is shocked, “No way… Shawn!”

Shawn does this intricate fist bump thing with Jay. “How’s is going, man?”

“Dude.” He nods at me.

“I know, right?” Shawn grins.

I’m leaning back, propped up on my elbows, my pussy hot and wet and on bare for the whole room to see. Old me wouldn’t have liked this. I tug on Shawn’s arm, carry it to my thighs. “I wasn’t done.”

Jay eyes my pussy, glistening and impatient. “Cool if I take a turn?”

“Sure,” Shawn and I say in unison. I giggle.

“No! What?” Amy exclaims, but Jay ignores her, kneeling down to bury his face between my thighs.

He’s direct, his tongue a force of nature, sliding up my pussy lips, slurping up my wetness. “Oh, fuck yes,” I moan, grabbing his head.

“Lia, you slut!” Amy glares at me.

I grin back. “You? Jealous of me?”

Jay grabs my legs under my knees, pushes my thighs apart, slides his tongue from asshole to clit and back. I moan. Shawn’s by my side, and he grabs my leg, holds it for Jay, watching his friend eat me out.

“Oh fuck…” I shudder, pet Jay’s head. “Good boy.”

“I’m not jealous,” Amy protests. And she isn’t, I realize. She’s peering down at me, a studious look on her face. She watching closely as I’m eaten out. “You like that? Getting rimmed?”

There’s something to my body on display, my pleasure made public… I tingle with delight, grin at her. “If he keeps doing it, he’ll make me cum so hard.”

“Huh,” she says, moving closer. She sits down beside me, opposite from Shawn. I’m surrounded.

“You guys–” I gasp, choke down a breath, start again, “You guys don’t understand how hot this is, having an audience.”

“I never realized…” Amy trails off. She slides her fingers through mine right as Jay’s tongue slides over my ass. A wave of ecstasy shoots through me, sends me reeling, and I squeeze her hand. She squeezes mine back.

Shawn unbuttons my polo, reaches under my bra and fondles my tits. He tweaks a nipple, and I gasp. He gropes me more, and I give him a smile of encouragement.

“Do it again,” Amy says, then clarifies, “Eat her ass. Make her cum hard. She needs it.”

Jay chuckles, but does it, teases my ass with his tongue while his fingers slide inside me, pluck at my clit, and I’m moaning and writhing with pleasure.

Amy looks at me, her gaze curious, deliberate. “I never saw it before, but you’re sexy, Lia.” We’ve been roommates for nearly a whole school year now, and I don’t know if we’ve ever before truly made eye contact. But we do it now, her piercing blue eyes locked on mine, and it makes me spin it’s so erotic. It’s not even an attraction thing, it’s just… she looks so interested, so unlike her usual aloof self. It must be how she gets so many guys, how she keeps Patrick on a leash.

I’m climaxing, and I didn’t even know it was coming. These two cute guys, they’re nice, tweaking me, stimulating me, working together to give me physical pleasure. But it’s Amy I’m paying attention to as my legs quiver, as my chest heaves, as moans pour from my open lips. I’m quivering, shaking, and I can’t control myself as the orgasm shoots through me, into my toes, my fingers.

“Fucking hot,” Shawn mutters.

They’re all watching, the guys hard and horny. But Amy is smiling, happy for me, for the climax I’m enjoying. She gives me hand a gentle squeeze, and I realize I’m gripping her hard. I release, and she smiles impishly, a knowing grin. “You really liked that, didn’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” I nod slowly, in a daze.

Shawn and Jay exchange a look. “Who first?”

I grin. “Same time.”

Amy giggles.

Jay gets me onto all fours and fucks me doggy style, filling my pussy with his thick shaft. Shawn sits on the bed and I blow him, not holding back, slobbering all over his cock and balls. The boys love it, fucking me together, and I have them swap me back and forth a few times. “I want to taste cum tonight,” I say. Jay gets off pushing me down until I choke, but Shawn’s a gentleman, laying me on my bed so he can finger me as I suck him dry. I show him his cum on my tongue, then swallow it and laugh as he watches in awe. They leave together, celebrating as the dorm room door closes behind them, and I’m left laying on my bed, a mess a spit and sweat and spunk.

I’m feeling pretty proud of myself, basking in the afterglow.

“That was intense,” Amy says, “I’ve never seen…” She’s still watching me, sitting next to me on my bed.

“Sorry I stole your guy,” I say.

She smirks. “Uh… no big deal, I guess. You had enough fun for the two of us.” She’s still got on the little black dress she always wears out, the one that shows lots of skin. And her chest, she’s flush. I know arousal when I see it.

A grin spreads across my face, mischievous, devious.

“What?” she says nervously, glancing down at herself.

I say nothing. I roll over, fish around in my nightstand. I pull out a padded case, zip it open, hold up the ovaloid purple silicone vibrator it contains.

“Is that…?” Amy says, eyes widening, “You can’t seriously still be horny…”

I squirt some lube in my palm, rub it onto the device. “It’s not for me.”

“What?” she stammers, “Who– oh! I– I’m not– I’ve never–”

“It’s ok,” I soothe, crawling up to her, “I’ve never done this before, either.”

Her voice is small, nervous. “Why?”

“Shhh,” I say, pulling down the top of her dress, freeing her breasts. They’re just as perfect as I’d imagined. “You’re beautiful.”

Her breaths are shallow, short. She could tell me to stop, but she doesn’t. Instead, she slips her panties off.

I lay down between her legs, hike her dress up. Her pussy is tight and pink, and with a little diamond stud mounted through her labia. I smile and bring the vibrator in. “I’m a fan of the jewelry,” I say. I push the button, set it buzzing.

“What do I do?” she says. She’s tense, uneasy, in a rare moment of uncertainty.

I give her a reassuring smile. “Sit back. Relax.”

She tries.

I start slow, mild, more a tease than direct sensation. But I work on her, and she’s quick to open up, let me in. She spreads her legs, pulls them to her chest. Her pussy gets so wet, so red. I’m rubbing her with the vibrator, and it’s designed for this, massaging her in all the right places. When I use it on myself, I get hot quick, climax in minutes.

But that’s not my plan for Amy.

I hold the vibrator against her, wiggle it, keep it interesting. And I lean down, bringing my face in, and run the tip of my tongue in a circle around her tight little pink pucker.

She tenses, squeals. “Lia!”

I do it again. “What?” I say, my tone innocent.

“Keep doing that!” she pants, chest heaving.

“Ok.” I go more direct, sliding my tongue against her asshole.

She cries out, this high-pitched squeal of ecstasy, and that’s how I know I’m doing good. Her pussy is soaking wet, dripping with fluid. I lap it up. I lick and finger and hold the vibrator in just the right places at just the right pressure. She bites her lip, closes her eyes. I keep going until her ass starts to spasm, and then I keep going until it stops.

I sit back, satisfied, smiling at her. Her cheeks are damp, tears streak from her eyes.

“What– what was that?” she says, wearing a dazed expression.

I shrug, find a towel, begin cleaning up. “It was nothing. Just having some fun.” I change into my pajamas. “Go to bed, Amy. Have a good night.”

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