This story follows what happened the couple days after my experience with Chelsea which I wrote about here. **sorry** it’s taken so long to write.
My first lesbian experience with my grad school roommate during a snow storm [FF] from gonewildstories
The feelings throughout my body were mixed. Part of me felt proud for allowing myself to give into temptation and the curiosity I’ve felt for years, but the other part of me felt guilty for sleeping with my roommate while dating my boyfriend.
As things began to return to normal after the snowstorm my mind still couldn’t stop thinking about Chelsea. I laid in bed and tried thinking about sex with John. I thought about the time fucked me in our dorm hallway when he forgot his keys, I thought about the time he fingered me in the back of an Uber on the way home from our fourth date, and I thought about the time he went down on me in one of those library private rooms because I was stressed about a midterm.
Those thoughts distracted me for a few minutes, but I kept going back to my experience Chelsea. I thought about how soft her body was and how exciting it was to discover what made her tick. Kissing the inside of her thighs as she let out encouraging moans until I finally tasted her.
As John slept next to me, my hand started wondering down my stomach. My mind wandering thinking about her as my hand went lower until it reached the waistband of my shorts. I was giddy with excitement and in the moment with the expectation of a few glances toward John to make sure he was still sleeping. I thought about how Chelsea teased me before she touched me and how she looked up at me with her green eyes before her tongue made contact with my clit. I remember her teasing me and bringing me to the bring of orgasm before she pulled back with a deviled smirk on her face making me thrust myself into her face.
I was obsessed.
I was hornier then ever and could myself getting wetter. My fingers slipped lower and I could feel my lips start so spread apart as I played with my cum. I ran my fingers up and down my lips until I reached my clit. I used my right hand to spread my lips while using my left hand to tease my clit. My clit was throbbing and ever time I would brush against it a wave of my pleasure ran across my body which made me give out a little moan.
And then I stopped.
John muttered.
I froze.
I pulled my hands out of my pants and laid there as still as I’ve ever laid before.
After a few minutes he fell back to a sound sleep I was brave enough to continue. I brought myself to bring of orgasm earlier that I knew it wouldn’t take much. I spread my lips again and used my left index hand to rub my clit until the familiar wave of pleasure overcame my body and I fell back into my pillow.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/xtyhjd/laying_in_bed_next_to_my_boyfriend_but_thinking