I was two knuckles deep in my own soaked pussy when my roommate began to open the door to our shared dorm room. We had only been living together for three weeks now, and despite this exact scenario having happened twice before, my roommate Abbie refused to incorporate knocking into her dorm room-entering etiquette. In fact it bothered her a lot more than it did me, I just didn’t want her boyfriend or any of her theater friends to also walk in with her. I threw my comforter over my bare breasts and turned to lay on my side facing the middle of the room as well as the door. I kept my wet fingers inside myself, knowing that the lewd smell would give me away before anything else. I was also secretly hoping that Abbie would need to leave so that I could relieve some of the throbbing pressure around my pussy.
Before the door was even halfway open Abbie had locked eyes with me and in an instant I saw a half dozen emotions cross her eyes. Surprise, recognition, intrigue, hesitation, disappointment, shame. I felt myself tighten ever so slightly around my fingers when our eyes met. The door slammed shut harder than Abbie intended, the echo audible in rooms all down the hallway.