“What. The. Fuck?” Jess says, completely stunned. We quickly get underneath the covers, hoping she didn’t see us about to fuck for the second time tonight.
“Hey, Jess! How was your weekend?” Emma blurts out, trying to break the awkwardness.
“Don’t ‘Hey, Jess!’ me. What the fuck are you doing?” She growls back. My roommate Jess is a very blunt person. Honestly, I think she’s a bitch. However, she is quite stunning. She has short brown hair that just barely reaches her shoulders. She has a curvy figure and always dresses to compliment it.
Confession: I’ve had some fantasies about her while I was questioning my sexuality. At night she likes to walk around in a thin tank top, I can see her perky breasts right through it. If she’s wearing any pants, they’re always tight shorts. Most of the time she’s completely comfortable going without pants, exposing me to her vast collection of lacy underwear. I’ve caught myself day dreaming about getting to slip them off of her more times than I’d like to admit.