A few years ago, I went to an all girls religious boarding school. Unsurprisingly, I was pretty clueless sexually. I was in a class of 35 girls and we all slept in a huge dorm with bunk beds. I knew I was horny pretty often, but I couldn’t figure out how to scratch that itch. That’s exactly where this night becomes pretty eventful.
It began with all of us switching beds. I moved to the last top bunk in the row with another girl sleeping right next to me. The beds were rather small, and the only thing separating us was a single metal rod in between our mattresses. I used to occasionally check her out in her underwear when we had to change. She was petite. 5’2”, black hair, light brown skin, small perky tits. I imagined touching her soft skin, kissing her everywhere.
The lights turned off and it was just both of us in the back corner, so we began whispering. I had a habit of touching myself at night as a way to get rid of that horny feeling, but never to full satisfaction. I never had an orgasm. If anything, sliding my fingers along my hips and waist and grinding my legs together was almost like orgasm denial. I would get so close to something, without ever experiencing any payoff. This was another one of those horny nights.
I couldn’t help myself, so I began slipping my fingers through my pants and under my bra. It was dark so I assumed she wouldn’t have been able to see anything. Oh boy, was I wrong. I slowly traced my nipples and felt them get hard to my touch. After a few minutes, out of the blue, she asked me, “Why do you keep putting your hands in your shirt?” My face turned red. Hopefully she couldn’t see that too. Anyways, why was she even staring at my chest? How do I even respond? Uhhh. *Think fast.*
“Oh, I was just fixing my bra.”
“You wear a bra to sleep? Just take it off.” At this point, our faces were only a couple of inches away from each other’s. All of a sudden, she grabbed my hand that was in my pants and brought it to her chest on top of her shirt. She pushed my hand down onto her. I felt her tits. Squeezed them a bit. Her nipples were poking through. Every curve was accentuated. She was right. No bra. There was one thin layer between my hand and her tits. Only one layer.
“See?” she whispered. I nodded and my breathing started getting heavier. She was perfectly calm, though. She didn’t flinch as she moved my hand all across her body under her shirt. I started feeling a tingling sensation in my pussy. I started to get wet.
“Hey, let me feel yours now,” she muttered in my ear. It was breathy and so fucking hot. Before I even had a chance to process what was happening, she brought her other hand to my chest and finally slipped off my bra and tugged on my nipple. No way was that an accident. A little moan escaped my lips. No fucking way. I was in a room of 33 other people. I didn’t want whatever this was to stop, but I didn’t know what to do next either. As if on cue, she moved her attention away from my tits and to my pussy. Her fingers lingered right above my clit. The tease was killing me. Between my heavy breaths, I managed to let out a “Wha-what are you doing?”
“Helping you out with whatever you were already doing.” She let out a little chuckle and seemed to know exactly where this was going. Clueless me just had to trust. I had a finger in my mouth in case she did something that would force me to moan again.
“Oh god, you’re so wet. Did I turn you on that much?” she teased. I blushed.
“Mhm.” She did, in fact, turn me on that much. She began circling her fingers around my clit and finally began rubbing faster. I squirmed and felt that familiar build-up. She slid one and then two fingers inside my pussy, pumping deep, without letting go of my clit. The combination was driving me wild. She knew exactly what would tick me off. *Fuck.* I was close. I held onto that metal rod. My eyelids closed while my eyes rolled back into my head. My back arched and my pussy clenched, both of her fingers still inside. My toes curled and I shook for a few seconds. All the while, she didn’t move her fingers. She felt it all. It felt like my whole body got electrocuted, but the end result was relief instead of death. I couldn’t move for a few seconds after that. When I was finally able to speak coherently, I thanked her, and then we both fell asleep almost immediately.
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