The Best Roommate

by Samantha Whitney

Copyright 2011 Samantha Whitney
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"I'm so hungry." I whined as I walked to the kitchen. I heard my stomach growl like it was about to eat itself.

It was a beautiful Saturday morning in March. The last snowfall was in the middle of February and the enormous heap of snow in the middle of the parking lot had finally melted down to a dark pile of mush. It was the first nice day after a seemingly endless winter.

It felt nice to walk around the apartment wearing my short pajama bottoms and a thin top without the need to adjust the thermostat. My roommate, Ellie, and I had worn thermal underwear and sweatshirts for months. The insulation in our apartment complex was practically nonexistent.

I held the refrigerator door open long enough to see it was time to go shopping, although neither of us felt like it. We were pretty good about sharing the grocery bill. Of all the roommates I'd ever had, Ellie was the coolest - total opposite of the royal bitches of my past. I dreaded the end of the semester because Ellie hadn't decided where she was going for grad school. I hoped she'd stay at State but she had several options; she needed to make a decision soon. I still had one year until the end of my undergraduate psych program. I really wanted to live with Ellie until I graduated.

As my stomach churned even more, I drank a glass of water to hopefully calm down my stomach. The bright light streaming in through the large kitchen windows inspired me. Maybe I should go out to eat and then go to the grocery store. I hoped I could talk Ellie into going with me. We could walk to the little diner across the street, then come back and get in my car and go to the store. I despised going to the grocery store hungry. It was 10:35 a.m. according to the microwave. It seemed like a nice day for a late breakfast.

I walked quickly to Ellie’s room and knocked once....no response. Then I listened for any sign of life. I knew she’d gotten home really late the night before after breaking up with Mitch, her boyfriend of two months.

Is she still asleep? If she couldn’t go to the diner with me, I'd need to know soon. Otherwise my stomach was gonna declare war on me.

"Hello?" I asked as I slowly opened the door to her room.

A few seconds later I stood there, frozen like a deer catching a glimpse of oncoming headlights, before I heard a scream.

I only saw her for a few seconds before I slammed the door shut again but the image was already burnt into my memory. She lay on her bed, naked from the waist down. Her legs were spread wide and bent at the knees. Her hand moved quickly and she touched herself between her legs. She looked terrified when she saw me standing there, like the victim in a horror movie who knows she’s about to be bludgeoned to death.

I had never walked in on anybody while they were masturbating before. I bit my lip in excitement as I turned away from her door.

If she hadn't noticed me standing there I would have already gone to my bedroom to take care of the sudden urge I had to fuck myself senseless. Secretly, I wished she hadn’t seen me. I would’ve loved to have watched her for a little while longer.

I’m not a voyeur, am I? I pondered the question as Ellie’s image lingered in my mind.

Ellie ran out of her bedroom wearing sweatpants and the same white shirt she wore when I caught her a few seconds earlier. "Joanna! Why didn't you knock?"

I felt terrible for the thought I just had about watching her. She was obviously upset. Damn it!! I just lost my roommate.

"I'm sorry. I knocked, I promise,” I said.

She hung her head. I thought she might cry. Her behavior was that of a little girl, ashamed about getting caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to do, afraid she was going to get in trouble. Except, in this situation, what she was doing was totally fine - healthy, in my opinion.

“What's the big deal, Ell? It's not like you're the only one who does it," I said, hoping to comfort her.

"That's not the point! I can never look at you the same again!” Her eyes anxiously darted from the floor to the window, then back to the floor. Her face was red with embarrassment.

I took a deep breath. "Don't be embarrassed, please? I'm really cool with it." Damn, if she only knew how cool with it I really was.

"Well, I'm not cool with it. It's humiliating. Maybe I should just move out." She ran to her room and slammed the door.

I went to her bedroom door. This time I knocked, loudly. She didn't answer.

I knocked again, as loud as I could until my knuckles hurt. The doors were as paper-thin as the walls in that cheap apartment complex. I knew she could hear me.

My last resort was screaming. "Ellie, I'm sorry! I came to your room earlier to ask if you wanted to get something to eat with me. I'm hungry and we have nothing in the house."

No answer.

"Come on, Ell! You can’t stay locked in there forever. Please come out and talk to me!" I stopped to take a breath. “I’m so sorry. I don’t wanna lose you as a roommate over this. It was an honest mistake.”

I stood there for several minutes. The thoughts I had about watching her masturbate earlier were replaced with thoughts of dread over finding a new roommate. But I knew I had to stand my ground and make her talk about this before she spent too much time alone, thinking about how wrong it was that she was masturbating. I wondered if she was upset I caught her in such a private moment, or if she had some deep-rooted guilt about getting herself off once in a while.

Ellie was a little uptight. It struck me as I stood outside her room that she might be the type who felt bad every time she did it.

Finally, the door opened. Ellie looked down at the floor, sheepishly. Her cheeks were bright red.

"I'm sorry." It felt like the millionth time I'd said it.

"It's okay. I'm just so embarrassed.” Her eyes looked like they were filled with tears, although I couldn’t tell for sure because she still refused to make direct eye contact with me.

I sighed. “Are you embarrassed because I caught you, or because you think it’s wrong to touch yourself?”

Her lips pursed as she looked into my eyes for a second. “I’m not sure. Maybe both.” She looked down at the floor again.

“Ellie, you don’t need to be embarrassed. I do it, too. I’m pretty sure everyone does it.”

"But have you ever been caught like that?" she asked. “Because if you have, maybe you’d understand what I’m going through.”

"No, and it's surprising." I pause to laugh before continuing. "Because I do it all the time. You'd think someone would've caught me by now." I had masturbated during sex in the past but I’d never had someone walk in on me in while I was alone.

Ellie giggled. "Really?" She smiled, finally able to look me in the eye for more than a second.

"Yeah." I laughed. "Would it help if you walked in on me? Would it make you feel better?" I laughed even harder at my sarcastic comment.

Ellie’s face lit up. She stared at me, her eyes narrowed.

"Actually, I’m pretty sure that would make me feel better. We’d be even.”

My mouth dropped open as I heard her words. It was the last thing I expected her to say.

I was surprised by how much the idea turned me. My own roommate, on whom I already had a bit of a girl crush, wanted me to masturbate in front of her. I was instantly wet.

I didn’t have to think about it for more than a few seconds. "Okay," I said. "But I'm really gonna go for it. What you did was nothing compared to what I'm gonna do."

"Okay!" She seemed relieved. "It's not fair that you've caught me...... playing.... and I haven't caught you."

"You mean, masturbating, Ellie?" I laughed. Saying the word out loud turned me on even more.

She stared back down at the floor, her cheeks flushed again.

As we stood there in awkward silence my eyes wandered up and down her body. She was about my height but she was built much smaller than me. I always hovered around a size 8 or 10. Ellie had to have been a 2 or a 4. But she had these perky little breasts that made me want to touch them as she stood there, looking embarrassed. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her white shirt clung to her chest. It looked like a very comfortable shirt she’d probably owned for years, since before her chest developed. Not that she was what I’d call busty, but I was sure those perky B cups didn’t get any complaints from the guys she dated. They sure wouldn’t have gotten any complaints from me.

My own boobs were bigger than hers - C cup, bordering on a D. But mine didn’t elicit complaints from the men around campus either, even if they weren’t as perky and cute as hers. I wondered what it was like to look like her, to be built so small with perky boobs instead of my curvy, fleshy body. Not that I was jealous of her. I just liked to check her out once in a while.

Ellie made an appearance in my fantasies quite regularly - something I knew I could never tell her. I realized an hour after meeting her last year that, unlike me, she was uptight, sexually. In high school my friends considered me to be their personal sex therapist. It carried over into college. Ellie and I had discussions once in a while but the topics were usually pretty vanilla. Things like: how to comfortably have anal sex, how to compensate for a guy with a small penis, places on campus to have sex in public without getting caught. Never had we discussed juicy stuff like masturbation or, dare I say it, physical attraction to the same sex.

I wondered sometimes if I was too liberated. I considered myself bisexual to an extent but I rejected labels. If I met someone and there was a mutual attraction, I let things take their natural course whether they were male or female. The last sexual encounter I had was with Trevor and Ashley, a really cute couple I met at a keg party at the end of last semester. We went back to his place, which happened to be a room at a frat house, and had the most amazing threesome for hours. Ashley had always wanted to have sex with a woman and Trevor was more than willing to make it happen for her. But she felt bad about it later and said she didn’t want to do it again, much to my dismay. Trevor still called me and sent text messages once in a while, trying to lure me to his room while she was there, hoping she’d change her mind. But I got the impression she wasn’t really there and he wanted to cheat on her. So I never followed up.

Since then I had gone into sexual hibernation. I never felt as horny during the winter as I did the rest of the year. I hated cold weather and hoped to go to graduate school someplace where it was sunny and warm. But, of course, I did have my drawer of toys in my room to keep me occupied. The more I thought about it, I realized Ellie must be deaf or she would've heard the vibrations and moaning coming from my room on a daily basis. I had to get off at least once a day, sometimes more. I tried to keep the moaning to a minimum but there were times I couldn’t help myself.

Ellie stood in front of me, silently staring at the floor. I wasn’t sure how long I’d been lost in thought. I was afraid she was already changing her mind.

“Ellie? You still wanna do this ?” Oh man, I sure hope so...

She looked startled. “Okay then. How do you wanna do this ?"

"Let me think." I was getting wetter by the second. My clit was already tingling, beckoning for my touch. "Give me three minutes. Then open my bedroom door. But don't expect me to stop what I’m doing, okay? I’m not shy like you.” I smiled. She let out a short, nervous giggle, her face red again. “That’s fine. I’ll be in there in a few minutes.”

Without another word, I ran off to my room. I couldn't get there fast enough. I practically slammed the door shut and looked at the clock on my dresser. It said 11:06. I wasn't sure what to do. Should I get out a vibrator? A dildo? Get on my hands and knees ? Play with my tits? I only had three more minutes to decide.

My stomach let out another growl but I ignored it. A wimpy little thing like hunger couldn’t compete with what was going on a little further south of my stomach…

I rummaged through my toy drawer and found one of my old favorites - a purple vibrator, very plain, but it had some amazing settings... and fresh batteries.

I knew I had to take off all of my clothes instead of just my bottoms like Ellie had that morning. I was determined to outdo her in every way - not only to make her feel better about what happened, but because I knew I might not ever get another opportunity like this with her.

The clock said 11:08. I pulled down my pajama shorts and my underwear and kicked them onto the floor, then took my shirt off over my head. I wasn't wearing a bra.

My bed was unmade. I pushed the covers off to the side and lay there, completely exposed, legs spread wide toward the door. I laid the vibrator beside me but for some reason I didn't feel like using it. I decided my fingers would do just fine. Gently, I rubbed the lips of my smooth pussy, teasing myself. I used my left hand to squeeze my left nipple. Then I gently massaged my clit. The thought of getting caught on purpose had me soaked.

The time on the clock was 11:12. Ellie still hadn't caught me. She's probably shy. My fingers found their way inside my pussy. I gently fucked myself, using my thumb to massage my clit. I knew I had to pace myself or I’d get off before Ellie opened the door. I couldn’t remember the last time I was so horny.

Finally, the door swung wide open. Ellie stood there, her eyes wide, her mouth hanging open.

"Hey roomie." I was breathless. I looked her straight in the eyes as my fingers squeezed my nipples and rubbed my swollen clit. "Told you I wouldn't stop when you caught me."

"I guess we're even now," she said, her eyes making their way down my body.

"Yes, we are." I rubbed my clit, slowly, then quickly. Then I reached my fingers inside myself again. I moaned as my left hand rubbed my nipple and squeezed it. My nipples were extra sensitive that day and I couldn’t stop touching them. Most of the time I didn’t feel the need to touch them at all.

I looked at Ellie. She stared at my pussy, her mouth open. "I can't believe you're doing this in front of me."

"Well, you could always close the door if you don’t wanna watch," I said, breathing heavily. "Do you feel better now?"

"Oh yes, definitely. You really do like to do this, huh?" I thought I heard a bit of excitement in her voice.

"Yes. I love it," I said. "You should see my toy drawer."

"Mmmm..." she moaned. And then slowly, she put her hand under her shirt, making her way to her nipple.

"Don't be shy, Ell," I said. I had to slow down. The sight of her touching her nipple almost made me come.

She pulled her pants down, slowly, never taking her eyes off my fingers as they traced the outside of my pussy, taking their time. I noticed she wasn't wearing panties.

Then she pulled her shirt off. Damn, she looked good naked. I had to slow down even more as the sight of her gorgeous body made my pussy ache. I wondered how she might react if I threw her down on the bed and put my mouth between her legs.

She put her left foot up on a chair I kept by the door. Her right hand reached down between her legs to rub herself. I smiled as I stopped to watch her.

“Why did you stop?” she asked. She started to draw her hand away from between her thighs.

“No! Go ahead. I just wanted to watch you, that’s all. I don’t wanna get off too soon.” I laughed.

Ellie smiled and reached between her thighs again, using one finger to trace from her clit down to her opening, and then back up again, slowly. Her left hand found its way to her perky right breast. I was so jealous of that hand. There was something so sexy about her tits. I thought about reaching out and massaging both of them, feeling her hard nipples between my fingers.

The thought of it made me reach for my own nipples again. I used a hand on each of them, pinching my nipples.

She moved her hand from her breast long enough to brush her long, dark hair away from her face and tuck it behind her ear.

I'd always been attracted to Ellie on some level, but seeing her naked and uninhibited made me appreciate her in a whole new way. It also turned me on that her gorgeous pussy was completely hairless, like mine. I wondered if she was as fond of Brazilian waxes as I was. I'd had a lot of roommates, but I'd never had the pleasure of seeing any of them as intimately as I saw Ellie that day.

I lay on the bed watching her, my hands roughly working my tits. I knew if I touched my clit I'd have an orgasm immediately. I wanted to wait to see if I could come at the same time as Ellie. I was afraid if she heard me get off she might take it as a cue to stop.

I knew it was a big deal for her to masturbate in front of me. Part of my new, throbbing desire for Ellie was because she was finally liberating herself. She went from being embarrassed and humiliated after I caught her fingering herself in her room, to boldly fondling herself, standing naked in front of me, her pussy proudly on display. I didn't want to push my luck with her. I was afraid she might still be a little bit skittish.

With her legs spread wide it was easy for me to imagine how she might feel under my tongue.

“You’ll have to wash those sheets, Jo!” Ellie laughed.

I smiled. “It’s okay. Totally worth it.”

“Do you always get so wet?” she asked.

“I don't know.” It turned me on even more that she was bold enough to ask such a question. I hadn’t expected any of this. I thought once she opened the door and caught me she’d slam it shut and go away, then later pretend none of that morning's events had even happened. I had no idea she'd be standing in front of me, unashamed, analyzing me in such an intimate fashion.

Ellie’s fingers focused on her clit. It looked like her hand was shaking. I heard her moan softly. She took her left hand from her nipple and used it to keep her labia spread wide as her right hand rubbed her clit with two fingers.

I couldn’t ignore the urge to copy what she was doing. My pussy ached to be touched. I reached down between my legs with both hands and used my left hand to spread my lips apart, putting my swollen clit on display.

“Oooooh!” Ellie squealed as I was about to get my fingers wet.

I paused. “You like what you see?” I asked, secretly hopeful.

“Mmmm…” she moaned. “Yeah. I’ve never seen another woman up close like this before, in person.” Her body heaved as she masturbated. Her hips rocked back and forth; her whole arm moved as she rubbed herself.

I thought about asking her to touch my clit as I held my lips open but immediately realized it was a selfish desire. She was finally enjoying the act of self-love and I wanted her to go for it. But I knew I had to figure out a way to get her to let me explore her sexy body – soon.

I couldn’t hold myself back any longer, even though I knew Ellie's gaze was fixed between my open thighs. My fingers were drawn to my pussy like a magnet. I reached down and lubricated my fingers for a few seconds. Damn, she was right. I was soaked. Then with my wet fingers, I touched my clit, immediately rubbing it as fast possible.

Ellie and I both moaned as we looked at others hands moving in between our legs. My eyes moved up to her breasts again, wishing she would bend over me and put one in my mouth so I could lick her hard nipples. I imagined how they might feel as my tongue slowly glided around them.

I moved my eyes up to Ellie’s face. She had no trouble making eye contact with me anymore. She licked her bottom lip and bit it as she watched me moan. I wondered if she could tell how much I wanted her.

Just as I was about to orgasm, I heard Ellie moaning wildly. Beautiful high pitched shrieks of joy emanated from her throat.

“Yes!” I screamed. “Mmmm… Ellie!” I rubbed myself as hard as I could as my orgasm rippled through my entire body. I said Ellie’s name a few more times, hearing her moan even louder each time I said it. I wasn't usually the multi-orgasmic type, but I estimate I had at least three that morning.

I lay on the bed, trying to catch my breath.

“Yeah,” I said. “I love it when guys tell me they wanna watch me. It's so much fun.” I paused.

“I’ll be right back,” Ellie said, running out of the room. I hoped it wasn’t a bad sign.

I took a few deep breaths as I recovered. Part of me wondered if I was dreaming. I sure didn’t want to wake up if I was. I was curious about what else Ellie might be interested in trying for the first time that day.

She came back into the room a few minutes later. “Sorry,” she said. “I had to towel off a little bit.”

She sat down next to me on the bed. And, to my delight, she was still naked.

“Ellie, you really surprised me,” I said. “I figured you’d slam the door shut when you caught me on the bed.”

She giggled as she lay down on my bed on her side, turning toward me. That beautiful naked body was only about a foot away. I wanted to touch her so badly… I turned toward her, propping my head up on my arm.

She smiled. “I wasn’t sure what I’d do either. I was kinda grossed out by the idea at first but I knew I needed to see you like you saw me earlier today or I’d never get over it. But then as I thought about it, the idea grew on me. And I was still really horny from earlier because I never finished what I started.”

“Mmm,” I moaned. “You seem a lot more open about things than you did earlier. I’m shocked how you really let loose.”

Ellie's eyebrows furrowed. “Did you not enjoy it?”

“That’s not what I meant!” I said. “I’m really proud of you. It was hot as hell.”

“Thank you.” She smiled. “I had no idea how much fun it could be. Have you ever….” her voice got quiet, “masturbated in front of another girl before?”

“I’m so glad you finally said the word!”

Ellie blushed and gave me a big grin. “Well, I did drink a huge glass of wine before I came in here!”

Ahhh, that explains it. But I didn't care.

“Are you drunk?” I asked.

“Maybe just a little.” She winked. “So tell me, have you ever masturbated in front of another girl before?”

“No. I’ve had guys watch me but it was nothing like what we just did.”

“Guys have watched you?”

“Not as much fun as doing it in front of you though.”

“You’re so open, Joanna. I wish I was more like that.”

Yeah, I thought. I wish you were too. I’d have you naked all the damned time…

I sighed. “You could be, Ellie. You’ve made a good start here. Why were you so ashamed about touching yourself?”

She frowned a little. “Well, I don’t know how much you wanna hear….”

“Tell me! You need to get past it, whatever it is. It’s really common to be embarrassed about it. I’m the one who’s a freak.” I laughed. Truly, most people I knew were shocked about the places my conversations would go. I had a pretty good sense about what people wanted or needed to talk about. I was often a sounding board for people’s issues, which was the reason I majored in psychology. They opened up to me quite easily once they realized I would listen without passing judgment.

Ellie took a deep breath. “Well, I was twelve years old. And I had just discovered masturbation. It was maybe my tenth time doing it. I read about it in a magazine at a doctor’s office when I went with my mom to an appointment. I think it was Cosmo. That afternoon at home I tried it and loved it. I felt weird about it though, for some reason. The article in the magazine was all about how healthy it was and stuff.”

She looked down at the bed, sadly. I waited for her to continue.

“So, anyway,” she said, “this one time a few weeks later I was doing it and my mom walked in on me! I thought I had the door locked. I was under a sheet. She opened my door and before I knew what was going on, she turned the lights on. I tried to lie and tell her I was doing something else, but then she got mad at me for lying. My family was religious and strict. She told me I was sinning, and it was really bad and I should never do it again.”

“I’m so sorry,” I said.

“Yeah. And then she spanked me, really hard. I didn’t get spanked very often. Not compared to my brothers, at least. They were in trouble all the time. I hadn’t been spanked in probably a year before that night. It made me even more embarrassed because usually Dad was the one who spanked us if he was home. He and my brothers heard Mom yelling at me and spanking me and wondered what was going on. Mom never told them what I did, as far as I know.” She looked at me. “I’ve never told anybody about it before.”

“Wow,” I said, “I’m honored you would tell me. I hope you realize how wrong your mom was.”

“Yeah, I do. I’ve thought about that night for years.”

“No wonder you felt ashamed every time. I’m so sorry. You probably have a really negative view of spanking, too,” I said.

A slow smile crept across her face. “Well, actually, not really. I was really ashamed of what happened for a long time, but after a while I started to think about that spanking as I played with myself. I don’t know why. I’m actually pretty into it. So, I’m not as innocent as you think. That’s my one weird thing. I love to be spanked. That’s why I waited so long to break up with Mitch.”

My mouth dropped open. “What? You were only with him because he spanked you?”

She nodded. “Yes. He loved it. Sex was so good with him. But nothing else was good. The last few weeks were excruciating.”

“What? You realize you don’t have to date a guy to have sex with him, right?”

“I know, Joanna. But I’m not like that. I try to be monogamous. I didn’t wanna just call Mitch once in a while for sex, wondering who he else he was with besides me that week. It just feels gross to me.”

“You realize he could have been cheating anyway? Just because you say you’re dating, it doesn’t mean people don’t cheat.”

She sighed. “I know, I know. It just makes me feel better.”

“So that’s why you’ve dated so many guys ? You always have a boyfriend.”

Ellie smiled. “It’s because I’m horny all the time and I felt bad about masturbating! That is, until today.”

“Well, good!” There were so many things I wanted to say or ask. I thought about asking if she’d have sex with me once in a while. Then I thought it was probably too bold a question right then. I wanted ask if she'd like to try some of my sex toys, but I didn’t want to make assumptions she didn’t have some of her own. And I wasn't sure how much wine she drank. Would she even remember any of this later? She didn't seem drunk - just really happy.

“Damn!” Ellie interrupted my thoughts. She stared at my chest. “Your tits are huge!”

I was excited by the sudden interest she had in my tits. “They’re not that big. About a C cup, although some days they seem like a D.”

“Try having these little things,” she said, looking down at her chest.

“What are you talking about? I love your tits. They’re so perky. See how mine point down at the floor? Yours point directly in front of you. They’re very nice.”

Ellie grinned. “Thank you. I’m glad you like them.”

I was about to ask if I could touch them when my stomach growled.

“Shit!” I screamed. It really caught me off guard, especially when my thoughts were consumed with my roommates amazing breasts. “I need to eat.”

“It’s okay. Don’t we have something in the kitchen?” she asked, jumping off the bed.

I was afraid I'd missed my chance with her. But at least she was still naked. This was a good sign.

I followed her into the kitchen. Ellie opened up a cabinet and found a few cans of soup.

“Joanna!” Her tone was scolding. “We have stuff to eat. Here, let’s make this.”

I looked at the bottle of wine sitting on the counter, next to the large glass she must've used. It was a cheap pink Chablis I forgot we had. She didn't drink as much as I thought. The bottle was more than two-thirds full. But, at her size, I figured she was probably a lightweight.

I groaned. “I hate soup. I don’t like any of the food we have in here.”

“You know, you’re awfully whiny for someone so desperate for food,” she said, using the electric can opener on a can of chicken noodle soup. “I would've gotten my butt smacked for that when I was a kid.” She smiled at me as she poured the soup into a bowl then put it in the microwave.

Is this a hint? “What are you trying to say?” I asked, admiring her body as she turned around from the microwave to face me.

She shrugged. “You could use a good spanking once in a while. I’ve lived with you long enough to know that.”

“What?” I was surprised, and also very turned on. “What about me makes you think I need to be spanked?”

“Well,” she said, “you don’t like to clean. You hate to take out the garbage. You whine about food. You act like a baby sometimes.”

“I can’t believe you! I do not!” Ellie laughed. “See? You’re doing it right now.” She opened a drawer and took out a plastic spatula. “I should bend you over and use this on you.” Her half-smile told me she was testing me to see what I thought. Her eyebrows were raised, her eyes fixed on mine.

“Hmmm.” I stood there, meeting her gaze, fighting the urge to let my eyes wander back down to the rest of her body. “If you think you need to spank me, you should spank me.”

She swallowed, then licked her lips as she looked at the spatula. She put the spatula on the counter and walked closer to me. “Stay right there and turn around,” she said.

I immediately turned around. Her sudden boldness was sexy as hell. And I was immensely thankful for the bottles of cheap wine I'd received as birthday and Christmas presents over the past year or so.

“Now bend over,” she said.

I bent at the waist. “How far?” I wasn’t touching my toes, but my ass was definitely on display as I bent as far forward as I could.

“That should do it,” she said. She put one hand on my back, and used her other hand to smack me hard on the thickest part of my left cheek.

“Ooooh!” Her hand stung me pretty good. I was surprised she didn't use the spatula. I started to stand up straight.

“No no no!” she said. “I’m not done with you.” I bent over again, and she smacked me really hard and fast, at least ten times in a row, randomly hitting both of my cheeks.

I let out an “Oooh!” with each smack. “Can I stand up yet?” I asked.

“Hmmm…. No.” She drew her hand back and spanked me again, slapping me another ten times or so, this time hitting the backs of my legs a little, and the area right around my pussy. Her hand rested there when she was finished, rubbing it soothingly.

“Wow, I can see how wet you are,” she said. I could tell she was smiling, even though I couldn't see her face. The fact she was looking at my pussy from that angle got me even wetter. “You like to be spanked, like me?”

I didn’t dare stand up yet. I enjoyed the feeling of her hand on my ass, wondering if her fingers would take the plunge. “Yes, I do. A lot.”

“Good. I’ve always wanted to spank someone.”

“You’ve never done that before?” I asked.

“No, have you?”

“No, come to think of it,” I said, still bent over, baring everything for her to see.

Just then the microwave went off. I stood up as Ellie moved her hand to take the soup out and set it on the counter. “Nope. I haven’t until today. I'm usually on the receiving end. I figure it’s a great day for trying new things.” She laughed.

“I’ve never had another girl spank me before. You're really good at it,” I said. “Anytime you think I need it, let me know.” I wished she knew I was talking about so much more than spanking. I also hoped she'd remember our conversation later.

“Sure. I’ve actually thought about spanking you a lot. Especially when you whine like you just did.”

I didn’t know whether I should be offended or happy. I consciously chose happy. “Does that mean I get to spank you, too, if I think you need it?” I asked.

“Yes! Of course!” Ellie's eyes had a sparkle I'd never seen in them before.

She sat the warm bowl of soup on the counter in front of us and got two spoons out of a drawer, handing one to me.

“Thank you for making this,” I said, already gulping down my first spoonful. “And thanks for not making it too hot.” I wiped a drop of soup off my chest with my bare hand. I'd never tried to eat soup while I was naked before.

Ellie chuckled as she brought the spoon to her lips. “Yeah, it's a little weird to eat this naked, huh? I never realized how tricky it is not to let it drip.”

Her arm brushed against mine many times as we stood there eating the big bowl of soup in front of us. It was wild to be naked with Ellie, casually eating in the kitchen like that. I wanted to ask her if she was only like this because of the alcohol, or if maybe she was just too shy to show me this side of herself until today. I was afraid to let myself think about it too much - afraid to get my hopes up that we might be embarking upon a new chapter in our lives together as roommates.

Ellie put her spoon down and poured some wine into the glass on the counter she'd used earlier. She took a few sips before handing it to me.

“Thanks,” I said. I gladly drank more than a few gulps before she grabbed it back from me and started guzzling it down. I didn't mind. I knew I should probably feel bad for letting her get drunk so I could continue to enjoy this side of her. But I also knew I might never get this chance again.

She finished off the glass and sat it down on the counter, then poured another half glass and handed it to me. I drank it quickly before she could grab it from me again.

Ellie grinned at me as I picked up my spoon to finish off the soup. I tried to focus on eating and not on her scrumptious body standing next to me.

While gazing beside me at Ellie's tits - which were my new fascination - I carelessly dribbled a huge spoonful down the front of my body, almost missing my mouth entirely.

“Shit!” I looked down at myself. Most of it was on my right breast. The rest of it flowed down between my breasts, to my stomach. Thankfully, it was only slightly warmer than room temperature.

Ellie quickly grabbed a paper towel and started to hand it to me. But instead, she looked in my eyes, half-smiling, “I better help you with this. You seem a little clumsy today.”

She ran water in the sink just a second to dampen the paper towel, then stood in front of me, carefully examining my body. She dabbed at the bottom of the spill on my stomach, then slowly worked her way up to my chest. The towel felt cold against my skin.

She gave me a sweet little smile then threw away the paper towel and ripped a few more off the roll, wetting them under the faucet like she had before. I looked down and noticed I was already clean. But that didn't mean I was going to stop her.

Ellie stood in front of me. She placed the wet towel against my stomach, making me inhale, sharply.

“I'm sorry! Is this okay?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “It's just a little cold but I'm already used to it.”

“Good. I need to make sure you're nice and clean.”

She gently rubbed the towel along my stomach, making me giggle. I was very ticklish. She grinned at me as she moved the towel up to my breasts.

Ellie lifted my right breast with one hand, her other hand running the paper towel from the middle of my chest to the underside of my breast in a circular pattern. She repeated the pattern slowly and deliberately, over and over, each time coming closer to my nipple. Her face was right in front of me - so close I could have easily kissed her. I admired the way her long brown hair settled on her shoulders.

I felt my desire for her building each time she ran the towel over me. Was she just trying to tease me? I fought the urge to reach down between her legs to feel her smooth, pretty pussy.

I lost my breath as the towel touched my nipple.

“Sorry. Are you alright?” Ellie asked. She looked directly into my eyes, moving the damp towel around my nipple at a pace I can only describe as painfully slow. I could tell by the evil little grin on her face she knew she was teasing me - seeing how far she could push me.

“What are you trying to do to me, Ell?” I had never been teased like that for so long before.

“What do you mean?” she asked, doing a horrible job of trying to sound innocent. “I'm just making sure you're all clean.”

I sighed. “I'm pretty sure I didn't get anything on my nipple.” I loved the way she touched me but it was frustrating. I needed to move on to something more intense or have her stop altogether. She'd gotten me too worked up.

Ellie's eyes got huge. “I'm just trying to help you, Joanna. I think you might need another spanking for being so ungrateful.” She tossed the towel onto the counter and turned to walk out of the room.

I froze. Ellie knew exactly what she was doing, I could tell. I was shocked at myself for not picking up on this side of her months ago. I was usually quite perceptive about such things. It didn't take much wine to unleash her kinkiness.

I stared at her sexy naked ass as she walked away from me. She turned her head over her shoulder. “Come on!”

I thought I was gonna fall over from shock. Prudish, little, self-disciplined Ellie who had excellent grades and always had a boyfriend was now naked, demanding me to follow her into another room where she could spank me?

This is one of the best days of my entire life.

I slowly followed her, my eyes running up and down her tight, sexy body. Her ass was small, rounded in the cutest little shape. All I could think about was bending her over so I could get on my knees behind her and lick her pussy.

And suddenly, as I walked behind her, I realized I was pretty tipsy. The pink Chablis was much more potent than I remembered. And the fact I'd barely eaten anything but a half can of soup didn't help. It made me wonder if Ellie might be in worse shape than I thought.

My conscience suddenly got the better of me. I didn't want to take advantage of her. Well, actually, I did want to. I wanted to throw her down on my bed and lick every part of her body. But I was ashamed of myself.

“Ellie, are you really drunk?” I asked. She led me to my bedroom, stopping at the side of my bed. She turned around to face me.

“I'm buzzed but I'm okay. Do I sound drunk to you?” she asked.

“Not really, I guess.”

She looked me deep in the eyes. “Joanna, don't worry about it. I'm a little drunk but I can make my own decisions.” She thought for a second, looking down at the floor, sheepishly. Then her eyes rose to meet mine again. “Hopefully soon I won't need any wine to help me along. I'm really grateful to you.”

“I don't know what to say, Ell.” It was so sweet...

“Then don't say anything. Just bend over and get ready for your punishment, you ungrateful little brat.” Ellie's eyes twinkled as she smiled – a beautiful, evil smile.

I giggled with anticipation. Just being in the same room – naked - with her was a total rush. Having her boss me around so she could administer a spanking was practically mind-blowing.

I turned away from her like I had in the kitchen. I bent forward as far as I could, grabbing the back of my legs.

“Mmm.” I heard her moan. She stood beside me. A few seconds later I felt her hand hit the back of my thigh.

It barely stung. I stayed there, waiting for the next one.

Her hand landed right below my ass, at the very top of my thighs.

“Oooh!” I yelped, enjoying the way my flesh cried out in pain.

“Hmm.” Ellie sounded like she was thinking. “Stand up.”

I stood up, probably too quickly. My head felt a little dizzy. I blamed it on the wine.

She sat down on the chair near the door. “Bend over my knee.”

“I think I might hurt you, Ell. I'm heavier than you think.” I could imagine my thick body on top of her tiny legs, crushing them.

“Well, maybe I'm tougher than you think!”

I stood there beside the chair, wondering if I should bend forward as she requested.

“Come on!” she yelled. “Don't make me get the belt, young lady!” She looked very stern. And, as drunk as she was, I feared she might actually get a belt. I loved to be spanked but I knew a whipping with a belt from Drunk Ellie might be too much for me.

I gulped, then slowly bent over her knee, trying not to let my full weight rest on her legs.

“Mmmm,” she moaned. “You're not too heavy at all.”

“I'm trying to keep my weight off of you.”

Ellie gave me a really hard, loud smack. “I told you, I'm tougher than you think. And you're not that heavy! Just let me do this or, I swear, you're really gonna get it.”

I reluctantly let my body rest on hers. I saw my long red hair touch the carpet as my hands reached down to brace myself.

“That's better,” she said. “You're still not too heavy for me.”

I felt her hand rubbing my butt, inches away from my pussy, which ached from too much arousal and lack of attention. I wondered if this was what it felt like when a guy had blue balls. Even though I’d just gotten off earlier, I was ready to go again because of Ellie.

I didn't feel her hand anymore. I knew she had drawn it back. I braced myself, anxiously anticipating what was about to come.

Suddenly, her hand landed sharply on my ass, right above my pussy. I moaned.

She gently rubbed the area she'd just smacked. Then she drew her hand back again and it landed below my pussy. I moaned again, my pussy aching even more. When she was finished, I knew I was going to have to do something about the ache, even if it meant diving into my toy drawer.

Ellie drew her hand back again, this time giving me five sharp slaps in a row, each of them landing in the same place on my left cheek. I was surprised at how much they stung.

“Ow!” I screamed.

She waited a few seconds, and I felt five slaps on my right cheek as sharp as the ones before.

“Ow!” I screamed again. It was painful but it felt so good.

“Joanna, I'm gonna really spank you now. I've been too easy on you. You need some discipline. You complained about cleaning the living room the other day, remember that?”

“Yes,” I answered, weakly.

“I’ve heard you complain about a lot of dumb shit lately. I'm only gonna use my hand for now, but next time I'll use something else because you really need it.”

Shit! Will there be a next time?

I could only hope.

Before I could respond, the spanking began. It was much harder than before. I wondered if she was using all of her strength. Her little, bony hand was capable of inflicting a lot of pain, I quickly realized.

“Nooooo!” I screamed. My ass already felt like it was on fire.

Ellie was undeterred. She continued to spank me, her slaps landing all over my ass in no particular order.

“Ahhhhh!” I whimpered, squirming. I swore I felt tears coming to my eyes.

Ellie stopped. “You need to quit whining, Jo. When's the last time you got a real spanking? Didn't your parents spank you?”

“Yes.”

She smacked me once, very hard. I let out a high-pitched grunt.

“So, how old were you the last time they spanked you, Jo?”

“I think I was fifteen.”

“Yeah, you're overdue. Just take it like a woman. Your chubby little ass isn't red enough.”

She continued to spank me, not pausing between her sharp, hard smacks. I thought about what she said. Maybe I really was overdue for it. The spanking hurt - not quite like the ones my parents had given me, but much more than the ones I'd gotten from random guys over the years. I squirmed and screamed as Ellie's hand hit my ass and the backs of my legs over and over, leaving me stinging and shrieking. I thought she'd never stop.

But finally, she did stop. I felt her gently rub my behind like she was trying to soothe it.

I heard Ellie moan, quietly, as her hand explored my ass. “You're so red, Jo.” She giggled. “And your skin is so warm!” She seemed joyful as she marveled over what a great job she'd just done at painting my ass red.

I laid there across her lap, thinking about what had just happened. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed it, now that it was over. I loved the feel of her hand as she gently caressed the areas where I stung with pain. She was right - I needed it. And I didn't even know it.

As Ellie's hand rubbed me, her fingers came closer to touching my pussy. Each time they got near it, I moaned a little - so low, I doubted she could even hear me.

“Stand up,” she said.

Without hesitation, I used my hands to push myself off the floor, slowly. I felt Ellie’s hands around my waist, gently guiding me to my feet.

“You’re a lot stronger than you look,” I said.

“I know,” she said, confidently.

I slowly stood on my feet. I felt blood rush to my head, making the room spin a little bit.

“Are you okay?” Ellie asked.

“Yeah.” I stumbled a few steps, letting myself land on the bed, my back toward the ceiling.

Ellie sounded frantic. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry, Jo.”

“It’s okay. I just stood up too fast. Let me lay here for a little bit.”

“Okay. I’m gonna leave the room for a second. I’ll be right back.”

I closed my eyes, listening to Ellie’s footsteps as she ran out of the room. I wondered where she was going. But more importantly, I had to stop the room from spinning. A combination of wine, lack of food, and being bent over Ellie’s knee for a long period of time had culminated in me not feeling too well. I hoped to recover soon. I was excited about finding out what the rest of the day might hold for me.

I took a few breaths, trying to clear my head. I moved my hand to my bottom, which was surely a flaming red hue. It felt warm to my touch. I smiled, thinking about the spanking I’d just received. Damn, I thought, if I’d known she was this kinky I would’ve tried to get her drunk a long time ago.

I felt better the longer I lay there. I gently rubbed my butt, trying to calm it down. I was surprised at how much more it stung as time went by. I figured it must’ve been because her hands were so bony and thin.

Ellie came back into the room. “Do you feel any better?”

“Yes, I do.” I rolled over onto my back as she sat down on the bed next to me. I really felt the sting of my burning skin as my ass hit my bed. “Damn, Ellie! You really gave it to me!” I laughed.

“Yes, I did. And you needed it.” She giggled.

“You’re probably right.” I sat up, letting myself enjoy the pain of sitting down on my freshly spanked ass. “I didn’t know you had it in you.”

It was then I realized Ellie held a freshly opened bottle of wine. She took a swig from it before handing it to me. “I told you, I’m a lot tougher than I look.”

I took the bottle. “I’m a little worried. I’m afraid you’re going to regret all this tomorrow.” I rose up slightly to take a long drink from the warm bottle of wine.

“Don’t worry, Jo. My buzz keeps wearing off. I’m only as drunk as I wanna be. There are so many things I wanna do and I know I won’t have the nerve if I’m sober.”

“That’s too bad,” I said.

“We’ll work on it, okay?” She bit her lip.

I was still afraid to get my hopes up.

I handed the bottle back to her. “Yes, yes we will. So what are these things you say you wanna do?”

“Hmmm… so many, Jo.” Ellie tipped the bottle toward the ceiling and drank.

I suddenly remembered.... “Hey! You called my ass chubby when you were spanking me!”

She almost choked on her wine, lowering the bottle to the bed. She swallowed. “Sorry. I didn’t mean it in a bad way. I rather enjoyed spanking it.” Her voice got quieter as she spoke.

I laughed. “It’s okay. I know I’m a little bit fluffy.”

Ellie smiled. “But you’re really sexy, Jo. I don’t think I would’ve had as much fun beating your ass if it didn’t have a little extra padding. I watched it bounce back and shake every time I spanked it… … mmm….” her voice trailed off into a deep moan.

“It’s okay, Ell. It kinda turned me on.” I wasn’t lying. If said at the right moment, calling me ‘fat’ or ‘chubby’ was the equivalent of calling me ‘sexy’ or ‘beautiful.’ I had a few guys do it in the past during sex and I loved it. It was like they were acknowledging me for who I really was - stating a fact - but it didn’t take away from their sexual desire for me. Besides, I wasn't ashamed of my size 8 body.

“You have a really sexy ass, Joanna. Among other things.”

I was drunk enough to finally ask. “Are you attracted to women, Ellie?”

Ellie brought the bottle to her lips, but didn’t take a drink. She looked at me with narrowed eyes, then looked down at the bottle. “I think so, maybe.”

“Are you attracted to me, specifically?”

Her mouth hung open and she playfully hit me on the thigh. “Of course I am! Why else would I be sitting around naked with you all day?”

“Were you attracted to me before today?”

“Hmmm…..” She looked down at the wine bottle, then she picked it up and took a small sip.

“Yes, I think I was.”

“You're not very convincing.” I wasn’t sure how to take what she’d just said. Was it the alcohol, or did I really turn her on? I had no idea. My arousal level started to drop, quickly.

“Look, Jo,” Ellie said, “I’ve never been with another girl before. I’ve never let myself think about it for more than a few seconds. But I can tell you this - you really do turn me on.”

“Really?” I felt a little tingly again.

“Yes.” She sighed. “Do you remember when we rented that horror movie and I scooted closer to you on the couch because I was scared?”

“Yes.”

“I accidentally touched your boobs for a second and it got me so wet.”

“Yeah, that got me really wet too," I said.

“I didn’t think you noticed!”

“Of course I noticed! You touched them for more than a second. I figured you didn’t realize it.

You were looking at the TV the whole time.”

“Yeah, that’s what it looked like, didn’t it?” Her evil smile reappeared.

As my eyes ran up and down her naked body, I could think of nothing but spreading her legs wide open and giving her the pussy licking of her life.

“So,” Ellie said, “are you attracted to me?”

I decided to make her wait a little. It was payback for all the teasing I’d endured at her hands that afternoon. I smiled at her and licked my lips, slowly and deliberately. She sat the wine bottle on the floor, then laid back on the bed, turning to face me. I stayed on my back, looking up at the ceiling.

“Well?” she asked. “Tell me.”

I wanted to make her wait longer but I couldn’t. “Oh, Ellie. Of course I am. Have you not seen me staring at you all day?”

She gave me a warm smile. “Get on your stomach. I wanna see if your ass is still bright red.”

I rolled onto my stomach, pressing the side of my face against the bed. I watched her face as her eyes looked down at my ass.

Ellie sat up. “Yes, it’s still nice and red. I did a good job.”

She gently rubbed my sore bottom like she did when I was still bent over her knee. She slowly, but firmly, moved her hand in a fluid motion from the backs of my thighs to my ass, rubbing all of the areas she had stung with her hand earlier.

“Mmm.” Ellie moaned as she put her hand on the back of my leg and gently placed her fingers between my thighs. “You’re so soft.” She moved her hand up my leg and back down. When she moved up, she almost touched my pussy, then moved back down again. She repeated the motion over and over.

“Does your sexy ass still hurt?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Maybe I can make you feel better.” Ellie slowly moved her hand up my leg for what seemed like the millionth time, her fingers between my thighs. But this time, I felt her fingers touch my labia.

“Oooh!” I shouted.

She laughed, then moaned again. “Spread your legs apart for me.”

I lay there on my stomach, my legs spread far apart as requested. I was afraid to get my hopes up that my throbbing pussy would finally get some attention.

Ellie spread my inner thighs apart even more. I felt her finger slowly rubbing my lips.

“Yes!” I said, barely able to breathe.

Using at least two fingers, I felt her fondling me. “You’re so fucking wet!” she said. “You must be dehydrated!”

I wanted to laugh but it felt too good. I lay there, hoping she was drunk enough to keep going.

“This is fun.” Ellie sat up on her knees and spread my lips apart. “It’s so familiar… I don’t know why I expected it to feel different to my fingers. It feels like it does when I touch myself.”

“Mmmm…” It brought back recent memories. “I know. It was like that for me when I touched another woman for the first time.”

Ellie giggled. She kept rubbing my lips. I arched my back to expose myself to her a little better.

Then I felt her fingers on my clit.

“That’s it.” I said.

“This is so much fun!” Ellie’s fingers ran around my clit, wildly. I bit my lips, shaking with pleasure. “You’re so good at that!” I shouted.

Ellie sighed, happily. “Years of practice.”

I laughed.

She continued to rub my clit until her fingers were bold enough to enter me.

“Yes!” I screamed. It was so hot to get fingered from that angle. But the longer she played with me, the more I thought about playing with her.

“Roll over on your back, Jo.” Ellie’s tone was sweet. I happily did as she requested.

I rolled onto my back. She lay down very close to me and reached down to rub my pussy as her left breast touched my right breast.

I let her fondle me for a few minutes, feeling her perfect, hard nipple against mine as her fingers rubbed my clit, then entered my pussy every so often. I moaned and screamed loudly, unable to control myself. My desire to have my way with her was too strong to hide anymore.

“Ellie, I can’t take it anymore.”

I reached for her gorgeous breasts, cupping both of them, feeling her nipples against my fingers as she moaned.

“Please move your tits closer to my mouth, Ell.”

Without pause, Ellie stopped fondling me and slid her body closer to me. I rolled onto my side and put my mouth around her breast as my left hand reached down to feel her pussy.

“Jo!” She had the sexiest, high-pitched scream.

I pushed her onto her back, flicking my tongue over her nipple as I fondled her with my fingers. My tongue ran around her breast, but I couldn’t stop focusing on her amazing nipples. They felt even better against my tongue than I’d imagined. I licked her nipple as hard as I could with my tongue, my mouth taking as much of her breast into my mouth as possible.

Ellie kept screaming my name, her body squirming in pleasure.

I took my fingers from between her thighs and released her breast from my mouth so I could lick my fingers. She tasted so fucking good. I couldn’t wait any longer.

“Ellie, would you please straddle my face? I’ve wanted to get my mouth between your legs all day. I can’t wait anymore.” I could barely get the words out through my heavy breathing.

“Yes!”

I lay back on the bed, waiting to see her lovely pussy in my face. I saw her walking toward me on her knees. She was about to put one knee across my head when she stopped.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

Without a word, Ellie scooted back to lay beside me. She put her hand between my legs again, fondling me. I could feel her tits against my chest again.

“This is great, Ell, but I really wanna...”

She interrupted me as she leaned forward and gave me a long, deep, passionate kiss. She fondled my clit even rougher as she kissed me, her tongue matching the quick, fierce movement of her fingers.

Ellie was an amazing kisser. I ran my tongue inside her mouth the same way I wanted to lick her pussy. I wanted her too much to try to be gentle with her at that point. We both moaned as we kissed wildly.

She pulled away from me. “Sorry Jo. I had to find out what it was like to kiss you before you put your mouth on my other lips.” She laughed, then brought took her fingers from my pussy to her lips and put them in her mouth. “Damn, you taste good.” I watched her suck on her fingers, smiling. When she was done, she reached down to my pussy again and fondled me, taking my breast into her mouth.

“Shit, Ellie!” I screamed. This girl drove me crazy. There are no words to express how much I wanted to pleasure her.

She moaned as her tongue ran circles around my nipple. She put her fingers inside my pussy, pulled them out, then shoved them inside me again.

“Yes!” I yelled. “Fuck me!”

Ellie bit my nipple lightly as she fucked me with her fingers. I couldn’t stop moaning and screaming.

She pulled away from my nipple and pulled her fingers out of my pussy, bringing them up to her mouth again. She moaned intensely as her tongue tasted me on her fingers.

“Ellie, please sit on my face.” As much as I enjoyed her sucking on my nipple and fucking me with her fingers, I knew my greatest urge was for my tongue to touch her pussy.

She immediately got on her knees again and made her way up to my face. I reached down between my legs and touched my clit as her soft folds came closer into view.

“Do you want me to lick you while you lick me?” she asked.

“Maybe later,” I said. “Right now, I just want your pussy on my mouth, okay?”

“Okay.”

Facing me, she slowly moved her right knee to the left side of my face.

“Oh yes,” I moaned. I wasted no time. My tongue immediately licked up and down her soft, smooth pussy. I used the tip of my tongue to part her lips.

“Damn!” she shouted.

My hands cupped her tight little ass as her body rocked back and forth on top of my face. I licked her all over, running my tongue all the way down her lips and back to her clit, quickly and forcefully.

I heard her moaning, screaming my name. Her pussy dripped all over my face.

I felt her lower her body down even more, sitting her pussy directly on my mouth. I let her wetness drip into my mouth as I sucked on her pussy. I pushed up on her ass cheeks a little, signaling her to give me more room so I could move my tongue around.

Ellie raised up a few inches. I looked up and saw her hands on her tits, squeezing them.

I fondled her perfect labia with my tongue, slowly tracing my tongue up and down her lips, gently. Then I forced my tongue between her lips again, shoving my way inside her pussy.

Ellie screamed wildly. “Yes Jo!”

I grabbed her ass to keep it stable while I moved my head up and down, fucking her as much as I could with my tongue. Ellie screamed my name over and over.

I knew my own pussy was wetter than ever as my mouth had its way with Ellie. I loved the sight of a naked pussy, especially when it was spread open in my face. It had been a while since I’d gotten to taste another woman.

I moved my tongue up to Ellie’s clit. I licked it, running my tongue around it gently, then harder.

My tongue went in circles, then back and forth, then in circles again. I loved the way her swollen clit felt against my tongue.

She screamed my name again as my tongue massaged her clit.

From behind, where my hands groped her ass, I managed to put a finger inside her pussy; my tongue focused on her hard clit.

I heard her moan even louder. She screamed. “Jo!”

Suddenly, her pussy gushed all over me as her body writhed in pleasure.

“YES!” she screamed. “Fuck yes!!! YES JO!”

I tried to lick as much of her as I could as she got off, drenching my face. Damn, she tasted good. Her wetness dripped all over me, faster than I could lick it... but I tried. My tongue flicked all around as she rubbed her pussy all over my face, screaming my name.

I licked her until I heard her stop moaning. She stayed still for a few seconds before moving her knee away from my head.

Ellie sat up next to me as I lay on my back on the bed. “Hell, Joanna. If I’d known you were that good I would’ve sat on your face a long time ago.”

“I would’ve liked that.”

She smiled. “I feel like we’ve wasted so much time.”

“We can make up for it,” I said with a wink.

Ellie bit her lip. Then she put her feet on the floor and stood up. She gave me a grin and ran out of the room.

“Where are you going?” I yelled.

She returned almost immediately with a dish towel. “Here. You’re soaked. I’m surprised I didn’t drown you.”

I took the towel and wiped my face. “I loved it. You tasted so good. Do you know how long I’ve thought about having your pussy in my face?”

“Damn,” she said. “If only I’d known.”

Ellie swiftly climbed back on to the bed and eased my legs apart.

“What’s going on?” I asked. I knew damn well what was going on but I wanted her to tell me.

She propped herself up on her elbows to look at me as she lay on her stomach between my legs. “I’m going down on my roommate.” She smiled.

I lay my head back down against the pillow and closed my eyes. “If you don’t like it, it’s okay. Don’t feel like you have to repay me. I know you’ve never done this.”

“Shut the fuck up, Jo,”

A second later, I felt her hands cupping my ass. Her thumbs guided my pussy lips apart. Then I felt her breath blow gently and deliberately across my pussy.

“Damn!” I said.

Ellie giggled, then blew on me again. “Do you like that?”

“Yeah, but you’re a tease.”

“Sorry.” A second later, I felt her tongue start in my opening, then dart in a straight line up to my clit. “Oh!”

It felt so fucking good. Her tongue went up and down through my lips over and over. First she went slow, then faster, then slow again.

“Holy shit,” I said.

She backed her head away from me and used a few fingers to touch my clit, rubbing it with precision. Then she traced her lips down to my pussy and stuck several fingers inside me.

I arched my back. “Oh yeah!”

“You’ll have to try to stay still, Joanna.” She leaned her face to my pussy and licked it, almost like giving it a big kiss. Then she stopped. “I’ll have to spank you again if you can’t stay still.”

“Okay,” I said.

“I love seeing your pussy up close like this.”

“I love showing it to you.”

“Good,” she said. Then I felt her mouth on me again. She moaned loudly as she licked me all over. She backed away for a second. “I’m gonna lick all your juices off.” Then her mouth was on me again.

Her tongue was on my ass cheeks, then moved to my inner thigh as she put her fingers inside my pussy again.

“Yes!” I screamed.

She put at least two fingers in my pussy and used another finger of the same hand to touch my clit, rubbing it gently as she kissed and licked my inner thighs.

She was serious about licking my juices off. In a few minutes, her tongue had been everywhere it could have possibly been between my legs.

Then, as if she was reading my mind, she grabbed my ass and threw her face into my pussy.

“Yes, Ellie!”

Her tongue flicked against the opening of my pussy, then quickly up to my clit. She placed at least two fingers inside me and moved them out gently as her lips focused on my clit.

I felt her gently sucking on my clit for a few seconds, then she used her tongue against it.

“Fuck!”

I knew I was going to come very soon. Ellie was giving me a pussy licking I had no idea I needed. It felt like a dream come true. I knew for a fact it was a fantasy come true. My gorgeous little roommate had her face between my legs. Just the thought of it brought me halfway to orgasm.

Her tongue stayed on my clit, rubbing it furiously, as I felt her fingers move gently in and out of my pussy. I usually wanted my pussy worked a little rougher than that, but Ellie knew exactly what she was doing.

She hit the right spot immediately. The combination of her tongue and her fingers was exactly what I needed. I felt the orgasm build softly, but it was intense. I usually just exploded in orgasm when I least expected it. But not with Ellie.

“Fuck, Ellie.” I lost all control as I felt the pressure inside me build. The only thing that existed in my world was Ellie’s face and my pussy.

Her tongue was all I could think about as waves of the most intense pleasure I’d ever felt rippled through me over and over again.

“FUCK!!!” I screamed and flailed around on the bed as Ellie’s tongue licked hard and rapidly against my clit. Her fingers stayed inside me, curling up slightly to slowly massage my g-spot until I had the strongest orgasm of my entire life.

“Shit! YES! YES Ellie!” I couldn’t stop screaming and moaning.

Finally, I stopped moaning and lay there recovering. I literally couldn’t move as my body regained it’s strength.

“Damn,” I said, breathlessly.

Ellie giggled and grabbed the dishtowel she’d handed me earlier. She wiped her face. “That was great.”

“Yes. You were awesome. Was that your first time?”

“Thanks! And yes, yes it was,” she said.

“Wow.”

“Hopefully won’t be my last time, either,” she said. “I love how you taste.”

“Anytime you wanna taste me, I’m all yours.”

“You’re the best roommate in the world, Joanna.”

“I was just thinking that about you, Ellie.”

“You know, I think I’ll stay here for grad school,” she said.

“Good.” I smiled.

“And I’ll keep being your roommate if you promise we’ll have a lot more Saturdays like this one,” she said.

“Hell yeah. I promise. Saturdays, Tuesdays, Fridays, any day you want.”

“Alright. But you better not be lying to me. You know what happens to bad girls when they lie.”

The thought of spending more time over Ellie’s knee almost had me ready to go again.

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Samantha Whitney also writes under the name “Shaina Richmond.”

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