The Dormmate Pt. 02

I woke up with a terrible hangover. Drinking wasn't my forte, and something I had surprisingly not done very often since coming to college. I looked across the room, shielding my eyes as the sun was already fighting to blast through our simple white curtains.

Our.

Kayla was asleep in her bed. I don't remember her coming back to the dorm, nor do I remember Will leaving. The name was a hangover in itself. Morning after shame washed over me and without a second thought I rushed to the bathroom in a day after stupor, dropping to my knees and heaving out last night's debauchery.

To be honest, Will and even the drinking were stomachable offenses. What happened with Kayla's... I vomited again. What the hell was I thinking? Morning sobriety led way to clear headed assessments of last night's perversions and I hated myself for it all.

"Morning, girly." Kayla had come to the doorway to check on me. I glanced up at her, finding it difficult to look in her eyes after I had brought myself to orgasm by sucking the remains of her day old panties... oh god... did I leave them wet? Had she seen them!?

"You look like you got a fill of fun in." She commented with an impish smile, looking down at me.

Why, cause I was heaving into the toilet in shameful hot red embarrassment. I looked down quickly, only now realizing that I must have crawled back into bed... without replacing my own panties.

I squeezed my knees together, smothering my muff with my hands, terribly mortified. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry."

Kayla laughed her beautiful sweet laugh, waving me off. "No, it's adorable, here..." She disappeared, returning with a pair of my panties she must have just grabbed from my drawer. Spike of excitement. Why, cause she's touching your panties? I hate myself.

Kayla handed me the panties and turned to fix her hair in the mirror as I replaced them..

"How was Will?" She asked like a simple school girl.

"I've had better." I muttered, finally smiling at her when she turned to me, aghast with humor.

She giggled again. "Damn right, girl. You're safe anyway, I think I'm done with Jake. Turns out he can be a real douche bag sometimes." There was a lull in her perfect happy demeanor, but only for second as she quickly restored her visage.

I turned on the toilet in a spasm, vomiting. Before I knew it, Kayla was behind me, her smooth hands brushing along my face to hold my hair back. When I finished heaving, she stood there, massaging my shoulders.

I hated this girl, so why didn't I hate her anymore?

I let my head fall forward at the pleasure her hands sent through my spine. She was so careful and yet so direct. The massage was heavenly and if I'm being honest with myself, I was just thriving at her touch.

"Well, besides the men, it was a fun night. You should come out with me more." Kayla encouraged me.

I shuddered at the thought of drinking anymore at a time like this. "I'm never drinking again." I lied, as is the protocol after any horrendous night out. She laughed, I bent my head back to catch her cute smile, smiling myself.

"That's the spirit!" Kayla chimed, bopping my nose. "Now get out of here, I want to be naked and boiling in this shower."

****

The snow outside really reduced the potential activities to near zero. When it got cold, there was little else to do but find little house parties out or just stay in your dorm. I didn't know a lot of people, plus the mid semester tests were incoming and I wasn't really interested in making an academic fool of myself.

Kayla didn't seem to share the same focus as me. Staying in made her stir crazy, and so most nights she was out finding something to do.

Then the snow storm. Tons of snow fell out of nowhere. Closing down most of the exterior options, and leaving us college students cooper up in the housing with little else to do. It hit day after day. By the 3rd day in, Kayla was about to lose it.

"I think I'm going to go pick up some boy in the commons." Kayla announced abruptly.

I made a face at her. "Gross. You really want to deal with that everyday?"

Of course, I was speaking to the typically unspoken rule that you generally tried to avoid fucking too many people in your own dorm building. She had hooked up with at least 3 here, and every passing in the commons was unnecessarily awkward.

Kayla rolled her eyes plopping on the bed, returning her eyes to her laptop from which she had been "studying". She typed a few things, then turned the screen to me.

"I need this." She said simply, a slight smirk on her face. On the screen was a naked man, some actor I know I had seen before, his toned body glistening in glory before us both.

I didn't deny that. Even I was going a little crazy. I usually had ample time to masturbate with Kayla's extroverted life. Her being stuck at the dorms so much lately had greatly reduced her ability to get off, and in turn, the time for me to get off.

"I'm going to take a shower." Kayla said finally, grabbing her phone.

Yeah, a shower I'm sure.

"If any cute boys send you nudes, I want to see them too." I demanded. She laughed, disappearing behind a closed bathroom door. In a minute or two, the water began to run.

Honestly, a shower sounded incredible. I looked down at my study prep on the laptop. Then back at the bathroom door. She was doing the same thing I was thinking. So I know theres time.

I opened an incognito browser. I went to type in something about deep throating dicks, when a preview for some lesbian porn caught my eye on the featured page.

I feel like I need to reiterate that I am NOT lesbian. I've never experimented with another girl, never had the desire to. Well... minus the shit with Kayla. But lesbian porn is different. They're just getting off, and honestly they're usually pretty sexy doing it.

Looking back at the door, I second guessed myself. But she should be in long enough. I pulled my pants down, then my panties, backing against the wall and spreading my knees apart, exposing my warming pussy to the cool dorm air.

Before I could really think about it, I opened the lesbian porn video and timidly moved my dainty fingers down to the skin that hid that pearly little clit that demanded my attention so much lately. I breathed a sigh of relief as I began to gently circle myself, moving my hips ever so slightly to dance along the pleasure.

I reached up under my shirt with my other hand, throwing another glance at the door as I did so. The water was running. Apparently music had started in there at some point too. See, she's hiding her own sounds no doubt. It was fine.

There was an exhibitionist excitement almost as I fingered my pussy and swirled a sensitive nipple between my fingers. I was always very careful about when I masturbated. Only a few times had I dared to do it with Kayla in the room, usually while she was deep asleep. Never while she was awake, capable of walking in at any moment.

Oh god.

The two girls in the porn were really getting into it. The sex escalated rather fast, I thought. With the blonde girl dipping her head down to suck on the brunette girl's DD titties. I let a small gasp escape my lips, my fingers speeding up as I chased my own sense of excitement in this moment.

The porno had the girls eating each other's pussies before long. I imagine a tongue between my own pussy lips, in love with the idea of someone licking the very juice out of me, out of my wet hot vagina.

My legs were starting to quake. This wouldn't take long at all, and that would be perfect. The euphoria was overtaking me. I was mesmerized as the girls began tribbing, rubbing their clits against one another. I worked my own little clit like a fucking musician, riding the waves of pleasure as they entered my being and soaked a little puddle on my bed sheets.

"Oh fuck." I whimpered.

I pulled my shirt off, exposing my breasts, pulling one of them up to my mouth, just barely close enough for me to lick my own nipple. It felt incredible. I knew Kayla was on the other side of that door. But the exhibitionist vibes were really taking over. I pushed the blanket off the bed. I was exposed, my legs spread wide, my pussy glaring at the door, daring Kayla to come out.

I was going to cum.

"I'm going to cum." I announced to myself burying my fingers in my pussy swirling them along with some pressure of my thumbs on my clitoris to really dig into the wave of pleasure hitting me.

The bathroom door opened without warning. I almost didn't hear it as my eyes closed in pleasure, but more so noticed that the shower noise and music grew in volume, no longer inhibited as they had been.

I opened my eyes to see Kayla step out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her wet form, hiding her big tits and soft little pussy from view.

She froze in the doorway, eyes widening and then a look of disbelief mixed with amusement washing over her face.

"Oh, Lea!"

I froze. Clamping my knees together. But my orgasm didn't seem as mortified. The motion of closing my legs only further tantalized my wet mound, and my mouth opened in response. My face blushed red. She fucking came out???

"Oh don't let me stop you." Kayla laughed, rushing to her side table where she pulled a large dildo from its confines. "I'm on the same wavelength girl."

I resumed stroking my pussy and squeezing my nipples, looking right at Kayla as I did it. I don't know how, I just did. Partly because I needed this orgasm. Partly because she was about to cause it. Kayla was about to disappear into the shower but stopped, looking me over.

"Oh, you're about to cum aren't you?"

Kayla saying the word "cum" while I was in this state was like throwing gasoline on a fire. "I'm so, sorry. I'm so sorry." I moaned, apologetic, but unable to jump off the rollercoaster I had strapped myself into.

Kayla leaned on the doorway, watching me. Glancing at the lesbian porn and then back to me. Watching. Wait. She was actually watching me? She was just going to stand there while I sprawled out finger banging my cunt.

Oh fuck.

I don't know what overcame me, but I just kept going, fingering myself with ravenous force. The orgasm building within me as my pussy leaked my sweet vaginal cum. I felt high, a euphoric sense I hadn't felt since.... that night with the panties.

I looked at Kayla, her beautiful smile, her gorgeous eyes, flawless skin, wet hair. She was perfect.

"That's right, Lea. That's right."

Oh fuck.

"Stroke your little pussy."

Oh fuck it all.

Kayla held my eye contact for what felt like an eternity, then she reached up and pulled her towel free, letting it fall down to her side. The reveal felt like slow motion, as the white fabric slowly gave way to her cleavage, then the mass of her round DD tits, those still impossibly perky nipples, her toned stomach and navel, the flooding of her hips out and then the soft smoothly shaved lips of her pussy.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Kayla, I'm going to cum" I gasped.

"Cum for me." Kayla demanded simply.

And the orgasm seized me, the tremor ripping apart my consciousness. I screamed out without any attempt to quell the volume. I moaned and shook and flexed my toes as the sexual energy jolted through my entire being. It felt so incredibly good, and something about having Kayla smiling over me while it happened to me made it even more amazing.

Kayla exhaled, her face alight with excitement. "You're so fucking hot, Lea." She giggled one more time and disappeared into the bathroom.

I lay there for a few moments, incapable of moving even if I wanted to.

If there was one thing I learned in that moment, its that deep down, even if I couldn't admit it to myself, I wanted Kayla to fuck the living hell out of me.