It’s pitch black, hot, and quiet in my little dorm room. I’m wearing my usual t-shirt and non-descript pair of bikini cut panties to sleep in. My skin is slightly dampened from the heat; the cotton fabric clings to my skin and twists with the curves of my body when I toss back and forth, from side to side. I can hear only the gentle brushing of my thighs squeezing and grinding together, my fingertips across the bed sheets, and my roommate’s breathing across the room. Only slits of light cut across the ceiling but not illuminating or giving anything away. Not disturbing her sleep cycle nor hinting at my growing arousal and sexual frustration.
As I lay there in the dark, my eyes flutter closed as the images of you bracing yourself over me and pinning me down flood my brain. I flip from my side onto my back with my knees bent; they slowly fall apart as I remember the second when you lined your cock up with my hole. My fingertips toy with the hem of my t-shirt recalling how you couldn’t wait to rip it off, over my head. Eyes still closed, I slowly raise the hem over my navel; feeling more sensual now that such sensitive skin is exposed.
I lick my lips as my both my hands go to cup a breast in each. I push them together, enjoying the slight abrasiveness between my palms, t-shirt, and hardening nipples. My fingers knead the flesh of my cleavage as my knees come back together to grind again. The movements of my knees and thighs grinding against one another only forces my growing wetness to be spread further up and down my lips, slowly staining my panty’s front. I can’t see my panty’s wet spot, but oh, I can feel it.
My feet push down into the mattress, my butt clenches, and I lift my ass into the air slightly. Gently pumping my hips up and down wishing I was pushing back against your cock instead of air. I stop and slowly grind my ass back down into my covers, letting my legs straighten and right hand wander down over my stomach and rest at the top of the elastic of my panties.
I run my middle three fingers under the elastic, lifting them up at the same time – letting my sticky panties detach from my skin. My wet panties cool, and when I relax my fingers, the chilled, wet fabric clings to my lips; only offering a second’s solace before becoming engulfed in heat again. My hand creeps into my panties completely, my hand now sandwiched between the soaked fabric resting atop my hand and the leaking pre-cum from my cunt against my warm palm. I grip my whole pussy under my hand and massage it, up and down. Kneading my mound, releasing my slick heat, and agitating my clit already. I’m grinding myself into my hand wishing it was against your mouth and tongue.
I’m breathing so deeply but can’t sigh or release a moan for my roommate is still sleeping. I remember the last time that you did that and I covered your face in my cum. At the memory, my middle finger sinks flat in between my lips; just resting and bathing in the wetness that I’ve already created by thinking about what you’ve done to me. My left hand goes up to my hair where I twist my fingers in the tresses and gently pull. Just the pad of my right, middle finger swishing back and forth against my inner lips already has me writhing in anticipation.
With that, I line up my finger and slowly sink it inside myself up to my knuckle; imagining it’s your cock going balls deep. I let out a deep breath that I sucked in. Of course I’ve masturbated countless times earlier in the year with my roommate sleeping, but tonight, with the culmination of everything, I realize it’s going to be a struggle to keep quiet. I’ve begun now and I can’t stop. You fucking me is on my mind and the only way to soothe my craving is to cum to my memories. The only way I can satiate my pussy until the next time you can be inside me, is cumming to the thought of being rammed, speared, and pounded by you.
My eyes snap open as I look over to my left to make sure she’s still sleeping… Satisfied with her breathing pattern, I begin to slide my longest finger in and out of my pussy slowly. Eyes closed again, regaling in the sensations. I’m so horny and wet, there aren’t even words to describe it. My left hand falls from my hair and moves down to my left ass cheek where I pull it away from my body, separating my lips in the process: feeling the split in my body feels so good. I hold my breath and push two fingers inside myself deep again, letting them sit before wiggling up then down; biting my lip to keep a moan inside my throat. You love it when I bite my lip. Every time you’re around me and I do, you don’t hesitate to stop and stare; sometimes going so far as to kiss me to make me stop the torturous lip tease. Thinking of this only makes me do it again with a wry smile playing over my lips.
My insides are twisting from feeling my own fingers swirl against my walls. I’m tight, there’s no way I could fit a third finger. I’m already on the verge of gasping from that single push inside with two fingers. I can’t get very good leverage to finger-fuck myself as fast as I need because my panties are still on. I so badly want to take them off but if she wakes up and flicks on her light, it’s all over. I can’t maneuver my fingers inside myself as quickly as I need, as fast as I know you would if you were here, because I know it’ll make a loud, sloshing, clapping sound every time my knuckles rejoin my entrance.
Soundlessly, I draw my fingers out of my creamy, young pussy; trailing them up to my hardened, throbbing clitoris. I start in deep slow circles, already feeling jolts of pleasure throughout my limbs and core. This isn’t going to take me long to cum but I know I’ll be shaking from the power when it’s over simply because you’re on my mind. The images of you grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head while you thrust fast and shallow, then switching to long and completely deep pushes inside me while I writhe and scream underneath you… these are the pictures that I cum to.
I open then close my eyes and lick my lips again, starting to quietly pant. My hips are working in rhythm with my fingers. Every so often, I quickly thrash my middle and index fingers over my clit to edge me to orgasm. Then I slow down and go back to circling and varying pressure against my tightened, little nub.
I need more wetness, one more swipe to cum. I let my middle finger slide over every slippery part on the way down and dip back inside of me. I pull my lubed finger out and bring it back up to rejoin my index to finally make myself cum. I settle deeper into my sheets as I picture the memory where I was on top of you for the first time. I remember riding you and the feeling as my ass moved up and down, pulling your cock in and out of my pussy in the process. The images are so clear; I love reliving sex when I masturbate, especially when we’re the stars. I’m rubbing harder and faster now as I remember you yanking me down to your chest, wrapping your arms around my back, and pummeling my pussy with your cock while I talked low and filthy into your ear making us both cum at the same time. And when we cum together in my mind, I lose it in the present. My left hand extends upward and flattens against the wall behind me, my nails accidentally scraping against it, my jaw drops, eyes squeeze tightly closed, and my hips writhe and spasm while my thighs quickly open and shut on my still moving fingers.
My thighs are closed on my hand as I feel the pulses through my clit with the heavy and labored beating of my heart. My hips and thighs begin to tremble uncontrollably and I know I’ve made myself cum hard. As my orgasm subsides, my ankles flex and I curl my toes, making them crack. A sure sign that I’ve tensed, been filled with pleasure, and am releasing any pent up sensations. I soundlessly bring my fingers out of my panties, up to my nose inhaling so deeply that my lungs ache before I exhale. I inhale again, loving the scent. If only you were here to watch me slide my two fingers into my mouth and suck my cum off their length. Mmm, it smells like sex and tastes like candy.
Satisfied, I roll over onto my stomach, enjoying feeling my panties get wetter as my cum leaks down into them. I take a few deep breaths and soft, gentle moans not concerned with waking my roommate anymore. I can’t help but wonder if maybe you’re lying in bed, unable to sleep, thinking about me too…
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