The Best Roommate

by Samantha Whitney

  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 weir
d 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 tak
e 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.