I caught my roommate wet-handed... wet-panty'd? [F22/F24] [Lesbian] [Teasing] [Cunnilingus]

A small breeze pushed me into a room, tickled my satin clad hips and made me sit on a bed. I laid back as the bed swallowed me, my hands caressed down my soft, slightly plump belly to between my thighs until he arrived. His hands scissored away the cloth covering my body. Those moist lips began caressing my naked thighs, slowly slipping through the leftover satin and his head falling between my legs, inches from my damp slit. I locked him up—not letting him go anywhere, but closer to me.

His tongue rolled out, navigating the shortest route from inside my thighs to it’s way further up. He got nearer and licked just the periphery of my slit, it tickles so much. He keeps swirling his tongue around me—bordering my pussy.

Something’s stopping him, restricting him from licking my folds. He just won’t lick them. His tongue got back in his mouth. I can’t feel him anymore, he’s frozen in time. The room got empty, someone tapped my shoulder and the room flew away with the breeze along him.

I sprung upright in my chair, my eyes opened and I saw the study hall slowly emptying. I looked behind me to catch Anne standing with that crooked smile.

“Leah, you should get going. Lecture’s long over,” she said. I checked my phone for time, 19:38—that’s thirty eight minutes past the last lecture of the day.

“Thanks… Anne,” I said and looked down on my legs, there was a tiny mark—a wet spot on the crotch of the greyish fabric of my leggings which I had to cover with my hands; I remember the dream I just had.

“What’s up with that?” She asked. I made contact with her eyes, she looked amused looking down on my lap.

Oh god, don’t tell me she saw that mark. What’s she thinking, why would she even say that?

I can feel the heat rushing up my neck to my ears. I couldn’t look up at her face.

“The time, on your phone… what’s up with that format?” She asked, pointing at the my phone.

“Ohh.. I don’t know actually, it just seems right to me,” I replied as relief filled me. I do use a 24-hour clock for my phone, there’s no reason for it. I just got used to it and didn’t bother changing it.

“Uh-huh, see you tomorrow then,” she passed the same bent smile once more and went out.

I’m too tired to walk, I just want more sleep yet I have to go home. I walked out after her, convinced myself that the spot was too small to catch someone’s attention. It felt eerily dark outside, I believe I’m usually home by this time. My eyes dozed off, I wasn’t paying attention—I was catching up to my dream. Something burned low in my belly while I kept walking.

Before I knew it, I was already outside my place. I walked up the stairs to the little apartment, knocked at the door but there wasn’t an answer—that’s rather unusual as Jane, my roommate, doesn’t leave the apartment ever in evening except maybe during weekends when she visits some friend.

I had to get my own key from my bag. I unlocked the door and walked in, a few more steps and I was inside the bedroom. I walked the final stretch to the soft bed, slipped off of my shoes and fell down on it—too tired to change my clothes. The bed absorbed my body, it moulded to my figure as I closed my eyelids, waiting for him to come again—he didn’t.

It burned more now, the burn that fed upon my lust—starving me of touch. I needed someone or something to curb it. My eyelids opened and there was that thing to my side, coyly obscured by the pillow. I got my hand to get it. It was thick, way thicker for a banana and way too straight but small in length. I hadn’t seen a banana like this before. I wonder why would it be under the pillow.

I peeled it bare and put the peel aside to my left. It was thick, pale and straight; so much so that it’d be a shame to eat it as is and I’m curious. It was wrong, maybe. I got my tongue out and touched the tip—there was that again, a breeze mapped through my body. I closed my eyes again, *was I someone’s dream now?* I put my lips on it, discarding the taste for my hunger. I sucked it, I felt the girth filling my mouth. It tingled beneath my skin—my hunger grew and my hand got under my leggings.

My soft fingers made it to my slit. I rubbed my clit and my fingers soaked with my thirst. I whimpered but the girth in my mouth muffled the voice silent. It almost slipped from my hand but I didn’t let it.

The door unlocked and I heard her walk—it’s Jane. My teeth bit on the thing and I ate it whole. My fingers stopped on my clit and the banana disappeared to my belly. I felt guilty, unable to move. I got my hand out in the open.

I saw her silhouette, walking down to the room. I felt heat, again rushing up my ears for some reason. My knees felt weak and just a couple more steps remained before she entered the room. I wonder why I’m so worried even when there's no real reason to be.

She got in, wearing jeans and a cropped slim top like usual. Her eyes mapped the bed and then fixated on me as she raised an eyebrow, “what’s that about?” she asked.

I was confused, then I looked down on myself, the wet spot was bigger now. I jolted my knees together.

*Did she see it?* My heart began pounding. My face got swallowed by heat. I couldn’t look at her face.

“That banana peel… throw that thing away,” she said.

Relief filled me again. The burning feeling was growing more now. I got up from the bed and threw the peel in the bin by the doorway. I looked back at her, she was changing her clothes—nothing unusual, she does that while I’m here and I don’t bother either.

She peeked at me through the corner of her eye and unbuttoned her jeans to pull them down, revealing her thin panties, and I caught it. Her panties had a spot as well—no, not just a spot but they were absolutely *soaked*. Something clicked in my brain.

She removed her top and and faced me wearing a little bra, the one that showed how perky and precious she is. I walked near her, taking slow breaths that came from my gut. My eyes tripped down her cleavage. She looked my way when I got really close. I took another step and I could feel the heat radiating off of her almost naked body.

I opened my mouth, inches from her face, “what’s up with that?” I whispered.

She smiled slowly, glanced down my lips and then locked her eyes to mine, “what’s up with what?”

I smiled back at her, I sensed what she had in her mind. I got my hand behind her bare back and up her nape as I pulled myself towards her. Her smile grew further and her hands got over me too.

*I closed my eyes.*

She pulled me in and I stepped on her foot. Her lips were tender and sweet. Our breaths mixed, she felt more eager than me. My hand unhooked her bra without her knowing. I got off her and stared into her eyes for a moment until her bra fell off. She looked like she wanted this as much as I did.

“Where were you?” I whispered and pushed away the couple hair strands creeping on her face with my hand.

“Some friend.”

I raised an eyebrow but didn't bother saying anything. I cupped her boobs with my hands, “mind removing my clothes?” I teased.

A smile broke out again, she bit her lip. Her hands got over my burning belly, got hold of my top and stripped me off of it to reveal my perky tits; her jaw dropped ever so slightly.

She knelt down on the floor to rid me of those guilty leggings. She finally caught up with my wetness, she looked up on me with mischief. She pulled them down to reveal my squishy legs and my translucent panties that don’t leave anything to imagination. I sensed her desires—so similar to mine, “what now?” she said.

I led her to the bed as I laid myself down. It wasn’t long before she removed my panties that were so glued to me. I was naked and horny with my legs spread for her. Her tongue rolled out, licking every hint of my arousal near my pussy but not yet the source of all pleasure. I felt it tickle so bad that I was either laughing or crying. She was teasing me but I saw it coming, she wanted to taste me too, yet it was only her breath making it to my pussy.

I felt it this time, she was going to do it finally—her tongue was nearing my clit. I gasped, she made it there—her tongue was on my meaty pussy. I was overwhelmed, so much that I knew I’ll be cumming in no time. Her tongue got inside me, my breath got deeper as her hand made it to my clit.

Her tongue flicked my insides as her fingers did my clit. I whimpered. Her tongue sped up inside me—I knew it was coming. I locked her up with my legs, so she doesn’t withdraw.

*Fuck. I’ll cum already.*

It was time. I closed my eyes, I was on the edge and she pushed me down. My toes curled, belly contracted, legs quivered and I squealed with pleasure. Her fingers kept flicking my wet clit while I came with relief on her tongue. My thirst was finally quenched.

She licked me clean and laid over me, her boobs squished to mine. She was pushing me into the bed with her weight while I was busy catching up with my breath. She stared into my eyes, “your turn now?”