I share an apartment with another girl, a cute, plump little blonde who I met in college a few years go. Even after we graduated, we had become friends so we both stayed together in our apartment. Now, I was always the party animal, coming home at all hours, usually drunk, and often with my boyfriend who'd stay over. My roommate on the other hand was the studious one, staying in to read and do homework. She wasn't a straght A student, but she did graduate cum laude. As a friend, I had set her up with some guys, and she even got laid a few times, but she seemed more interested in being a home body.
Now, I knew she masturbated - alot - because I had walked in the apartment a few times when she had apparently forgotten to close her bedroom door, and I had seen her laying on her tummy in bed naked, and rocking back and forth as she was humping her pillow and moaning: "Uh...Uh....Uh...." Other times at night, I could hear the sound of bedsprings creaking from her room, and I'd know she was getting herself off on her pillow. My roommate knew I had seen her masturbating and that it didn't bother me, so she'd do it whenever.
Then one night just before our class graduated, I had come home unexpectedly because I had gotten pulled over for driving over the posted speed limit, only to discover I had forgotten my driver's liscense. The cop let me go with a ticket and a stern warning, after I promised to go right back home to get my ID. Inside the apartment, I again heard the bedsprings creaking from behind my roommate's closed door - nothing new I figured, she was just getting a little solo fun in... That was when I realized that there were two voices moaining from her bedroom. That little nix! She had gotten laid on her own! So, deciding our frindship was strong enough for me to risk sneaking a peek, I ever so gently opened her door a crack, and peered through the crack.
I hadn't expected to see what I saw: There was my roommate naked and laying in between another girls' open thighs, and humping the girl (who I thought I recognized from a Brittish lit class I had taken a couple semmesters back) as if she was my roommates bed pillow. While I immediately shut the door, the image of what I had seen remained in my mind in stark detail: the girl under my roommate had had her arms around her body tightly, while my roommate's pelvis pumped up and down between the girl's thighs and presumably against her pussy as if they were doing missionary style. I quietly exited the apartment after finding my purse, and headed out for the night. I geuss I know now why my roommate wasn't much for dating guys.
In the few years after we graduated, my roomie had confided in me that she was bisexual, and I pretended to be supprised. I have never told her that I saw her fucking that other girl. In my private hours when I'm in the mood to masturbate, I often think about my roommate having sex with that other girl, and sometimes I imagine the other girl is me. I suppose maybe I'm a little bi, too.
Now, I knew she masturbated - alot - because I had walked in the apartment a few times when she had apparently forgotten to close her bedroom door, and I had seen her laying on her tummy in bed naked, and rocking back and forth as she was humping her pillow and moaning: "Uh...Uh....Uh...." Other times at night, I could hear the sound of bedsprings creaking from her room, and I'd know she was getting herself off on her pillow. My roommate knew I had seen her masturbating and that it didn't bother me, so she'd do it whenever.
Then one night just before our class graduated, I had come home unexpectedly because I had gotten pulled over for driving over the posted speed limit, only to discover I had forgotten my driver's liscense. The cop let me go with a ticket and a stern warning, after I promised to go right back home to get my ID. Inside the apartment, I again heard the bedsprings creaking from behind my roommate's closed door - nothing new I figured, she was just getting a little solo fun in... That was when I realized that there were two voices moaining from her bedroom. That little nix! She had gotten laid on her own! So, deciding our frindship was strong enough for me to risk sneaking a peek, I ever so gently opened her door a crack, and peered through the crack.
I hadn't expected to see what I saw: There was my roommate naked and laying in between another girls' open thighs, and humping the girl (who I thought I recognized from a Brittish lit class I had taken a couple semmesters back) as if she was my roommates bed pillow. While I immediately shut the door, the image of what I had seen remained in my mind in stark detail: the girl under my roommate had had her arms around her body tightly, while my roommate's pelvis pumped up and down between the girl's thighs and presumably against her pussy as if they were doing missionary style. I quietly exited the apartment after finding my purse, and headed out for the night. I geuss I know now why my roommate wasn't much for dating guys.
In the few years after we graduated, my roomie had confided in me that she was bisexual, and I pretended to be supprised. I have never told her that I saw her fucking that other girl. In my private hours when I'm in the mood to masturbate, I often think about my roommate having sex with that other girl, and sometimes I imagine the other girl is me. I suppose maybe I'm a little bi, too.
