Me and my housemate masturbated together, and then she left me a present [MF]
At this point in my life I lived in a house with 4 people, me, another guy, and two girls. Just before we'd moved in I'd been having a friends with benefits situation with one of the girls that got really messy and almost caused us to not go ahead with the house (and leave us with far too little time to get somewhere). Because of this there was a bit of a rule that everyone would just stay friends and not start fucking. I went along with it because I really needed somewhere to live, but it just made the idea of it so much hotter.
The other girl I lived with was called Lucy. I'd known Lucy a few years and had always thought she was incredibly hot but nothing had ever happened. She was a little less petit than the kind I normally go for, with a slightly stockier build with a larger chest and ass to match. She had an extremely pretty face. Her Spanish father and Greek mother had given her dark hair, gorgeous brown eyes, and a very cute accent to match.
I was coming in one Sunday morning after a one night stand and ran in to Lucy in the kitchen/living room watching some TV. One of my housemates was at her boyfriends and the other was back at his parents so it was just us in the house.
Lucy jokingly asked why I was in so late and teased me a little, I played along like she hadn't watched me leave the bar with the girl last night. She wanted more details about how it was. We were fairly close and recently she'd been very curious about my sex life. I knew she was going through a bit of a dry spell so I think she enjoyed hearing about it. I grabbed some orange juice as I described my night of fucking a stranger. I kept the story very detailed knowing how many questions she asked whenever we discussed my sex life.
I'd got past the initial meeting, the quick feeling each other up in the bar, the blowjob in an alley on the way home, and was in the middle of describing fucking her when I noticed something. Lucy had a blanket over herself but the movement beneath it told me she was touching herself. A million thoughts ran through my head and my dick started to harden watching this beautiful girl finger herself to the story of me fucking someone else. I did my best to keep the story going without faltering but I had to ask hoping i could turn this into something more.
"Are you fingering yourself?"
She paused, she started to stammer out her apology but I plucked up all my courage.
"No no, keep going, just move the blanket so I can see"
To my surprise and delight she did. She was just in a set of jammies. A thin vest which her nipples poked through and a pair of tiny shorts, which I'd seen in previous stolen glances made her ass look amazing. She slid them down, I caught a glimpse of the wet patch in them. Watching her touch her glistening pussy made me want to run over and fuck her but she cut those thoughts short.
'I think this is okay, but we're not going any further. No touching. I don't wanna make things weird, keep going'
With so much blood now away from my brain I was in no position to argue, and didn't wanna risk doing anything to stop the current situation. My spank bank was overflowing with new mental pictures as her breasts heaved with her fastly moving fingers and her breaths growing heavier.
The story grew dirtier. I was no longer just describing last night I was telling about every sexy situation I'd been in. Anything to keep her getting off. I unbuckled my jeans and slid them down as I continued to talk, so I was now in my boxers. She had her eyes closed clearly focused. I stopped to get her attention, she looked over annoyed at the interruption but quickly understood what I was asking with my thumb hooked in my boxers ready to pull them down. She nodded.
I took my dick out and started to jerk off. I was just making stuff up now, describing wild sex with someone who 'coincidentally' sounded just like Lucy. I think she could tell this was my fantasies about fucking her now. I continued to dirty talk my ass off as I stroked my dick and she whimpered on the sofa. She wasn't closing her eyes anymore, she was looking at me. Alternating between staring into my eyes and watching my dick.
I could tell she was getting close to cumming. With the best of my story telling I could muster she let out an incredibly loud moan that made me want to beg to be inside her. She continued to slowly play with herself as she caught her breath.
