It was difficult for Brandi to get settled back in college. The erotic thrill from winter break was never far from her mind. Unfortunately, Brandi's classes kept her too busy for much of a social life, which perpetuated her current dry spell.
Brandi's roommate, Jill, was more outgoing than the girl she shared a room with last semester. After being apart as freshmen, Brandi was finally reunited with her old high school soccer teammate. Jill was on the college team, which came with a huge two-bedroom dorm. Being a soccer star came with a large social group filled with other athletes, like Jill's boyfriend, Ben.
Ben was lean and athletic. His clean-cut face marked a youthful, wholesome countenance. Brandi was ordinarily attracted to more muscular guys. But there was something about Ben's lean, cut physique. Brandi had to admit she enjoyed checking him out when she joined Jill to watch his games.
The three of them had just gotten home from one of Ben's games not too long ago. It had been almost an hour since Jill and Ben had retired to her room to "Freshen up." Since then, Jill's room had become suspiciously quiet and Brandi's curiosity was getting the best of her.
Brandi leaned in close to sneak a peek through the crack in the door. Ben was at the edge of the bed, facing away from her, standing over Jill's petite tan form as she lay on the bed, her slight, milky white breasts bouncing with each thrust. Brandi sighed in relief as she saw Jill's eyes closed and her head tilt away from the door.
Without fear of being spotted, Brandi was free to enjoy the show. She quietly slipped her warm fingers into her panties, stretching her waistband as she rewarded her neglected pussy with much-needed attention.
Brandi's focus turned back to Ben's efforts. His muscular back and tight ass flexed with each thrust. Brandi struggled to hold her moans; Jill and Ben did not.
Brandi shifted her focus between her performers amid slow and steady blinks, propelling her to the edge of release. Suddenly, Jill opened her eyes and turned towards the door. Her eyes locked onto Brandi's as she stood shocked and exposed in the doorway. Brandi's heart flipped in her chest. The half a second she stood in the doorway felt like an eternity before she pivoted out of eyeshot.
When safely ducked out of the doorway, Brandi rested her head on the nearby wall, cringing in anticipation of the angry shouts that were sure to follow.
"Oh, fuck yeah!" The ordinarily quiet Jill let out a powerful moan. "Harder fucking harder!" Brandi froze, stunned. It seemed like she was ignoring her. Jill never shouted during sex, especially when Brandi was home. This was a performance. This was for her.
"Shhh, your room..." Ben whispered before Jill interrupted, flooding the apartment with even louder primal screams of ecstasy.
Brandi couldn't resist. She slowly leaned in to peek around the corner for a clear view. A fresh opportunity to bask in the erotic display of the writhing, sweaty couple. Brandi couldn't help but join in. Her fingers danced down to her panties, stretching the waistband as Brandi needily plunged her fingers deep inside her eager folds, quickly stimulating a voyeuristic climax.
Enraptured in the moment, Brandi lost track of the couple. The apartment had fallen silent; Brandi heard only the rapid beating of her heart echoing like a drum. Startled by the silence, Brandi quietly slipped back to her room.
Brandi resigned herself to lying back on her bed and replaying the encounter in her head. The thoughts of Jill getting off, knowing that Brandi had been watching, vaulted Brandi right into another orgasm. She sighed softly, giving in to the euphoria coursing through her body. Still basking in her release, it took Brandi a second or two to realize there had been a knock on the door.
"Shit!" Brandi answered by the time the second knock arrived.
Brandi hopped out of bed. She fumbled to the doorway and attempted to gain her composure for the imminent confrontation with Jill.
Brandi took a deep breath and cracked open her door. "Yeah?" She asked her blanket-clad roommate, straining to sound surprised.
"Hey," Jill responded sheepishly as she looked around. "Ummm, Ben had to leave for work. Mind if we talk?" Brandi bit her lip in trepidation, expecting the worst. "I'm not upset about you watching. It actually kinda turned me on. Like a lot." Jill giggled nervously. "Just made me kinda regretful, you know?"
"Huh?" What could a hottie like Jill be regretting? She had the killer body, the hot boy.
"I feel like I'm letting Ben down... in the bedroom."
Now Brandi was really taken aback. She never knew Jill to be the conservative type. They had even fooled around once or twice.
"But how? That doesn't..."
"Blow jobs... well, I don't. I was really hoping you could do me a favor, and I know it's a lot to ask. I mean, he's not your boyfriend or anything, and I know you don't really like him like that... and I mean I don't want you to. I mean, it's not sex, right?"
"Jill, what are you saying?"
Jill's face turned flush. She wanted to run, but the cat was out of the bag. "Can you just blow him for me? Ben, I mean."
Brandi couldn't help but feel turned on by her roommate's needy pleas.
"It's just that well, I saw you watching us and it's not like I think you're kinky or anything, it just looked like you were kinda enjoying yourself and well..." Jill bit her lip as her heart leaped between words, exposing her true lust, "...and I kinda did too."
Flustered and a bit humbled, Brandi scrambled to answer her childhood friend. "I'd love to help you out, Jill. You know how much you mean to me. I just don't see how we would ever convince Ben. He'd never want to hurt you. He's too sweet. You know that."
Brandi reminisced about the time she tiptoed behind Ben when she'd drunkenly stubbled home one evening. Only to find him alone in the kitchen fixing dinner. So, she took advantage of the moment and stole a nibble, or maybe snuck in a bit of a lick on his neck. Ben was such a gentleman in the way he kindly rebuffed her advances without hurting Brandi's feelings. He even fixed her a glass of water and tucked her in. The ever-shy Ben never said another word about it.
Jill took a deep breath and frowned as she sat on the bed and slumped over, defeated. "You're right," she sighed. "I might just have to break up with him. Just temporarily, over spring break. I'll just tell him to come by and pick up his shit while I'm gone. Then you can pounce!" Jill jumped off the bed, further animating her point. She warmly grabbed hold of Brandi as she did.
"It might just work."
"Thank you." Jill smiled, continuing to embrace Brandi. Their warm hug lingering a bit longer than either girl anticipated.
The next day, Jill was up early, packing her bags to go back home for spring break. She had already planned on meeting Ben for lunch, where she was going to break the bad news.
"Now, he'll probably stop by after he gets off work tonight." Jill nervously reminded her roommate.
"I know, I know. We've gone over this. He's in good hands, I promise." Brandi reassured her roommate with a loving hug before she left. Her hands lingering on the small of Jill's back, a tad longer than normal. Jill let out a satisfied sigh in Brandi's warm embrace and squeezed back, resting a thankful gaze on Brandi's enthralling seductive eyes. Regretfully, the pair slowly broke their embrace. Their hearts buzzed with a cluster of anticipation as Jill left the dorm.
Only a few hours later, Ben showed up at the apartment much earlier than expected. Brandi was frustrated. She hadn't changed into her sexy little outfit as planned, and was still wearing a baggy T-shirt and shorts.
