The Roommate

XXXIV: It Takes Trust

Marie

Something flashed in Lexi's eyes, "I'm waiting, slut."

Marie shivered. Something in Lexi's tone allowed her to finally form the words.

"I-I'm massaging my lips," she said, "Because you told me not to put any fingers inside or touch my clit. I've brushed my clit accidentally, and it feels

really

good, but I think it's also too sensitive for anything other than that."

Lexi cackled, "Good slut. Keep going. How does it feel touching yourself like that in public and telling me about it?"

Marie shuddered.

Fuck, that's not fair.

Marie didn't know why Lexi needed her to tell her how she was feeling when Lexi seemed to know

exactly

what to do to push Marie's brain into horny-overload.

"It's a little scary," Marie said, trying to keep her voice level. The more she touched herself, the harder it became, though she was able to keep her head since she wasn't touching her clit or slipping anything inside her, "A lot more than just wearing no underwear or a buttplug while walking around. But it's a lot hotter, too. I never realized how much being caught could turn me. I--I know I told you that sometimes I'm horny enough that I don't care if something is risky or not, but I—

fuck

."

Marie barely stifled the gasp as she touched her clit again.

"Keep going, slut," Lexi said, "And put a finger between your lips. Just one."

Marie shuddered and did what Lexi said. She had to bite her lip to keep from moaning at

finally

having something inside her.

"Marie," Lexi said, a bit of warning in her voice, "I just told you that you could make yourself feel even better. That doesn't mean you get to stop talking."

"Fuck," Marie hissed under her breath, "I'm sorry, Lexi. I just--I'm trying not to moan or be too loud. Y--you've got me so fucking horny that it's all I can do not to moan."

Marie had to bite off the last word of her sentence to stifle a moan.

Lexi cackled again, "That's not my problem. You're my slut, Marie. Sluts can't always control themselves. That's why you want to be my slut in the first place, isn't it?"

Marie nodded, barely holding in a moan as shudders ran through her.

"Now tell me, slut: how does it feel fingering yourself in public?"

Marie shuddered again, "So fucking good. And every time you call me 'slut', it feels even better. I don't know why, but it sends shivers through me and makes my head fog up."

"Good slut. How does your pussy feel?"

Marie swallowed, "Really wet. And hot. I'm tight, but I--I want more."

"Do you think you deserve more?"

Marie's eyes shot open, locking with Lexi's.

"Please. Can we go back up and--?"

Lexi cut Marie off with a kiss that fogged up her head. She moaned into the girl's mouth, no longer caring about holding back.

Yes. Fuck yes, I get to fuck her again.

Just thinking about that big thick fucking cock inside her—

Marie gasped into Lexi's mouth as the other girl's hand slipped under her waistband and grabbed her wrist. Lexi pulled back a moment later and pulled Marie's hand with its glistening finger up into the air. Marie barely stifled a whimper, both at the sudden loss of contact and at the thought of someone seeing.

Lexi's gaze held her attention, however, and Marie's mouth fell open as Lexi parted her lips and took Marie's finger between them. Marie shuddered as Lexi's lips sealed around the base of her digit, tongue licking and massaging it. It was all she could do to keep from moaning. Her heart was racing, and her face felt on fire.

When Lexi finally let her finger go with a soft "pop", Marie sat spellbound by the taller girl's gaze.

Lexi just grinned, still holding onto Marie's wrist.

"You taste pretty good, slut," Lexi said, "Maybe if you're good, I'll spend some time rewarding you with my head between your legs later."

Marie squirmed in her seat, ready to go, then gasped as Lexi released her wrist and moved closer.

"Not yet, though. Now I'm going to the one touching

you

while you answer my questions, okay?"

Marie bit her lip, nodding.

Lexi grinned, leaning in close enough that Marie could feel her warm breath on her neck, "Answer promptly and honestly, and I'll make you feel better. If you're not as forthcoming, I'll back off."

Then she kissed Marie's neck.

Marie barely stifled a moan. Lexi's lips felt like fire on her skin, sending sparks of pleasure straight to her core.

"How did that feel?" Lexi asked, lips brushing over Marie's skin as she spoke.

"Fucking amazing."

Lexi giggled as she slipped a hand beneath Marie's waistband. Shivers of anticipation traveled through Marie as Lexi rested the palm of her and on Marie's pelvis, fingertips just shy of Marie's clit.

"I know you already told me about what you did with Kylie," Lexi said, shifting her fingers farther south. She didn't go for Marie's clit, but her hand brushed it as she moved past it, shocking Marie's brain with little jolts of pleasure, "But tell me what you enjoyed most about that experience. I take it you liked being called a slut?"

Marie stifled a moan as she nodded, eyes fluttering closed, "Yes. I like being called

your

slut better, though."

Lexi cackled, "I could tell. Open your eyes, slut. It's rude not to look at someone when they're talking to you."

Marie bit her lip, forcing her eyes open. Once she met Lexi's gaze, holding it seemed effortless.

"Keep going," Lexi encouraged, pressing down on Marie's slick lips with her hand before starting to massage them in slow, firm circles, "It would be a shame to deny this needy little pussy."

Marie swallowed and took a deep breath, "I like it when you say things like that--when you remind me how slutty I am instead of just calling me your slut."

Lexi grinned, "Good to know, but I wanted to know what you liked that

Kylie

did. We'll get to me eventually."

The pressure on Marie's lips grew lighter, the circles slowing.

Marie gasped, "No, wait. I'm sorry. She did that, too. And I liked it. I also liked it when she just told me what to do, assuming I would do it because it would make me horny. Like when she told me to wear my butt plug home from her place."

The pressure returned, and Marie barely stifled a moan as Lexi's fingers brushed her clit.

"Had you ever done anything like that before?" Lexi asked, "Wear a plug in public, I mean?"

Marie swallowed. It was hard to think clearly.

"Yes," she breathed, "But, I--it was hotter when I was told to do it. When--when I did it myself, it was fun and kept me horny because it was my secret, and I'd never done anything like it before. When Kylie told me to do it...I couldn't get it out of my head that she knew I had it in while walking around, and that I'd done it because she told me to. That I did it because I was a slut. Because I wanted to be a slut."

A gasp slipped from Marie's lips, and she bit down, nearly catching her lip, as Lexi's fingers made firm, fast circles on her lips, brushing her clit every few times. It grew hard to breath without risking a moan or a gasp slipping out. That would draw attention. It would let everyone know she was a slut.

Oh, fuck. That just makes it hotter.

Marie didn't want to be found out, but the idea that someone might--that some random person might see just how much of a slut she was being, and in public...

Fuck, please.

She was getting close. A part of Marie's brain vaguely realized she was leaning into Lexi, clutching the other girl tight.

So. Fucking. Close.

Then it stopped.

Marie nearly screamed.

Instead, she tried to catch her breath--her heart was pounding--and gaze up at Lexi. Marie could feel her fingers still on her pelvis, just out of reach of her clit. The blonde smirked down at her.

Marie tried for a moment to ask why, to say something--anything--but then Lexi leaned down and stole any thoughts from Marie's head. Her lips were so soft. She tasted like savory bread and the garlic and herb cream cheese she'd spread over her bagel. And then there was her taste. Marie couldn't put a finger on what it was, exactly, but it was always there, and it shot arousal through Marie's veins whenever she found it.

A moan slipped from her mouth into Lexi's as the fingers returned to her pussy, pressing down hard on her clit, incorporating it into the circles this time. Marie clutched at Lexi, desperate for release.

But it didn't come. Lexi pulled her fingers away a moment before breaking the kiss with Marie, leaving their lips locked just long enough to capture Marie's pleading whimper.

When their eyes met, Marie knew she was pouting, but she couldn't help it. Lexi smirked, but her eyes were unreadable.

"Why?" Marie forced out. Her voice was so thick with arousal that it startled her.

Lexi leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, then moved even closer. Marie shivered at the hot, wet sensation of Lexi's breath on her ear.

"Because if you're my slut, Marie," Lexi whispered, "Then you cum when

I

want. That's what you give up. I'll train you to be the best fucking slut there ever was, but your orgasms are mine to give and hold back as I please. Are you sure you can deal with that?"

"Fuck," Marie whimpered into Lexi's neck, clutching at her. That was...a lot. She wanted to say yes, though. Ever word Lexi said had gone straight to her pussy.

I want to be the best slut ever. I want to be that for her.

And wasn't that part of Marie's reasoning, anyway? She was a bit too much of a slut, fucking things up in pursuit of better orgasms. But those were Lexi's to give to her...

Fuck...

She shivered at the thought of that.

"Yes," she breathed, "Yes. Fuck, I want that so much."

Lexi pulled back. Marie could tell she was trying to look serious and put on a neutral expression, but she saw the way Lexi's eyes danced with excitement, "Really?"

Marie nodded, "I trust you. I think it will take some getting used to, but..."

She nodded again and smiled. Lexi smiled back.

Then she surprised her.

"Tell me about things you and your ex did that you liked," she said, leaning back in the booth.

Marie frowned, "What? Why--?"

Lexi raised an eyebrow, cutting her off.

Marie swallowed, looking down, "Sorry, I just--isn't it weird? Me telling you what I did with my exes that I liked?"

Lexi shrugged, "Yes. And no. I guarantee you that I'm going to tell you to do things you think are a

lot

weirder than just talking about fucking other people. Part of what I want you to get through your head is that you don't need to shove all that in some box you hide away from me, though. Especially since it seems like your ex was a fairly big part of your life for a while, at least, right?"

Marie nodded, and Lexi moved closer again, cupping her cheek.

"The other reason why I want you to tell me these things, is because I'm going to take all the good things you associated with them and make it even better."

She leaned in and brushed her lips against Marie's.

Marie couldn't help but gasp at the tenderness of the gesture. It was a chaste kiss, but something about it made her fingers tingle, and a warmth spread out from her center.

She swallowed, then looked up at Lexi, "He would do things like that. Really...sweet and romantic things."

Marie felt a smile tug at her lips, "I accused him a few times of having a playbook or something that he'd memorized, because it was rarely ever straight to sex with him, especially in the beginning. He would take his time, kissing my lips, my jaw, my neck..." she shivered, taking in a deep breath at the memory, "He spent a lot of time on my chest, even though I don't have a lot there. And my ass. He actually seemed to like fingering me, and

really

liked eating me out. And when we finally had sex, he would always hold tight to me--make sure some other part of him was touching me besides his hips or his cock."

"He sounds like he was pretty great."

Marie looked up at Lexi and realized her vision was a bit hazy, that she was leaning into the girl again. She didn't push herself away, instead resting her head against Lexi, "He was, but there was a reason things didn't work out. Besides me being a bit of a bitch to him. I just didn't really know what it was at the time."

Lexi's hand stroked her hair, and Marie took a deep breath as wonderful shivers ran through her, "But you do now?"

Marie nodded, "He never...took. He was always so gentle and caring and attentive and thoughtful, and that was all wonderful--it was what made me fall for him, and what I really needed at the time--but..."

Marie trailed off, biting her lip at the thought as she met Lexi's eyes, "There were a few times that I felt like I was corrupting him. He would be all sweet and wonderful, and he would fuck me hard when I told him to, and I even got him to fuck my face pretty good a few times, but he always had to be told. He would smack my ass every now and then, but I usually had to ask him. He never just threw me down on the bed and really

fucked

me like he just needed to be inside me or needed to cum and didn't really care whether I came or not. When I told him to fuck my ass the first time, I don't think he stopped blushing the entire time."

She sighed, looking down before looking back to Lexi, "Sorry, I--"

Marie gasped as Lexi cupped her cheek a moment before meeting her in a deep, passionate kiss that left Marie's head spinning.

"That's not something you apologize for," Lexi said, voice firm.

Marie frowned, not understanding, "But you didn't ask for me to unload on you like that. And doesn't me talking about him make you...I don't know--jealous or something?"

Lexi shrugged, "A little, but that's something I need to work on, too."

Marie frowned, and Lexi smiled, "Marie, what I want with you--it takes trust.

That

is the most important thing. And that doesn't just mean honesty. It means trusting each other enough to be vulnerable. That--"

Lexi paused for a moment, and Marie blinked as she saw the first signs of uncertainty she could remember seeing in Lexi's eyes.

"It's hard for me," Lexi finished, "I need a certain level of control to feel comfortable at first. It hurts a bit, talking about your ex, right?"

Marie nodded.

"But good at the same time?"

Marie nodded again.

Lexi smiled, "You don't need to talk about him, but I think it will be better if you do, okay?"

Marie nodded, and Lexi took her hand and rose from her seat, "Good. Let's go back upstairs. If you play your cards right, I might let you cum, slut."

Marie's legs quivered a bit at that as she stood.

"Fuck you," she sighed, and Lexi cackled as she tugged Marie toward the door.

A/N: What do you think Lexi is going to do with this new information? Do you agree with her assessment of Marie?