Sarah and I were roommates all through college, four busy years of flirtatious parties and fun. After graduation, our little one-bedroom apartment didn't meet our needs anymore. After talking we agreed to find a bigger place, to finally upgrade and settle in. Our jobs were steady throughout school, allowing us to save plenty along the way and afford a nice quality of life. A little extra space might be nice.
Walking the neighborhood led us to find a cozy two-bedroom condo to share, seemingly meeting all our aesthetic and lifestyle needs. Within a few weeks we were unpacking and settling into our new space.
The thing is, my roommate has a toy I love to use. To be specific, she has a six-inch rechargeable pink vibrator. It resides, poorly hidden, in her top drawer amongst all her panties and socks. She doesn't know I know it's there.
At least, I think she doesn't know...
Despite feeling guilty and knowing better, I borrow it often. It's always the ticket to a great night's sleep. Our first night I lay in the quiet dark room, thinking how strange it is to be alone. The house sounds much louder without Sarah's soft breathing in the background. How does anybody fall sleep this way?
My hand wanders through my long dark hair. I undo my ponytail, shift positions, and feel myself start to relax. I take a deep breath. My hands wander from my soft hair slowly down my neck, to trace along my collar bones. It sends a shiver through my body, raises little goosebumps across my pale skin.
"She's bound to be sleeping, there's no way she'll even know I'm there." I say to myself. The urge to cum is absolutely irresistible.
I feel my heart race as I creep into Sarah's room. An exciting anxious air comes over me. The doorknob makes no noise as I turn it, the door doesn't creek. I enter quietly and approach her tall wooden dresser, admiring her sleeping form from across the room. She is definitely fast asleep.
The drawer makes a soft metallic sound as I touch the handle, but I manage to finesse it open without her stirring. I find the toy in its normal spot, along with the charger.
Another wave of guilt washes over me, knowing it isn't mine to borrow. And knowing the toy in question has undoubtedly been plunging in and out of my roommate's wet pussy quite recently...
The thought makes my knees weak, the urge to use it on myself too much to resist. I grab the toy and the charger and scamper off to my room, shutting our doors behind me so as to avoid getting caught.
I plug in the device to charge, seeing that the battery is low as per usual. That makes me smile to myself, thinking how often she must be using it to need charging so often. Every time I borrow it, it's dead or flashing low battery.
Sarah has always been a natural beauty, with dark brown hair past her shoulders and hazel eyes. I find myself genuinely wondering why such a gorgeous and smart woman needs to use her vibrator so much. She could easily seek out the pleasure of an equally gorgeous partner.
I start idly playing with myself while I watch the charging light blink. My fingers explore my sensitive breasts one at a time, circling softly around my nipples in a hypnotic rhythm. This sensation sends my hips gyrating, and my pussy tightens with a familiar ache and need.
I continue circling one of my hardening nipples as my other hand wanders lower. I move with purpose and enter the elastic of my panties, feeling the warmth of my pussy lips under my cool fingers. Admiring with a gentle involuntary sigh how soft and pretty I feel. There's already a heat to me, a deep fire growing.
My devious side is taking pleasure knowing that what I'm doing is taboo, immoral. My friend's toy is definitely not for me to use, but I can't resist. It scratches all my itches, and the sick pleasure of knowing I truly shouldn't is addicting.