Nicole awoke in her room. She was an undergraduate at University in her second year and, for the past six months, had been house sharing with Carrie, her friend of many years. Nicole had been out late last night, and had come in to what seemed to be a row between Carrie and her boyfriend in the room next door. Nicole had not interfered, but as her mind was drawn to it, she wanted to check that her friend was OK. On the other hand, she just wanted to lie in bed for a bit.
She lay there, listening to the trickle of water down her window - it was raining again. Thoughts ran round her head, and ever so slowly, her hand crept down to her crotch. She had no idea why she wanted to do this, but she knew that it would feel good. Sliding in a finger, she sighed gently, and pushed against the exploring digit. Another finger joined the first, and slid into her slick hole again. Nicole moaned as the fingers brushed her clit, and her free hand massaged one of her firm, round tits. Nicole began rocking gently in time with her pushes, and soon she was lost in her own world. She felt the waves rising inside of her, and her free hand left her tits, and made a cup shape under her cunt. She groaned quietly when she came, the sweet cum seeping out of her pussy into her waiting hand. Scooping up as much as she could, she tipped it down her throat, enjoying the warm, slippy sensation. Much as she wanted to begin again, her conscience forced her to get up, don her dressing gown and headed for the kitchen.
Nicole busied herself in the kitchen for a few minutes. The sound of running water that had been present stopped and about five minutes later, Carrie emerged from her room, towelling her hair dry. She seemed surprised that her friend was up, but said nothing of it. Looking closer at her, Nicole could see that Carrie had red marks under her eyes.
"Are you alright?" she asked. Carrie nodded. "You've been crying,β said Nicole. At this simple statement, Carrie's eyes filled with tears, as she rushed forward to give her friend a hug. Overwhelmed, Nicole asked: "What happened?" Carrie's reply was barely audible.
"He dumped me." Nicole shook her head.
"I told you he wasn't worth you," she said, "You're much too good for him." Carrie sniffed and nodded. Sitting on the sofa, she still held Nicole tightly, and rested her head against the other girl's chest. Carrie gently took hold of the hem of Nicole's dressing gown, and slipped her hand inside, to caress Nicole's right breast. Nicole started, but Carrie held her tighter, looked into her eyes and said one word: "Please."
Nicole gently nodded, and slipped her hand round Carrie's waist. Carrie continued to massage Nicole's tit, and soon brought her mouth to it, sucking gently. Nicole found her own hand brushing Carrie tit from behind her, and began to sigh in time with Carrie's sucks. Nicole found her free hand begin to stroke one of Carrie's thighs, and start to wind it's way up under her dressing gown. Between sucks, she could make out Carrie's words:
"Don't stop." Nicole's hand gently touched Carrie's crotch, the coarse pubic hair creating an odd sensation. Nicole felt one of Carrie's hands at her own crotch, and tried to mimic her friend's movements. Carrie gently slipped a finger into Nicole's sodden cunt, causing her friend to have a sharp intake of breath. Nicole returned the favour, and soon Carrie was slowly gyrating on her friend's fingers. Nicole pushed in a second finger, and explored deeper. Carrie's breathing became faster as she approached orgasm, but Nicole did not let her reach it, withdrawing her fingers before her friend could cum. Nicole smiled at Carrie's disappointed face. "Let's go." she said.