Note: this story is a follow up to another of my stories "Freeuse 01: Innocent Beth", You can learn about what led Beth to her actions in this story by first reading that story.
Oh my God this feels soooooo good. Carrie's fingers knead into my flesh. I'm sitting on my bed and she's kneeling on it behind me. She massages my shoulders from behind. I close my eyes and think about being with Mike.......
Oh, I'm Beth by the way.
You also need to know about Carrie; she's my roommate.
And then there's Mike; he's......well I'm not sure what he is. Carrie's boyfriend? Her fuck buddy? FWB? I don't think she knows what he is either but they have some type of "thing" going.
And here's what else you need to know. I fucked Mike two days ago. Right here in Carrie's and my dorm room. We did it standing up, facing each other. It wasn't about love, or me trying to steal him from her. I just wanted to see what fucking a guy would be like and he just happened to be there. Actually, I kinda "Free-used" him. Carrie doesn't know about that.
Oh yeah, and also...he kinda took my virginity then. Well that's not exactly right, cuz I seduced him mostly....um, I guess I mean I kinda forced my virginity on him. Poor guy, right?
So now that I've learned what fucking a guy is like, I guess I'm kind of curious about what fucking a girl would be like. I've never done that. And Carrie just happens to be here now.
Carrie asks over my shoulder; "Wow, Beth - this muscle is still acting up?"
It's not, but I lie to her; "Yeah, I think my serve mechanics are off, or maybe I need to switch racquets or something." That's tennis talk. We both play on our college's women's team.
I want her to rub my shoulders again, like she did a few weeks back. I wasn't faking it that time, and I didn't know that I would react, or should I say my body would react, like it did. That time her massage made me so horny that I had to sneak off to the dorm shower and jerk myself off. I ended up telling that story to Mike right before we fucked, and so its kinda fresh in my mind, and got me to thinking. So here we are.
Another reason that I want a massage from her is because I think she's fucking hot, and because I want to see if I can fuck her just like I fucked her boyfriend Mike.
Maybe now you're thinking that I'm a total slut. Remember, I was a virgin until I fucked Mike two days ago. Before that, I had zero sexual experience, nothing; no blowjobs, no fingering, no tittie squeezing - hell, I never even really dated. I have done nothing sexual since, well except for jerking off in the shower right after I fucked Mike. I didn't cum when we fucked, but I sure needed to right after!
I talk to Carrie who is behind me; "Hey Roomie - do me a favor? Take off my tennis jersey for me, will ya, I'm feeling warm....I just wanna be in my sports bra." I lie about that too; It's not hot in here at all, I just want to start getting naked without tipping her off to what I really intend to do.
She grabs the shirt on either side of my waist and starts to lift it over my head. Her hands graze my ribs. It doesn't really tickle, but I lie about that too; "Heeheeheeheee! OMG, You're tickling me!"
With that, I pull my arms in to my sides and in the process, force her hands into the sides of my tits. I have really nice tits by the way; when Mike saw them for the first time he told me "I can't imagine a nicer set of tits."
I feel her big soft tits smushing into my back, because I kinda pulled her forward when I pulled my arms in. I keep my arms tucked in and pin her in place like this, she is unintentionally hugging me from behind and kinda accidentally molesting my tits with her hands. I think it's making her a little uncomfortable.
I turn my head and her face is right there, her sparkling blue eyes and full lips a few inches from my face. I want to kiss her but refrain.......
"This feels really nice...." I say, and I follow that up with a sexy smile.
"Um yeah...I guess...." is her confused response.
She's definitely feeling really awkward. That's exactly what I want; I want her to feel unsettled. I want to throw her balance off and I want to inject some sexy into the room. That will increase the odds that I get to fuck her today.
"Oh relax, roomie. I'm not going to rape you!" I may be lying about this too. Maybe I will rape her. We'll see.
I let my arms relax and she pulls herself away. I miss her big tits on my back already. She pulls my shirt off and tosses it on the bed next to me.
"Over here now!" I point to the muscle on my back that I want her to think that I need her to rub next, just below my right shoulder. But what I really want is an excuse for the next part of my little plan.
She starts massaging the spot with both hands, through my sports bra.
"Hold on a sec..."
I casually pull the sports bra over my head and drop it to the floor. I'm topless.now, just wearing my tennis skirt and panties. She has the same get-up on because we just got back from practice, but she's not topless.....yet.
"Ok, that's better; now you can massage me without the stupid sports bra getting in the way."
She starts massaging again.
It's really exciting to be sitting here topless while a hot girl touches my bare skin. Time to crank it up a notch.
Hey Carrie..."
"Yeah?"
"Do I have nice boobies?" I use the term "boobies", but of course I mean tits. I want to confuse her by using "innocent" language while doing something a little slutty.
"What!?!" She's shocked. That's good.
I turn around and face her, scooping them up, one in each hand, and display them for her.
"Whaddya think?"
"Um, Beth. This is getting a little weird...."
"Oh come on, it's an innocent question...do you think they're nice?"
She blushes, then says; "Um Beth, you gotta know you have great tits.." Of course I know, but I maintain the ruse.
"Tits? Ooooh - naughty!..." I giggle. "But do you like them?"
"Um yeah Beth, they're awesome..."
"But are they firm enough do you think? Feel them!" I move close to her and hold them up as if I'm presenting them on a platter."
"C'mon Beth, stop it; you're freaking me out!"
"Oh fine then, Miss Prude! Never mind!" This is a joke because I've heard her and Mike fucking, and trust me, she's no prude. I turn back around and assume the "being massaged" position.
"Hey! I'm not a prude!" She steps right into my trap.
Yeah, ok, whatever.......prude."
She spins me around. We are now facing each other, kneeling, on my bed.
"Ok ok fine. Bring 'em here." She takes hold of one in each hand and begins squeezing and massaging my bare tits. She looks down and studies them. I try to read her thoughts, unsuccessfully.
"Holy shit Beth, you want the truth? I can't imagine a nicer set of tits". Oh my God; that's weird because that's exactly what her boyfriend Mike said when he first saw them, but I can't tell her that, of course.
"But my nipples are way too big, don't you think?" I look down and pretend to brush something off my left nipple. There's nothing there of course, I just want her to see me touching myself, or maybe I just want to touch myself in front of her.
"Beth, jeez they're fine! My nipples are almost as big! Chill out about it - your tits are amazing!" She walks right into another of my traps.
"No way your nipples are this big! Show me!"
"....Beth....what's going on? What's the deal?"
"Oh nothing, Miss Prude." I turn back around.
"Fine. Fine. Look."
She gets off of the bed and stands up, then she pulls her shirt over her head and tosses it onto the floor, hesitates and pulls her sports bra up so it's still kinda on, resting just above her tits. She raises her hands above her head and strikes a "ta-da!" pose for me
I get up off of the bed and stand in front of her, then reach out and begin groping them, but unlike what she did, I gaze into her eyes while doing it.
"Hey! I said I'd let you see if my nipples were like yours, not molest me!"
"What? I want to feel them! You got to feel mine! Plus I can't really feel them good because your sports bra is kinda in the way. I grab it and quickly pull it over her head before she has a chance to react. The motion causes her tits to jiggle for me and I'm sure mine are jiggling for her too. Now we are both topless and only wearing our tennis skirts and panties.
"Much better!"
I go back to feeling up her tits, but unlike her nervous cursory squeezes of mine, I really investigate. I think this is starting to cause her body to react. Her nipples begin to pucker and stiffen.
"Oh my god! Look at your nipples! They're getting hard!"
I pinch one playfully. She gives a little yelp. I take one in each hand and continue pinching playfully.
I taunt her; "Oh my, Carrie - what's going on here? It's like ninety degrees in here, so I know it's not because it's cold. Are you getting a little...um....horny?" I give her a "you naughty girl!" smile.
"Um Beth....Beth....c'mon, you know......" She's squirming and I am loving it.
"I know what?"
"You know when someone touches your nipples? How they get a little....um...you know, excited..especially when someone...um ...squeezes them..."
I squeeze them again for emphasis and wink at her, then respond; "....actually, I wouldn't know, Carrie, -- no one has ever touched mine." I lie again.
"Beth I know you're a virgin, but really? No one has ever played with your boobs when you were making out, like in high school or something?"
I pretend like I'm answering but I really don't give her an answer, just play more games with her, now playing the "poor me" card;
"Can you believe it? Aren't I pathetic? I'm such a loser! A nineteen year old virgin!"
By the way, this whole time I've been playing with her nipples, but I've gone from playfully pinching to more aggressive squeezing and rolling. This has got to be making her wet. I'll find that out soon enough.
"Um....Beth. you know I had a girlfriend for half a minute that one time - Aisha? Is this supposed to be something like that? Are you trying to come on to me because maybe you think you're a lesbian or something? I don't do that girl stuff anymore, plus there's Mike now"
"Yeah, you told me about Aisha, when I accidentally saw your thingy and asked you to explain. What's that thing called again?"
Of course I know what it's called and I'm planning on experimenting with it later, but she doesn't need to know that. I know she still has it because I saw it in her underwear draw when she let me borrow a pair of her panties a few weeks back."
It's...ugh....oh my god......it's called a strap-on, Beth."
"Oh yeah, that's right. A strap-on. Why are we talking about strap-ons again?"
This is like shooting fish in a barrel for me.
"Um...because I was talking about my little lesbian fling with Aisha...."
"Well, would you though? Experiment a little with me too? Like you did with Aisha?"
"Whoa, Whoa! Beth! That's totally not what I was saying!"
I throw myself back so I'm laying on the bed and pout. It takes a moment for my tits to stop jiggling.
