Jess was sitting naked across from me on my bed. Her legs were spread wide and she was rubbing her bare pussy.
"Come on," Susie, "let's go together."
"I don't know if I want to get waxed," I replied. "Why don't you just keep shaving?"
"It's a pain," she said.
"You shave your legs and pits, is running a razor over your pussy that much more?"
"Well, maybe if you offered to help..." Jess smiled as she rubbed herself.
"If I agreed, would you stop bugging me about waxing?"
"Sure, but I might need you to do it a lot," my roommate said.
"God, you are such a slut," I retorted and pushed my bare foot between her legs.
"Ooh, are you going to toe-fuck me now?"
We laughed and bent forward for a kiss. Kissing had become a big part of our daily interactions. Since the night we had a three-way with a tall, gorgeous redhead, Jess and I have enjoyed a physical closeness that added to our emotional bond. We were best friends, roommates, soul partners and semi-lovers. At times it was impossible to separate what we were at any one moment. The only rule we had was that we were not going to become full lovers. In our minds that meant, we would not go down on each other, insert our fingers or use a dildo on each other. Funny, how we developed these rules and still kissed and fondled each other a lot.
We would sleep in the same bed, not every night, but frequently. I loved the feeling of her naked body next to mine. Waking up in the morning to find her sexy butt pushed up against mine was a special pleasure.
"I never shaved anyone there," I said.
"I trust you," she replied and slipped a finger inside.
"Stop that, you're turning me on," I pleaded.
"And the problem is...?"
"The problem is we both have a ton of studying to do. I can't concentrate looking at your body and watching you finger yourself. So, go put some clothes on."
"I will if you promise you'll shave my pussy this weekend."
"God, the things I have to do to be your friend," I whined.
Jess jumped up and went to her room. It took me a few minutes to clear my mind of the sight of her pretty open pussy just inches from me. I knew tonight I'd have a rendezvous with my vibe.
After a couple hours of straight studying, I stretched and went to the kitchen for a Diet Coke. As I passed Jess' room I saw her sprawled on her bed amidst books and her laptop. Her black glasses were down to the tip of her nose and she was peering over them to read something from a text book. She was so engrossed in her work that she did not notice me in her doorway.
After a couple minutes she looked up and saw me.
"What?"
"You want something from the kitchen?"
"How about a DC and some pretzels?"
I nodded but didn't leave.
"What?" she said, only this time with a rise in her voice.
"You are too cute for words. I love looking at you."
Jess smiled. "You're demented, but I love you anyway."
I dropped her Coke off along with a bowl of pretzels.
"Mind if I sleep alone tonight?" I asked.
As was her habit, she peered at me over the rims of her glasses. "You know, Susie, you can masturbate in front of me. I won't mind."
"I bet you wouldn't, pervert," I said. "But, I'm still a little shy about that."
"Suit yourself, but at least think of me."
"That's a given," I said and bid her good night.
I finished my work and the soda. After hitting the bathroom, I crawled naked into bed and retrieved my vibe from the bedside stand. With the lights out, I started out slowly. Images of Jess from before with her pussy exposed floated in front of me. As I got wetter, I imagined Christa naked crawling on my bed. Predator eyes bore into me and her tongue flicked out and back of her lush lips. I inserted the vibe and increased the speed. As I was plunging and enjoying the sensations of being filled and tingled at the same time, an image of a tall, dark-haired women flashed through my mind. It was too quick for me to identify, although I had the feeling I knew her. I pushed my toy all the way in and came hard.
In the afterglow of my orgasm, I thought about the new woman who appeared in my fantasy. I still couldn't bring her into focus, but it made me warm all over thinking about her. By now I was too tired to do anything but give into sleep.
***
Sunday rolled around and Jess and I were on edge anticipating another visit from Christa. She had promised us to come by and tell us about her date with Calvin, the football player. As much as we wanted to hear those details, I know both of us were wondering if we would have a repeat of the incredible three-way we experienced with Christa.
Jess was wearing sweats, top and bottom. I had dressed in jeans and a fleece pullover. As we sat on the couch going through the Sunday paper, I felt a familiar and totally unwelcome wetness.
"Fuck," I shouted.
"What?" Jess asked.
"Just got my period," I announced and headed to the bathroom to start attending to matters.
"Ooh, poor baby," cried out Jess. "Guess I might have to take care of Christa all by myself."
"Bitch," I yelled back. Damn it. She was right. I did not do sex when I was flowing. Damn it, damn it, damn it, I was looking forward to another session with Christa. She did things to me last time that completely destroyed my previous concept of what good sex was.
Ten minutes later I was back on the couch properly outfitted and wearing clean panties under my jeans.
Jess was humming a tune that started to get on my nerves when there was a knock at the door.
Jess ran and opened it to Christa.
God, she was beautiful. Today her red hair was worked up into some sort of bun on top. There were a few tantalizing straggles hanging along her long, pale neck. She wore a green turtleneck cotton shirt and black jeans. She dropped her coat on a chair and slipped off her long scarf. Her nipples were nearly bursting from the turtleneck. She kissed Jess and slipped her hands on her butt. Pulling Jess tight to her, she kept contact with her lips and one hand moved up her back and then disappeared in front. From Jess' groan I suspected Christa had found Jess' boob and was giving it all the attention it deserved.
Finally, they broke apart. Christa grinned as she approached me. She sat on the couch and pulled me into her arms. She kissed me and I felt myself wanting to melt into her body. Her hand grabbed the hem of my pullover and yanked it up exposing my right boob. In a second her lips had latched on to my nipple and heat raced through my veins. Her hand ventured toward my crotch, but I stopped her.
She looked up. "Time of the month," I said.
"Doesn't bother me," she replied and bit on my nipple.
