XXIII: Oh God, I Fucked My Roommate
Blake
Blake woke to a content soreness in her pussy and a similar, yet slightly less enjoyable feeling in her ass. The latter also felt wonderfully full, however. Blake didn't sleep with plugs in often, but she'd grown to enjoy the feeling of waking up with something insider her--provided she'd remembered enough lube the night before.
When she stretched, yawning, and brushed against something soft and warm, Blake's eyes shot open. She looked to her right hesitantly, and her breath caught in her throat as memories of the previous night rushed back to her.
"Oh fuck," she breathed, frozen as Marie stirred beside her. Blake was caught between the desire to get as far away from Marie's naked body as possible before she did something as stupid as she'd let herself do the previous night and a desire to pull the sheets over her head and never come out. The images that flashed through her head didn't help.
She and Marie had clung to each other, fucking with the double-ended dildo for what seemed like hours. Yet Blake's pussy had just gotten greedier with each orgasm and Marie's fervor had indicated a similar burning within her. The last thing Blake remembered before they had passed out from sexual and physical exhaustion had been kneeling on the bed opposite Marie, asses slapping and grinding against each other as they used a slightly shorter double-sided dildo to fuck ass to ass.
Blake's overworked pussy pulsed as those images spurred it to begin making itself wet once more, and desire stirred within her as she gave Marie a sideways glance, torn between her body's desire and arousal to jump the girl again, and the shame at how she had betrayed her own rules and Liam's trust.
Liam.
The thought of him stabbed a blade of ice through Blake's heart. He was going to hate her when he learned about this. Asking him beforehand would have been one thing, but this--
Blake's train of thought stopped as Marie rolled toward her and opened lazy eyes to look at her. Rather than echoing Blake's own shock, they were content. When they did finally widen and Marie looked over Blake, then herself, her cheeks colored a bit, but she simply made herself comfortable on her side facing Blake and scrubbed a hand through her hair.
"I guess we got a little carried away last night," she said, seeming maybe a quarter embarrassed as Blake felt.
"Marie," Blake began before her voice caught in her throat. She cleared it nervously before continuing, "I'm so sorry. That was way out of line. I didn't mean to--"