Tara's breathing quickened as she moved into the hall. She was keenly aware of Fay watching her from behind, or more likely just watching her behind. Leading the way, she reached the stairs and mounted them briskly. Fay followed at a respectful distance, like a child obeying orders. She still seemed to be in a trance.
Tara strode into her room. The sun had gone behind a cloud, leaving only a faint impression of light through the curtains, and she quickly pulled them open. She wasn't going to rub it out in half-darkness. Her bed was closest to the window, while her absent roommate's was to its right. She sized them up for a moment and picked the one that wasn't hers. Fay laughed as Tara flopped down on the mattress. "Oh, so it's fine if you get Megan's bed soaking wet, not yours?"
"She's not back for a month, it should have dried out by then!" Tara shuffled backwards until she was resting on the pillow. Her hair was still protected by her improvised headscarf, which she realised wasn't the most appealing thing to look at. Carefully she unwound the towel and spread it out under her head, letting it absorb the remaining moisture. Fay stood by the door like a spare part. She was finding it considerably harder to be the audience instead of the show. Tara waved to the end of her own bed. "Go on, sit down. We could be here for a little while."
Fay edged towards it and sat on the corner, her arms folded in her lap like she was on the naughty step. Tara gave her a reassuring smile. The big difference to yesterday suddenly hit home. Fay had had the movie to focus on, so she could keep Tara at a slight distance, as a third party. Now there were just the two of them in this grey little room. Tara lifted her legs and bent them at the knee. She wasn't ready to dive in straight away. She ran both hands up her thighs and took a deep breath. "I made a start in the shower," she explained. "I had a bit of a sleepless night."
"I usually take care of that before I go to bed. See, you're talking to the expert." Fay raised her eyebrows knowingly.
Tara dug herself deeper into the bed, trying to adjust to her new surroundings. But there was no problem with the bed itself; it was big enough, and comfortable enough, for what she needed to do. The only issues were hers. "Sorry if you... y'know, nod off while I'm getting my thing on," she apologised in advance.
"I don't think so!" Fay snorted. She watched as Tara gently lowered her legs, spreading her body flat out. Tara gazed down at her stomach, watching it rise and fall. Her ribs looked so thin and bony. She parted her legs until they were side on, then joined them at the heel to form a diamond shape. One hand circled her belly while the other played with her right breast. She stayed in that position for some time, feeling the warm air wash over her. The worry that she might be boring Fay made her seize up for a moment -- but then she became aware of her, out of the corner of her eye, absolutely glued to what she was doing. She realised that she could draw this out as long as she wanted, and Fay would go with her. That freed her and excited her more than she could have thought possible. Her hand crept down her stomach until it was tugging at her pubic hair, then a little lower.
She closed her eyes and summoned the remnants of last night's dream: those images that remained after the rest had faded away. She didn't need to elaborate much on real life. There was Fay, spread out on the sofa in the pose she had adopted last night -- and there was Tara sitting opposite her, also hard at work. Their eyes were locked together, using each other for inspiration as they rubbed frantically at their clits. Now and then they would hit the right spot and their thighs would shudder with pleasure. Tara bucked forward, her body enacting her fantasy, and thought of Fay sitting watching her, clothed and respectable. That image gave her a greater kick than anything she had imagined so far. Her toes flexed and her pussy moistened the sheets.
When she had summoned the nerve, she opened her eyes again and looked across at Fay. There was no need to retreat into her head when her inspiration was right here in front of her. Fay was staring between her legs as though she were hypnotised. She caught Tara's gaze and stopped, embarrassed. But Tara kept on looking at her, and playing, and as the sticky sound of her pussy echoed between them the message got through. It was time for them to enjoy their respective roles. Fay's body language grew more relaxed. She leaned back, arms by her sides, and became a proper spectator at last. Tara held two fingers to her mouth, wetted them and pushed them into her lower depths. She fidgeted on the bed as she groped upwards, whimpering with each burst of pleasure.
Her efforts were rewarded much faster than she was expecting. She felt the urge to roll over onto her side and squeeze down -- knowing that that was her preferred method of getting off when she was alone. Instead she made a conscious effort to remain upright, to display herself in full. Her legs wide apart, she began to breathe in heavily. Blood was rushing to her extremities, and her heart thudded against its ribcage. She fixed Fay in her sights, letting her know exactly what was going to get her off. She saw the determination on her face, willing her on. With that encouragement Tara fingered herself a little more and came quietly, her body clenching into the bed. She moaned as a warm sensation flooded her, darting from limb to limb. Her eyes closed briefly but she was still aware of Fay, taking in every detail. That made her orgasm even more exquisite. She let out a long sigh of contentment that seemed to hang in the air above her.
Freed from its task, her body loosened up. Her arms flopped by her sides and she stared at the ceiling, expelling her breath. Once again her glasses had misted over. When they had cleared just enough to form a narrow channel, she glanced in the direction of her flatmate. "Well..!" she puffed. "Was that OK for you?"
Fay was hunched over, her eyes wide, as though she could hardly believe what she had seen. "Um..." she spluttered. "Yeah, you could say that."
"I wasn't quite sure how that was going to end! I mean, I didn't know if..." Tara heard the same old self-deprecating voice in her head, and squashed it for once. "I did know," she declared, her head lolling on her shoulder. "I knew it was going to be a good one."
They looked at each other in silence. Tara could see the tension beginning to ease in Fay's shoulders. A smile crept over her face as she realised that she could keep on looking, and Tara didn't mind one bit. All of a sudden she folded her legs up and stretched herself out in the opposite direction. "So then," she announced, her eyes inspecting Tara's body. "You're a bit of an expert too, ain'tcha?"
Tara folded her arms behind her head, like a workman taking a nap in the sun. "Nah. I just work hard at it."
"No,
I
make it look like hard work. You're an artist. You were talking about getting a summer job, right?" She nodded towards the corner where Tara's laptop was poking out of her bag. "You should get on the webcams. Seriously, you'd be great. Better than waitressing," she added as she caught Tara's sardonic look.
"I promised my Mum before I left home that I wouldn't sell myself to get through uni. You can laugh, but they'd heard all kinds of stories about That London."
"Hey, I get it. I had a chat with Megan once about a friend of hers who'd started dancing to pay her fees. We were cracking jokes about it, but I think deep down she was... interested. She could see why."
"'Dancing' being a nice way of saying..."
"Yeah, getting your tits out for a bunch of blokes."
"God, that's just weird." Tara pulled a face as she imagined the girl who slept next to her coming in late from the evening shift. "Mind you, no weirder than me being on webcam. I'd have to do it on Paul and Jenny's bed to have enough room. Can you imagine how pissed off she'd be if she found out? Me lining up a row of dildos..."
"Ooh, Tara!" Fay exclaimed waspishly. "I thought you were too innocent to know about things like that."
Tara nodded down at herself. "Um, have you seen me? I didn't step out of a convent. I know what's what... but, knowing is about all," she admitted. "Ricky doesn't have anything else in that box besides porn, does he?"
"Nope. I had a good look. And even if there was something I could play with, I wouldn't dare use it. It's hard enough hiding it when I'm... on manual." Fay waved her fingers in the air. "It'd be even worse with something that makes a noise. Unless I did it in the bathroom and told everyone that I really,
