This is not a true story, just a fantasy of mine even though the ending is reminiscent of how something in my life actually went down. For those who want to know I don't think I'll be finishing my other series but if anyone wants to write an ending for it I'm okay with that. From now on I'm only posting completed stories.
Anyways, this one is for Bri. I'm sorry I didn't try harder.
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I was just starting to shower, still adjusting the temperature when the curtain was ripped open. My suitemate, who also happened to be my RA, stepped into the stall with me and got down to her knees. She forced my legs apart and put one up on the ledge. If I hadn't been so surprised by the whole situation I might have put up some sort of fight. I say might but in all honesty I'd been crushing on her for the past four months and she knew it. I had told her the last time I was drunk (about a week ago) that she could do whatever she wanted to me and then kissed her. She kissed back for a second before she detached herself and looked at me with an unreadable whirlpool of emotion in her eyes. Then she turned away and locked herself in the bathroom we shared. I hadn't talked to her since.
So forgive me for not pushing the object of my affection away when she came into my shower and practically buried her face between my legs. I watched her as she leaned forward and when she looked up our eyes locked. There was a question there, so far she had taken control of this but it looked like she wasn't sure she was allowed to continue. I swallowed hard and managed to give her a nod of my head to let her know it was okay.
She looked back down to my pussy and then oh so slowly ran her tongue from the bottom to the top of my slit and over my button. My eyes hooded over and I shuddered, letting out the groan I was trying to suppress in the process. She continued her ministrations, starting on the outside and lazily working her way to my inner folds.
How did I end up here? I found me asking myself. How did it go from her not talking to me for a week to her surprising me in the shower with what I was quickly learning was a very talented tongue? I racked my brain to think of what changed but soon I couldn't keep a coherent sentence going let alone contemplate the thought processes that led to this situation.
Another moan escaped my lips when she sucked my clit into her mouth and bathed it with her tongue. She let it go then ran her mouth along the sides of me, kissing my swollen labia every so often as she went. Her fingers were dancing on the insides of my thighs, tracing foreign patterns on the delicate skin. Her tongue delved in between my folds again and it felt like she was memorizing every contour I had to offer. She moved back up and grabbed my clit in between her teeth, gently tugging at it.
Fuck I was going insane.
My back arched involuntarily against the cool tile to push myself further into her mouth, one of my hands found its way into her short black hair and quickly got tangled in it. The back of my other arm pressed against my forehead and covered my eyes that were by now tightly shut. My stomach muscles were burning from being repeatedly clenched at random intervals as she found new spots that only heightened my arousal.
She licked every crevice and once in a while she would stiffen her tongue and thrust it into me a few times before moving back to my clit. Every time I got close to coming she would move again, prolonging my pleasure and my torture as well. I wasn't sure I could take much longer. Each flick of her tongue made my knees weaker, each nibble caused me to roll my hips, each time her mouth captured a part of me I would tighten my grip in her hair.
I dared a glace down, immediately regretting it. She was looking up at me, those dark green eyes that had been haunting me for months watching as I writhed beneath her. The thought occurred that she had been watching the entire time and it tipped me over the edge. My body froze for a second before shockwaves of pleasure washed over me. As the first wave hit me my eyes squeezed shut again. My back arched almost painfully and I wanted to scream but at first no noise came out. Soon after it started though I was aware that obscenities were streaming out of my mouth although what I said I can't be sure. The orgasm lasted for what seemed like forever but eventually I came back down.
I hadn't noticed that she'd kept licking me the entire way through but when I was done and panting hard I could feel her still lapping up whatever juices she had missed. My breathing slowly went back to normal and she moved her arms out from under me and started to stand. It was a bad decision on her part because as soon as her arms were gone my knees buckled and I fell on my ass.
She got back down and looked at me worriedly. "Are you okay?" she asked as she reached out her hands and placed them on either side of my face.
I laughed with as much energy as I could gather and responded, "Define okay."
She smiled. God that smile was sexy.
"Why did you..." I started to ask but she silenced me with a finger and shushed.
I waited for her to say something but she just looked at me, studying my face with an expression that I still couldn't read. It was pretty much the same expression she had given me a week ago when we first kissed but this time it looked a little different. Happier maybe? I couldn't really tell.
So what were we now? I knew I liked her, hell I would even go so far as to say I was in love with her. But did she like me too? Would she want to be with me or was this a one time thing? An experiment that I had inadvertently snagged a position in when I told her she could have me? I wasn't sure and the fact that she still hadn't said anything had me expecting the worst, especially since she was my resident assistant and I'm guessing assisting the residents to mind-blowing orgasms wasn't in the job description. But she wouldn't be my RA for much longer, we moved out of the dorms tomorrow and then there would only be an age difference to deal with, although 24 seemed like a long way from 19...
I was lost in my own thoughts at this point and I didn't notice that her eyes were no longer roaming per se. They were glancing back and forth between my eyes and my mouth. When I did notice though, I looked at hers and licked my lips.
I did it because I was told once that when you want someone to kiss you that that's what you do. You either look at their lips or you lick yours. And I really wanted to kiss her.
Of course I wasn't sure if it would work or not being as inexperienced as I am, I mean what she had just done to me was the furthest I'd ever gone with anyone by a long shot. I suppose I could've just leaned forward and made it happen myself, but I wanted her to do it. Lucky for me it did the trick because soon I felt her leaning forward, her breath sweet against my skin.
She paused just before our lips touched and my breathing hitched. She closed the gap and my first thought was that we fit. Her lips and mine pressed perfectly together and I could taste myself on her. It was a soft, short kiss, not a peck but not much longer than a couple of seconds.
When she pulled back I leaned forward and brushed my lips quickly against hers before she got too far away. Then I did it again. And again.
She laughed a little at that.
"Alright, before we get carried away again can we at least get out of the shower?"
I had forgotten about where we were, but once she mentioned it the cold water was hard to ignore and I felt that my fingers were starting to get wrinkly. I really didn't care as long as I was with her though.
"Carried away?" I said with an impish look, "If that's what you call that then we should get carried away more often."
She responded by saying, "If that's what you'd like I think we could make that happen." While she grinned at me.
Then her confidence seemed to falter and she sounded almost nervous as she continued.
"It's what I'd like anyways..."
I looked at her a bit surprised. I mean yeah she had just eaten me out in the shower with no real reason, but she also didn't talk to me for a week after we had first kissed. I still didn't know if she'd want to do it again.
"Um yeah," I said with a slight chuckle. "I want to do that again. A lot."
