"...those are my panties." It sounded foolishly obvious when Kimmy said it out loud; of course Rosa had to know those were her panties. Kimmy's underwear drawer was half-open, the neatly folded clothes obviously rummaged through to find a pair that particularly struck her roommate's fancy. And Rosa was still in Kimmy's bedroom, still holding the scraps of lace and satin that barely even qualified as an article of clothing, unable to even pretend that she'd somehow bought an identical outfit that just happened to fit on her slender body as well as it did on Kimmy's broad alabaster curves.
Not that Rosa was wearing the panties, or anything. No, she had them pressed against the bare, terracotta skin of her naked cunt, rubbing them freely against her slick labia and getting them all messy with her drooling musk. On Kimmy's bed. And judging by the extremely large wet spot on the bed, Rosa had been... there was no other word for it, masturbating... in Kimmy's room, on Kimmy's bed, with Kimmy's panties, for probably the better part of an hour before the young white woman got home. In a violation of Kimmy's boundaries and personal space so flabbergasting she didn't even know how to get properly angry about it. It was just so ludicrously over the top, so absolutely shameless in its audacity, that all she could do was stand there with her hazel eyes goggled wide and mumble, "I... I really think they are." And then blush bright red because she knew how stupid she sounded.
Incredibly, though, Rosa just looked her square in the face with her deep brown eyes and said, "I know. I came in here looking for something else and I got a little distracted." As though she hadn't been grinding her pussy against the sheer satin fabric when Kimmy came in. As though she wasn't still doing it right now, humping the panties with a blatant disdain for the proprieties of their cordial but by no means romantic relationship. As though 'I got a little distracted' would easily translate to 'I dug through your underwear drawer, found your sluttiest lingerie that you reserve for third dates with guys you're already horny as fuck for, and started flossing my cunt with it like a wild animal marking its territory' in Kimmy's disbelieving ears.
It felt like a deliberate challenge, and Kimmy didn't see how she had any choice but to respond to it. "Oh really? And what thing was that?" she asked, putting her hands on her wide hips and staring Rosa right in the eyes. Which, thankfully, meant that she had something to distract her from that constantly rubbing hand and the way it ground Rosa's musk into the fabric until she knew her panties would smell like her roommate's cunt for weeks. It seemed almost like the other woman was getting turned on by the whole confrontation, as if getting caught masturbating aroused her almost beyond reason. God, Kimmy hoped that wasn't the case. They'd only been living together for a few weeks, and the vibe between them was weird and tense enough already without discovering that Rosa had some sort of exhibitionist fetish.
Rosa stared back, her voice flat and inflectionless as she said, "You remember. I lent you that thing, you said I could come in and get it back any time I wanted." She didn't sound like she cared much whether Kimmy believed her or not; if anything, the blatant indifference in her tone made it seem like she was actually hoping Kimmy would challenge her further. It almost made Kimmy question her own conviction, just a little--surely nobody would come up with a lie that brazenly sloppy and vague without some truth behind it, would they? They'd invent specifics, they'd make up details, they'd... they'd at least fucking stop masturbating, Kimmy thought, struggling to keep her gaze level despite the distracting motion between Rosa's legs.
"I, um, I... I don't remember borrowing a 'thing'," Kimmy murmured, rubbing her temple as she tried to keep her focus squarely on the conversation and not on the liquid sounds coming from Rosa's cunt. Dear god, she was openly pushing the panties into her pussy now, wrapping them around her fingers and thrusting deep into her own soaking folds at a speed that made it clear that Kimmy's roommate was--Jesus fuck, she was literally sloshing wet. Kimmy blushed brighter, feeling somehow more embarrassed for noticing than the other woman was for fucking herself. "Could you, uh, could you describe it to me?"