Jane felt a surge of adrenaline and a momentary sense of panic. She had somehow grown her clitoris into a seemingly functional penis, masturbated to orgasm into her dorm room toilet, and then watched the shaft retract back into what appeared to be a normal-sized clitoris. Now her roommate Amy was knocking on the door to see if she was okay. What on earth was she supposed to say?
She considered her options.
"Yes, I'm fine. I just finished beating off." -- How would she explain that?
"No, I'm not fine, for some reason I can grow a penis." -- That seemed equally problematic.
"Yes, I'm fine," she called out, not bothering to explain further. That seemed safest.
Jane looked down at the toilet and saw her ejaculate. Her girl-penis, or whatever it should be called, had sprayed the water in the toilet bowl and the sides. There was creamy fluid all over. She grabbed some toilet paper and wiped at the sides of the bowl as well as she could as quickly as she could, and then flushed. There, that should deal with the weird evidence.
"Sorry to bug you when you're using the bathroom," Amy said through the door. "I just wondered if you wanted company during your shower?"
Jane shivered and blushed. Yesterday Amy had helped her masturbate her vagina and it had been extremely pleasurable. Apparently her roomie wanted to continue their new sexual explorations together, which was sexy and encouraging. But she wasn't sure what to do about the fact that sometimes she could apparently grow an erection. Should she tell Amy? How would she react? It was freaking Jane out and it was her body.
"Just a sec," Jane said. She took a deep breath and then opened the door.
Amy was standing there completely naked, which was a very sexy sight to see first thing in the morning. She was tall, with legs to spare, and perky breasts that fit her slender frame. Her blonde hair made her seem like an elfin princess to Jane, who had always considered her roommate beautiful. Now, however, there was the new component to their relationship where they gave each other orgasms, which just made it all the more intense.
"You wanted to shower?" Jane gulped.
"With you, yes," Amy smiled.
She took the shorter girl by the hand and tugged her towards the shower stall, turning on the water. Amy pulled Jane against her for a kiss while she waited for the spray to heat up. Jane moaned into her lips, feeling the sensual softness that she'd enjoyed so much the day before. Their lips melted together warmly, and then Jane felt Amy's tongue teasing her mouth.
"MMmmmm," she intoned. Amy held her tight, deepening the kiss, and led her into the water.
The warm spray of the shower added to the sensuality, making Jane's body tingle all over. Amy's hands followed, caressing and squeezing. Jane loved the way Amy paid attention to her entire body: stroking her skin, kneading her breasts, gripping her buttocks. It seemed like the taller girl adored each inch of her body and then repeated it all over again with soap. Jane's body was under water but it also felt like it was deliciously on fire.
"You're so hot," she gasped as Amy rubbed her pussy lips, pushing her against the wall of the shower.
"I was just thinking that about you," Amy giggled. She slid her fingers along Jane's folds and then pushed inward, sliding a finger into her wet pussy.
"Ohhhhh," Jane whimpered, squirming. The water cascaded down on them as Amy fingered her slick hole.
"We can do this every day," Amy purred, kissing Jane.
Jane's body lit up with pleasure at the feelings of both Amy's actions and what she was saying. There was certainly going to be a lot of fun in the last few weeks of school before graduation if they were going to be having frequent sex. She also had a momentary sense of alarm that was lost in the sensation of sex, when she briefly worried about how to keep her secret. But then her orgasm was building and Amy had added a second finger to her juiced up slit, and there was no concentrating on anything else.
Amy sped up her pace as she felt Jane's vaginal walls squeeze her fingers. She kissed her friend deeply as she fingerfucked the shorter girl, and was gratified to feel her tremble and quake with orgasm. Jane moaned breathlessly against her mouth as her body shuddered with pleasure.
"This is so much fun," Amy smiled.
Jane nodded meekly, blushing.
***
It wasn't much fun as the morning wore on. Jane had to sit through class and attempt to concentrate but images of Amy over the last few days kept sneaking into her mind. Kissing her. Fingering. Amy's naked body. So much had happened in a short amount of time. Jane kept squirming in her seat, adjusting her skirt, and looking around nervously to see if anyone else was noticing her discomfort. She had never really been sexually aroused before until this week and now it was hard to stop feeling horny.
Thankfully her clit seemed under control for the moment, she hadn't had an erection since beating off that morning. Hopefully it would stay calm for the rest of the day. She didn't entertain much hope of it being gone forever, but getting through class would be good.
At lunchtime Amy met up with Jane in the cafeteria and caressed her thigh under the table every chance she got while they ate. At one point she leaned over to whisper in her ear:
"Tonight I think you should learn how to eat pussy."
Jane blushed redly but nodded. How could she say no? For one thing, Amy was fun to be with, and for another, the idea really turned her on. She loved that her confident friend was finding things to teach her and arouse her. She wouldn't have thought of any of this on her own.
However the idea really got to her during her afternoon classes. She kept imagining Amy's bare pussy and it made the room seem too warm. Her tummy started to clench and she felt the aching that always preceded an erection. She immediately put up her hand and asked if she could go to the bathroom.
Jane rushed down the hallway. She could feel her clit stiffening in her panties. Did she dare go to the girls' washroom to take care of it? Should she go back to her dorm room? Would she make it without someone noticing? She wasn't sure how much her skirt hid the growing bulge in her panties.
She rushed into the nearest girls' bathroom just out of the fear of someone seeing her walking down the hall. It wasn't until she was in the stall that Jane realized how awkward a choice it was. If she was going to masturbate (which had been the only help thus far) then she should get the ejaculate into the toilet bowl. However, that meant standing facing the toilet, like when a boy urinated. Anyone coming into the bathroom would see her feet facing the wrong way. That could cause a lot of questions! How would she ever explain something like that?
"Now what am I going to do?" she asked herself, exasperated.
Her erect clit was already really swollen and straining at her panties. She could feel the fabric pulling taut against her shaft. Jane definitely couldn't sit through class like that. She needed relief. Maybe she could cum quickly, before anyone else walked in?
Jane undid her skirt and hung it up on a hook on the back of the stall door. Then she slid her panties down and off, hanging them up too. She didn't want any possibility of getting a mess on her clothes. Her erect clit-cock jutted out from her crotch obscenely, all throbbing and hard. The shaft ached with arousal.
"You're so fucking impatient," she almost growled at her girl-dick. The shaft bobbed before her so she reached out to grasp it.
Jane started to stroke, feeling the indescribable sensation of her soft hand gliding along her meaty length. It felt good, even if she wished it wasn't happening at all. There was a delicious tingling feeling in the tip, and a tightening at the base. She bit her lip as she picked up the pace. She wanted to finish this fast before someone came in.
The shaft pulsed and throbbed in her grip and fluid started to bead from the head. Jane remembered this part, getting the juice on her hand helped to slicken the shaft as she stroked. She ran her hand over the bulbous knob and got her palm sticky, then slid it along the length. It felt so good that way. She pumped harder.
Jane closed her eyes and shivered, feeling the tension build inside her, the clenching, warm feeling that seemed to precede an orgasm. She wriggled her toes and waited for the blissful release.
"Jane, are you in here?" a voice called.
Her heart jumped in her chest and her eyes flew open. Who was that? What did they want? In a panic she turned and sat down on the toilet, taking a split second to push the seat into place.
"Uh, over here," she said. "Who is it?"
"It's Nurse Hathaway, dear, your teacher called to see if you had come to my office again, she said you seemed uncomfortable in class and asked to go to the bathroom. I thought I'd check in to see if you were in distress."
"'Distress?' Why would I be in distress?" Jane chuckled nervously, despite feeling all kinds of distress lately.
"Well, lots of girls get their periods unexpectedly, especially when they're new, and sometimes they get stuck in a stall without a pad or tampon, that sort of thing."
"Uh, no, I'm not having my period," Jane said, blushing. "Just needed to go the the bathroom."
