Sarah had padded through the living room of her home towards the bathroom. Her entire experience the day before had seemed so surreal. Part of her wondered if there was some sort of gas leak in her office that made her behave the way that she did. And yet, her bare skin still tingled and she could almost still feel the impressions of Eros's rough hands across her breasts and hips. Deep down, she knew it was all real.
Before stepping into the shower, Sarah examined her body in the mirror more closely than she normally did in the morning. In her mid-30s, she still looked damn good. She noticed the subtle outward flaring of her hips leading up to her flat stomach. She frequently did pilates, and it appeared that her hard work was paying off in spades. She admired the way that her breasts still sat high and firm upon her chest, her pink nipples poking out alluringly. The only thing she'd change, she decided, would be her pubic hair. She had allowed it to grow unkempt and was in serious need of a trim, the thick curly red locks completely obscuring her pubic region. Turning around, she gave herself a playful smack on the ass before stepping into the hot water.
Her behavior was uncharacteristic to say the least, but she was loving this newer and more confident version of herself.
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"Are you sure we should be doing this?" asked Melissa, looking up and down the hallway nervously.
"Look, you heard what our sisters told us. We don't get in until we steal something from Professor Carter's office," replied Emily.
"Like she'd even have anything interesting," Melissa whined "That uptight bitch is probably as bare bones as it gets. They could have picked any other professor..." she trailed off, fearing any potentially steep consequences if the two were to get caught.
The two aspiring thieves were actually able to quickly make entry into Sarah's office since she had forgotten to lock up in her haste to get out of the building the night before. The two girls quickly began searching for anything that might be potentially embarrassing for the uptight professor, and didn't have to look for long before they noticed the glass case draped with thick dark fabric.
Melissa eyed the box hesitantly, but Emily confidently sauntered right up and lifted the drape. She admired the curves of the tall blonde's ass as they pressed tightly against her yoga pants. She was envious of Emily's body, even if she had her beat in the chest department. Melissa had always wished she were a little bit slimmer and had her curves distributed more evenly. "Holy shit..." Emily muttered, snapping Melissa out of her thoughts. "We just hit the jackpot!".
Melissa peered inside, and examined a brightly painted statue of a muscular man in skimpy robes, leaving every detail of his physique on full display. Including...
"Damn, I thought they used to make these tiny when they sculpted them. This guy's hung like a horse!" yelled Emily, a bit too loudly for Melissa's liking. She wasn't wrong though, the people who made this sculpture made the phallus comically large, extending past the statue's knees and about as thick as a cucumber.
"It's a good thing there's two of us" Melissa said, surprisingly being the one to take initiative on the plan to steal the statue. "It'd be pretty tough carrying something this big out with just one person."
"That's more like it, girl! If this doesn't make the girls at the sorority happy, I don't know what will." replied Emily, proud of Melissa's sudden boldness. The pair had been friends since middle school, and Melissa had always been the shrinking violet in contrast to Emily's vibrant and confident personality. She was hoping that going away to college and joining a sorority would help break Melissa out of her shell, and it seemed as though it was already working somewhat.
The girls were relieved to find out that the case was on wheels, so Mel could push while Emily got to be lookout so they wouldn't be caught. The girls made their way down the hallways, trying to steer clear of faculty along the way. Eventually, the girls managed to bring the statue all the way back to their dorm room, stuffing it into the corner of the already cramped room in order to bring it to the sorority sisters the next day.
"Jesus, my heart is pounding!" cried Mel, enjoying the rush she was feeling after doing something naughty.
"See? Stick with me kid, we'll go places" Emily replied, before the two shared a laugh together. "Hey, me and Katie are hitting Shooter's tonight, did you want to come?"
"A bar on a Wednesday night? We have a 7am lecture tomorrow." Mel replied, hesitantly.
"And here I thought you were starting to get more fun," Emily teased. "Alright fine, just don't have too much fun here without me. I'll try not to make too much noise when I get back."
"Thank you for that. Tell Katie I said hi!"
And with that, Emily quickly changed into her going out clothes, Mel doing her best not to stare as she brazenly undressed in front of her. Mel had always been self conscious, especially in comparison to Emily who she considered to be the pinnacle of feminine beauty. Emily often wore low cut crop tops that showed off the cleavage of her perky B cups and tight yoga pants to show off the incredible curves on her lower body. Mel usually wore baggier clothes, and even now was dressed in thick sweats that hid her curvy frame and very sizable breasts. She was never nearly as brave when it came to getting changed in front of her roommate, typically waiting until she's alone or stopping at a bathroom stall if she needed to undress fully.
Once Emily was gone, Mel decided to cozy up in bed with a good book. After all, all of her homework was already done, so she may as well take advantage of a little bit of peace and quiet around the dorm and just relax. As she read, she couldn't help but steal glances over at the statue in the corner of the room. The drape had long since fallen away, and it's image was now exposed for everyone in the room to see. Of course, at that time Mel was the only one there.
Mel was no stranger to reading "spicy" books, and enjoyed how aroused they made her feel, although she rarely ever got off to them. In truth, the book she was currently reading was no more explicit than any other she had read. And yet, she could feel her body getting far more flushed and sensitive than it normally ever did. Curious, she dipped a hand down under her sweat pants and found that her panties were already completely soaked through. Suddenly, wave after wave of arousal began to overwhelm her as she roughly cupped her pussy through the sodden cotton fabric.
Mel's entire body felt like it was on fire, and she could feel sweat completely coating her body at that point. "Fuck it, I'm alone" she muttered to herself before yanking her sweatpants and sticky panties down in one pull. Her pussy was devoid of any hair; she shaved religiously since she hated how itchy she got down there when her hair got too long. This left her engorged pussy lips completely exposed and vulnerable, and Mel took quick advantage of this by rubbing at her clit with one hand while driving two fingers inside with the other.
She masturbated quick and dirty, far more aggressive than her usual routine, and yet nothing seemed to be satisfying her need to cum yet. Frustrated, she pulled off her sweatshirt before yanking off the thick sports bra she wore, the sweat causing the undergarment to stick to her skin as she pulled it up. Her E cups came out into the open with a pleasing flop, her dark areolae topped by brown nipples that were already fully erect and sticking out about a full inch. Her entire chest was flushed pink with an attractive sheen building up all throughout her torso.
No longer did she have to be shy and reserved, no longer did she have to hide under covers. Here, in the privacy of her room, she now felt a degree of freedom she had never felt before. She was nude, gloriously and proudly nude in her own room and passionately pursuing peak pleasure. She looked at herself in the bedside mirror and didn't see an insecure chubby nerd, she instead saw a goddess emanating raw sexuality. The curves that typically brought her shame were powerful fixtures of her womanhood.
Emboldened by a new degree of passion, she quickly brought her left hand back down to her crotch to extinguish the fire that was now raging in her loins. Her right hand brought one breast up to her mouth, where she hungrily sucked and licked at an engorged nipple. She had never been so wet before, her juices were flooding out and dripping down her hand, soaking the sheets underneath.
Mel suddenly found herself panting, still trying in vain to muffle her cries of pleasure as her passionate ministrations intensified higher than ever before. She could feel it crescendo until an all too familiar tingle overtook her entire body. The pumping of her fingers grew more frantic as her orgasm approached, her breasts swaying enticingly with the rhythm of her ministrations.
"Oooh....FUCK!!" She cried out as her orgasm finally overtook her, feeling the contractions of her pussy completely enveloping her plundering fingers. Her back arched off of the bed as she came, before flopping back down again, completely spent. She lay in bed panting, and looked down at her body. She was completely soaked in sweat and other juices. It was easily the messiest masturbation session she had ever had in her life. So much for an early night.
The sheets were certainly a lost cause at that point and needed to be washed. She didn't want to get up. She wanted to lay in her post orgasmic bliss for just a bit longer. Begrudgingly, Mel hastily pulled on a long T-shirt and a pair of boy shorts before making her way over to the communal laundry room on the floor. Given how shitty those dryers were, she'd likely have to be up for another 3 hours at least.
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Emily couldn't believe what a bitch Katie had been on their night out. The two had been friends since high school, but ever since they started competing to be in the same sorority, she had grown very catty towards her. The entire night had been filled with subtle put downs and backhanded compliments, all with the plastic veneer of friendship presenting itself on the surface. She had grown nauseatingly fake, or perhaps she had always been that way and Emily was only just starting to see it.
Either way, she didn't want to deal with it right now. All she wanted to do was get into her pajamas and try to get some rest. Thankfully she hadn't drank much and cut their night off early, so she could still get enough sleep for their lecture the next morning and not have to worry about waking up hungover. As she made her way back to her room, she noticed that Mel was gone, her sheets completely stripped from her bed. Curiously, she decided to head to the laundry room, where she found her roommate sitting on top of one of the machines, scrolling her phone while she waited for the laundry to finish.
Emily cleared her throat, and Emily looked up in surprise, expecting her to be out much later. "Oh hey! I just..." Mel said, looking down embarrassed.
"Decided to do laundry at 11pm?" Emily asked, quirking up an eyebrow.
"I tried to drink water while laying flat and spilled it all over myself. Stupid idea, I know".
Emily wasn't convinced by that, it just wasn't like Mel to be careless like that. She questioned if maybe she had had some sort of accident, but that didn't make sense either. Had she...? That was hard to believe also, yet Emily had a nagging suspicion that she may have been having some fun to herself and gotten carried away.
"Right," Emily said, deciding to risk overplaying her hand. "Well good for you girl. But next time you decide to 'drink water', maybe put down a towel or two. Can save you a lot of trouble, trust me." Emily punctuated her statement with a wink, hoping to lessen the embarrassment. It didn't work.
Mel had realized Emily saw right through her story and felt a bitter pang of shame. Surprisingly, however, she didn't feel the need to keep hiding it. Instead, she decided to own it.
"I may have gotten a bit carried away. I don't usually...you know. Get messy like that." Had it been anybody else, Mel would have locked herself away in her room and not come back out for a week. But this was Emily, her best friend of 7 years. If she couldn't talk about these things with her, who could she talk about them with?
"Are the sheets almost done?" Emily asked, trying to change the subject and spare Mel from any more of the awkward conversation.
"About twenty minutes left, probably. They were just a little damp at the end of the last cycle."
"Good, neither of us will be getting to bed too late then. If it were a class I could get away with being sleepy in it wouldn't be a huge deal. But of course it has to be O chem."
