Chapter one
The tip of my tongue was at the base of the pink dildo, and I traced the wet silicone past the midway point all the way to the round tip of the fake cock. I tasted my juices, the hint of the silicone material in the background, and the faint flavor of my roommate’s pussy. It would have to be faint as the four times in the last thirsty minutes I fucked myself with this pink, slightly curved sex toy. I squirted on it each time with leg-shaking force.
It was sad, my juices washing away hers, but Rachel’s scent still permeated from the dildo. The same smell emitted from her bedroom. The same waft that left me floating after her every time she walked past me in the kitchen. It was a strawberry odor, some kind of lotion she rubbed on her skin each morning and night. It had an orange note at the end, like a chime at the end of a song signaling its end. I had never been more aroused by a scent in my life.
The tip of the dildo crested my lips, and the girth of the shaft pushed into my mouth. My left hand sliding down my curvy breasts, I arched my back on my queen-sized mattress, anticipating the touch of my naked sex.
I had only been roommates with Rachel for a week, and already I had fucked myself so often my pussy lips felt raw and tender. Technically, the twenty-three-year-old woman was my landlord, and I was her tenant. There was something a little demeaning about being a thirty-year-old woman renting a bedroom from a twenty-three-year-old girl. Prior to my move across the country to start anew, I abused myself with the situation, calling myself a failure. Now, having moved into my bedroom down the hall from Rachel and laying in my bed with her dildo tapping the back of my throat, I found the idea quite attractive.
Me beholding to her. Me subservient to the younger, sexier woman’s ways…
“Mmmm…” I moaned around the toy.
I definitely was attractive. Blond hair that hung down to my shoulders with streaks of bleached highlights. The few pounds I put on in the decade since college only made my butt a little rounder, a few stretch marks appear at the curves around my breasts, and my taut belly softer but not fat.
When I was just about to pull the dildo from one set of lips and insert it into another, I heard the door open and close. I sat up with a start. It wasn’t my bedroom door; it was the front door. Rachel’s door closed next.
Oh, god, what is she doing here? She was on a date with her boyfriend! She specifically told me she was going to stay at his place tonight. She only left an hour ago!
Chapter Two
Looking at the blush pink dildo like it had betrayed me, I stood throwing on the clothes I had piled on the floor beside my bed. Black yoga pants and a pastel-colored shirt with pink cursive writing across the breast of it reading, ‘Go Girl!’ I couldn’t find a bra, so I didn’t bother with one.
One problem at a time.
I had only peaked inside her room just to get a better smell of it. I loved the cozy atmosphere and sophistication of her décor, and… then I saw it. The 8-inch beauty of a dildo left on her nightstand from what I could only assume was a recent use. The urge was too much to resist. I wasn’t one for snooping or theft normally, I promise, but… I was just going to borrow it. For an hour or two.
Great, Beth, just great. A new state, a new city, one week in my new home and I’ve ruined it!
I waited at the door, listening for Rachel to storm down the hall, demanding where her dildo was. Yelling for me to pack my things and leave, but what I heard were muffled sounds. Unknown words, groaning, a bed creaking.
They’re doing it. I gasped and moved closer to the wall. The sound was no better, though. There was a full bathroom and a closet between the two rooms. A desperate need sprouted in my chest. My heart raced even before I acted.
Cracking open my door, I slowly stepped out into the dark hall. Lilac-shaded night lights populated the hall, giving the darkness a romantic feel. Creeping down the hallway, the moans became louder, and the sounds of the bed clearer.
“Put it in me, oh god, put it in me right now!” Rachel’s voice bled through the door. The musical note in her voice was somewhere between order and begging. “Ahhh, yes!”
I stood with my head to the door and held my breath as I listened. I should have felt gross for listening in on such an intimate moment. But when I searched for the societal prescribed shame, I was supposed to be hurt, and all I found was excitement. The thrill of spying on my roommate buzzed around my belly like honey bees circling a bright, gorgeous flower ripe with nectar.
“God, you’re so fuckin’ hard!” Rachel’s dirty talk continued.
My hand moved with a mind of its own as fingers slipped down to my crotch. Through my yoga pants, my left hand rubbed my clit softly but with growing intensity. The speed at which I went from casually masturbating in front of my landlord’s door to furiously doing so happened in the blink of an eye. Awkwardly, I reached out to the doorjamb to steady myself as the first orgasm neared. I had forgotten the dildo was still in my right hand and almost knocked on the door with it. Bowing my legs out and pushing to my tippy toes, I came. Biting my teeth together and flattening my lips so my screams wouldn’t escape like Rachel’s did, I felt lightheaded.
“Ahh, ahhh, oh yes… fuck! Turnover. Lay down on your back,” Rachel ordered her date around like he was a sex toy.
And yet, it made me eager to comply with her commands. Without thought, worry, or inhibition—very uncharacteristic for the old me—I lowered myself to my butt in front of her door as I peeled away one leg of the yoga pants. The wet crotch clung to my lips as I did. Slipping the 8-inch dildo into my mouth, I easily deep-throated it with practiced precision and added an extra layer of spit to it.
The sound of impacts on the bed creaked as Rachel rode her man, just as the tip of Rachel’s dildo pierced my pussy lips. Shoving it all the way inside me, I arched my back against the floor, and my thick breasts and hard nipples jetted to the ceiling. My lips parted for the dildo just as my other lips parted for a silent scream. On its own, the dildo found the rhythm of the clapping bodies fucking on the other side of the cheap alder wood door.