When I applied for college I knew I would be giving up my privacy as soon as I set foot in that dorm room. Freshman year, living with one other person, wasn't terribly difficult. It only got more difficult from there. I loved my roommates, but living with four other girls isn't nearly as fun as the porn videos make it seem. It wasn't until four months into the first semester that I found some time truly to myself. Two roommates went home, one had a sporting event at a school the next state over, and the last was out with her boyfriend for the weekend. Knowing I had a full two days to myself felt like being a kid in a toy store. Thankfully, the toys were already purchased and stashed away under my bed.

Class on Friday was slow, I could feel the excitement bubbling up under my skin and between my legs. It was early October, so the campus was filled with falling leaves and chilly breezes. I had gone for a pair of leggings and a baggy sweater. Knowing my plans for later that night I had neglected to put on panties. The tight fabric fit snugly against my legs. Now, I'm not and have never been a tiny girl, so the fabric did nothing to hide my somewhat thick thighs. Despite the baggy material of my top, my full breasts made a point to stand out. I had long since come to terms with my body shape, and I would never complain about the hourglass I had to work with.

"Enjoy your weekend, I will see you guys back here on Monday," the professor had said when she turned away from the board. I gave a gentle smile to some classmates but ultimately I was just in a rush to get out of the room. A few texts from my roommates confirmed that they were already gone. I used to curse myself for having to be in class the latest on a Friday but today it worked to my advantage. I tried to take my time to walk back to my apartment without looking like I was in a rush. A classmate stopped me to have a conversation as I was about to walk into the building and I swear he probably thought there was something wrong with me. He cut the conversation short and allowed me to go on my way.

Once in the apartment building, no one really bothered to interrupt my half-jog to the apartment. Opening the door to hear nothing inside was so rewarding. I locked the door, just to be safe, and headed to my bedroom. That door was quickly locked as well. I knew no one was home, but the paranoia hadn't worn off. As soon as my bag hit the door I was grasping for a bag I kept far under my bed. The toys I had desperately wanted to play with were waiting for me. My pussy was quickly reminding me that it had been a long time since I last toyed with it. The wetness was causing the soft fabric to cling to my skin and I was subconsciously squeezing my legs together as I stood staring into the bag.

Eventually, I decided upon a little vibrator that I knew would curve just right up into my gspot. I had bigger things in the bag, but I also had the whole weekend to play. I took the time to gently slip my shirt over my head, exposing my breasts to the cool air around me. My nipples were hard, pressing through the black lace of my bra. I gently reached up, cupping one of them with one hand and ran my thumb over the bud, eliciting a quiet whimper from my lips. I carefully slipped out of my leggings, a tiny stream of wetness connecting my needy pussy to my wet leggings.

I let my fingers drop down to gently touch the length of my slit. Even standing up my toes curled and I had to bite my lip to restrain a noise.

Giving in, I gently rested back on my bed and immediately spread my legs. One hand was cupping my breast and the other was teasing the cool length of the vibrator against my clit. It was still off, but stimulation was stimulation. My pussy was dripping, causing dampness on my thighs and threatening to leave a wet spot on my sheets. I gently slid the vibrator down, able to hear the wetness even before I pushed the vibrator in. My hands worked the no-longer cool plastic against my wet opening. I teased myself until my toes curled against the sheets, hips arching and clit throbbing. I pinched at one of my barely-covered nipples and suddenly slid the toy into my needy pussy.

"Fuck," I breathed desperately, suddenly feeling much more full than I had in a long time. My thighs shook some and I allowed myself a little bit of time to adjust to the size. It wasn't massive, but I felt tighter than usual. My pussy was squeezing gently around the toy in anticipation and I eventually started to thrust. Soft moans slid past my lips, my hips arched and my pussy dripped around the toy onto my fingers. I lifted them to my lips and softly sucked the juices away, whimpering around them. I dropped both hands this time, using the same one to thrust the toy in and out of my snatch quickly, the other toying with my clit.

A loud moan escaped my lips and I arched my hips, feeling myself get closer and closer to the impending orgasm. I had been so desperate for it that I knew it wasn't going to last terribly long. However, with the gentle lift of my hips I accidentally thrust the toy further in and up into my gspot. It caused a louder moan and my pussy to tighten around the toy. "Ah! Shit!"

I turned my head to bury my face into the pillow, my legs were still shaking and eventually I gave in. I gently flicked the switch at the end of the toy and it buzzed to life. I yelped in surprise to the increased sensation and my pussy pulsated around the toy. My hand continued on my clit, not needing any extra spit because I was so wet.

"I'm going to cum, fuck," I whispered to no one in particular, and I did just that. My pussy tightened, my clit pulsated and I came hard around the toy. Riding the waves of an orgasm for as long as I could, my cum dripped slowly from my pussy down towards my asshole. Immediately I flipped off the vibrator because I was becoming oversensitive. I couldn't bring myself to pull the toy out of me, feeling so deliciously full while my pussy continued it's slow pleasurable pulsations as my orgasmic aftershocks finished.

Pulling the toy free caused a low moan as well, the wetness audible even over my noises. I lifted the toy to my lips, wanting to taste myself. A slow lick turned into a suck and a head bob. I forgot how much I loved having something in my mouth. This action caused a renewed tingle. My slit was still dripping wet and begging to be used, but what came next is a story for another day.

To be continued...