A dream is sliding away, one you can't remember, but you must have been enjoying it because your panties are soaked. Your nipples are hard to the point of pain, straining against your tank top in the breeze from the ceiling fan.

Your breathing is heavy, loud in the dark, and it turns you on even more. You are tangled in the sheets, a pillow between your knees, as always. You tighten your thighs and begin to rock against it. You are even wetter than you thought. Your cotton briefs slide against your clit, making a mess of the sheets, but the warmth of your own arousal is all-consuming. Everything else ceases to exist.

The pillow is too soft, it doesn't provide enough pressure, but you can be patient.

For now.

You tease your nipples through the fabric of your shirt. Your panting brings your breasts into your hands, and then away again, a torturous game with yourself. Fingertips are itching for something more. Harder. Faster. With a gasp, you pinch the sensitive tips and buck forward, a low moan escapes your lips. You've never been this aroused, ever. You feel like you're ready to burst out of your skin. Every touch, every sensation is overwhelming and you're lost in a sea of longing, need, and ache.

Your breathing is erratic as you squeeze and play with your chest, fabric sliding between your hands and body, creating a rush of tingles and extra stimulation.

The pillow isn't cutting it anymore.

You shove your hand between your legs, and the sudden change of pressure elicits another obscene moan. You don't even sound like yourself. 

In some distant part of my mind, you remember that you share a wall with the room next door. Im probably not up yet, and I sleep like the dead. The possibility of being overheard by your roommate isn't enough of a concern to make you stop. 

I'm a good roommate in all the ways that count. It's fun to hang out with, helps around the house, and gives you space when you want it. Living with me is a thousand times easier.

The hand between your thighs is slick, sliding along your panty line. Your pussy is swollen with need, pulsing in time with your heart, hot and slippery and sensitive. A quick flick causes your whole body to clench. Your trying to take your time, to make this feeling last, but you're losing control.

You rub your knuckles against your clit, circular motions that send you into spasms, your legs are twitching, and you're trying to hold back, but you can't. This is beyond consciousness now. An orgasm rocks through your entire body, lifting you off the bed for a moment as you writhe and gasp for air. 

You realize that you're making a high-pitched moaning sound, something you've never done before. Oh, god. Before the shuddering stops, another orgasm follows the first. You clench your teeth together, trying to quiet the scream that wants to escape.

It still isn't enough. You've cummed twice, and feel even hornier than when you woke up. You don't know what's going on with you, but you're too foggy and lightheaded to care. You're going to ride this for as long as you can.

The phrase gives you an idea. You scramble to get into your nightside table, where you have a dildo wrapped in its satiny bag. It has a suction cup on the end, but you've never actually tried it. Today is the day.

You stumble into the bathroom but leave the overhead lights off. Our small window overlooks the lit courtyard and in the dim glow, you can just barely make out your reflection in the mirror above the sink. Your hair is wild, and your tank top has twisted to one side, a pert, dark nipple peeking out.

You survey your options and decide to stick the dildo to the inside wall of the tub. It takes a few seconds to get a good seal, seconds that feel like days as your breath quickens again. You still have one hand in your panties, teasing and toying, though you're not in danger of losing interest.

Once the silicone is secured to the wall, you quickly strip and turn on the water. When you moved in, you replaced the showerhead with a detachable, handheld style, which you're absurdly grateful for today. You drop to your knees, one hand helping to support your weight, the other aiming the hot water between your legs. Oh, why haven't you done this before? You take a moment to enjoy the spray, before backing yourself onto the dildo. 

The penetration plus the external stimulation sparks something in you that you would have been embarrassed to share with another person. It’s primal. You've never experienced this side of yourself. You feel hungry, desperate. You shove your ass towards the wall, pressing the dildo as deep into your pussy as it will go.

You try to find a rhythm, but your movements get more and more frenzied. You're riding this thing hard, slamming yourself back and shaking as the toy stretches you.

A sound makes you realize that it was a second knock. You hadn’t immediately registered the first rapping at the door. You're so far gone, too distracted, too lost. 

“You in there? I heard a weird noise. You ok?”

The hand supporting you slips, and you drop the showerhead before barely catching yourself.

“I- yeah, shit, hang on,” you scream. You frantically try to right yourself, and in the process, you bang your elbow against the side of the tub. The echo is embarrassingly loud, and you realize you didn’t turn the fan on. I would have been able to hear everything. God, had he heard me ramming myself against the wall?

“What was that?”

“Nothing, I’m fine! Give me a second.”

You scramble into an upright position, replace the showerhead on the wall, and try to catch your breath. You turn the water off and the silence feels heavy.

“Okay,” he says, uncertainly. “Uh, you good?”

You weigh your next words for a split second before deciding to commit. You don’t know who you are today: someone you've never been before.

“Actually, could you… help me with something?”

“Sure.” I sound like I'm still half asleep.

“Can you come in here?”

I hesitate. I know it’s a weird request. We’ve been platonic roommates for months now, At first, I had been worried about living with him alone but we could handle the increased rent, and the awkwardness had passed almost overnight. I quickly became one of your best friends. Still, we weren’t the kind of friends who typically invited each other into the bathroom.

I crack the door open. “What’s up?”

You peeked out across the small room. Steam obscured me for a moment, but you could see my eyes trained steadily on the floor. You clear your throat, take a deep breath, and slide the shower curtain open. The sound drew my eyes up, and you saw my gaze bounce from the dildo on the wall to your wet, naked form. The hall light behind me placed you in a near-perfect spotlight, or so you hoped.

I froze, utterly and completely still, except for the obvious and immediate arousal. The bulge in my boxers got you panting again. You couldn’t look away.

We stood there, taking each other in, the cool air from the hallway seeping into the room, cooling it down. You shivered slightly, and the movement seemed to shock me back to life.

"Sorry, sorry,” I muttered and started to close the door.

“No, please. I need…” You swayed a little bit.

The combination of the temperature drop, multiple orgasms, and your still unmet need made you feel dizzy but completely focused. You needed to lie down. You also needed me. Badly.

You leaned forward, pressing yourself against me. My chest tickled your already throbbing nipples, overstimulated from the cold.  you could feel how hard it made me, could feel me trembling as I waited for my next move.

“I need you,” you said simply. “I need you right now.”

My eyes met yours. You don’t know what I saw there, but my pupils dilated and you ran your tongue across my lips. You wanted that tongue in your mouth and in… other places. 

I took a small step back, and broke our bodies apart. “Are you asking what I think you’re asking?”

“What do you think I’m asking,” you purred.

“No games,” I said, roughly. “I need to know exactly what you mean.” you studied me up and down. I was clearly interested, clearly keeping myself in check, vibrating with the effort it took to keep my hands at my sides. “Say it.”

“I need you inside me. I need to feel every inch of you. I need you to fuck me so hard I see stars and I need it right now.”

Apparently that was clear enough. I rushed forward and wrapped my arms around you, but my kiss was surprisingly gentle. My lips brushed yours, and I moved from your mouth to whisper in your ear.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting?” I said. “How long I’ve wanted you?”

I slid my hands down your back and gently led you out of the tub. I took your hand and tugged you down the hallway towards my bedroom. My sheets were still mussed and warm. They smelled like me.

You were happy to let me take the lead. You found a well of courage, born of desire and ease, that made you feel like you were able to take charge in a way you never had before during any sexual encounter. You felt powerful. You slid my boxers off, running your hands across the smooth skin. The sun was starting to come up, casting a glow about the room, light enough to see by, but leaving room for mystery.

You took your time exploring my body. I wasn’t toned but was shaved, a fact I found deeply comforting. I looked deliciously, amazingly human. You traced a scar that curved under one knee.

“Bike accident,” I mumbled.

You kissed the scar and ran your tongue up along the inside of my thigh. You spent a few minutes learning the shape of my balls before taking my shaft in your mouth. I shuddered, and twined my hands in your hair, before gently pulling you away.

“Too much,” I gasped. “I want this to last.”

You crawled up my body and we ended up spooning, my erection pulsing against your back, but i ignored it and wrapped my arm around you, cupping your breast and pinching the nipple. I was very, very patient, making sure that every part of you got equal attention. My breath was hot in your ear.

“You are stunning.”

You whimpered and arched against me. You were getting impatient again and took matters into your own hands. You threw a leg back over me, creating easier access to my still-throbbing pussy. You were rubbing yourself when my hand covered yours. I didn’t try to stop you or move your hand away. Instead, I moved with you, learning what you liked before taking over. I mimicked your actions, tracing your folds the way you had, and then moved down lower. 

I slid a finger inside me.

“More,” you gasped. I added another.

“More,” you insisted. I added a third and worked some kind of magic you've never been able to do by your original. I masterfully hit just the right spot and you had a moment of disorientation before realizing you had squirted. It felt foreign but the release was overwhelming. 

“Don’t stop,” you begged. I held you tight. Each wave sent shivers through your body, and i responded with a small moan, enjoying your pleasure. The world seemed to disappear for a moment and then you went limp, every muscle spent.

And yet.

“More,” you said again, stubbornly.

“More what?” I laughed in your ear. “Do you need a break?”

“No,” you rolled to face me. “I still need you.”

You shoved me onto my back and gracelessly straddled my hips. You were a mess, sticky and slippery, and still slightly damp from both the shower and sweat.

“I’m good too,” you whispered and began to shift against me, rubbing yourself and your arousal all over my rock-hard cock. You could have cummed again from just that, but you lifted yourself slightly and adjusted me to meet you. 

You slid, slowly, slowly down until I filled you completely. I seemed to stop breathing until you began to pump up and down. Like in the shower, you started with patient intentions and quickly lost yourself in the feel of me, the fullness, the smooth skin, and the unyielding pressure. 

I reached forward, using my fingers to stimulate you, and you leaned back, giving me as much as you could. My eyes were open, taking you in, watching your tits bounce as you rode me faster and faster. 

Another orgasm, so many today, rocketed through you and you jerked forward, losing all sense of time or space. You felt me buck underneath you, letting out a low, deep groan and a couple of choice words.

“Oh fuck,” you heard me whisper, more to myself than to you.

You leaned forward, with me still inside you and you twitched again. “What?”

I opened my eyes, kissed you, and cocked my head to the side with a sleepy smile. “It was even better than I imagined.”