“You’re not going to believe what happened in Biochem today,” Simran exclaimed as she flopped onto her bed. Her roommate, Shreya, glanced up from her book, a hint of curiosity in her eyes.
“Oh?” she replied, setting the book aside. “What’s got you all riled up?”
Simran sat up, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “So, Dr. Patel was explaining the reproductive system, and she started talking about the clitoris, and I just couldn’t help but think…” She trailed off, biting her lip.
Shreya leaned in, her curiosity piqued. “Couldn’t help but think what?”
Simran took a deep breath, her cheeks flushing. “I just couldn’t stop wondering. What it would feel like to touch one.”
Shreya’s eyes widened, and she felt an unexpected warmth spread through her body. She’d never talked about such things with Simran before, but there was something about the way she said it that made it feel okay. “Well,” she began tentatively, “I guess it’s like, it’s really sensitive.”
Simran nodded eagerly. “Yeah, but what does it do?”
Shreya leaned back, considering. “It’s like the centre of pleasure for a girl.” She paused, realising she was blushing. “It’s what makes everything good down there.”
Simran’s eyes searched hers, a mix of curiosity and something deeper. “Can you show me?” she asked, her voice a barely-there whisper.
Shreya’s heart raced, but she found herself nodding. She slid off her bed, her legs brushing against the cool floor. “Okay,” she said, her voice shaky. “But only if you want to.”
Simran’s nod was more enthusiastic this time. “I do,” she murmured, lying back and spreading her legs slightly.
Shreya approached the bed, her hands trembling slightly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She slid her hand up Simran’s thigh, feeling the smoothness of her skin and the warmth emanating from her body.
Simran’s eyes fluttered closed, her chest rising and falling with every shallow breath.
“Is this okay?” Shreya asked, her voice a soft murmur.
“Yeah,” Simran breathed out, her eyes still closed, “Just. go slow.”
Shreya nodded, her hand continuing its journey up Simran’s thigh. She felt the fabric of her panty, damp with anticipation. Gently, she brushed her fingertips against the thin material, feeling the heat radiating from beneath.
Simran’s body tensed, a soft gasp escaping her lips. Encouraged, Shreya moved her hand higher, her fingertips lightly tracing the edge of Simran’s underwear.
“Is this okay?” she asked again, her voice barely above a whisper.
Simran’s eyes remained closed, but she nodded, the anticipation making her body quiver. Shreya took this as a sign of encouragement and gently slid her fingers under the elastic band of Simran’s panties. The warm, damp folds of her pussy greeted her, and she felt Simran’s legs part even wider in silent invitation.
The sensation of Simran’s wetness was unlike anything Shreya had ever felt before. Her fingertips danced along the soft, velvety skin, exploring the uncharted territory with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She felt the slickness of Simran’s arousal, and it only served to excite her further.
The smell of her desire filled the air, a heady scent that seemed to intoxicate them both. Simran’s pussy was a secret garden, untouched by anyone else’s hands. The folds felt like the petals of a blooming flower, delicate and responsive to the lightest touch.
Her clit was the stamen, a little bud waiting to be coaxed into blossom. Shreya marveled at the beauty of it, feeling a strange sense of power and wonder as she touched her for the first time. The wetness that coated her fingertips was the nectar of Simran’s arousal.
It was a testament to the desire that had been building between them for so long. It was a warm, slippery sensation that made her body ache with need. Shreya’s breath hitched. She felt Simran’s muscles clench around her fingers, a silent plea for more.
Her heart pounding in her chest, Shreya focused on the tiny bundle of nerves that was the centre of her exploration. She circled it gently, the pad of her thumb barely grazing the surface. The soft, rhythmic motions sent waves of pleasure crashing through Simran’s body.
Her hips lifted slightly off the bed with each pass. Simran’s breathing grew more erratic, her chest heaving as she struggled to remain quiet. “Oh, Shreya,” she moaned, her eyes snapping open to meet hers. “It feels so good.”
Shreya felt a surge of confidence at her roommate’s response, her thumb pressing a bit harder against the swollen nub. She watched as Simran’s pupils dilated, her mouth parting in a silent plea for more. The sight was intoxicating, and Shreya felt her arousal spike.
Her other hand slid up Simran’s stomach, her fingertips gliding over the soft mound of her breast. She felt the nipple pebble against her touch. She couldn’t resist giving it a gentle pinch. Simran arched her back, a strangled cry escaping her throat.
The room was filled with the sounds of their mingled breaths and the slick wetness of Shreya’s thumb moving in slow, deliberate circles around her clit. The intensity grew, a crescendo of sensation that seemed to consume every part of Simran’s being.
She could feel her body coiling tighter and tighter, like a spring being wound to its breaking point. Shreya’s eyes never left Simran’s face, watching the play of emotions that danced across her features. She felt a strange thrill knowing she was the one causing such exquisite pleasure.
With a sudden boldness, she slid her index finger alongside her thumb. Teasing at Simran’s opening before gently pushing inside. Simran’s hips bucked at the intrusion. Her pussy clenched around the digit as if trying to pull it deeper. Her thumb continued to work its magic on Simran’s clit.
Now moving in small, rapid circles as she felt the walls of her vagina tighten around her finger. The wetness grew, making every movement feel like a slick dance of desire. Shreya’s panties were damp now, her arousal demanding attention.
Withdrawing her finger slightly, she watched Simran’s body tense in anticipation. She inserted it again, this time pushing deeper, mimicking the slow, deliberate strokes of a cock claiming a pussy for the first time. She felt the resistance give way to acceptance.
Simran’s body welcomed the intimate intrusion. Shreya’s thumb remained a steadfast sentinel, stroking the swollen clit with the same gentle yet firm rhythm. Her index finger began to mimic the slow, sensual thrusts of a lover’s cock.
She felt Simran’s inner walls quiver around her, a silent plea for more. Simran’s hips started to move in time with Shreya’s hand. Her body instinctively sought the release that hovered just out of reach. With each delicate push and pull, Shreya felt Simran’s pussy clench and release, a warm, wet embrace.
It grew more insistent with every stroke. The sight of her roommate’s body reacting so viscerally to her touch sent a jolt of pure desire through her. Her hand felt foreign, transformed into a tool of pleasure, a proxy for the most intimate of acts.
The art of fingering a pussy was one of patience and precision. It was about reading the subtle cues of the body. The way the muscles tightened, the breath hitched, and the pupils dilated. It was about finding the perfect balance between pressure and speed, between gentle coaxing and demanding assertion.
Shreya’s eyes remained locked on Simran’s face, using it as a map to navigate between pleasure and pain. Simran’s moans grew louder, filling the small dorm room with a symphony of need. Each gasp and whimper was a note in a song that Shreya had never heard before.
But one she found herself eager to compose. She felt her clit throb in response, a phantom echo of the pleasure she was giving. Her thumb moved faster now, pressing down harder as if trying to coax the sweetest of melodies from a shy instrument.
“Oh yes,” Simran moaned, her voice a hoarse whisper that seemed to resonate through Shreya’s very soul. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Her back arched off the bed as Shreya slid her finger in deeper, feeling the heat and wetness engulf her.
The sensation was unlike anything either of them had ever experienced. They both revelled in the delicious tension that grew with each passing moment. Shreya’s own body was on fire. Her clit pulsing with the need for attention. She couldn’t resist the urge any longer.
She began to rub it through her panties, the fabric providing just enough friction to drive her wild. “It’s going good?” she panted, her eyes searching Simran’s for approval.
“More,” Simran begged, her voice strained. “Faster, please, Shreya.”
Shreya nodded, her breathing ragged, and leaned in closer to Simran’s spread legs. She parted the soft folds with her free hand, exposing the glistening pinkness beneath. With a flick of her tongue, she tasted the sweetness of her roommate’s arousal.
The flavour was as intoxicating as the scent that had been filling the room. Simran’s body jerked in response, and she let out a strangled cry. With growing confidence, Shreya’s tongue began to explore, tracing the contours of Simran’s pussy with a hunger she didn’t know she possessed.
She lapped at her clit, the tender bud pulsing beneath her touch, and felt the tremors of pleasure that coursed through Simran’s body. The sounds of her roommate’s passion fueled Shreya’s desire. She licked with a fervour that was both surprising and thrilling.
Simran’s hips rolled up to meet her mouth. Her body undulating in a rhythm that was as ancient as it was primal. Her hands clenched on the bedsheets. Her knuckles were white with the effort of not grabbing onto Shreya’s head and pulling her closer.
She could feel the pressure building, a delicious ache that grew more insistent with each flick of the tongue. “Oh, god,” she groaned, the words barely coherent as she succumbed to the sensation. Shreya felt the power of her roommate’s passion in every stroke of her tongue, every gasp and shiver of her body.
She licked and sucked with a hunger that grew more intense by the second. Her desire spiralled out of control. The taste of Simran’s arousal was like nothing she’d ever known. Her hand slipped into her panties, her middle finger coated with the wetness that had gathered there.
Without thought, she mirrored the rhythm of her mouth on Simran’s clit with her throbbing flesh. The sensation was incredible, a heady mix of giving and receiving pleasure that she’d never experienced before. Shreya pushed her middle finger deep into Simran.
The digit disappeared into the slick heat of her pussy. Simran’s body jolted, a keening wail escaping her lips. Shreya felt the muscles clench around her, a desperate attempt to hold onto the feeling of fullness. She pumped her finger in and out, the wet sounds of their joined flesh a symphony in the quiet room.
Her thumb never ceased its relentless circling of Simran’s clit, the little nub standing tall and proud amidst the folds of her pussy. The pace grew faster, a blur of movement as Shreya’s hand became a machine of pleasure. Simran’s breath came in ragged pants.
Her eyes squeezed shut as she rode the wave of sensation. With a sudden burst of bravado, Simran reached up to her chest, her hands cupping the soft mounds of her breasts. Her nipples were already hard, pebbled with desire. She pinched them lightly, rolling the sensitive tips between her thumbs and forefingers.
The twin points of pleasure sent electric jolts straight to her core, amplifying the sensations that Shreya’s skilled hand was creating.
The feeling of her touch and the exquisite torment of Shreya’s thumb on her clit was too much to bear. She could feel the orgasm building, a tsunami of pleasure that threatened to consume her entirely. Her breaths grew shallower, her chest rising and falling as if she were running a marathon.
And then it hit. Simran’s body convulsed, her muscles seizing as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed through her. Her pussy clamped down on Shreya’s finger, a vice of pleasure that seemed to have a mind of its own. She threw her head back.
Her mouth opened in a silent scream as her climax rolled through her body like thunder. Shreya felt the tremors, the pulsing of Simran’s pussy around her finger. She knew she had pushed her over the edge. The power of it was intoxicating, a heady rush that made her orgasm build.
A pressure grew with every gasp and shudder of her roommate’s body. She kept her touch steady. Her thumb never faltered as she rode out the storm with her. Simran’s climax was a thing of beauty. A raw, unbridled expression of pleasure that seemed to shake the very foundations of their friendship.
Her body writhed, a dance of ecstasy that left them both breathless. Shreya watched in amazement. The waves of pleasure rolled through her, each spasm more intense than the last. Simran’s orgasm subsided, and she pulled back. Her hand glistened with their combined wetness.
With trembling fingers, she reached down and slid her panties to the side, her eyes never leaving Shreya’s. “Your turn,” she whispered, her voice a mix of lust and satisfaction. Shreya’s breath caught in her throat as she felt Simran’s hand at the waistband of her panties.
She nodded, the anticipation making her legs shake. Simran’s fingers slipped under the fabric, her touch cool against Shreya’s heated skin. With a swift motion, she pulled the garment down, exposing her eager pussy. Shreya stepped out of her panties, standing before Simran.
Simran’s gaze was intense, her eyes dark with desire as she took in the sight of her roommate’s nakedness. She reached out. Her hand trembled slightly as she cupped Shreya’s mound. The soft hairs tickled her palm. She felt the heat radiating from the slick folds beneath.
Without breaking eye contact, Simran slid her middle finger along the length of Shreya’s pussy, coating it in the slickness that had gathered there. The touch was electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure through Shreya’s body. She let out a shaky breath, her legs threatening to give out beneath her.
Simran’s finger hovered at the entrance, a silent question that hung in the air. Shreya nodded, the need in her eyes speaking louder than words. With a gentle push, Simran’s finger slipped inside. The sensation of fullness made Shreya’s knees buckle.
Simran’s touch was tentative at first, exploring the unfamiliar terrain with a mix of wonder and excitement. She felt the walls tighten around her, the muscles spasming as they adjusted to the sudden intrusion. Encouraged, Simran began to move her finger in and out.
The wetness made it easy to glide in and out of her roommate’s tight pussy. Shreya’s breath hitched, her hips jerking in time with the rhythm. Simran watched her face, a canvas of passion painted with every stroke of her hand. The sight was mesmerizing.
She found her arousal growing with each passing second. “Faster,” Shreya begged, her eyes squeezed shut, her head thrown back. The word was a plea, a demand, a cry of need. Simran obliged, her hand moving faster. Her finger plunging in and out with increasing speed.
The wet, slippery sounds of their joined bodies filled the room, a symphony of passion that seemed to echo through their very bones. Shreya’s hips rolled in time with Simran’s strokes. Her body moved in a dance of desire that seemed to have been choreographed by instinct alone.
Her breasts bounced with each thrust, the tips of her nipples a rosy shade of pink from her earlier ministrations. Her hands found their way to her chest. Her fingers were plucking at her nipples with a desperation that matched the rhythm of Simran’s hand.
The sensation of her touch was amplified by the feeling of Simran’s finger inside her. She could feel the heat of her roommate’s gaze on her. The knowledge that she was being watched made her even more wanton. Her breaths grew more ragged.
Her eyes glazed with lust as she played with her breasts, the sensitive flesh yielding to her touch. Simran watched, her arousal spiking at the sight of Shreya’s unbridled passion. Her thumb found Shreya’s clit, the sensitive button of pleasure that had brought her so much joy moments before.
She began to rub it in tight circles, her breath catching. She felt the tension in the other girl’s body build. Shreya’s hips bucked against Simran’s hand. Her breath came in pants as she chased the orgasm. Each stroke of Simran’s thumb brought her closer to the edge, a precipice she yearned to fall over.
She could feel the pressure building, a coil of need tightening in her belly, demanding release. Her eyes flew open, locking onto Simran’s as she felt the first tremors of climax begin. “Please,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with need. “Don’t stop.”
Simran’s gaze was fierce, her desire mirrored in the depths of Shreya’s eyes. She knew what she needed to do. With a wicked smile, she curled her finger inside Shreya, pressing against that magical spot that would send her spiralling over the edge.
Shreya’s eyes rolled back in her head as Simran’s finger found her G-spot, the intense pressure sending sparks of pleasure through her. Her body responded instinctively. Her hips grinding against Simran’s hand, seeking more. “Yes,” she gasped, the word a prayer on her lips. “Right there.”
Simran felt a rush of power at the control she held over Shreya’s pleasure. Her desire spiked as she watched her roommate’s body tighten around her. She increased the pressure. Her thumb moved faster on Shreya’s clit, feeling the swollen bud pulse beneath her touch.
Shreya’s legs began to shake. She reached out to grab Simran’s shoulders for support. Her nails dug in, a silent plea for more. Simran’s finger moved in a steady rhythm. She felt the muscles of Shreya’s pussy clench and release around her. A pulse of need that grew stronger with each passing second.
Then it happened. The coil of tension that had been wound so tightly within Shreya snapped. Her body convulsed, her pussy clamping down on Simran’s finger in a vice-like grip as she screamed out her release. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m cumming,” she shouted,
Her voice echoed off the walls of their small dorm room. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever, a never-ending crescendo of pleasure that shook her to her core. Simran felt the tremors, the pulsing of Shreya’s pussy around her finger. She marvelled at the power of her touch.
She had never felt more alive, more connected to another human being, than in this moment of shared ecstasy. She kept her rhythm steady, her thumb pressing down on the sensitive bundle of nerves until the last ripple of pleasure had passed through her roommate’s body.
They both took a moment to catch their breath, their eyes locked in a silent conversation that needed no words. The realization of what they had just shared hung heavy in the air, a newfound intimacy that had transformed their friendship into something infinitely more complex and beautiful.
Simran was the first to speak, her voice still shaky from the intensity of her climax. “Wow,” she murmured, a soft smile playing on her lips. “That was. amazing.”
Shreya nodded, her cheeks flushed with the afterglow of pleasure. “Yeah,” she breathed. “It was.”
For a moment, they just stood there, their bodies entwined, hearts racing, the air thick with the scent of sex. Then, as if a spell had been broken, they both began to laugh. The tension of their first intimate encounter dissolved into a shared moment of relief and excitement.
They had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. But rather than fear, they felt a strange, thrilling sense of liberation.
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