After graduating high school and leaving my comfortable home in Florida, I found myself rooming with a wild child from southern California. Ella, was tall and slender with long flowing blonde hair and a deep tan. Her fit frame was ample for supporting her large B cupped breasts. Even at our first meeting, I wasn’t afraid to say how I thought she was attractive. Up to this point in my life, I had done quite a bit of sexual experimentation throughout high school with boyfriends and alone, however, I had not ventured into my bisexual side yet. Living in a fairly strict house, I hid my sexual activities and limited masturbation sessions to the shower or when I was home alone. Up to this point, my self exploration was pretty straight forward. Mostly with fingers, although I had found a hair brush handle that I became quite fond of. I knew of the world of sex toys, but wouldn’t dare to bring one into my home, for fear of being found out. My sex life was quite the norm for a high school student. Mostly consisting fooling around in the back seat, which led to many a blow jobs and eventually into some hot sweaty sex with the boyfriend of the moment. Toward the end of my senior year of high school, I had more often found myself fantasizing about being with another girl, but had not acted out on any of my torrid thoughts.
Ella and I hit it off right away. Becoming friends fast, we often found ourselves having late night erotic conversations about our previous sexual activity. It was obvious from the get go that she was far more experienced than I. Ella told stories of masturbation with vibrators and dildos and hot sex stories about being on the beaches and even on the school football field. She even spoke of an experience at a party where she found herself drunk in a bedroom with a cock in each hand. Ella never spoke of any experience with other girls so it left me to wonder if she was grossed out by the practice, or just shy about speaking of it in front of me. After ending each night and turning off the lights, I would find my hands sliding into my panties while lying in bed just feet from my roommate. As I would retell the story I had just heard to myself, as my fingers would slide up and down over my ever swelling moistening lips. Biting my lower lip to prevent the slippage of any moans, I would lye facing the wall, my back to Ella’s bed and gently moisten my pussy until access could be made to my sopping hole. Making sure to silence any noises, I would allow a finger to slip past and deliver an explosive amount of pleasure as it would plunge into me. While plunging my finger in and working in a second, I often found myself wondering if Ella was doing the same as she lay just feet away, thinking of one of my stories, or maybe me. Working my way to a silent orgasm, I would cum on my fingers and often bring them up to my lips for a gentle lick, to taste myself then doze off.
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