Roomates, Part I
	Dianne, Natasha, and I had been roomates since freshman year.  We had become the best of friends and we all did everything together.  I had changed alot in college: my perceptions, my thinking and especially, my feelings for my roomates.  My eyes always sought out one of my roomates in a class, Dianne.  I had to admit it to myself: I had a crush on her.  I wasn't sure how I felt, but I did know those feelings went far beyond friendship.  I had always admired her, her brains and her beautiful body.  She didn't have what most guys would call, " a bod", but she was certainly beautiful to me.  I had caught her once in bed with the covers pulled around her with her hands in her crotch...She was masturbating!!! I couldn't believe that she was doing it.  It's not like I haven't heard everybodys' stories about how they masturbate in their rooms at night when their roomies are asleep; campus self-stimulation had reached epidemic proportions, no one seemed to be gettin any!! ....I felt so lucky to be seeing this.  She was going at a frenzied pace and I didn't even believe she had seen me yet.  I watched her for what seemed like hours but was in reality only a few minutes.  Her gasp she made when she came was like music to my ears, a very familiar sound. I had been making it since I was 12.   
	She was a great looking brunette with high, firm breasts that were very well-toned because of her long work-out sessions at the school gym.  She and I went there together often, pumping iron side-by-side.  Watching her grunt with effort on the stairmaster, I would sneak glances at her very shapely ass.  Like two perfect teardrops, her ass had a great shape and I wanted to explore every inch of it.  I was very secretive about my appreciation of her figure but I think, once or twice, she might have seen me.  
	Let me describe myself: My name is Meghan.  I am a very well-proportioned curly-haired blonde, green eyes, larger-than-average breats tipped with extremely-sensitive, bubble-gum colored nipples.  Many an orgasm had coursed through my body as a result of those two tender spots of flesh.  I love to wear short minis and I love the looks I get with them.  I had had many boyfriends, some of them I even let have sex with me.  I blush furiously when I say this but, I love to suck cock.  I have to admit it, I loved to have a nice, thick one to plop in my mouth <sometimes I would rather it than sex>.  I was a fanatic about safe sex, always catching my boyfriends' warm semen in a condom, rather than swallowing it like I really wanted to.  I had dated many many guys and I had found most of them to be lacking in what I wanted, sure the sex was good but I was still searching for something...else.  
	I had had a full week of finals and I was bushed.  I got home and flopped down in my favorite chair by the window.  I got around to thinking of how much I wanted Dianne.  I wished those soft breasts would be hanging over my face right now.  I would lovingly suck and nuzzle her nipples, before I would travel down her stomach and....Oh god, I started to really get worked up.  My hand had strayed to my nipples during these lurid thoughts and I was absentmindedly pinching and massaging my nipples through my shirt.  Things progressed, and soon my hand was traveling down under my shirt, past my stomach and onto my pants.  I quickly unzipped these, knowing full well I had to have a release now, or else I would explode from all my sexual tension.  I stood there admiring myself in a mirror: my breasts were without one once of sag and my butt was tight and ready.  My pink, lacy panties were shoved quickly aside in my rush to get some satisfaction.  I didn't even bother to rub my deep pink slit a little, I dove straight into my vagina with a vengeance.  I rubbed my little clit furiously, craving release...It only took about a minute for my vagina to start contracting in one of my, usually very long, orgasms.  The surging feeling in pussy and in clit was enormous...I had never cum so hard.  I nearly lost consciousness, I was astounded to see how much fluid had leaked from me during my little solo fling: the sheets and pillows were soaked!  I covered myself with a blanket and slept fitfully.  
	I woke to the shower running in the bathroom.  I started wondering who it was: Natasha or Dianne.  I heard the shower stop and someone get out.  I made a decision to feign sleep and see who was running around nude.  I just had a feeling something special was planned.  
	I was very surprised when I saw Dianne step out of the shower, wrapped in a small towel that didn't leave much to the imagination.  Since the room was partially darkened, I could crack my eyes and still apear asleep.  She called out my name and came over to my bed.  She was checking if I was asleep, I wondered why.  When she got no response from me, she walked back around until she was right by my head and dropped her towel!!!  I was shocked, and the rustling of the towel hid my gasp of surprise.  I tried to get myself under control but it was tough with Dianne's dark-haired pussy less than a foot from my face.  She began to rub her nipples with her hand until they became very hard and sensitive, stroking them until they were red and swollen.  She brought her breast up to her face and suckled on her nipples for what semed like hours.  Pulling them with her teeth and flicking them with her tongue.  I saw her convulse and shake and I knew she had just come...Her juice had leaked from her hot pussy and was running down her legs.  I yearned to lick her juices up, and swallow them with relish, rolling it over my tongue.  She started moaning something unintelligible but as I got used to it I heard, " yah yah, do me Meaghan, DO ME!!!".  I was astonished!!! She wanted me as much as I wanted her.  I had thought of saying something up to this point but all thoughts were banished from my mind and I just laid there, enraptured with her sultry motions.
She moved her hand down to her black-haired pussy, and started to, quickly and with much urgency, manipulate her clit.  Her small bud was red and swollen, just like her nipples; it had squirmed out of it's hood and was being attacked feverishly by Dianne's fingers.  Her pussy was large and wide open with her lust and she was jamming four fingers up her gaping cooze, making loud squishing sounds.  Often she would lift one of her juice-covered hands to her mouth and lick it clean, loving her own taste.  I was too stunned during this whole thing because this was stright from a dream I had dreamt for countless nights.  
	She went back over to her bedside and pulled something out of her drawer and came back over to my bed, her fingers still in herself.  She brought the object behind her and only then did I notice it was actually two dildoes!!!  I was in for more a show than I thought before.  She brought the first one, the smaller one, behind her and slowly inserted the 7 incher into her back passage, moaning the whole time.  When it was finally all in her, she moved her pelvis around to get used to the feeling of having it in there.  When accustomed to the intense anal feelings, she took the other one, the monster, and brought it to her red, swollen-looking opening and started working the length into herself.  It was over 14 inches long and it took over 3 minutes for her to get it all in.  She moaned a moan of voracious longing when she knew she was filled from both sides and she started working both plastic cocks, in and out, faster and faster.  When her orgasm came it was like a train crash: she wailed at the top of her lungs and dropped to the floor in orgasmic ecstasy.  Her vagina was pumping out fluid all over the floor, evidence she had hit her g-spot.  After a few minutes, she regained her composure and gathered her things and without a word, went to bed.  




