Chapter 2

She released her breast with a loud sucking sound. Her warm, saliva glistened on her nipple as it bounced back down to its normal position. She reached up and started caressing her nipple again with one hand. The other hand started going down towards her skirt.

Suzi pulled up the pleated skirt with her free hand until it rode high over her waist, exposing her white, cotton panties. Her hand slid down beneath her underwear, softly touching her mound of dark pubic hair, then going lower, until it rested on her vagina.

Aimee stood frozen. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She had never dreamed of doing such a thing. She couldn’t believe her roommate was doing it. Suzi was masturbating, she was playing with herself. And she couldn’t believe she was watching her do it. She knew it was wrong, but couldn’t force herself to turn away. It didn’t look as evil as they say, but. . .

She noticed for the first time that her own nipples were erect. She felt a deep stirring within her, a yearning. She was drawn to what Suzi was doing. She knew she shouldn’t be feeling the way she did, but no longer knew why. Her certainty was lessening. It looked like it would feel so good. How could it be that be bad?

Suzi started massaging her vagina through her underwear, turning the bright, white color into a moist, wet grey. Her hand moved quicker, up and down, her breathing got heavier. Her other hand squeezed her nipples tightly, first one, then the other.

In one swift motion, Suzi grabbed onto a side of her panties with each hand, lifted her butt up and pulled them off, throwing them over her ankles. She lay back down, lifted her knees up to let her legs fall apart.

Aimee gaped at her friend’s vagina. It was a bright pink, covered with a glistening juice. Not just her vagina glistened, but the skin around it too, as if her crotch had been drenched with moisture. Her lips were swollen, pouting as if they needed to be loved, inviting something to love them. Her clitoris stood, angry and red. Aimee could even see the opening of her vagina. A small, dark hole where her lips met at the bottom.

She had never seen a vagina up so closely before, not even her own. She could only stare at its beauty. It was then that she realized what the yearning she felt was. Her own vagina felt warm, and wet. She wiggled her legs back and forth to feel it, her thighs slipped easily against each other, wet with her own juice. She felt as if she were on fire; that was the only way she could describe it. She felt like she wanted to touch herself also. Touch herself like Suzi was touching herself, four feet away from her. Aimee closed her legs tightly together and grasped her hands similarly as she peered out of the crack at Suzi again.

Suzi lowered one hand to her vagina, spreading its pink, moist lips wide apart. She licked the fingers of her other hand momentarily before lowering them also. With one finger she slowly traced her vaginal lips and clit, then continued to rub her clit gently.

A smile spread across her passionate face. She moaned even louder. Her hips started rising and falling as she played with her pink button. Then she inserted an index finger into herself. Slowly she put just the tip in at first, then up to the first knuckle and kept going until it was all the way inside. She pulled it out and slid it easily in again, picking up speed as she impaled herself over and over again. While her one hand pistoned in and out of her vagina, her other hand caressed and rubbed her clit.

Soon Suzi was bouncing uncontrollably on the bed, thrusting her hips high into the air while cramming her vagina full of not just one, but two or three fingers. Her head whipped back and forth as she moaned in ecstasy, her breathing came in ragged gasps.

Then Aimee wasn’t sure what happened. Suzi was bouncing like mad one moment, then her entire body stiffened up, becoming rigid. Her fingers stopped, three of them all the way inside her vagina, her other hand pressed firmly against her clitoris, her bottom up in the air, half a foot off the bed. She stayed like that for almost thirty seconds, then collapsed. The breath exploded from her, her arms and legs went limp and she just lay there, drenched in sweat.

Aimee realized that she too had been holding her breath and slowly let it out. She wondered what her roommate had felt when she stiffened. She had heard other girls talk about orgasms in the locker rooms; that must be what Suzi had, an orgasm. But what had it felt like. From the smile plastered on Suzi’s face it must have felt pretty good.

But wasn’t it wrong to do that to yourself? A true lady doesn’t masturbate, or so she had been taught. But why not? It certainly looked enjoyable. Her head swam with confusion as Suzi quickly redressed herself and left the room.

Aimee jumped out of the closet, leaving the door open and went to her bed. Luckily it didn’t look like Suzi had seen her book bag on the floor. If Suzi ever found out the she had been watching, she would die of embarrassment. Her heart pounded as Suzi re-entered the room.

“Hey Aim, you’re back early. Didn’t expect to see you for a while yet.” Her tone was calm and casual, carefree. She didn’t know. Aimee breathed a deep sigh of relief at the thought.

“Yea, class got out early today. Sister Reitha’s getting that award tonight and had to leave early.” Aimee forced herself to relax and act natural. It was hard not to stare at her roommate after watching her play with herself only minutes before.