Rosalind

I wanted her from the moment I saw her. Full red lips, jet black hair, black lashes that threw shadows over her perfect cheeks. And a lush body that her tight clothing scarcely restrained. We made light conversation, but we weren't close. Convenience had made us roommates.

I often wondered what she looked like beneath that tight clothing, and sometimes found my hand between my legs thinking about it. We slept in the same bedroom, in separate beds. I often hoped to "accidentally" catch a glimpse of her body while she undressed, but she was modest and always retired to the bathroom to change.

But one night, a miracle occurred. Something disturbed me in my sleep, and I awakened to muffled moans from Rosalind's side of the room. The streetlights flooded the room, so I could make her out quite well.

Her sheets were clenched in her teeth, and I could make out a clear silhouette of her body beneath it. Knees bent and raised, and slender fingers rubbing furiously between her legs. My own pussy was instantly soaked, and I slid my hand down my belly as slowly and discreetly as possible. Dipping my fingers between my lips and spreading my honey over my swollen clit.

Nothing could have prepared me for what happened next. Rosalind threw her sheets off her body, and I could see everything. Perfect rosy-tipped breasts, plump smooth thighs. The only word for her was ripe. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Best of all, my bed was at an angle from hers that I could see right between her legs. Her wetness glistened in the light from the window, and I could also hear how wet she was, her fingers pumping in and out of her sweet, hot pussy, pulling at her clit with her other hand. I began to suspect that she knew I was awake and was performing for me.