An unexpected face turns up

I woke up the next morning about exactly where I had left myself, laying flat on my stomach, over my sheets. As my alarm blared again and again, I slowly found my foggy brain putting itself back together, though by thought. I remembered last night, strolling naked through an empty mall, followed by a rather exhilarating bus ride home, wearing nothing but a very skimpy camisole. As these racy memories came back, so did the hot sensation flowing through my body, and the small stain I was leaving on my sheets.

Rather than let the horniness take over, I did the sensible thing for once and slowly got to my feet. Just as I stood up, I heard a knock at the door of the dorm room. With a tired sigh, I quickly looked around for something to wear, putting on a big hoodie and a skirt. After the past two days, going commando was the least of my concerns.

The knock on the door came again, and I slowly swung it open, and before I knew what was happening, I was pulled into a tight hug by a screaming mass of hair. My face was firmly pressed up against a mystery bosom, leaving me both surprised and aroused as my brain worked to catch up. The stranger yelled, quite loudly: “Surprise! I’m back!! Missed me, Kat?”

The boobs my face was being pressed into belonged to my roomie, Lizzie, a high energy bundle of joy who is a good head taller than me. She possessed the most gorgeous auburn hair that came down to just over her shoulder, compared to my relatively lifeless darker red locks. Lizzie also had a much more defined hourglass figure with wider hips and a slightly smaller waist. Overall she had always been incredibly attractive and the eye candy of at least half the campus.

After what felt like forever I was released from her tight grip, dazed and more horny than before. As Lizzie passed me, she gave me a happy glance. “Nice choker, works quite well with your whole vibe.” She dumped her bags on our small table and I finally remembered I should probably say something:

“Th-thanks, I thought you wouldn’t be back ‘till next week, how come-”

“I’m back already? Ah, I wasn’t actually gone on a family emergency, just needed everyone to think that so nobody would snitch. I actually went to visit my new boyfriend. He's an amazing Swiss Bodybuilder, hold on…”

Lizzie pulled out her phone and barreled toward me, immediately having a picture ready of her in a hotel bed snuggling up with a guy almost 4 times her size. I didn’t really get what she saw in him, he was basically steroids on legs. Lucky him, I thought to myself.

“I wouldn’t have snitched on you, y’know”

“Better safe than sorry.” She shrugged, but that didn’t seem like her. Lizzie was about the last person I expected to keep a secret from me, as we’d been friends since third grade, but I figured I’d leave it be if she really didn’t want me to know.

Immediately she began unpacking and since that always seemed to stress me out, I decided to head out to hit the showers. Before I left she asked me to give her her key back, which she had given to me earlier so as not to lose it, so I tossed it to her. I headed out in the hall, still dressed in my loose clothing without underwear. It didn’t feel as strange anymore, especially since there was nobody around.

As I headed down to the communal women's shower, my thoughts kept thinking back to why Lizzie would lie to me. Even if she had gone to commit a crime, she’d have probably spilt her guts to me over text, but I hadn’t gotten even a single message the entire time she was gone.

Before I knew it, I’d arrived at the showers and headed in. Quickly getting undressed save for that amazing collar, I got into the shower and began to clean myself, beginning with all the slick that had gathered around my entrance. I carefully washed down there and between my legs before moving on. Running my soaped hand over my chest, I felt my nipples tighten. Ever since that bus ride I hadn’t cummed anymore, and the frustration was getting to me. For a brief moment I considered touching myself right there in the shower, but even for me that was still a bit too risky, as I wouldn't be able to turn invisible, the water droplets would be a dead giveaway. Instead I simply finished and exited out, wrapped in my towel.

Stepping out, I saw the showers were still pretty much empty, letting me dry off, do my hair and get dressed in peace. Just as I walked out, somebody else walked in. I only caught a glimpse of her in passing initially, but immediately recognized that soft, dark skin and caramel curls as Emilia. I had seen her not too long ago with a guy's hand down her pants, though I was invisible at the time and still reeling from having been coated in cum. As she passes me I do a double take as I realise she was already wrapped in a towel, and quite tightly too, meaning she'd walked through the halls like that. Turning around to watch her go inside I blush a little, knowing full well I'd done much more but still admiring of her confidence...and her body.

By the time I had returned to my room, Lizzie was nowhere to be seen. Her stuff seemed to be mostly packed, but a few things were still left strewn about. I looked around but there seemed to be no trace of her, until I heard a sound coming from her room, and not the kind of sound that made me inclined to call out to her. It was a rather passionate moan. I blessed myself for always entering quietly and slowly crept closer to the door of her small bedroom, which was adjacent to mine. Tiptoeing closer, I saw her door was wide open, which was pretty normal for her. Lizzie wasn't that private, unlike me, so she usually left her door open, except for moments like these where she'd normally close them. Standing just out of sight, I took a chance and snuck a peek inside.

Lizzie was lying on her bed on her back, a hand down her pants and her shirt and sweater pulled up and her bra pulled down. Her other hand was holding her phone to her ear, and she seemed to be giggling. Even though it felt wrong to spy on her like this, I couldn't stop the temptation. I didn't want to get caught however, so I did the best thing I could. As quietly as possible I got naked and turned invisible. Just to be extra sure I'd get to enjoy this, I grabbed my phone from my room and shot Lizzie a text that I'd be heading out to do some groceries, although it meant I'd actually have to go do them later. I was planning to anyways. With that I made my way out of my room where I had left my phone, and saw that Lizzie had made her way out of hers too. She hung up her phone after saying: "Call you back from my laptop."

Putting her phone down, she then began to strip. It wasn't the first time I'd seen her naked, but that had been years ago, before I had come out. Ever since then she seemed to keep me in mind and how her nudity might make me uncomfortable, which under normal circumstances it would have, but as horny as I was, I didn't mind at all. Lizzie had beautifully pale skin, with a smattering of small tattoos over it, along with freckles on her shoulders that matched her face. What was new to me was the small heart on her inner thigh near her slit, which was adorned with a neatly trimmed auburn bush. She sat down in the couch, fully undressed and her legs spread. As she took the time to set up her laptop, I quietly sat down in a chair to the side of the couch which would give me a view of both her and whoever she was going to video-call with.

Moments later the skype call came in. The person didn't seem to have a profile picture, but as soon as she answered the call, I recognized who her partner was immediately. It was one our professors, who was currently supposedly away to a conference in Sweden. Whether or not she was there, I couldn't tell, only that her naked body was on wide display in front of me. She was a woman of middle-eastern descent, in her late thirties, and young looking for her age too. Her smooth dark skin filled the screen, as did her two large breasts and shaven pussy. Seeing her chest made me realize she'd recently become a mother, meaning that had likely made her chest bigger than I remember from all my ogling of her.

She smiled as she saw Lizzie and lay back on the bed she was on, hand casually rubbing over her lower lips.

"It's too bad my husband decided to join me as a surprise, I miss those soft tits of yours already, Liz."

Liz blushed harder than she was already and also began quietly rubbing herself. The two spent some time flirting back and forth as I sat there, gently rubbing myself to these two bombshells. Things finally begin to pick up as my professor, Miss Naderi, instructed Lizzie to lick her fingers and then slowly insert it. I did the same, pushing my index deep into my mouth before gently pushing into my cunt, using all my willpower not to moan, hard. Lizzie and I slowly begin to finger ourselves until things are rudely interrupted. A noise comes from the other side and before she can say anything, Professor Naderi ends the call. Lizzie looks confused and curses. Much like myself, she seems incredibly pent up at this point. Slamming her laptop closed with frustration, she gets back onto the couch, and resumes fingering herself.

At this point my vantage point kinda sucked, and I wanted to get closer. Driven to think through my pussy, I decided to get down on the ground and slowly crawl between the coffee table and then couch until I'm kneeling in front of Lizzie, her fingered hole merely inches from my face. It was so close I could almost touch it. My hands are now firmly between my legs, eagerly moving three fingers in and out as the other pinched one of my nipples. With the wet noises from her cunt and the moans she was making, she wouldn't hear the soft moans I was producing. My mind was going completely blank and instinct began to take over.

Before I knew it, I reached out my tongue as Lizzie briefly took a moment to turn her attention to her chest, and licked her.

Lizzie screamed from the strange sensation and with only a brief thought, I turned myself visible and dove in further.

She screamed again, and then my name, but rather than stop me, her hand pressed me down further and her legs closed around my head.

With newfound vigor, I ate her out, my tongue exploring all over the outside of her lips and inside of her hole. It wasn't long before I felt her body shake and tremble, and knew I hade made her cum. Still in the flow, I pushed her down on her back and sat down on top of her face, and began riding it. Lizzie didn't need any help to know what to do, as her tongue found my soaked pussy and eagerly explored it as I had hers. Moving my hips as if grinding against her tongue, it didn't take long for me to follow suit, my muscles contracting and relaxing as I felt their strength sapped from my body.

Lizzie and I then spent the next 30 minutes fucking each others brains out, each taking turns to please the other, taking advantage of the brief downtime between orgasms to let us regain our strength. I managed to make her cum 2 more times, and she made me do so an additional 3. By the end of it we were happy but exhausted enough to fall asleep on the couch, with my body on top of hers.