Is this what friends do?

I walk into the room with Vanessa closing the door behind us. I go to sit on my bed, but her hand appears on my wrist and guides me to hers. We sit down on the edge. I guess she wants to talk more? I’m not going to complain, I can’t help but bask in the veritable flood of positive and nonjudgmental attention she’s showered me with today. Should I ask her about her makeup? Or where she got her cool jacket from? It looks way nicer than the typical faux leather jackets I typically see around.

“I’m glad you let me change your hair. It looks really cute on you. Not that you didn’t look cute before.” I wasn’t ready for that. She had said it looked nice before, but now she was calling me cute! Oh, I should compliment her too. That’s what friends do.

“Thank you. You look good too. Not cute, but like, beautiful.” I stare down at my black nail polished hands.

“Really? I would have thought you considered me just a bitch.” I feel my heart beat faster. This has been going so well, please don’t let this be the part where she gets mad at me for all the uncharitable thoughts I’ve had about her for the past few weeks! I repent, just be nice to me!

She laughs at what I now realize was her own joke. “Relax, you’re even cuter when you panic but that can’t be good for your heart.” She casually slips her hand around me and onto my far shoulder, which is also not good for my heart.

“So when did you decide to lean into the goth look? Addams Family fan? Teen Titans?” She is very close, her arm making sure I can only lean towards her. I panic at the question. Do I admit my reinvention scheme? Considering at this point it’s fair to say that it didn’t work it’s probably harmless, but it’s also embarrassing how much it completely failed. But… she’s been really sweet this whole day. She wouldn’t make fun of me now, would she? No. If we’re going to be bestest roomy friends forever then I need to be a big confident girl and admit I tried to look tough for college. Friends tell each other everything after all.

“I just thought… that all the goth girls I saw must have been really brave, and confident, and strong to dress that way in public. And I thought that maybe… maybe I could be like that too. So I bought a whole new wardrobe just for college.” I giggle at my next thought, “I even bought a pair of what I think counts as goth lingerie.” I laugh a little louder at how silly it sounds now that I’ve said it out loud. Goth lingerie!

Her hand on my shoulder tightens slightly before loosening again, and she begins rubbing my shoulder with it gently. “Really? That sounds interesting. Do you mind showing me? I'd love to see it.”

Oh god this is somehow worse than if she’d made fun of me for it. But… she sounds genuinely interested. And it’s not like anyone else is ever going to see my underwear collection, I couldn’t imagine sleeping with someone the way Vanessa did so casually.

“Okay,” I slip off her bed and onto the floor to access my underwear drawer. Reaching into the back, I pull out a black lace teddy and matching black lace panties. I stand back up and hold them out so Vanessa can see them up close.

“Oh those are very goth, you’d look perfect in them. Why don’t you put them on.”

Put them on? She wants me to put them on. And she’s not taking her eyes off me so I don’t think she means to look away. I… what? I’m not sure what’s going on anymore, maybe I didn’t from the beginning. But… she sounds sincerely interested. And, if I don’t show her then in all likelihood no one will ever see me in them, and then what was the point? Besides, she’s my roommate. It’s normal to see your roommate in underwear from time to time. Maybe she can give me pointers on how to look confident and sexy.

After my standard awkward silence passes with her waiting patiently, confidently for my response, I nod. Turning back away from her I take a few deep breaths to mentally prepare myself, then quickly begin removing my skirt, shorts, and next my shirt. I go to pull off my stockings, but her voice behind me stops my hands. “Leave the stockings on. And the choker. Trust me, it’ll look much better.”

Silently telling my heart to quiet down so I can hear things over it’s beating, I quickly change my panties from my daily cotton ones to the fancy lace. Then the black teddy slides on and the look is complete. I don’t actually think it’s very goth like just because it’s black. I’m pretty sure instead of confidence it just projects my own insecurities. But I turn around anyways with my arms crossed in front of me and my eyes fixed to the floor like a petulant child. I await her verdict, if anyone knows what sexy is it’s Vanessa.

She stands up and comes closer. I see her hand reach up to touch my new wavy pigtails, then slide over to my face and cup my chin. “Look at me, I want to get a good long look at you.” Her voice sounds low and husky. Was she mad at me? I hope not, but all I can do for now is let her lift my face. Her eyes stare into me for a second before roaming down my body. She keeps my chin up, but her other hand takes my wrist and gently pries my arms apart. The Teddy was mostly see through, only opaque around my breasts. That’s why I realized I could never actually wear it to bed or for a date. I would never have the confidence to wear this in front of a boy. “Spin for me,” she lifts my arm above my head so I could spin like a ballerina before her.

“Very nice. You should wear this more often.” Was she insane? I barely had the courage to wear this once, and only after the best day ever buoyed me up. I couldn’t possibly wear this again. My skin burned at the thought of it. I looked up and saw her eyes on me, and a shiver went down my spine. I hadn’t noticed how intense her brown eyes could be, they made me feel cold and hot at the same time. I… guess it wouldn’t hurt to keep them around. Maybe if I wore them to bed a time or two I would get used to them. Vanessa knew what looked good better than I did after all, and after today she wouldn’t steer me wrong.

“Okay…” I mumble under my breath. Still holding my arm she gently pulls me to her bed and sits me down. I guess she wants to see how I look sitting? I try to hold back my heavy breathing, as a little voice in my head tells me to stop being stupid. That something isn’t right here. But I can’t think of what it could be as my mind seems to have trouble working the more Vanessa touches me, and the more I steal glances at her face. Her eyes slowly trace the curve of my legs, then continue up past my waist, hesitating a moment on my breasts, and then continuing up to my face.

“Lie down for me Violet, I want to see something,” I bite my lip to try and push the feeling flooding my body away, but it doesn’t work. I hope Vanessa knows what she’s doing because my brain is currently on strike. Feeling like putty, I wordlessly comply, laying down on her bed. Kicking off her boots, she climbs onto her bed and on top of me. It’s then that my brain finally punches into high gear and I realize I have put myself in a situation which my virgin brain is not equipped to handle. Vanessa confirms this as she leans down to close the gap between our faces. I shut tight my eyes but otherwise hold still.

Her lips touch mine with surprising gentleness. What I’ve heard led me to believe she didn’t do gentle. Then she kisses me again more firmly. Her hands reach up and pull the neck of my teddy down. It stretches enough to let my breasts fall out and over, but not enough to let my arms through. So now my arms are pinned to my sides. Her hands waste no time groping my breasts and occasionally twisting my nipples. My mouth opens in a moan and Vanessa quickly snakes her tongue inside my mouth.

I try to rally my brain. Is this what I want to happen? It’s certainly not part of any plan, but having a tough beautiful goth queen girlfriend with a cock and enough confidence for the both of us didn’t sound so bad. But… this didn’t mean she was my girlfriend. My heart aches surprisingly deeply as I realize my virginity will be her fourth lay in as many weeks. Sure I’m convenient, but that’s probably it. My moans and whimpers as she toys with me begin to favor whimpers as I begin to feel like I’ve been dumped even before she’s done making out with me.

I’m being silly. Who’s to say she even means to sleep with me tonight. A make out session with heavy petting doesn’t necessarily…

Her hands leave my breasts and she backs away from me. Reaching down behind the bed she pulls out some kind of pack that she rips open with her teeth before pulling something out. She unzips her pants and pulls out her 9 inch cock and balls and begins to put on the condom.

“…wha … wait.” My voice sounds meek, and this is a time I really need to put my foot down. “…please?”

I worry she didn’t hear me as she lays back on top of me and lays several soft kisses along my neck as one hand snakes below to massage my pussy lips. “What is it baby? You’re making me so hard.”

“We…” I gasp as she begins to nibble on my ear, “we’re roommates, and, and, I’ve never done anything… like this before.” I stifle a moan as her hand roams feathery fingers over my clit. “I, don’t want to be a one night stand!” I manage to yell in a rush as my body shivers from her ministration.

She hesitates for a moment, before leaning in close to my ear and whispering in her sexy voice, “so then you’re open to being mine?”

She slips a finger inside my pussy, and I knew what the answer was. I covered my face with my hands and whispered, “yes please.” Her face falls lower and I feel her mouth on my nipple as she begins to suckle. Her hand speeds up, then she adds a finger. Her other hand moves down to massage my clit, and I moan and whimper louder. The emotions are too much for me and I begin to cry and sniffle even as pleasure pulses through me. I’ve only ever put my pinky finger inside, so this **** is more than I can handle. I can feel my pussy get hotter and hotter as I approach my climax, and I struggle to breathe correctly.

Suddenly, as I get deliciously dangerously close, she pulls her hand away. I look at her and mewl, not able to comprehend why the pleasure stopped. She adjusts her hips and it becomes clear as the tip of her dick presses against my pussy lips. Before I could register what was going on, she had pulled back enough to look down on my body and begin recording with her phone. Starting with a top down shot of her cock being pushed slowly into my pussy. The sudden introduction of memorializing the moment via video made my head spin, but I didn’t have much time to care as her cock filling my pussy did just as good a job filling my mind.

She quickly put the phone on the nightstand facing us. My hearing hadn’t lied to me about how she had treated her previous lovers. Once she filled me to what I had to assume was the max my body could take, whatever restraint she had been holding onto was released. She grabs me firmly by the hips to better slam into me, and I feel her balls slap my ass rapidly. I had been close before she started, but the initial pain of being so roughly deflowered pushes me away from that edge. Tears stream down my cheeks, and every slam forces a whimper from me. The sound seems to motivate her to go faster and faster.

“Take my cock. You asked to be mine, now you’re going to be mine. Fuck you’re tight,” her reassurance that I wasn’t a one night stand and that she liked being with me helps me get over the pain. I was beginning to feel the pressure building within me once again. As she pants and curses over me, I desperately try to squeeze and squirm my pussy and body in ways that I hope made her feel as good as she was beginning to make me feel. I had wanted to be friends with this goddess? Imagined pajama clad gossip sessions with her? I’d been silly, but thankfully she knew how to make me happy when I hadn’t had a clue.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, pleeease fuck me make me yours. I want to be yours.” I desperately cried out. If she heard she ignored my whimpering in favor of groping my ass and sucking on my neck. Finally I couldn’t take it any longer. The pressure built beyond what my mind could handle and I let out a strained moan as my whole body convulses and clamps down. As I uncontrollably shudder and shake, I feel her dick be shoved deep within me one more forceful time.

“Oh yeah, take it. Work that pussy.” She managed to maintain a surprising amount of composure as she came inside of me. She breathed deeply, her back arching up making her stand tall above me.

We stayed there for a few seconds, basking in the aftermath of our lovemaking. She moved first, pulling out and laying down on her side next to me, as I remained on my back with legs splayed out and tits pulled out the top of my shirt. I was still breathing hard as she calmly removed the condom from her still somewhat stiff penis. And held it up above me so I could see the results of our passion.

“Were you serious about wanting to be mine?” Her voice and smile made it clear she knew the answer, but just wanted to hear it from me.

Still flushed yet also managing to still find some depths of embarrassment to dredge up, I nodded.

“Good. Because there’s something I’ve always wanted my partners to do, but none have ever been willing to do it for me…” with every word she dangled the condom closer and closer to my face, before lightly placing it on my mouth. I begin to suspect her actions are connected to her words.

Staring deep into my soul with her big brown eyes, she says simply, “eat it.”