My roommate is there

Upon entering my room, I was surprised to see the bathroom door was closed, but then I remembered that my roommate didn't work on Monday or Tuesday nights. From behind the door, there was a buzzing sound, probably from an electric shaver, and I guessed she was probably shaving her legs, or armpits or some other spot that women were expected to keep depilated.

As I briefly considered throwing my bags on the bed, I realized I didn't know how trustable my roommate was. I really didn't want her pawing through my bags, or heaven forbid, take something I'd just purchased. So I bent down and slid them all under the bed. I had quite the growing collection of items down there now. I realized I had no time to spare, so I closed the door and headed straight down to the cafeteria.

There were a few other girls here at the back table who were apparently chatting about the latest gossip. I grabbed one of the remaining cold sandwiches and something that looked like a bowl of applesauce, then took a seat at another table. Spread across two tables were sections of today's paper. From the weather page, it looked like there was a small heat wave due over the next several days, with highs in the upper 80s. That was rather unusual for mid-September in this part of the country. The job section had a few openings that sounded interesting, and I jotted them down on a napkin for further consideration.

Loud laughing from the other girls broke my concentration. I'd lost track of their conversation several minutes ago, but apparently I'd missed something really funny. With the paper read, and my plate emptied, I took the opportunity to duck out. I headed back to the room, walked in, and my jaw dropped.

There in front of me, laying on her bed was my roommate stark naked. In her hand was a white rod-shaped item that she was thrusting into herself, and it seemed to make a slight humming sound. Her head was tilted back and she seemed completely oblivious to my arrival. Though it felt like I was invading her most intimate private moment, I could not look away. Then the door audibly closed behind me and my roommate looked toward me. Suddenly, her eyes widened and her entire body convulsed. As I stood there awkwardly trying to figure out what to do next, her body spasmed for several seconds, and the whites of her eyes fluttered. The intensity of her orgasm was making me somewhat jealous.

Finally, she began to relax, and she turned her head toward me.