No

"Not tonight, Allie. You'll be okay."

I did at least slip off her shoes, revealing a very cute pair of socks, as she nestled into a comfortable position on the bed and closed her eyes.

"Sam?" she half-whispered as I turned away.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks. You're a great person. I like you."

"I quite like you too," I replied as I changed into my own pyjamas and slipped into bed.

Now, a thing you might want to know about me is that I struggle to sleep without a little, uh, personal help first, and this night was no different. After lying awake for a while, I gave in and slipped my hand down the front of my underwear, running my fingers {if@ Pubes == true}lightly over the coarseness of my pubic hair and slowly down my mound{else}over my smooth mound{endif}, teasing myself a little. But it had been a very stimulating evening, and I couldn't wait any more. I gasped out loud as my fingers made contact with my swollen clit and felt for the first time the warmth radiating from my pussy, and froze for a moment, but Allie didn't stir.

Fuck, I was gagging for it, thinking about all my attractive new flatmates. But my mind kept returning to the hot blonde in the window.

I reached over to lift a corner of the curtains and open a small gap to peek through, but the window that haunted me was covered by an opaque blind. Disappointed, I collapsed back into my bed and shuffled my underwear down to allow easier access. I slipped the tip of my middle finger into the wetness to lubricate it slightly, then returned to work on my clit, taking my other hand to my breast over my pyjama top, a hard nipple poking through. I scrunched up my eyes as I thought about the mysterious girl's plump breasts and taut, toned stomach. I imagined what the rest of her might look like – long, smooth, athletic legs and a tight little bottom – and what she would taste like. I pictured her with strong thighs either side of my head, riding my face as I hungrily licked her pussy.

Meanwhile, in real life, my fingers attacked my clit in fast, twitching circles. My hand was inside my top now, kneading my breast in a way that straddled the line between pain and pleasure, my rock-hard nipple pressing lightly against my palm. This wasn't the sensual display you put on for a partner or see in porn - this was an overwhelming, animalistic need to get off. And I did. Hard. I almost bent double as I came, my face contorted into a frozen gasp as my hips bucked. As hard as I tried to be quiet, I definitely squeaked.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, I flopped back onto my pillow to catch my breath and curiously brought my sticky fingers to my lips. I tasted salty and slightly metallic, neither pleasant nor entirely unpleasant. I'd normally go again at this point, but I felt completely spent. Instead, I cleaned myself up with the tissues on my bedside table and rolled over, sleeping soundly in my post-orgasmic haze until morning.