Just a shirt

"Can I borrow a shirt?" You ask with a shrug, not wanting to have to borrow a while outfit, but also because a shirt only look is pretty cute "Not like...I mean like a long shirt, casual shit?" You make sure to add before your roommate comes back with something short and stuffy looking. Clarice simply nods and heads off to her room, you decide to give her a second and take a seat on the couch.

A second turns into a minute while you've shifted from sitting to laying on the couch, again taking a position that'd probably be very uncomfortable for anyone else. Impatiently groaning, you do what any nude exhibitionist would do when **** to wait. Your hand works it's way between your legs.

Lightly chuckling to yourself, you run your fingers through your long pubic hair, stroking it, toying with loose strands. You've never been curly down there, like the hair on your head it's determined to be straight, so it's very much like a forest, with almost distinct tufts being part of the greater whole. But digging deeper you come to and trail a finger along your vulva. Mm, wet, as expected. You've been pretty pent up recently, especially being surprised by a nude roomie with some gusto.

Biting your lip you carefully insert a finger, then a second, giving yourself a steady rhythm, you don't want to cum. No you're just getting the juices flowing, you want to marinate in your arousal for a bit. Letting out a quiet gasp at feeling your womanhood, you bring your spare hand up, cupping and kneading your breast.

"Mnn, fuck..." You mutter under your breath, pulling your hand up to taste your fingers, before sending them back down. Three fingers this time.

This is about when Clarice walks into the room holding a black long sleeved shirt "I tried to find something you might li- Oh. Oh you're terrible..." She says, dropping the shirt on the couch as she sees you "...how long were you...?"

"Bout a minute ago" You reply through heavy breathing, but you don't stop fingering yourself "Heh, seen me naked once then next thing you see me fucking myself"

"You're a dumbass you know that?" Clarice asks, looking you over "Doing that before I gotta go to work..."

"Fuck, sorry but, you gotta go you gotta go y'know?" You flash her a lazy smile, but then don a concerned expression as she walks around the couch, taking a seat opposite you. "Wait wha?"

"Ah just shush and take a hint" She grabs you by the thighs, pulling you close with ease. With a strong grip like that, those abs, toned thighs...fuck she could fold you like a lawn chair. You don't even bother to resist.

"I uh, yes ma'am!" You blurt out nervously, composure going out the window. You're not used to dealing with such casual manhandling.

"I said shush" Her tone is commanding, but with a delicate sweetness behind it. You just decided you'd die for this woman, but you figure she has other ideas at the moment.

That becomes apparent when she grabs your hand, bringing it from your pussy to hers. You take the hint and start to explore. Compared to yours, her pubic region is smoother than a baby's butt, it almost makes you gasp from touching it, but you know you shouldn't keep her waiting. Two fingers like before, except her pussy instead of yours.

She too returns the favour, soon finding your vulva through the undergrowth. But unlike your technique which is more about steady rhythm, she starts pumping you like a machine. Intense movements backed up by strong muscles, you moan out in desperation, but she only increases the pressure.

"You okay Daniel?" Clarice asks in a sultry tone. Fuck, this woman was still smooth as silk even while you're fingerbanging her. You can't even reply to her, you just nod while it feels like your pussy's on fire. "Pfft, you are such a pervert. Masturbating while I was just in another room, you really are a dumbass if you thought I wouldn't walk in on you..."

If this is what being a dumb skinny girl gets you, well you can't think of any complaints. Especially with climax coming at you like a train.

"Aww, and I just got started. Ah well" Clarice pulled her fingers out of you, wiping them dry on your belly as your body twitches and quivers in afterglow "I have to go to work so I can't really continue our fun yet" She let you get off of her lap, smirking as you seemed to just lay back on the couch.

"H-holy...fuck your hands..." You stammer, bringing your hand back to your pussy, toying with your lips "God damn...your hands..."

"Want more? Well, I'm on break at around noon. Visit my office and we can arrange something" Offered Clarice as she got up, looking you over "But by the way, you smell like week old socks" She chuckled as she left for her room.

Grumbling quietly to yourself as you were left alone, you sniff an armpit...then wince and agree. Yeah, maybe a shower is in order, especially after fucking on the couch. Hoisting yourself up, you make your way to the bathroom for a quick shower. By the time you're done you can tell Clarice is gone for work. On a side table she's left a note with the address of her workplace, and her mobile number. You pick it up, and the shirt she got out for you, slipping it over your head.

Taking a quick look in a mirror it seems decent enough, but when you shrug you can see a small tuft of blonde hair poking out from the bottom. Seems like it's JUST big enough, means you've got a lot of leg on display though, and sitting down probably means flashing everyone in front, but eh.

Grabbing your car and apartment keys, you slip your sneakers on and ruffle up your hair, then head out to see what Braxton has to offer...