Ramona's thoughts on the matter

Her bathroom door slowly opened, feeling like eons until Ramona saw Sam sitting at the foot of her bed. Her feet were planted firmly in the floor, her rippling legs tensed with casual strength as she tapped her toes. Her legs were spread wide, her elbows on her knees as she look at a phone. Her phone! Did Sam know about the App now? Before Ramona can speak up, Her body forces her into an appealing pose for the chosen audience. A startled "Eep!" escapes her erotic lips. Her hand's flew to the side frames of the doorway, her elbows bent inward to amplify her wobbling tits. One leg planted firmly in her tall heels, while the other's knee was bent slightly, its heeled foot pivots coyly on its toes. Ramona gulps, her exclamation had caught the attention of Sam, and Ramona braces for the 'show'. Sam's jaw goes slack at the arousing display Ramona was in.

Ramona holds her pose, realizing she will probably need to be the one who talks first. "H-hey, Sam." Ramona starts feeling her pose change. Her thighs clamped tight together, one knee popped playfully. Her hands slid around her hips and ended clasping the tops of her flexed cheeks, feeling her rogue fingers slightly spread her cheeks, exposing her virgin asshole to the empty bathroom. This arm placement lifted and jostled her free swinging breasts, the frayed hem tickling her frigid nipples. She could feel the front of her napkin of a skirt tickling against her exposed sex, and instinctively squeezed it deeper. The massive grin on Sam's face only encouraged her body and the app. The whole scenario made Ramona feel like a proud whore presenting herself for a client.

"Ok. You win. This was a very effective tactic. I'll fuck you; you'll fuck me, or we'll fuck each other; We'll take turns; Whatever this is, Yes. I don't know why you made me wait this long..." Her rambling continued as he shuffled her way up the bed, resting against the headboard while she beckoned to Ramona, who felt her body eagerly comply.

"God dammit, Sam, it's not that." Blushed Ramona, though her face acted charmed, and her body coyly paraded her forward, hands clasped behind her back to jut out her chest while her body walked in slow, crisscrossing steps. Ramona felt her knees tugged seductively high with each step--revealing a taut, tattooed ass cheek while shielding her sex--then the leg straightened out to display the results of years of cheering. "It's this crazy fucking app I got on my phone." Her jiggly ass perched her daintily on the edge of the bed, one hand slowly rubbed Sam's leg, rising dangerously closer to the toned flesh beneath her roommate's workout shorts, but always returning, like she wanted to tease Sam. Why was her body made to touch Sam so intimately? She wasn't this handsy with the principal. Ramona's other hand traces her own trim tummy, slowly from her underboob cleavage down to the waist of her skirt. Her skin tingled from her own teasing, getting a little turned on by the combined events of today at this point.

Sam looks back at Ramona's phone her eyes darting across the screens contents. Ramona prayed Sam would figure it out, and help her. Sam glances between Ramona and the phone, with a pensive but doubtful look on her face. "This GL app?" Sam asked, her body starting to squirm a little from Ramona's **** foreplay. It seems Ramona's relationship with Sam gives her body an excuse to be more aggressive with its acting. "Is this why you rushed home? and look like this? Cuz of the app?" Sam nodded in understanding.

"Yes!" Ramona weakly laughs, happy Sam understood. She feels her body tantalizingly shimmy and jiggle closer to Sam, thankful to find someone who is willing to listen. She didn't think she would if someone came up to her like this. Her body also shows its appreciation, moving her hand from Sam's thigh to Sam's own hand, her manicured fingers massage the fighter's strong, rough hands, remembering how Sam used to teasingly grab her with these powerful hands, playfully carrying and tossing her around. Sam bragged about her 'pinning skills' all time, and Ramona was thankful Sam wouldn't be abusing the situation. As she rubbed her thumb across the back of Sam's slender hand, her perverted hand appreciated every rough detail. Her back quickly arched and sent her tits bouncing wildly while her straightened arms gave them nowhere to jiggle but out her straining V neck. It was 50/50 which direction the first nipple would slip from in this top. She waited impatiently for Sam's plan.

"Wow, Ramona. I didn't realize how kinky you are. If you wanted me to dom you, you didn't need to make an app to roleplay with. So this is what you were changing for, huh?" Sam grabs Ramona's massaging hand, returning the gesture. Ramona rolls her eyes with an exasperated groan. Sam was not thinking with her brain, an effect Ramona should have expected from how Sam usually acts around her without being a sexbomb. She felt her body squirm and clench, **** to act excited to go along with Sam's concluded reality. Before Ramona can explain, both girls' attentions are pulled to an aggressive vibration, filling Ramona with dread. Sam ignored Ramona's panicked attempts to stop her from opening the app yet. Sam read aloud from the screen: "Tell the bitch who's the boss." Was this another punishment again? It wasn't fair to get punishments without a chance to win a round! "Wow you went all out. Which nerd did you promise wank material to so he'd make this game? I can't wait to see how detailed this is. Well, since I'm the boss," Sam winked at the fidgeting puppet. Her last three words reverberated in her ears, amplifying and overlapping and crashing into each other, buffeting any attempted thought of her own, until a was burned into her very core. 'Sam's the boss' she knew. She was flung back into consciousness in time to hear Sam finish her question "Do I get you for the whole weekend?"

"Yes" Ramona answers dreamily before quickly covering her traitorous mouth, realizing she didn't even register the question yet. 'get her for the weekend?' This horndog still had one thing on her mind and Ramona remembered the many ways Sam had teased her about them doing this one thing as many ways as possible. The thoughts of Sam's forceful hands no longer felt as playful. "I mean, I need your help. I can't control myself." She struggled to suppress the moans as her body wiggled in desire and her mind would kept drifting back to all the ways Sam would **** this, a combination that seemed to turn her on! Her body was more than willing to help, "I have to beat this naughty fucking game. It's been playing with me all day." as she tries to make Sam understand, her body has started to crawl up Sam's. Her massaging hand traces Sam's powerful core, picturing the **** it could generate, she'd never really spent the time admiring Sam's body before, never wanting to give Sam any edge in their friendly home rivalry, but she now understood how easily Sam could have taken her without a magic pervert app. She'd be helpless to those strong arms. Ramona's thick, flexing thigh is wrapped desperately around the wrestler's chiseled legs. Her teasing knee was grinding on Sam's sex hungrily, and Ramona could feel her own sex glistening with **** arousal. When teasing her principal, she never made contact with him, but feeling her bared skin touching another body trilled her more than any self pleasure she'd felt before. Sam has to feel the moisture running down their legs, and Ramona could only blush and pant as her solid nipples roughly dragged against Sam's bulging bicep. "Will you help?" Ramona looked helplessly up at her one chance at solving this issue, unsure if she'd be able to make it anywhere else before the app took away any chance she had. Please, Sam. Understand.