Sapphic Voices Erotica

Summer Roommates

This Story is rated 'Adults Only' for its sexual content..

I knew I was signing up for an exquisite form of torture when I said yes. Jennie’s simple question, “Do you want to be my roommate for the summer?” had unleashed such torrents of emotion that I stood speechless, groping for words as her face tensed, then fell as my silence extended beyond the reasonable and reached the awkward. “Oh well, then,” she said quietly. “I know that, well, it’s because I’m like this, and you’re not used to it…yeah, it’s fine, don’t worry about it.” And by “like this,” she meant to say “lesbian.” Suddenly the confusing mix of fear, hope, desire, and panic that I was feeling faded to humor. It was all I could do not to laugh as I reassured her that it was the money I was worried about, not “that” at all. She thought I was afraid to live with her because she’s a lesbian and I’m a good straight Christian girl. Oh, the irony…if she had only known that I’m not good, or straight, or Christian at all. Or that she had known that I was all too aware of the warmth of her nearness when we sat near each other on a sofa or that my skin tingled achingly under her fingertips when she gave me a friendly touch on the arm. “Yes!” It was a bit too loud, but she just blinked and smiled uncertainly. “Roommates, then?” she asked, her smile broadening. “Indeed,” I returned her smile, but something inside me groaned as I realized that she would be so temptingly close all summer but so indescribably out of reach.

I had not, however, anticipated the strain that living so near to such a beautiful woman would place on my resolve. It was excruciating to see her in all parts of the day without being able to touch, kiss, hold her. I saw her in the morning with bleary eyes and tousled hair, and she was never more gorgeous. I saw her shake her heavy, damp hair off her shoulders after she came back from showering at the gym. And I trembled, every day, from all the little brushes and innocent touches that come from living with someone. I wanted so desperately something more, but it never was. To her, I was a straight friend and roommate with whom she joked about her most recent crushes and recounted with glee her first kiss from a woman. I accepted that I would never be anything more in her eyes than a friend, but that knowledge didn’t do anything to dislodge the yearning for her that I harbored deep within.

I learned to live with the sudden rushes of pleasure that accompanied our occasional encounters, brushing past each other in the narrow hall or touching hands as we cooked dinner. Sometimes, however, situations would arise that would drive me to the brink of insanity with unexpressed desire. It came to a head one cool June afternoon. We had both gotten off work and were lazing around before dinner. I was tired and decided to nap on the couch while Jennie sat on the floor and played video games. I was almost asleep when Jennie shifted positions and leaned back against my toes, which were dangling over the edge of the sofa. I twitched involuntarily as the textured cotton of her crimson polo grated softly against my big toe. She tilted her head back and chuckled softly at something in the game, her silky black hair washing over my ankle and the top of my foot. My breath was caught in my throat, my eyes still shut tightly, but I couldn’t have been farther from sleep. A slow tingling that became a raging warmth was growing in my foot and spreading up my leg. I felt the first isolated throbs of desire within me as I willed myself to be still, calm. She shifted again, and her bra clasp rubbed against my toes through her shirt. I gave a little moan that I hoped she would take for a sleep noise as I tried to gently extricate my foot without alerting her, for I knew that if she looked at my face, she would guess that something was going on.

I failed. She looked up, and her face grew puzzled as the tinkling video game music played on behind her. “Helen?” she asked, concerned. I just shook my head, and sat up, praying that the warm weakness of my legs would not prevent me from walking away, away from the sofa, from Jennie’s warmth, from all the things I could never have. But she reached up and put her small hand on my knee, holding me motionless and aching before her. Her eyes met mine, and they were full of what looked like pity. She withdrew her hand, and looked away, saying simply, “I know. I already knew. But...it couldn’t be.” She paused for a moment, facing away, then switched off the game, stood, and walked out of the apartment. I shuddered as the door shut noisily behind her, and I was alone, completely alone in our apartment.

Jennie still hadn’t returned by midnight. I laid on my bed in a shapeless nightgown, dressed for bed, but my body and mind were far too active to allow sleep. I kept running over the last things she had said before she left, trying to find some way to make them something other than a complete, crushing denial of everything that I felt. I silently rocked as quiet tears ran down my face, not bothering to wipe them away since there was no one around to see.

I was lying prone but still wakeful on the bed when I heard her key in the lock. I tensed, praying she would walk into the kitchen, the bathroom, the living room, anyway but our bedroom. She hesitated in the door, the hall light illuminating her gloriously from behind. She took a few steps into the room, shutting the door behind her.

“Helen—“ she began, tentatively, but I cut her off with a simple “please don’t.” I rolled away from her to face the wall, my arms hugged tightly to my chest, trying to ward off the pain of her rejection. But then she did the last thing that could have been expected. She stepped closer to my bed… she lay down beside me, her legs fitting snugly into mine, her left arm holding me firmly around the middle, her right arm arching on the pillow above my head, her fingers hanging gently near my face. I began to cry then, from fear, from disbelief, and, most of all, from the wanting of her.

“Shhh…” she breathed gently against the nape of my neck, the sensitive hairs there waving and prickling. “I was thinking,” she began as her left thumb began rubbing slow circles on my belly, “thinking of how much I wanted you and how much you were ever out of reach when you were reaching for me the whole time…”

I giggled through my tears at how silly we’d been, but it was cut short by a gasp. Jennie’s hand had found the gap between by shirt and my jeans and was slowly moving its way up my abdomen, her small fingers leaving no patch of skin unexplored, un-caressed. I moaned as her hand gently moved towards the soft roundness of my breasts, their nipples already hard in anticipation of her hand. She stroked their peaks gently as she laughed gently in my ear. I could feel her thinking how foolish we’d been, all the time we’d passed wanting each other and being too afraid to admit it. Softly, she eased my nightgown over my head and pushed it aside.

I smiled, then, rolling onto my back as she half crouched, half kneeled above me. I ran my hand beneath her shirt, pulling it over her head and loosening her hair. I looked into her face and saw, for the first time, a glimpse of fear and the awareness of our nakedness, our vulnerability, of what we were risking together this night. In answer, I lifted one of my legs and pulled her gently, but insistently, down against me, spreading my legs ever so slightly so that one of my bare legs pressed between hers and one of her denim-covered thighs pressed tightly against the part of me that wanted her most. Her head was still up, but as I reached down and tenderly squeezed one of her hands, her head fell to my shoulder in acceptance, then lifted, her lips searching, as my desire began to kindle her own.

Her mouth found mine, and for a moment, we were completely still, gazing into each other’s eyes, gloriously amazed at the newfound beauty we suddenly saw in each other. Her tongue parted my willing lips, and we savored the kisses for a long time, needing nothing else but to feel each other’s closeness. Then, subtly, gently, her hips rocked, pressing her clothed thigh firmly into my damp warmth. I jerked, for she had brushed my clit, which was already aching for attention. Our kisses went from beautiful to ravenous as we devoured each other, hot mouths tasting shoulders and necks as our fingers raked though hair, becoming snarled and then freed to explore breasts, chests, backs, legs. Her mouth left mine, kissing and biting my neck, my shoulder. I raised my arms over my head in surrender as she took one nipple, then the other in her teeth, a primal growl of unbridled pleasure rising in my throat. She moved rapidly down my belly to my wet, aching depths, wrenching my legs wide apart almost painfully. She lowered her head, her hands tightly gripping my thighs, her hair rubbing against my painfully aware skin. I could feel her breath hot against my slit, but she paused. I moaned, unable to even form words. She looked up mischievously, taking care to stimulate my slit with her soft hair as she raised her head. “Well,” she said, “did you want something from me?” She smiled as I writhed beneath her firm grip. My hands waved as I moaned plaintively, begging for release but also hoping it would never come. “Sorry, didn’t catch that!” she chirped.

“Oh god, please, please, touch... fuck…I need…please” I pleaded, the urgency of my needs erasing all other thoughts from my mind. I lifted my hips, looking for friction, but she had already lowered her head, her games at an end, and I felt her tongue caressing me, drawing essences from me that I never knew I had. My breathing became labored as my hands clutched for purchase on her muscular shoulders. She would bring me so close to the brink of ecstasy, but each time, just before I reached it, she would subtly alter her rhythm so that a whole new level of pleasure opened, all the while keeping the ultimate release tantalizingly out of reach.

By this time, I was practically sitting up my hands bracing me out to the sides, my head thrown back as each moment I thought I couldn’t take any more, my spine jutting out with each new spasm of joy as she seemed to find and individually stimulate every nerve I had. She was kneeling now, her head low between my legs, and I saw how hard and full her own breasts had become. I realized how she was neglecting her needs for my pleasure, and I reached down and grabbed her hip to draw her near. She followed my hand, and we were soon lying side by side, legs spread wide. As she continued her beautiful torture between my legs, her hand reached for my breasts, but I seized it and held it to my mouth, first kissing each knuckle, then slowly sucking each finger until her attentions to my clit paused as she fought to control her own desire. “Don’t try to stop it,” I whispered. “Just…be.” I reached hand up to her waistband, unzipping her jeans and sliding my hand into the soft warm wetness that so mirrored my own. Leaving her pants on, I began to gently work my hand against her flesh as she worked her mouth against mine, her moans vibrating tantalizingly against my skin.

As I drew closer and closer to the final joyous ecstasy, I began to rub her harder and harder, my fingers slipping easily in and over her wet places. I began to whimper, begging her to end it before I died of all the pleasure she was giving me. In reply, she gave my clit a quick nip, making me groan and turn my head, unable to bare it any longer. Suddenly, almost in retaliation, I plunged all of my fingers swiftly and deeply within her, quickly finding her center of pleasures while my thumb continued to rub ever harder at her swollen clit. Finally, we were both there, together, on the edge of the cliff, desperately needing release. She glanced up, and we nodded. Acting as one, I plunged my whole hand deep within her, twisting and pressing hard, as she sucked hard at my clit, flicking her tongue rapidly over it. We cried out and strained together as the fruits of our labors poured from us both, and we finally lay still, letting the waves of ecstasy roll over us as we uttered a symphony of soft cries and moans until at least, we lay still and limp. Finally, Jennie turned around in the bed and held me close, her hair cascading over my shoulder and tickling my face. She whispered into my ear, and we laughed, remembering how only hours before we’d been so lonely and alone. It seemed impossible now, that dreadful solitude, as we lay pressed together breast to breast, hip to hip, thigh to thigh. I felt her smiling again on my neck, and I laughed for the pure joy and new expression of friendship and love we had found.

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