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I had Ashley pinned under me on the dorm bed, our legs tangled so tight there was nowhere left to go. My hot co-ed body was already slick with sweat and her wetness. The second I felt her soaked pussy lips slide against mine I knew we were both done for. No more teasing. Just pure grinding.
I locked my thighs around her hips and started to rock. Slow at first, letting the heat build. Every drag of my clit over hers made my stomach flutter. Ashley’s hands grabbed my ass and pulled me harder into her. “Fuck, Claire… right there,” she breathed, voice already breaking.
I leaned forward, breasts pressed to hers, and really started to trib. Our wet pussies kissed and slipped and pressed until the sound filled the whole room. Slick, filthy, perfect. I could feel her clit swelling against mine, both of us so swollen and sensitive that every pass sent sparks straight up my spine.
Scissoring Until We Both Lose It
I shifted, hooked one leg higher, and locked us into a proper scissor. My wet pussy ground down hard on hers. Ashley’s hips bucked up to meet me, matching every roll. We were soaking the sheets already. Juices mixed between us, warm and slippery, coating our inner thighs.
I stared down at her face while I fucked her with my pussy. Her mouth was open, soft little moans spilling out every time our clits caught just right. I kept the pressure steady, grinding in tight circles, then long sliding strokes that made us both gasp. The friction was unreal. Wet lesbian heat building and building until my thighs started to shake.
Ashley’s fingers dug into my hips. “Don’t stop… Claire I’m gonna—” She never finished the sentence. Her whole body locked up under me. I felt her pussy pulse and then a hot gush of wetness flooded between us. She was cumming hard, soaking my cunt, thighs trembling while she rode it out against me.
That was all it took. I ground down harder, chasing that same edge, and it hit me like a wave. My orgasm ripped through me while I was still scissoring her. I came all over her wet pussy, juices spilling out of me and mixing with hers until we were both slick and shaking. I kept rocking through it, milking every last pulse against her clit until we were both gasping and oversensitive.
We stayed locked like that for a long minute, sticky and breathless, my hot co-ed body still pressed tight to hers. Our combined wetness dripped down between us onto the sheets. I kissed her once, slow, tasting the salt on her lips, then finally rolled off so we could catch our breath.
Ashley looked at me with that dazed little smile. “We’re doing that again,” she said. I just laughed and pulled her closer, already thinking about the next time I got to grind my wet pussy against hers until we both came all over each other again.
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My Quiet Afternoon Alone
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I kicked the door shut behind me and dropped my bag by the dresser. Another long lecture done, another walk across campus in those tight jeans that always make my hips sway a little more than I mean them to. The apartment was empty. My roommate had left a note about staying at her boyfriend’s place tonight. Perfect.
I peeled everything off in the middle of the bedroom. Shirt, bra, jeans, the little thong that had been riding up all day. The cool air kissed my skin and my heavy breasts settled free. I caught my reflection in the mirror for a second. Thick college coed body, soft curves, full tits that bounce when I walk, the kind of hips that fill out a bed. I liked what I saw.
I climbed onto the white sheets and sank back into the pillows. The lamp by the bed cast that warm golden glow I always leave on. My hair fanned out around me. One hand drifted up and cupped my left breast, thumb brushing over the nipple until it tightened. The other hand rested low on my stomach, fingers already restless.
Fingers Sliding Lower
I let my knees fall open. The air touched me there and I shivered. My middle finger found the soft folds of my pussy and stroked once, slow. I was already wet. Thinking about the way that guy in my econ class had looked at me earlier had done half the work. I pressed harder, circling my clit, then dipped lower and pushed inside.
One finger. Then two. I fucked myself with a steady rhythm, palm grinding against my clit every time I pushed deep. My other hand stayed on my breast, squeezing, pinching the nipple just enough to make my breath catch. The wet sound of my fingers moving in and out filled the quiet room. I arched my back and pushed my hips up to meet every thrust.
I kept going, faster now, curling my fingers so they rubbed that spot that always makes my thighs shake. My free hand slid down to join the first, spreading myself open so I could watch. Thick college coed legs spread wide on white sheets, fingers shiny, pussy swollen and greedy. I rubbed my clit in tight circles while three fingers pumped in and out.
The orgasm built low in my belly and then spilled over hard. My whole body locked up. I cried out into the empty apartment, hips jerking, pussy clenching around my fingers in wave after wave. I kept rubbing through it until I was too sensitive to take any more and finally collapsed back against the pillows, breathing hard, hand still resting between my legs.
I stayed like that for a long time, naked and warm and satisfied, the lamp still glowing soft against the red curtains. Some afternoons are better spent alone.