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Carson has not been lucky with roommates. Ever since her freshman year she always got nasty roommates, one always played loud music, the other was so messy that their room always smelled like rotten food.
Everything changed until she met Greta. She and Greta weren’t just roommates, they were friends. Good friends, the kind who would get drinks almost every Friday after classes and would watch the same shows so they could talk about them and would text each other daily just to check in. They’re basically best friends, if Carson was allowed to call anyone but Shirley her best friend.
Carson thought that finding out that Greta was a lesbian would change things, but it weirdly kind of hasn’t. They still go out for drinks, they get to head back to their dorm together hand in hand and they get to watch shows beside one another on the couch, and sometimes even fall asleep holding each other.
So no one can blame about having sex dreams about her roommate. After all, Greta is the definition of beauty, she is tall and curvy and her skin is so soft, her lips as red as her hair falling to shoulders. It’s unfair how beautiful she was and even the straightest girl would want her, at least that’s what she told herself each time she found herself fantasizing about her. Each time she found her self annoyed when Greta would go out with her many hook ups instead of spending the night watching movies with her.
“So, what’s it like to fuck women?” Carson asks one night , clearly fuelled by her beer.
Greta gives Carson a shocked look and then breaks out in laughter. Carson just stares at her.
“Oh you’re being serious?” Greta asks.
“Yeah, you fuck women, right?” Carson
Only a straight woman would ask this. Greta chuckles and shakes her head a bit at Carson’s antics.
“Are you asking from a ‘that’s gross’ perspective or a bicurious perspective?” Greta questions.
Carson shrugs.
“Both? I guess I just find women attractive, but...above the belt,” Carson explains. “The idea of kissing a woman sounds good! Boobs, even, sound nice. But...I can’t imagine…”
“Eating a girl out?” Greta finishes, questioningly. Carson nods. Greta shrugs.
“Well, I don’t know what to tell you. If you can get joy out of putting a dick in your mouth, you can probably get joy out of putting your mouth on a vagina.” Greta insists. Carson reflects on that and grabs a beer out of the small fridge in the corner .
“I wouldn’t exactly say I get joy out of putting a dick in my mouth, either,” Carson admits.
“You, like, actually enjoy going down on women? ”
Greta can’t believe that Carson Is asking her these questions, Or that she’s actually answering them. “Yeah,” Greta replies.“ I get sexual pleasure out of oral sex. Having a woman with her legs open soaking wet laying back on the bed for you is hot as hell,” Greta explains.
Carson bites her lip and just continues drinking her beer, not really knowing what to say.
This conversation never leaves Carson’s mind and It’s just a few weeks later that her and Greta find themselves out at a bar, and Carson leans in and asks Greta to take her home.
Assuming she just means that she’s drunk and needs someone to get in the Uber with her, Greta gets them an Uber back to their dorm .
As soon as they get back to the room Carson leans in ,
“I want you to show me,” she tells her, handing her a bag of chips.
“Is this about the apple pie ? I told you, the tutorials I found on YouTube can explain ,” Greta explains.
“What? No, Greta , this is not about the pie, This is about me wanting you to fuck me.”
Greta’s eyes widen and she almost chokes on a chip. “What?!” she exclaims.
“You literally just said, like, two weeks ago, that sex with women grosses you out.”
“I did not, I said that I didn’t personally want to go down on a...vagina,” Carson clarifies.
“Oh, so you want me to take care of you, while you...lay there?” Greta quips, her head tilted with
curiosity and amusement. “I didn’t take you for a pillow princess.”
“Greta ,” Carson almost whines. “I’m not a...princess or whatever. I’m just...I need sex. And I’m intrigued.”
Greta shakes her head. “Not tonight. You have to let me sleep on this,” Greta insists.
Carson lets it go, and Greta tells herself that there’s no way she’s ever going to fuck her new best friend just because said friend is maybe-slightly-bicurious. She’s not that desperate for sex.
Until, a few days later, when she...is. That desperate. It’s been weeks, she’s at the part of her cycle where she’s always horny, and Carson is handing her a beer in their shared space wearing just a cut-off and skinny jeans that hug her muscular legs in an undeniably attractive way.
“If we do this, we never talk about this again,” Greta says, dead serious. “You tell me if you want me to stop. And if you ever want to experiment with women again, you get on a dating app just like the rest of us, or put on your big girl jeans and flirt with a stranger at a bar. Got it?”
Carson laughs and nods. “Why would I get on a dating app when my new best friend is queer and hot?” She questions.
Greta rolls her eyes but takes the compliment. They clean up in the kitchen and then Greta pushes Carson against the counter and kisses her. There’s nothing sweet or soft about it. Carson’s tongue finds its way into her mouth, they find themselves stumbling into Greta’s bed, and Greta pins her to the bed. They quickly get undressed, shirts and bras flying across the room, Greta helping Carson pull off her pants, and Greta kicking her leg to get out of hers.
“Damn, boobs,” Carson mumbles, raising an eyebrow at the perky, round, large breasts pressed against her own. Greta chuckles and rolls her eyes before nipping at her shoulder.
Greta starts kissing, licking, and sucking all over Carson’s body. She finds the sensitive spots on her neck and bites down, making Carson let out a strangled moan and give Greta more space to work.
Greta teases her boobs with her fingers, gently rolling her hard nipples between her fingers. She squeezes and plays with them, pinching them a little harder until she gets a reaction out of Carson.
Greta leans in next to her ear. “Do you like getting eaten out?” she asks, a smirk playing across her face.
“I have a feeling that I will when you’re in charge,” Carson teases. Greta’s happy enough with that answer, and climbs down her body, spreading her thighs and licking them. Greta usually likes to work a girl up a lot more before she goes down on her, but this isn’t about intimacy. This is about sex, and sex only. She pulls off Carson’s underwear and lets them fly off the side of the bed, and Carson takes a moment to try to take a deep breath.
Greta holds her thighs open and smiles at the beautiful wet pussy she gets to eat. Carson is turned on and excited and a little confused by how excited Greta is to go down on her; it seems Greta hadn’t been exaggerating after all. Men had usually only gone down on her for a couple of minutes as a treat for her, and she’s never really liked it that much, but Greta, of course, completely changes Carson ’s mind. Her hand flies to the short red hair as Greta starts licking her.
Greta is soft and calculated as she explores, trying to figure out what Carson likes. She starts to figure her out quickly and Carson loves it when she sucks on her lips and folds, doesn’t particularly seem to care for teeth being involved, and gets really wet when she penetrates her with her tongue, liking when she swirls it around. She actually gasps the first time Greta licks her clit, and Greta does it a few more times for her before letting it go.
Once she gets a sense of what Carson likes, she goes on auto pilot, her pure sex side taking over.
Carson can barely think or concentrate at all, Greta’s mouth doing things and licking and sucking
places she didn’t know could possibly feel like this. She whines and tugs her hair and her back flies off the bed. She’s squirming and Greta has to hold her hips down so she can work. She sucks on her sensitive inner lips and Carson moans long and low again. The sounds and movement from Carson confirm that she’s doing a good job, and Carson keeps trying to buck her hips into her mouth.
Greta knows there’s no way she’s coming up after Carson has just one orgasm. The girl is stunning, strong, loud, tastes amazing, and now that she’s gotten to try eating her out, Greta never wants it to end. Greta licks her clit gently a few times and Carson feels arousal dripping out of her and coating her folds, her thighs, and dripping onto the sheets. She’s never been so wet and so eager in her life.
She feels the tell-tale tightening in her stomach and she can’t believe she’s already about to cum.
Her thigh quivers and Greta takes it as a signal that she’s close and starts really licking her wet clit,
drawing it out and setting a fast pace to lick it.
“Oh my God, GRETA, oh, fuck,” Carson moans. She’s not a talker in bed, but the words fly out of
her mouth before she can think. Her hand is on Greta’s head, keeping her mouth on her clit as her
body quakes and the fire in her stomach finally rushes through her. She cums with a loud moan and
her body flies off the bed, Greta holding her pussy to her face as her muscles tense and release with
what is probably the best orgasm she’s ever had. She feels like dead weight, panting on the bed as
she comes down. Greta kisses her thighs and her mound teasingly, then up to her stomach, just
wanting to give her a second.
Once her breathing gets a bit more under control, Greta starts sucking on her dark, swollen nipples. She’s rough with them like she’s learned she likes, biting and sucking roughly, making Carson moan again. “What are you doing to me?” Carson asks.
“I’m going to eat your pussy just like this until you cum again and then I’m going to finger you so hard that you can barely walk tomorrow,” Greta whispers. “Does that sound good?”
Carson doesn’t know if her body will be able to take it, and also thinks that now that she’s had one
orgasm, it’ll be hard to get her off again. But she agrees, and Greta blows on her wet nipples before
opening her legs again and going back to work. Carson lets out a gasp when Greta licks through her
folds and slides her tongue inside on the first lick. She’s soaked and tastes so fucking good that
Greta is addicted.
She presses her nose against her folds as she fucks her with her tongue, Carson riding her tongue, desperately bucking her hips. She pushes her tongue in as far as she can, the thickness of the bottom of her tongue stretching Carson and making them both moan.
By the time Greta pulls out her tongue, her whole mouth and lower face is soaked in the absolute best way possible. For Greta, a soaking wet face from getting a girl soaked is the absolute best prize.
Carson can’t believe she’s already getting there. Suddenly, having her pussy eaten is her new
favourite sex act. Greta drives her wild with each lick and suck and then kisses her lips to tease her,
running her tongue between them. Every move Greta makes drives her closer. She finally starts
licking her clit again, alternating with sucking the skin right around it to torture her. Carson is close,
her legs kicking with impatience and arousal as Greta teases her super sensitive clit.
“Greta, please,” Carson begs. Greta licks from her clit to her opening, teases her there, and then licks
back up and starts to suck on her clit. It’s a whole new sensation she’s never felt before,
overwhelming her senses, taking her breath away, and sending her spiralling into another orgasm,
her body moving and shaking on its own accord as she is spread on the bed.
Greta licks her pussy through her orgasm and tries to lick up as much as she can before she climbs up her body and quickly slides two fingers into her. Carson’s eyes fly open as well as her mouth.
“Is this ok?” Greta asks, a little concerned, stilling her fingers. Carson nods and grabs her hand to
encourage her to keep going. The next ten minutes or so are a complete blur for Carson, Greta fucks her hard with her fingers. She moves fast and once she finds her sensitive spot, she’s careful to hit it every third thrust, wanting to make this last. Greta kisses her lips and they make out, messy and sloppy and tongues and teeth everywhere as Greta gets rough with her fingers.
Carson starts moaning every time she hits her g spot, and Greta starts sucking on the sensitive spots on her neck. It’s overwhelming but feels so good. Carson can’t think properly, her body on fire and her pussy soaked and throbbing with need. Greta’s plan is to draw this out for a while and then start to touch her clit and rub her g spot more purposefully. But Carson’s back flies up into her chest off the bed and she dirtily moans “I’m going to cum,” much to both of their surprise.
Carson can tell that this impending orgasm feels different—bigger somehow but doesn’t know
why or how. Greta holds her down with her free hand and starts hitting her g spot with each of her
hard, fast thrusts, feeling her walls start to tighten as they grip her fingers.
Carson feels the tightening in her belly and grips Greta’s hip for some stability. Then she moans Greta’s name, her walls tighten hard around Greta’s fingers, and then she cums. She squirts all over Greta’s hand and hips and legs and her bed, in the moment feeling so much pleasure that she doesn’t even realize what’s happening.
Greta’s fingers come flying out when she squirts, so she uses her soaked hand to rub her folds and her clit through her orgasm. Carson moans through it until she finally comes down.
Greta removes her hand and kisses her shoulder sweetly, knowing she needs a moment to recover.
“Why am I wet Carson asks, dazed. Greta chuckles and kisses her forehead.
“Because you squirted everywhere,” she replies. “Did it feel good?”
“I did what??” Carson nearly sprints out of Greta’s bed. “I’m so sorry Greta , that’s never happened before, let me put the sheets in the washer.” She says almost timidly.
Greta can’t help but feel sorry for the beautiful girl in front of her.
“Carson, hey” she says with a smile on her face , “Do you see me complaining, I loved seeing you do that it was actually very sexy to me, and we should definitely do this again “ Greta says before she catches herself.
Carson smiles and she feels her nerves dissipate.
“I would like that.” she says
“Good, but we’re going to need some rules.”