The Naughty Roommate

I had heard rumors about my roommate Emily's reputation. Whispers of her being a bit of a wild child and an exhibitionist had reached my ears, but I didn't pay them much mind. After all, every college student has a bit of a crazy side, right?

But after a couple of weeks of living together, I saw her notorious ways firsthand. I came home from my morning classes, hoping to grab a quick snack before my next lecture. As I walked down the hallway, I noticed the door to our place was slightly ajar. Curiously, I peeked inside, and what I saw had my heart pounding instantly.

Emily was standing in the middle of the living room, completely naked, her fit body glistening with a thin layer of sweat. She had a large vibrator in her hand, which she ran along her thigh as she swayed sensuously to some unseen rhythm. The sight alone was enough to make my mouth go dry. Her long, brown hair fell in waves around her shoulders, and her eyes were closed, her head tilted back in ecstasy.

She was completely absorbed in her solo performance, unaware of my startled presence in the doorway-or was she? I stood transfixed, watching her every move. Her hand moved the vibrator up to her chest, where she brushed it gently across her perky breasts, causing them to bounce playfully. The toy then trailed down to her waist, pausing briefly at her navel before reaching her pussy.

I cleared my throat, unable to contain myself any longer. The sudden noise made Emily jump and turn towards me, her eyes opening wide with surprise. The vibrator fell from her hand, landing on the floor with a soft thud. She stood there, her chest heaving and a look of equal parts embarrassment and playful daring on her face.

"Oh, hey there," she said with a cheeky grin. "Did you enjoy the show?"

I felt myself flush, unable to form a coherent reply. I'd never encountered such a bold and unapologetic display of sexuality before. Emily stepped closer, picked up the vibrator, and handed it to me.

"Don't be shy. I won't tell anyone. It's just you and me here," she said, her voice low and husky. "Besides, I kind of hoped you'd catch me someday, and you can't leave me like that now."

I took the toy, feeling its weight and texture under my palm. It was then that I noticed my own growing erection strain against my pants. Trying to hide my excitement wasn't easy, but Emily seemed to sense my discomfort.

"Don't worry, it's perfectly natural. I've been watching you too, you know," she added with a wicked smile. "I've seen the way you look at me when you think no one's watching. I know you want me."

My heart skipped a beat as a rush of desire coursed through me. Emily's boldness was infectious, and before I could overthink it, I found myself stepping forward, closing the distance between us.

"Then let me," I said, my voice laced with a mix of determination and lust.

Emily's eyes widened further, and she took the vibrator from me, placing it back against her body. This time, she ran it along her neck, down her collarbones, and slowly across her breasts, using the toy's buzzing sensations to tease herself. I followed her lead, matching her slow, deliberate movements with the vibrator, first on her front and then around her back, enjoying the sight of her body arching in response.

"That's it," she moaned softly, her hands running through my hair, pulling me closer for a passionate kiss.

Our lips locked, and I felt the vibrations of the toy against my own body, an unexpected but thrilling sensation. Emily's hands wandered down to my pants, unzipping them and freeing my erect dick. She wrapped her hand around it, giving it a few firm strokes that made me shudder.

"You're quite the multi-tasker, aren't you?" she purred.

I couldn't help but chuckle, enjoying the way she seemed to be in control yet still so vulnerable. Emily's playfulness and unapologetic attitude were a refreshing change from the shy, hesitant partners I'd had before.

As if reading my mind, she said, "I know what I want, and I want you. But we've got plenty of time for that. First, let's make sure we're both good and ready."

She led me to the couch, sitting down and gesturing for me to join her. I noticed another vibrator and a dildo lying on the coffee table, evidence of her earlier activities. Emily picked up the dildo, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"I've been experimenting with some new toys. This one's my favorite," she said, running the smooth, curved length along my jawline.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as she pressed the tip against my lips, urging me to taste it. I did as instructed, tasting a hint of her sweetness on the silicone. Emily moaned in approval, leaning back and closing her eyes, her hands wandering aimlessly over her body.

I used the opportunity to explore her with the other vibrator, starting at her ankles and slowly working my way up her legs, enjoying the shivers and soft gasps that escaped her. I paused at the waist, then moved the buzzing toy along her curves, circling her navel and brushing against her breasts. Her nipples were hard and erect, and I couldn't resist giving them a gentle graze, which earned me a soft moan.

"Oh, that's it," Emily whispered, her breath quickening.

Encouraged by her response, I continued my slow ascent, unable to resist the temptation to taste her pink pussy. I ran the vibrator along her inner thighs, enjoying the way her muscles quivered at the anticipation. Finally, I reached my goal, and the vibrator's buzz filled the air as I held it against her soaking entrance.

Emily's hands gripped the couch tightly, and she spread her legs wider, silently urging me on. I didn't need any more encouragement. I slowly inserted the toy, thrilled by her sharp intake of breath as I slowly increased the speed, matching the rhythm she set with her own hands on her clit.

"Oh god, that's amazing... Keep going," she urged.

The sight of her pleasure combined with the sensations I was delivering had my own desire reaching new heights. I glanced up to see her eyes rolled back, her chest heaving, and a look of utter ecstasy on her face. I increased the intensity, loving the way Emily's hips matched my every move.

"I'm so close... Don't stop," she begged.

I couldn't have stopped if I tried. The image of Emily's passionate expression, the sound of her erotic pleas, and the feel of her silky skin were too much for me to bear. I was consumed by a burning desire to make her orgasm.

Emily's breath became shorter, and her body tensed up, signaling her building climax. I accelerated the movements of the vibrator, sending her over the edge. She cried out, her body arching off the couch as waves of orgasmic delight consumed her. I continued to stroke the vibrator in and out, extending her pleasure, loving every second of her ecstasy.

When Emily's moans eventually subsided, she opened her eyes, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. She looked at me with a gleam of appreciation, wiping the residual moisture from the corners of her lips.

"But it's your turn now." her voice hot and heavy.+

She moved swiftly, pushing me back onto the couch and taking control of the situation. Emily's fingers were skilled and playful as she unbuttoned my shirt, her lips pressing against my chest and kissing me passionately. I felt her hands grasp my erection, and she gave me a few quick strokes before slowing down to admire it.

"Mmm, looks like I have my work cut out for me," she said, her voice laced with lust.

Emily proceeded to take me in her mouth, her warm, wet tongue wrapping around my shaft. The sensation was incredible, and I couldn't help but moan in response. She worked her magic, using her hands in harmony with her mouth, ensuring every inch of me was attended to.

As I felt the pleasure building up, Emily seemed to sense my impending climax. She pulled away slightly, looking up at me with those alluring eyes, and said, "I want you inside me. Now."

She didn't need to ask twice. I was more than ready and eager to oblige. Emily guided me to stand, and she turned around, presenting her gorgeous, rounded buttocks. I couldn't resist running my hands over her smooth skin, and with each stroke, she shivered with delight.

I positioned myself at her entrance and pushed forward, feeling the warm, tight grip of her pussy enveloping me. Emily let out a satisfied groan as I slowly sank into her, filling her completely. I paused to let her adjust, and then I began a steady rhythm, causing a low groan to emanate from deep within her.

"Harder," Emily demanded, and I obliged, picking up the pace.

I held her hips and thrust deeply, enjoying the sensation of our bodies coming together. Emily's fingers dug into the couch, and her head rested on the armrest as she took each stroke. I could feel the tension building once more, and Emily seemed to sense it, increasing her pace to match mine.

"Yes, just like that... Fuck me hard," she encouraged.

The dirty talk sent shivers down my spine, and I felt myself losing control. I increased the intensity, driving into her with powerful thrusts, each one earning a matching moan and a desperate grasp for stability. Emily's pussy felt like a vice around me, milking me with each stroke.

"I'm gonna cum," I warned her, unable to hold back any longer.

"Then do it. Cum inside me. Show me how good it feels," Emily urged, looking over her shoulder with a sultry smile.

That was all the encouragement I needed. I thrust deeply one last time, feeling my veins pulse with delight as a warm surge of cum flooded her depths. Emily's pussy clenched around me, milking every drop, and she, too, reached her peak, crying out in ecstatic release.

Emily turned around, her eyes glistening with a mixture of lust and contentment, and she gave me a sultry smile.

"That was definitely a memorable welcome-home gift," she said playfully.

I couldn't help but return her smile, and I realized that moving in with Emily might just have been the best decision I'd ever made.