Calinda's Awakening

Calinda Woods wasn’t sure at what point her body would combust from pent-up sexual desire, but she was pretty damn close.

When another moan of pleasure reverberated through the bedroom wall, she slapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her response. The rhythmic banging of her roommate’s bedhead against their shared wall increased in intensity and the moans became shouts.

Whoever Cole Brennan was entertaining tonight, he was making sure she was enjoying herself.

The flush from Calinda’s cheeks spread down to heat her neck and breasts; the tightness of her chest forcing her breaths to come in gasping pants. Lying with her legs tangled in the sheets, she arched her back, pressing her ass into the mattress and her head into the pillows. Slipping a finger from the hand covering her mouth between her lips, she sucked desperately. This was insane. And so, so wrong.

Her teeth bit into the flesh of her finger, hard. Harder.

She could imagine the flexing muscles of Cole’s forearms as he held himself above the woman’s body, how she threw her head back in ecstasy as he pounded into her. Again, and again. Did he shift, drawing her ankles over his shoulders for deeper access? Were his hands white-knuckled and clenching on the tops of her thighs, his throat corded in tension?

Heat flooded Calinda’s pυssy at the sound of Cole’s low, guttural groan. She swallowed, attempting to ease her dry throat, parched by her restraint. A flash of humiliation burned through her gut but, even as she despised her actions, there was no going back.

Flipping onto her stomach, she buried her face in the pillow and reached between her legs, her fingers sliding beneath her panties and into the wet heat of her arousal. Her pυssy was slick and wanting, and she held her breath as her finger circled the bud of her clit, the pressure exquisite.

She was heedless now to Cole in the next room; the soundtrack of his fucking replaced by the blood thrumming through her body and the promise of release encroaching the edges of her mind. Furiously, she worked her clit, her fingers on the verge of cramping. She was close. So close.

Biting into the pillow, she canted her hips higher, giving her other hand the space it needed to slip two fingers into her drenched pυssy, thrusting as deep as she could. She was aching and for a moment the lack of being completely filled tore her from impending orgasm. Her fingers were a poor substitute for what she craved, and she stilled, straining to hear what was happening in Cole’s bedroom. Nothing.

Groaning in frustration, she curved the fingers sheathed in her pυssy, reaching for her g-spot and crying out as she rubbed it–the sensation almost painful in its intensity. Lost to everything but the spiraling tension consuming her, Calinda screamed into the pillow as her όrgasm washed over her, drowning rational thought, dignity and common sense.

Gasping for breath she rolled onto her side, curling into herself with her hands cupping her sex, reluctant to re-enter reality.

Her body, covered in a sheen of sweat, chilled under the air-conditioner and she reached to pull a sheet over her, closing her eyes against the thought of what she’d just done.

She was a pervy voyeur, getting off on her roommate fυcking a nameless woman. Again.

***

He heard her. Even with Helena chanting his name in her release, he heard her.

His shy roommate was masturbating to the sound of him fυcking, and fυck if it didn’t make his dick harden. An impressive feat, given he’d just screwed Helena six ways from Sunday. Twice.

“Is that her?” Helena asked, face lax and eyes closed.

“Who?”

“Your roommate. The pretty little mouse who looks like she’d pee her pants if you sneezed in her direction.”

Cole chuckled. Mouse was an apt description for Calinda, who’d answered his Craigslist ad for a roommate and moved in several weeks ago. In the final year of his Masters, he’d moved out of the share house he’d occupied with friends in order to concentrate on his studies, and Calinda had seemed like the perfect non-distraction to assist with the rent.

“She gets off on listening to us,” Helena continued, unconcerned. She rolled onto her side, breasts pushing together enticingly, and eyed him. “You know that, yes?”

“It doesn’t bother you,” he commented.

“Non. I like it. Do you think she’s imagining you, or me?”

Considering the way he’d caught Calinda surreptitiously looking at his bare chest when he left the bathroom yesterday, he’d like to think it was him. But hell if he knew.

Helena raised herself onto her elbows and leant to trail her lips along his shoulder, nipping and causing gooseflesh to break out.

“Do you think…” Her nails scratched his pectoral. “She’d like to watch?”

He tensed. Just moments ago he’d been picturing a naked and spent Calinda, flushed and replete on her bed. So why did Helena’s suggestion have his jaw tightening? Was he feeling… protective?

He realized while the idea of Calinda was tantalizing, the reality would be tawdry. She deserved so much more than to be a sexualized plaything. And she was innocent. So damn innocent. There was no way in hell he was going to be the reason for her corruption.

“She’s hardly ingenuous,” Helena said, correctly interpreting his silence. “She may appear naïve, but she’s clearly sexually aware. Maybe she’s curious?”

That was not happening.

“What’s the matter, Helena? Not satisfied?” he growled, pushing her onto her back and settling his body over hers.

“I didn’t say that…”

Hiding his grin, he slid down, scraping his teeth between her breasts and over her belly, relishing the tug of her hands tangling in his hair. The scent of her sex was intoxicating as he shoved his hands beneath her thighs, gripping her ass and spreading her wide so his shoulders could settle between them.

Her pυssy lips were pink and swollen, dripping with fresh arousal.

“So pretty.”

“I’m going to scream if you don’t get your mouth on me,” she threatened, raising her hips and pushing at his head.

A gentleman never keeps a lady waiting.

He dove into her wetness, his tongue lapping at her engorged clit, circling and teasing.

“Cole!” she screamed.

Working his teeth and suction in reprimand, he used his grip on her ass to pull her cυnt tighter against his ravenous mouth, all thoughts of his mouse forgotten.