His fingertip glistened in the light from the TV. He stared at it, rubbing my wetness between his fingers for a moment, my pussy clenching with horniness and nervousness and embarrassment. I had been *so close* to cumming just before he walked in…
“Wait…is this…?” His cheeks went bright red as he realised what the slick liquid between his fingers was. “Oh fuck…oh my god…I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have…I wasn’t looking, I just–”
“It’s okay,” I said, my own embarrassment rising. “It’s my fault! I shouldn’t have been…you know…”
“No!” he said quickly.. “It's your apartment too! You can do…*that*…anywhere you like!”
“Really?” I asked. The TV menu idled, soft music looping. The controller was somewhere on the floor behind the coffee table, and the damp patch of my cum was still gleaming in the glow. I felt another rush of embarrassment and excitement as slutty thoughts entered my mind. “Because actualy…you…sort of…interrupted me…”
His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Oh.”
“Yeah,” I said, heat crawling up my neck. “Still kind of horny to be honest.”
James made a sound that might have been a laugh if he didn’t look so nervous. He stared firmly at the TV now, like negotiating with himself not to look anywhere else. “Do you want me to go to my room?”
I shook my head. “No. I don’t want you to go anywhere, actually.”
“I see.”
A moment of silence. My heart beat so fast I thought I was going to pass out.
“Would it be okay if I carried on?” I asked, my nipples hardening just from the words. “It's not anything bad….’m just going to…edge my pussy. Just a little bit. Just to feel slutty. Is that okay?”
He made a tiny noise in his throat and his shoulders squared, then dropped. “I don’t want to make this weird…”
“It’s up to you,” I said, sliding down the couch a little, angling my legs toward him. “I'm going to do it either way, so I can either go do it in my room, or I can do it here. Which would you prefer?”
“Here.”
I nodded. “Would you like to watch?”
Without waiting for him to answer, I let the blanket slide from my body, hooking my thumbs under the waistband of my shorts and pulling them down gently. Within seconds we had gone from roommates sitting on the couch to me with my naked pussy completely on display for him, my smooth lips still glistening from my previous edging.
“Do you like it?” I asked. “It's very soft…”
“It looks like it…” he whispered, licking his lips. I felt myself get wetter as the desire took over his face.
“Should I show you my breasts, too?”
“I…uh…”
That’s as far as he got before I sat up and pulled my T-shirt up over my head, my huge tits falling free, my nipples unbelievably hard. I wanted so badly for him to suck and pull and lick on them as I continued to tease my pussy, but by the look on his face, this was already a lot for him. So instead I lay back down on my back and opened my legs, spreading myself for him.
I closed my eyes and let my hands drift back down my body, pretending he wasn’t there. It took effort not to dive straight back in, but I forced myself to take my time, my body shivering at the first brush over my clit. My hips lifted a little and I bit my lip. I felt James edge a little closer, his knee touching my knee.
I moaned. The sound was small and obscene. My eyes fluttered shut. I rocked my pussy against my finger, careful, gentle, a little desperate but not allowing myself to go there yet. I wanted him to see how much I could make myself suffer.
“Can I…” He stopped, swallowed. “Can I touch your leg? Just your leg.”
I nodded. His hand slid, cautious and slow, to rest on my thigh, fingers spread but respectful. He squeezed the flesh of my inner thigh and I gasped, allowing one of my fingers to slip inside myself at the same moment.
“Fuck,” I said, my voice already beathless. “A little higher. *Please.*”
His fingers crept up the inside of my thigh, my skin buzzing. He stopped where the damp started.
“Do you like the way I look?” I managed, knowing his face was less than a meter away from my spread and dripping pussy. I pulled lazily on one of my nipples as I asked the question, another shockwave of pleasure passing through my body. I imagined taking his cock into my throat and shivered.
“Yes,” he said. “Yes, you look amazing.”
“And slutty?” I asked, lifting my hips a little, bringing myself even closer to his face, offering myself.
“I…uh…yeah, I guess.” His voice was filled with wonder. “You’re really, really wet.”
“Mmm–hmm,” I nodded. “Would you like to touch it? Just to see? Because that would be okay…”
He didn’t move for a long second. Then, carefully and timidly, he slid his fingers higher up my leg until they touched the edge of my pussy. Just one lip. He waited there. I moved my hand away and guided his fingers to the centre of the soft mess I’d made of myself.
“Fucking hell,” he whispered.
I giggled in spite of myself. “Yeah…”
Before I could stop myself, my hips started to move, grinding myself on his finger, my body moving in a slowly undulating rhythm, my breast rocking backward and forward on my chest, full and soft and begging to be squeezed. I imagined his cock between them and felt my pussy convulse again. If I wasn't careful, I was going to cum all over his fingers already.
“We have to stop…” I said, still grinding on him. “Please…”
He pulled his fingers away like he’d been burnt. “Oh God sorry! Did I do something wrong? Are you okay? I thought you–”
“Shhh,” I said, still on my back. Still naked. Still wet. “Don’t worry. You’re doing amazing. I just…fuck…its kind of embarassing. You still want to help me right?”
“Of course,” he said. “Anything.”
“I thought so.” I nodded. “In that case…I need you to fuck my tits.”