I was just going to edge my pussy for a *little* bit before bed.
It had been a hard week at work and I deserved it, right?
Besides, my roommate James wouldn’t be back for a few hours, and James is…well, James. Geeky, sweet, always humming Zelda music under his breath when he’s cooking pasta. Friendly to a fault, but so awkward sometimes it makes me smile.
The thing is, he’s so careful about boundaries. Like, if I come out of the shower wrapped in a towel, he’ll literally turn and face the wall until I tell him I’m dressed. He’s that kind of shy. Which is probably why the thought of doing something dirty in our shared space while he was out, on our couch, had me kind of horny.
I’d been replaying Skyward Sword, trying not to think about it, trying to focus on the game, but tbh my thoughts kept returning to…well…to pleasuring my clit lol
But it would be very wrong to make myself cum there…which is exactly why I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
I moved to the middle and slipped my panties around to my knees, enjoying the way it felt to be exposed like that in our shared space, my pussy out and already throbbing just from the taboo of being so naked.
I wasn’t going to do anything crazy. Just a gentle pressing on my lips, teasing my body, pulling on my nipples through my pajamas a little. It would be fun, right?
It might have been, if I hadn’t gotten so carried away; five minutes later I was a mess, sprawled out, my breasts completely exposed, nipples hard and sensitive from where I’d caressed them. My legs were open, *wide*, bent at the knees, my naked toes pressing into the cushion for leverage. My panties were still tangled loosely around one thigh as I fucked myself gently and slowly with my fingers.
The game controller had slipped somewhere to the floor. I didn’t even remember dropping it. All I could focus on was the wetness between my legs, the tight circles over my clit, the obscene sounds of my pussy.
And the couch beneath me–our couch–was warm and damp where my thighs had been grinding into it. The wetness was spreading. I could feel it.
But I couldn’t stop.
I’d clean it up later, long before my James got back.
For now, I was right on the edge, and that’s where I intended to stay, my hips lifting off the cushion, mouth parted, a shaky little whimper escaping my throat every time I brushed just right. I was so close it hurt–
–and that was when I heard the key turn in the lock.
I jumped back to my side of the couch, yanking the blanket down over my legs and pulling my shorts back up just as the door opened. He stepped in. My roommate. Bag slung over one shoulder, hoodie slightly rumpled, keys jangling in his hand. Same soft-smile expression as always. My heart was still slamming in my chest.
“Hey,” I said, my voice a little shaky, trying to pretend I wasn't being a horny needy desperate slut only a few minutes before.
“Hi, Sarah,” he said with that familiar warm smile. He dropped his bag by the door, then–of course–walked straight over and flopped down on the couch. On the opposite end. “You gaming?”
Barely two feet from me. That’s when I noticed it; the wet patch; a shimmering, glistening pool of my cum in the middle of the couch. Still warm. *Fuck.*
He leaned back, totally relaxed, arm stretched out behind the cushions, head tilted. “Whatcha playing?”
I blinked. “Zelda.”
He nodded. “Cool.”
I could smell myself. God. The smell of sex. Still fresh in the air. Slick between my legs. My fingers curled into the blanket to keep from fidgeting. His fingers were inches from it. Obscene and obvious.
“I didn’t know you’d be back so soon,” I said.
He shrugged. “Yeah. Caught the early train.”
“Cool,” I smiled, but the worst part was that my clit was still throbbing. Every part of me was hyper-aware; my thighs damp, my fingers sticky, my pussy still aching for more.
He stretched again, lazily, and his knuckles brushed the fabric just beside the wet patch.
I froze.
Did he feel it?
Did he know?
And then, even worse, he shifted closer. Just a few inches. Not much. But enough that I felt the couch give beneath us, dipping, making the wetness spread ever so slightly under the pressure. It was still soaking into the cushion.
His eyes dropped, just briefly, to the blanket over my lap, then flicked back up.
“Did you spill something?”
My stomach dropped. “What?”
He gestured vaguely toward the cushion between us. “It’s…shiny.”
My whole body lit up in embarrassment. “Oh, weird. Maybe I spilled some water…”
"It doesn’t look like water."
I swallowed. “Yeah.”
I laughed awkwardly, my head completely devoid of all coherent thought, of any single convincing lie I would tell. My critical faculties had completely shut down, and at that moment I was nothing more than an aching pussy and embarrassment.
He pressed his finger gently to the wet patch and held it up, observing it.
I felt my pussy clench and I held my breath...