Amber slipped into the darkened room before locking the door. She fumbled along the expanse of wall to the left, squinting as she snapped the light on before gasping. Alicia was home; sprawled on her bed, fast asleep, the duvet having slipped to the side to reveal a creamy breast, with her coffee coloured nipple erect.
‘Don’t look’ she chastised herself, before rushing into their en-suite bathroom. Deep breaths. Cold water. Breathe. It was always the same when she caught a glimpse of her forbidden fruit, she couldn’t think clearly, her head filled with thoughts of crushing her naked body against…STOP. This was not helping.
Yanking off her clothes and dumping them in the laundry Amber flicked the light back off and shuffled across the dark room to her bed. Amber couldn’t help but wonder if her beautiful room mate knew the turmoil she put her through. As she settled down to sleep her body tensed, and her pussy started to ache as a long sleepy moan escaped Alicia’s lips as she slept.
Slipping a curious hand down to her throbbing pussy she realised that like most nights, she was already wet. As she rubbed her fingers slowly over her clit, technicolour fantasies began flashing through her brain: their tongues colliding; tearing each others clothes off; wrapping her lips around Alicia’s delicious coffee coloured nipples; in bed with tangled limbs. It would never happen, Alicia was straight. Although until she’s met Alicia, she would have classed herself as straight too…
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