This is my uncut entry into the #SexLifeContest.
Marlina Myers is a bi woman in college seemingly happy in her newest relationship with Sheri Caste. The only problem is she can't stop thinking about her roommate Brant Simpson. Living together and s...
Flopping down onto my bed, I sigh, then turn over to stare at my clock: 1 am. I should go to sleep, but I can't. Thoughts of my roommate Brant and all the things he could do to me keep crossing my mind. Going out with him tonight to the bar didn't help any.
"Shake it off, girl. Shake it off."
Maybe a cold shower will help. Yeah, that's it. After gathering my stuff up, I tiptoe through our apartment to the bathroom. The urge to sneak into his room bubbles up, and my hand is almost on his doorknob when I snap out of it.
Stop that, Mar! You can't just go in there and pounce on him. Or could I? No, no, nope!
Once inside the bathroom, I strip down, then start the water running. Needing to take my mind off of him, I think of the most boring subjects I can. As equations and formulas fight for dominance—images of Brant from tonight replace them. He looked so good in his leather jacket and tight jeans. And the way it felt when he bent me over the pool table to teach me a new shot...mmm.
The water hits me when I step into the shower and the contrast of its warmth with the cold tiles sends a shiver down my spine. I want to shrug off this feeling, but it just won't go away. I honestly don't know why I'm even entertaining this. I've been dating Sheri. That's going great, so why can't I stop thinking about Brant?
"Ugh..."
Another sigh comes out of me as I grab my loofah and body wash. When I scrub the loofah down my body—a new question hits me. What if Sheri agreed to have a threesome with me and Brant? That could be interesting. I lather my breasts as this sexy idea takes over. Having the two of them touching me, kissing me, and more...
A shiver rocks my body again and I find myself encouraging my hands to go lower. Soon the loofah is discarded in favor of my fingers grazing my mound.
Turning into the stream of water, I give in when a rush of euphoria washes over me. My hands have turned into Brant's. I can almost feel his lips kissing my shoulder as he begins rubbing my clit. A moan passes my lips but is greedily swallowed by Sheri's eager mouth. They are working my body into a frenzied state now—both racing to send me over the edge. Brant is thrusting two fingers deep inside of me while Sheri sucks on my right nipple. All I can do is gasp as the first orgasm crashes into me like a wave.
"Oh...oh god. Yes!"
But they don't stop. I feel them switch places, and Brant is on his knees, taking my clit into his mouth. When he latches on, Sheri cups my breast in her hand, then surprises me by moving her other hand down to my ass. No words can explain the thrill that courses through me with this pair seeking to please me. Already I can feel another orgasm threatening to erupt. As if they know this, they speed up and I can't take it anymore. If I wasn't close—what Brant says would've done it anyway.
"Come for us, Mar."
Suddenly, I'm screaming out both their names and my legs tremble in the wake of a startling release. Sheri turns me with a hand to my cheek to claim my lips. When Brant takes her place, I can taste myself on his tongue, which makes me moan. I'm just beginning to wonder what they'll do to me next, but I'm interrupted by my shampoo bottle hitting the tile floor—narrowly missing my toe. While the gel spills out in a giant puddle, I come back to reality. No Brant. No Sheri. Just me with pruney fingers and a broken shampoo bottle...all alone. To top it off, the water has gone ice cold.
"Fuck my life."
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