by Cyan
Copyright 2002 by Cyan
All Rights Reserved; No Redistribution.
There she was. In bed, apparently asleep. It was too early. I did my best to keep Sean from barging in. "Sandra's asleep," I explained quietly, attempting to head off his frustration.
"Already? It's early!" I could hear the impatience in his voice: we hadn't been anticipating this. We needed the room! He went on: "Wake her up and get her out."
"I can't do that!" It was a hissy whisper. It was her room too.
He stood there, thinking. What a disaster: we'd both been knowing what was brewing for too much of the evening. "I'll do it," he finally said, still quietly.
"No!" I said, but to no avail--he was in the room and I was following him.
"Sandra, wake up," he was saying, sitting on the edge of her bed. He gently shook her shoulders, and she rose on one elbow, obviously struggling against the light to open her eyes.
"What's going on?" she asked, reasonably.
"We need the room," he went on.
"Oh, God! Please let me go back to sleep!" she said, her voice sounding more frustrated than perturbed. I just stood there, not believing Sean was doing this. She let herself down until her head was on the pillow again.
"No! You have to get up," he persisted.
"Please go away," she said, not moving.
I was about to add something, when suddenly he kissed her. Not a short kiss either: when my brain registered exactly what he was doing, he was still showing no sign of stopping.
I think the shock of seeing him do it kept me from reacting too much: it froze me. Then I found myself thinking about what that kiss was like, remembering the kiss Sean and I had shared just before we'd come up to the room. Then it struck me as almost being funny: Sandra, my roommate, being kissed by a guy in bed! Someone else's boyfriend, even. You'd have to know Sandra--this had to be a first in her life--probably six or seven firsts.
Then he broke it off. I watched her as she stared at him. I could see her breathing! "OK, you're awake now, now up!" he said.
He pulled her out of bed, and she ended up leaning on him. Standing there in her nightgown. "Come on, wake up; did you like that?" he said. His arm was around her shoulder. Then he caressed her cheek with the back of the fingers of his other hand. She stood there, looking up at him as she leaned on him.
"I think you've got a hot roommate here," said Sean. To me. Sandra? Hot? That definitely was not the word to describe her. I realized his hand had gone down to her breast. She was still looking at him. Sandra and Sean right in front of me? It seemed so impossible.
Yes I was jealous. But somehow it was so ludicrous that I just stared, feeling detached. Sandra. And then he lifted the nightgown right over her head.
She was naked. He'd pulled it off her. Sandra, standing naked in our room, in Sean's arms. My first thought was the door: I shut it quickly. There were no lights on in the room and we were thrown into darkness. I didn't want to turn on the overhead light and fumbled my way to my lamp. When I got it on, she was back in bed and he was sitting next to her again, running his hands up and down her body. He looked at me. He wanted me to come over. I did, and looked down at her. His hand was between her legs. Sandra and Sean. Sandra and any guy: she just wasn't one of those girls who end up on dates very much. But she was obviously aroused and growing more so.
Sean looked at me. He wanted me to touch her. Touch Sandra! I stared. Where would this end?
He got me to come close and whispered in my ear. "Talk to her," he said.
I knelt down next to her head. "Sandra," I said, quietly. She just lay there, breathing hard. "Sandra," I repeated, and she responded with a breathy mumble.
I put my hand on her chest. And fingered her. I don't know: it just seemed to be the right thing to do. "Tell him to fuck you." I couldn't believe I was saying this!
She didn't say anything.
"Do it. Say 'Fuck me'," I continued.
"No," she finally said, her voice still breathy. But I could tell. She wasn't saying she didn't want to do it: she was telling me she couldn't say that.
"Yes you can: say it: 'Sean, fuck me now.'"
"I can't."
"OK, say: 'I want it.'"
She didn't answer, but just lay there, helpless. We both continued to touch her.
"Say it," I added.
"I... want it," she said, finally.
"Are you sure?" The devil in me.
"Yes!"
"You know, he's going to fuck you hard. You know that?"
"Yes!"
"And you're going to like it, aren't you?"
"Yes!"
"You need it, don't you?"
"Yes... yes!"
"He's going to fuck you any way he wants. Say 'I need it.'"
"I need it!"
"You'll do anything, won't you? Say 'I need it now.'"
"I need it now!"
"Say 'Please fuck me!'"
"Please fuck me!"
I felt power! Sandra saying that! Poor little Sandra... I still toyed with her nipples. I'd been speaking right into her ear and I started nibbling on it. Sean was still fingering her.
I pulled away from her briefly and whispered to Sean to lick her. Then I quickly straddled her stomach and looked down at her. I proceeded to touch her nipples again.
"You want Sean's cock?" I said.
She looked up at me, wild-eyed. "You want it?" I demanded.
"Yes!"
"Where?" She didn't answer. "Say where you want it," I went on. When she still wouldn't answer, I prompted: "You want it in you?"
"Yes!"
"Say it."
"I want it in me!"
"Where in you?" When she didn't answer again, I suddenly leaned down and put my lips to her ear again. "Say it," I hissed. Then I kissed her.
I can't believe I did that. The next thing I knew, I was pressing my lips to hers, hard. Me kissing Sandra! My roommate! And she kissed me back.
I got my tongue to her upper lip. I felt aggressive. My tongue was in her mouth, on hers, on her teeth, on the inside of her lips. My hands were on the side her head.
But she didn't hold me. I actually thought about that: her arms were still limp at her side. And I wondered what Sean was doing. But I didn't break that kiss yet, and she just lay their and yielded. I opened my eyes: hers were closed. I managed to look at her for a little while longer while I kissed her.
But then I sat up again. She finally opened her eyes, looking at me. My fingers went back to her nipples, lightly fingering, little circles, across, around, teasing, underneath, on the side.
Suddenly, she seemed to lose her focus on me. "Oh, my God!" she moaned, her eyes seeming to be on the ceiling above me. I felt her body moving. I looked back: Sean's head was between her legs.
I leaned back toward Sean. "Just tease her," I said in a low voice. I didn't move his head, but I was sure he'd heard.
I looked back at Sandra. "You like that?" I asked.
"Y...yes," came her answer.
"You want to come?"
"Yes!"
"You want to come badly?"
"Yes!"
"You want us to make you come?"
"Yes!" Her eyes were so wild.
"Say it."
"Uh...."
"Come on, say it: say 'Make me come.'"
"Um...make me come!" She seemed to be struggling to talk, what with her breathing.
"Say 'please.'"
"Please!"
"Please make me come."
"Please make me come!"
"Are you sure you want to?"
"Yes!"
"Beg."
"Please! Please, I want to come!"
I think I giggled. How could I be doing this? "Tell me again."
"Please, no! Please let me come now!... Please!"
I leaned back and said "do it," to Sean. She moaned so loud then: I wondered what the hall would think. I still can feel the way she thrashed under me, the way her head flew, her eyes looking so wild.
This morning, I woke up feeling ready to explode. "Like it?" came the whisper in my ear. She's gotten so good with her fingers since that night: the night she told me I was going to pay for my fun. "Tell me what you want," she went on.
"Please make me come!" I answered.
Cyan Stories
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