Flaws and Secrets

MY ROOMMATE'S WET CUNT🏠👅💦(2)

Simone Pov

Jade’s words hung in the air between us like a promise. We stayed tangled in my sheets for a long time, bodies pressing close, breathing each other in. My skin still tingled everywhere she had touched me. My p***y was sore in the best way possible, still wet and sensitive from the multiple orgasms she had pulled out of me with her fingers,mouth and p***y. I could feel her heartbeat against my chest, fast and strong with each rhythm matching my own.

The weekend stretched out in front of us like stolen time. No work and definitely no Ryan. Just the two of us in our little apartment finally giving in to whatever this was.

In the shower I couldn't stop.

The water was hot, steam filling the small bathroom as I pushed Jade against the tiled wall. I dropped to my knees on the wet floor and spread her legs wide. Her p***y was already glistening, swollen from everything we’d done the night before. I leaned in and dragged my tongue slowly from her entrance up to her c**t, tasting her sweet, musky flavor mixed with the water.

“f**k, Simone,” Jade moaned, her fingers threading through my wet hair. “Your tongue feels so good on my pussy.”

I licked her properly then — long, firm strokes mixed with gentle sucking on her swollen c**t. I pushed two fingers inside her tight hole, curling them while my tongue worked her c**t relentlessly. She was dripping down my chin, her juices mixing with the shower water. I added a third finger, stretching her open as I sucked harder.

Jade’s thighs started shaking around my head. “Don’t stop… I’m going to c*m again.”

I f****d her faster with my fingers, sucking her c**t like I was starving for it. She came hard, screaming my name as her p***y clenched around my fingers and gushed all over my face. I kept licking her through it, drinking every drop until her legs nearly gave out.

We didn’t bother drying off. We stumbled back to my bed, bodies still dripping, and she took control. Jade pushed me onto my back and climbed between my legs. She was bolder now, less nervous. She spread my thighs wide and buried her face in my p***y, licking me with hungry strokes.

“You taste so f*****g good,” she moaned against my c**t. “I could eat this p***y all day.”

She pushed two fingers inside me and started thrusting while her tongue flicked my c**t fast and hard. I gripped the sheets, moaning loudly as pleasure built again. She curled her fingers perfectly, hitting my G-spot over and over while sucking my c**t. I came hard, thighs clamping around her head, soaking her face and the sheets beneath me.

We kept going like that for hours. We 69’d on the bed, tongues and fingers working each other until we were both shaking and covered in each other’s cream. We used my vibrator on the couch, taking turns riding it while the other sucked on our c**t. We f****d against the living room wall, fingers buried deep inside each other, grinding our soaked p*****s together until we came screaming.

By Sunday afternoon we were exhausted but addicted, lying naked on my bed with the sheets pushed to the floor. Jade’s head rested on my stomach as I played with her hair.

“I have been thinking about this for months,” she confessed quietly. “The way I would get wet when you walked around in just a towel. How I would touch myself thinking about you at night. I told myself it was nothing. That I was straight. But being with you like this… tasting your p***y, hearing you moan my name… it feels like I was lying to myself the whole time.”

I swallowed hard, my chest tight with emotion. “Same for me. I thought it was just closeness. Comfort after bad days. But touching you, feeling you c*m on my tongue… it’s different. It’s better than anything I have ever had.”

We talked for hours between more slow, lazy rounds of s*x. About our fears. About what this could mean for our friendship and living together. About how scary and exciting it all felt. We didn’t put labels on it. We didn’t need to. What we had was raw, intense, and completely ours.

Sunday evening found us sitting on the kitchen counter again in nothing but each other’s t-shirts, legs tangled, sharing a bowl of cereal. The apartment smelled like s*x, vanilla, and home.

Jade looked at me with soft, happy eyes. “I still don’t know exactly what we are. But I know I don’t want this to end.”

I leaned in and kissed her forehead. “Then we won't let it end. We keep figuring it out together. One day at a time. One orgasm at a time.”

She laughed softly and pulled me into a slow, sweet kiss. Just the two of us in the apartment we had already built, discovering something beautiful and filthy we never saw coming.

The weekend ended, but the change between us stayed.

We went back to work on Monday acting mostly normal — sharing coffee in the morning, texting during the day, doing dishes together at night. But now there were stolen kisses in the hallway, her hand slipping under my skirt when we were alone, and nights where we fell asleep with my fingers still buried inside her or her face between my thighs.

Our old system was still there. Groceries on Sundays. Dishes before bed. But underneath it all was something deeper. Something warm, exciting, filthy, and completely ours.

I still didn’t know exactly what we were becoming.

But I knew one thing for sure — I was never going back to how things were before.

And from the way Jade looked at me every night when she pulled me into bed, she wasn’t either.