Lesbian Female / 27
In my sophomore year I moved off campus with my dorm roommate. We found a place close to campus but we had to share a room. The one advantage of the house we moved into is that it had a washer and dryer. Since we were freshmen on campus we had done our laundry together, each taking a week and doing both sets. In our new living arrangement, we just used one dirty clothes basket and whoever had time would do the laundry.
It was Saturday morning, my roommate came back to the room from her shower, she dropped her towel on the floor and started to look through the laundry basket for a pair of panties. I was still in bed watching her, watching her standing over the laundry basket with nothing on, I found myself getting wet, really wet, and I had my legs closed as tight as I could, and I just told her that why did it matter which panties she put on, all the panties belonged to the both of us. So she took a pair and pulled them on, I sat on the side of the bed and called her over to me and I held her hips and started to tuck the panties on her, when she reached down to try and do it herself I slapped her hand. I put my hands on her hips and just kissed her pussy with one long kiss and pulled her to me by holding her butt.
She was off balance and I pulled her onto the bed, I stripped off my night shirt and started to kiss her boob until I got my mouth on her nipple and refused to let her move my face away. I was on top of her, holding her down and kissing her face and mouth. When we spoke I told her to lay still. I took her face and kissed her with a very long kiss on the lips, I stopped and told her to kiss me back, to put her arms around my neck and kiss me back.
We became lovers and we were kicked out of the house we were in and we moved to a duplex further away from campus. We had one underwear drawer, we wore different bras but we wore the same panties. When one of us is a bit down, or we need a bit more love, when it is a day we just want to bring something home, we can never go wrong with a new pair of panties. It's our secret thing, our naughty thing. And we let our imagination run wild.
It was Saturday morning, my roommate came back to the room from her shower, she dropped her towel on the floor and started to look through the laundry basket for a pair of panties. I was still in bed watching her, watching her standing over the laundry basket with nothing on, I found myself getting wet, really wet, and I had my legs closed as tight as I could, and I just told her that why did it matter which panties she put on, all the panties belonged to the both of us. So she took a pair and pulled them on, I sat on the side of the bed and called her over to me and I held her hips and started to tuck the panties on her, when she reached down to try and do it herself I slapped her hand. I put my hands on her hips and just kissed her pussy with one long kiss and pulled her to me by holding her butt.
She was off balance and I pulled her onto the bed, I stripped off my night shirt and started to kiss her boob until I got my mouth on her nipple and refused to let her move my face away. I was on top of her, holding her down and kissing her face and mouth. When we spoke I told her to lay still. I took her face and kissed her with a very long kiss on the lips, I stopped and told her to kiss me back, to put her arms around my neck and kiss me back.
We became lovers and we were kicked out of the house we were in and we moved to a duplex further away from campus. We had one underwear drawer, we wore different bras but we wore the same panties. When one of us is a bit down, or we need a bit more love, when it is a day we just want to bring something home, we can never go wrong with a new pair of panties. It's our secret thing, our naughty thing. And we let our imagination run wild.
