I was actually hoping for a yes, because that would mean I’d be able to avoid the awkward sex question. If she was home, we definitely wouldn’t be sleeping together. I mean, not that people didn’t sleep together with roommates around… but not the first time. The first time you’re with someone, you want to be loud and enthusiastic, not holding back anything.
“Nope! She should still be in class.”
Well, there went that easy out. But maybe it helped to answer the question the other way. Maybe she’d invited me because she wasn’t home.
Ugh, why was I continuing to guess? Hadn’t I already decided I’d just bring this up with her when it became appropriate to ask?
As we walked inside, Emily gestured around the room. “Welcome to my humble abode. It isn’t much, but, you know, I’m a college kid.”
“You won’t get any judgment out of me,” I told her. “Besides, the place looks nice.”
“If it does, you can thank my roommate for that. She’s the one that does all the decorating. I’ve got a blind eye for that kind of thing. You should see my bedroom.”
“Maybe I should,” I said flirtily, trying to gauge her reaction.
She smiled at me and took my hand. “Come on.”
I followed her down the hall and into her bedroom. She wasn’t lying… not that her room looked bad or anything, it was perfectly neat and tidy, but the walls were completely bare, and she didn’t have a single picture on her desk.
“You weren’t kidding,” I told her.
She flopped down on her bed. “Nope! Seriously, any decorating in our home is thanks to Abby.” She patted the bed with her hand. “Here, sit.”
“Okay…” I said hesitantly as I sat next to her.
Except, I wasn’t hesitant to sit next to her. Because on the contrary, that was exactly what I wanted. But I knew now was the time to ask her how she wanted to go about this, and I still felt a little awkward doing so.
I didn’t have time to ask, though. As soon as I sat down, Emily reached over and put her hand on my cheek, pulling me in for a kiss.
Our lips touched, and I swear, sparks flew across the room. Never had touching someone’s lips felt so damn electric before. I sat there for a moment after, feeling simply stunned by her.
For a while, my mind was completely off sex. I couldn’t think about anything but her lips. I would have been content to kiss her like this all night and nothing more.
Evidently, she did not feel the same. Because, only a few minutes later, I felt her slipping a hand up my shirt.
I pulled my mouth away from her. Her facial expression immediately sank.
“Oh, I’m sorry, should I not…?”
“No, no, it’s not that. I just want to take a minute to ask… are you sure this is fine? I mean, you haven’t had sex before, right…?”
“Ah, you’re worried about this being my first time and all, and us barely knowing each other…” she said as she processed my concerns.
“Right, exactly.”
She then gave me a cheeky smile I hadn’t been expecting. “Don’t worry, this isn’t going to be my first time.”
It took me a second to process what she meant but as she began to tug at my shorts, I slowly started to understand.
This was going to be all about me.
She hooked her finger around my panties so that as she pulled my shorts own, they came down too. Exposing my bare, shaven pussy for her.
She stared at it for a second, admiring me, letting one finger reach out as she traced down my lines and contemplated what she was about to do…
Then, all of a sudden, the contemplating stopped and she wasted no more time.
She pushed me back so I was laying down and immediately rushed her head down to my pussy. I first felt the cool touch of her tongue on my inner thigh, sliding up toward my pussy. It made my leg tremble, the tension of knowing her mouth was slowly nearing my pussy. But I loved every second of the build up.