I was tired, so fucking tired. Exams were looming, and I had been buried in books for what felt like an eternity. My roommates, Lisa, Mia, and Sarah, had been out on dates all week, leaving me alone with my textbooks and my thoughts. I was determined to keep my focus, but sometimes, the loneliness got to me.
Valentine's Day had come and gone, and my roommates had decided to play a joke on me. They had bought me a dildo, a massive one, and left it on my pillow with a note that said, "For when you finally decide to have some fun." I had been pissed, shoving the thing into a drawer, determined to ignore it. But tonight, after a particularly grueling study session, I found myself reaching for it.
I lay back on my bed, the soft sheets against my skin, and let my mind wander. I imagined strong hands on my body, a lover's touch, someone who knew exactly how to make me feel good. I stripped off my clothes, letting the cool air of the room brush against my naked skin. I reached into the drawer and pulled out the dildo, feeling its weight in my hand.
I closed my eyes and let my imagination take over. I pictured a man, tall and fit, with strong arms and a knowing smile. I imagined him kissing me, his hands exploring my body, his cock hard and ready for me. I moaned softly, sliding the dildo inside me, feeling it stretch me, fill me. It felt so good, so real.
"Can I give you a hand with that?"
My eyes flew open, and I froze. Standing beside my bed was Phil, Lisa's boyfriend. He was grinning at me, his eyes dark with desire. I gasped, pulling the dildo out and clutching the sheets to my chest.
"What the hell, Phil?" I stammered, my heart pounding in my chest.
"I'm sorry," he said, his voice low and husky. "I was looking for Lisa, and I came into your room. You were so focused, I didn't want to interrupt. I just wanted to watch you."
I blushed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement. I should have been angry, but the way he was looking at me, the way his eyes were devouring me, made me feel desired, wanted.
Phil sat down beside me on the bed, his hand reaching out to touch my thigh. I shivered at his touch, feeling a jolt of electricity run through me. He took the dildo from my hand, his eyes never leaving mine.
"This is huge," he said, his voice thick with desire.
"Shut up," I whispered, my breath hitching as he slid the dildo back inside me. I lay back, my arms by my sides, my eyes closed. I could feel Phil's gaze on me, his eyes taking in every inch of my naked body. I could feel the dildo stretching me, filling me, and I moaned softly, my hips bucking against it.
Phil leaned down, his lips brushing against mine. I could feel his cock, hard and ready, pressing against my leg. I reached out, my hand wrapping around it, feeling its length and thickness. Phil groaned, his hips thrusting against my hand.
I opened my eyes, looking up at him. He was so handsome, his jawline sharp, his lips full and inviting. I sat up, pushing him back onto the bed. I straddled him, my pussy rubbing against his cock. I leaned down, my lips brushing against his ear.
"I want to fuck you," I whispered, my voice husky with desire.
"No," Phil said, his voice firm. "I don't want to fuck my friend's boyfriend."
"But you knew him," I countered, my lips trailing down his neck, my tongue flicking out to taste his skin.
Phil groaned, his hands gripping my hips. "Elena," he warned, but I could hear the desire in his voice, the need.
I reached down, positioning his cock at my entrance. I was so wet, so ready for him. I slid down onto him, feeling him fill me, stretch me. We both moaned, our bodies moving together in a rhythm as old as time.
Phil's hands were on my hips, guiding me, his cock thrusting up into me. I could feel my orgasm building, the pressure coiling tight in my belly. I leaned back, my hands braced on his thighs, my hips bucking against him.
"Fuck, Phil," I moaned, my voice loud in the quiet room. "Fuck me harder."
Phil obliged, his hips thrusting up into me, his cock pounding into me. I could feel my orgasm cresting, the pressure building and building until it exploded, waves of pleasure washing over me. I screamed, my body convulsing, my pussy clenching around Phil's cock.
Phil groaned, his hips bucking wildly. I could feel him cumming, his cock pulsing inside me, filling me with his seed. I collapsed onto his chest, my body spent, my mind reeling.
We lay there for a moment, our bodies entwined, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. I could feel Phil's cock softening inside me, but I didn't want to move, didn't want to break the spell.
Finally, Phil stirred, his hands gently pushing me off him. I rolled onto my side, my eyes closed, a satisfied smile on my lips.
"Elena," Phil said, his voice soft. "That was amazing."
I opened my eyes, looking at him. He was grinning at me, his eyes warm and inviting. I reached out, my hand brushing against his cheek.
"It was," I agreed, my voice soft. "But it can't happen again."
Phil's grin faded, his eyes clouding with disappointment. "Why not?" he asked, his voice low.
"I'm your friend's girlfriend," I reminded him, my voice firm. "And I don't want to complicate things."
Phil sighed, his hand reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. "I understand,"