Female Housemate Wanted

My panties were completely soaked.

The sexy dream...I'd been so aroused that even wetting myself would have left my panties less drenched. I couldn't believe it - I'd never done anything so embarrassing in my life. These dreams were really getting to me.

And Marie had winked.

Another glance at the clock and I realized that I had no time to think about what that meant - I put my clothes on and raced for the bus.

I spent the rest of the day thinking about what Marie's wink meant, and by the time I got home, I'd convinced myself that it just meant she didn't care. If she'd wanted to make a move, she could have made a move...but of course she didn't want to, that would be crazy. Marie is straight.

As am I, of course.

That night, as we sat down to watch another of Phillip's endless collection of movies, I was determined not to do anything out of the ordinary. We were just going to sit and watch a film; when the film was done, we'd go to our own separate beds, and I'd have a nice, normal sleep, with no dreams in it.

I sat down, Marie settled in for a cuddle, and then completely ruined any chance I had of paying attention to the film.

Again, it wasn't anything big - I'm convinced that she didn't even know what she was doing. You know how some people can't help but doodle? Like, you give them a piece of paper and a pen, and without even noticing, they'll pick up the pen and start drawing random shapes while you talk? Well, this was just like that.

Marie spent the whole film running her hand up and down my leg. Not even in a sexual way - I've seen people do it to dogs or cats. Just stroking, up and down, running her perfectly manicured fingernail from my ankle to my knee and back again, over and over.

It almost drove me mad. (In a good way.)

At one point, I was so turned on that I really thought that the smell and heat of my pussy were going to fill the room. I don't know why I found the innocent action so sexy, but I did - it got to the point where I coughed loudly and readjusted, hoping that she'd stop...and equally hoping that she'd keep on going.

And she did stop. For a few seconds. And then, when she started again, it wasn't my calf that she was stroking. The readjustment had moved her, slightly, and now the target of her doodling was my thigh.

She drew lines, and loops, and little circles, all with her fingernail, or sometimes the tip of her finger. Each time, she got closer and closer to my panty-line...I'd started trimming my pubic hair, ever since our lingerie shows had become a daily occurrence, but if I hadn't, I swear she'd have been close enough to touch my fuzz.

At one point, my eyes rolled back in pleasure. I still hadn't had a chance to get myself off after my incredibly erotic dream that morning, and now it was like it was being mirrored in reality - it felt like I was so frustratingly close to cumming, and each time Marie's finger came closer to touching my pussy, I was reminded of that feeling from last night, that as soon as she touched me, I'd be able to cum...

An explosion on the screen made me open my eyes again, and watch the film. It was important that I watch the film. My mind, however, was elsewhere: I swear every inch of my skin was covered in goosebumps, and I was super-sensitive to my gorgeous young housemate's administrations.

Finally, the opening credits appeared. Marie got up and turned the light on, and a cheeky grin appeared on her face when she turned back to face me. I must have been a sight - laying on the couch, spread-eagled, my eyes fixated on the TV, wearing nothing but a bra, and a pair of incredibly soaked panties.

Her smile snapped me out of it slightly, and I forced myself to get up.

I crossed the room to her, and without thinking, leaned forward and gave her a kiss on the lips.

Our eyes wide open, we stood there, frozen, mouths touching, and just stared at each other. Neither of us moved, both of us acutely aware of the softness of the other's lips on our own...

After what must have been at least a minute, her lips parted slightly, her tongue came out and playfully licked my lips, and then she pulled back, wished me a good night's sleep, and skipped off to bed.

I swear, I stood there for half the night before pulling myself together, going to bed, and falling immediately into a deep, deep slumber.

The next morning, I avoided the kitchen until I knew that everyone had left. As much as I wanted things to be normal, I just couldn't face Marie...I couldn't even imagine what I'd say if I ran into Phillip. I called in sick for work, and when I finally got up and left my room, heard a slight humming sound coming from Marie's room.

I knew that she'd left - I'd heard the sound of her car leaving the driveway - so I assumed that she must have left something on in her room.

I'm just being a good housemate, I told myself as I pushed her door open.

I'd been in Marie's room before, of course, thousands of times...but not since these strange feelings had started. There was something strangely intimate about standing there, surrounded by her posters and clothes, by the bed that she sleeps in every night.

The humming sound was coming from her bed, and when I moved her bedspread to the side, I saw it.

Her vibrator.

I knew that she had a vibrator - we'd talked about it, years ago. I think I might have even recommended a brand, a thought that filled me with a dirty thrill now that I thought about it. I'd suggested a vibrator to Marie. I'd contributed to her getting off. I'd helped Marie get off, night after night...

She must have been using it this morning, and forgotten to turn it off before she left.

One part of my brain obsessively wondered what she'd been thinking of, whether she'd been thinking about kissing me, how my lips had left, how my mouth had tasted...most of my brain, however, was fixated on the small, humming bullet vibrator in front of me.

This piece of plastic, this small, battery-powered device had, in the past few hours...been inside Marie. Or at least been pressed against her clit.

I mentally noted the size and shape of it - it wasn't for penetration, it was for clitoral pressure. Was that what she liked? I could remember that. Not, of course, that anything was ever going to happen between us, but if it did, I could know exactly what kind of stimulation she liked. I could know exactly how to get her off.

Without even thinking, I raised it toward me, and sniffed it. My eyes fluttered, and I almost collapsed in pleasure. This was what Marie smelled like; this was what her most intimate fluids smelled like, what her cunt would be like to put my nose to. This was the scent of her womanhood...the only thing that could have been hotter would be if I were smelling it straight from the source.

For a second, I thought I saw Phillip entering the room and watching me, but that didn't make any sense. Phillip was at film school. Phillip spends all day at film school. Phillip goes to film school, and is rarely at home. Unless he speaks to me, I don't see Phillip at home.

What a silly thought, I told myself, casting it from my mind and sticking my tongue out to lick Marie's vibrator.

That first taste will stick in my mind forever. It was like my brain was being rewired, like all my favourite flavours were being erased, and replaced with the taste of Marie's juices. Like a lollipop, I licked it again and again, and when I'd licked all the flavor off, inserted the whole thing into my mouth, wrapping my lips around it and desperately sucking, trying to get just another hint of the flavor.

My other hand, without me even being aware of it, had pushed my panties to the side, and starting pushing two fingers in and out of my wet cunt, but no matter what I did, I couldn't cum.

I thought I'd just been there for a few minutes, but when Marie came home from work a few hours later, that's how she found me - desperately masturbating on her bed, trying as hard as I could to get more flavour from her vibrator.

After all that, I still hadn't reached an orgasm, and so my mind wasn't really working at full capacity. I should have been embarrassed, but I just didn't have the mental energy. I wish I remembered what expression she had on her face when she found me, but all I could think about was her perfect legs, her magnificent ass, her flat stomach, her tits, her back, her hands...and her cunt.

More than I'd ever wanted anything, I wanted to see her cunt. More than I even wanted to cum, I wanted to feel it, smell it, taste it...

She told me to get up, and I did - I would have done anything she asked. She told me to follow her into the loungeroom, which I did. We sat on the couch, and Phillip didn't follow us and sit on his throne. Phillip was at film school.

She turned the TV on, picked out a movie from Phillip's hard-drive, and pressed play.

We just sat next to each other as the movie played. She was fully dressed from work, I was in my unbelievably wet panties and a bra. The movie played, from start to finish, and we just sat, held hands, and watched it.

When it was over, she turned to me, leaned in, and kissed me.

It was everything I'd dreamed it would be. Her tongue explored my mouth, and her hands explored my body. At first, I was too stunned to move, but as we kissed, she reached down and undid her skirt.

For some reason, that was all that I needed to take me from my stupor, and I immediately leaned over her and kissed her back. I reached down and literally ripped her shirt off - buttons went everywhere, but neither of us cared. For some reason, she wasn't wearing a bra, and it didn't take long for me to get my hands on her breasts - just like I'd fantasized, I started tuggling and pulling at her nipples, and just like I'd hoped, it sent her wild.

She wrapped her legs around me, and pulled my mouth to hers so hard I was afraid she was going to chip a tooth. We made out for a bit, until I grabbed her hair and pulled her away from me, reaching down and taking her panties off.

I looked up at her - her face was flushed, her hair was messy, and for once she didn't have a cheeky smile on her face. Her mouth was partly open, and she was looking at me with such lust I couldn't believe it.

"Do it," she whispered. "Please..."

Even though I wasn't watching the TV, I could hear the music of the credits rolling. It had this weird sound effect, like the sound of a male panting. I have no idea what the movie was - it probably made sense in context, but at the time, I remember thinking it was a little weird.

Without any further hesitation, I did what I'd been dreaming about for so long, and tasted Marie's sweet, sweet pussy. I used one hand to part her lips, so I could better taste her, and the other hand slowly inserted a pair of fingers into her cunt. As I slowly pumped my fingers in and out, I remembered what I'd learned, and used my tongue to apply pressure to her clit.

Within no time, she was cumming, and it was like my mouth was being flooded by her juices.

I was in heaven. The taste that I suddenly realized I'd been craving ever since I met Marie was amazing, almost overwhelming - it was in every corner of my mouth, and I never wanted to brush my teeth again.

I thought that Marie would have returned the favor, but for some reason she wasn't super into it. The movie's credits ended, it went to the menu, and another film started playing a few seconds later - I'd never seen it do that before, but I guess we just normally turn it off before the credits finish.

We sat there, both of us nude, and watched another film. Again, I really can't tell you what it was - the whole time, I had one hand in Marie's pussy, playing and tweaking and fooling around, while my eyes never left the screen. I was just so excited to finally get to do everything I'd dreamed of doing for so long.

I realized, while watching the film, that on some level I must have had a crush on Marie for years. That was why I'd wanted to move in with her in the first place. I guess I've always subconsciously been a lesbian - that's why I'm not at all threatened by letting Phillip see me in my underpants. I want Phillip to see me in my panties. I don't mind what Phillip sees me do.

I don't know how Marie feels about the whole thing - she spent the whole film bucking under my fingers (I just did what I knew I'd want done to myself) and staring at the film. When it was over, she leaned in for another kiss, and without prompting, knelt down in front of me, and tentatively started licking my pussy.

Several days of arousal came to a head - the tiniest bit of contact from Marie was all that I needed. I came, and came, and came, and came. Marie got really into it - she didn't let up, even as I thrashed around, screaming her name, cumming harder than I've ever come in my life. She just kept on playing with my pussy; one hand came up and played with my tits, which set me off again.

I couldn't believe it. We spent the rest of that night on the couch, playing with each other. I don't remembering either of us getting up at all, but at some point Marie's vibrator appeared, with fresh batteries, and we spent a few hours playing with that as well.

Even when the TV switched off, that weird panting sound never disappeared, but I figured it wasn't worth worrying about. I had much, much better things to focus on.

Finally, when we completely ran out of energy, we went into Marie's room to sleep. We just spooned, and in the morning, sort of continued where we left off.

It's been about three months since then - me and Marie show absolutely no signs of getting sick of each other, I'll tell you that! We're really lucky that Phillip is so cool about things - he's home a lot more these days, for some reason, and at first we used to wait until he was gone before we started fooling around, but one day when the three of us were watching a movie, he explained that he really doesn't mind.

So since then, even when he's around, if we feel like hooking up, we'll hook up. It's really freeing - Marie and I are so into each other, you can never tell what's going to set us off next. I might be making breakfast with Phillip, and see her walk in wearing her favourite corset...well, we don't even have to leave the room, we can just get up on the bench and make love right there.

Phillip was showing us a documentary on lesbians, and mentioned that he was thinking of making something similar. Marie and each other almost spoke over ourselves in our rush to volunteer - ever since I discovered my true sexuality, I've been really keen to share it with the world, and being filmed just seemed like such a natural first step. He's got about 50 hours of footage so far - he hasn't edited it all together so far, but he says that he'll probably release it online when he does. At first it really bothered me that he'd film us making love, but he showed us a similar documentary - "Lesbian Strap-ons 5", and after we'd watched it for a bit, I had to agree that it's important to show the whole relationship, not just the family-friendly parts.

Anyway, since Marie and I are spending every night together in her room, mine is pretty much going to waste, so we've decided to rent it out. Phillip says he knows someone who might be interested, so we're letting him take care of it.

I only have two criteria - for them to fit into the house, they have to be gay-friendly, and really, really into film!