Roommates' Corruption

"Mmmm, thank you, Sir." Erica moaned with pleasure.

"Shit, Erica, thank you. That was amazing."

Erica turned her head to look at him and gave a pleased grin. She rolled off the bed and headed to the shower. Sean's cum was already starting to dry on her chest, and she had the sudden urge to get it off before it got really gross. She left the bathroom door open to the bedroom as she turned the water on. She turned to look at Sean, still laying on the bed with his half erect cock laying across his pelvis; she blew him a kiss as she walked into the shower.

"So, what were you actually doing in the elevator this afternoon?" Erica heard Sean ask over the cascading water.

Erica rubbed the semen off her chest as she slowly considered how to answer. "I told you, I was playing a game on my phone."

"I'm just wondering, what mobile game requires you to have your tit out?"

"It's a game called Nunya."

"Nunya? What the hell is that?"

"Nun'ya business, Sean!" Erica laughed and reached for the body soap.

By the time Erica got home it was very late. She could have stayed over with Sean -- he even asked her to -- but she hadn't had the foresight to bring a change of clothes over to Sean's place. After getting home from work that afternoon, her brain buzz told her that she was eager to submit to someone; so eager, in fact, that she left without thinking to bring an overnight bag. She wanted to submit to Beth, but Beth was, of course, just another submitter. It was nice to be taught how to eat out a pussy, but she needed a Dom, not a teacher. Beth couldn't satisfy Erica's fix, so Erica had left a naked and sleeping Beth in her room with a note.

Erica hadn't planned on staying over at Sean's for so long, but their first session of sex was nearly an hour long; not only was Sean's stamina extremely impressive, but his refractory period was only about 20 minutes. He promised Erica more pleasure and delight after having dinner, and Erica couldn't resist.

After getting home, she walked into her room and stripped naked. She let the satin of her bed slide over her bare body; it was borderline arousing. Why she hadn't considered sleeping naked before was beyond her. She pulled out her phone and began studying the pictures she had taken with her roommate. Both of them topless, large tits pushed together, facial expressions and tongues teasing the camera; Erica couldn't help but become mesmerized by her roommate's blank stare -- completely devoid of thought, only willing to submit. Erica played the video she had recorded.

"Now teach me how to eat a pussy!" Erica cooed.

"Sure, Erica. But this doesn't change anything, I still need time to think about us." Beth finished her reply by sticking her tongue into Erica's mouth. Erica's eyes fluttered as she remembered the feeling of Beth's tongue gliding against the roof of her mouth. "Now, lay down and spread your legs. This is how you lick a pussy. I'll have you try on me too, make sure you learned the right technique."

Beth began making out with Erica again, but quickly moved her kiss to Erica's chin, then her neck, then her chest, then her stomach. Beth slowly moved her mouth down Erica's midriff, eventually reaching her pelvis and finally her lips met Erica's labia. Beth began passionately making out with Erica's cunt, and then the video stopped.

Erica found herself rubbing her wet pussy under her sheets. She wanted Beth to teach her more things, more tricks of the trade of lesbian seduction. Erica looked at her clock: 2:36 am. Something in her brain told her that she wasn't allowed to wake Beth up. But her brain buzz assured her that was silly -- roommates love being woken up for sex. Especially because, the buzz again assured her, there was a trick that guaranteed to make Beth want sex too.

Erica stalked over to Beth's room and found her roommate passed out in her bed. She was also naked, but that wasn't surprising. Beth always slept naked, even when they shared a dorm in college. Erica crept up to her roommate's ear, and quietly whispered, "Be horny."

"It's all about eye-contact," Beth assured her roommate, "Especially in a threesome. Eye contact with the other woman can be hot as fuck, but don't forget to look at the man too."

Beth was on top of Erica, aggressively scissoring her roommate; both their pussies exploding with pleasure as Beth clung to Erica's leg, which was raised in the air.

"Oooh, yes, I see that. It feels sooo good," Erica whimpered as she stared into Beth's blank eyes.

"Good girl. When you're on top you want to make sure the clits are rubbing together as best you can," Beth could feel Erica's pussy squirm under her body, "That way both of you have the best pleasure..."

Beth had her face buried in Erica's upside-down pussy, feeling Erica's tongue burying deep into her own cunt...

Beth loved making out with Erica, and loved it even more when each of their clits were rubbing up against the other's leg...

Even though Beth was usually the top in any lesbian encounter, she let Erica sit on her own face to show her what it felt like. Beth couldn't help but to play with her own pussy as her roommate grinded against her face...

Beth woke up suddenly to the sound of her buzzing alarm. She felt like death; absolutely exhausted. She wasn't sure why because she had gone to bed at a somewhat reasonable hour. But she had been dreaming all night. Dreaming about Erica again. Or was it a dream? No, it had to have been a dream, Beth thought, Erica isn't home. That reassured Beth a lot. If that was definitely a dream, then the prior experience with Erica was a dream too. If it was definitely a dream, however, she wasn't sure why there was some sort of buzz telling her otherwise...

Beth ignored the buzz and pulled up an oversized pair of sweats over her hips, for which she was way too skinny. The waist always fell down past her hips, and if she wore panties it would show off a good portion of them. Usually, she avoided that problem by going commando. For her top, she threw on a tight-fitting crop-top tank top, her tits practically spilling out of the neckline and the spaghetti straps hanging to her shoulders for dear life. She observed her lounge outfit in the mirror before heading over to the bathroom. Her massive tits pulled the straps of her top off of her collar bones, suspending them in the air before they met the neckline of her tank top. While it was still tight, her tits outgrew the top so much that if she raised her hands, the top would likely slide right over her tits, exposing them to anyone who watched. Not that it would matter -- the outline of her nipple studs was unmistakable on the tight shirt. Her midriff was completely bare, from the very base of her tits all the way to just barely above her clit. Her bare hourglass figure was finished by the top of her pelvis, fully on display for anyone to goggle at. Her sweatpants sat so low, that if she crossed her legs standing, they were likely to fall down to her knees.

She wore this outfit around the house very often. But for some reason, while looking at herself in the mirror, she was slightly aroused. She scanned her scantily clad body up and down and couldn't help but bring a word to her mouth. "Skank," she whispered to herself. Maybe I'll actually wear this out today. That was stupid, of course; she had work today. But something told her she should wear it out anyway.

She opened the door to her room and walked into the hallway on the way to the bathroom when she stopped dead in her tracks. Erica's door was closed. I swore I left the door open yesterday, Beth thought to herself. She walked up to Erica's bedroom and slowly opened the door to peak in the room. Sure enough, Erica was sleeping in her bed. If she had work, then she wasn't going to get up for at least another half hour, but something else was off. She was completely naked. Erica never slept naked in college, Beth thought of all the times she had walked in on Erica sleeping recently, and she was always wearing at least a pair of panties and a t-shirt.

Something deep inside Beth told her that she should wake her roommate up and confront her about it, but the buzzing told her to ignore it. Beth's mind snapped to her fantasies of her roommate, and she couldn't help but walk up to Erica's bed. She needed to know if they were real or not. She followed Erica's charging cord to her phone, sitting on Erica's nightstand. She turned the screen on and was greeted by the lock screen asking for a fingerprint. She glanced at Erica, who was completely knocked out. She moved the phone over to her hand and slowly grabbed her thumb and pressed it against the screen. *Click.* Erica grumbled in her sleep and turned to her side. Beth stood, frozen, daring not to wake her roommate.

After a few seconds, Erica's breathing returned to its deep rhythmic state, and Beth knew she was in the clear. She looked at Erica's screen. It was still open to a porn website -- pages and pages of lesbian videos and pictures. She really is having a sexual awakening, isn't she? Beth went to her home screen and began searching for Erica's image gallery. After scrolling through all her apps (did she ever delete anything??) she finally found it.

She tapped the icon, and up popped a picture of Beth and Erica, completely topless and making out. Beth felt her heart skip a beat. It was real. All those dreams were real. But how? How did Erica have intense lesbian sex with her, and then somehow convince Beth it was a dream? Did she drug me?? Beth suddenly worried.

Her eyes scanned over the picture again and again. Even though she was terrified, she couldn't seem to bring her thoughts to the next stage of development. She knew it was concerning and quite possible that Erica drugged her. She knew there was a next stage to this thought. She could see it in the far distance -- her searching Erica's room for pills, or even a syringe, calling the cops to start an investigation, waking Erica up, or even going to get a drug test. But her mind just could not get there, let alone allow her to act on the thought if it even happened. This... buzzing kept pushing it away.

Beth swiped to the next picture. And then the next one. She bit her lip as she gazed at Erica's body, pressed up against hers and taunting the camera. Then the next one. She couldn't help but to pinch at her erect nipples, which were poking out of her thin shirt. Then the next one. With the image of Erica suckling at one of Beth's firm tits in front of her, Beth glided her hand from her nipple down her midriff to the top of her sweatpants. Then the next one. She slid her fingers under her sweatpants to her already wet clit. Then the next one. The camera angle showed both roommates' entire bodies, lips and tongues locked, tits pressed against each other, and Erica's hand deep in Beth's pussy. How do I not remember this? Beth's thought was coaxed away by the buzzing as quickly as it came. She couldn't help but to push her middle finger into her cunt, mimicking Erica's finger in the picture. As her hand pressed down, her sweatpants fell to the floor around her ankles.

Beth swiped to the next picture, but it was a video that automatically started playing Erica's loud moans of pleasure. Beth panicked and looked to her roommate's bed. She watched in horror as Erica slowly began waking up to the sound. And yet, it never occurred to Beth that she could have just paused the video to stop the noise...

Erica woke up to the sound of... Her own moans? What the hell? She thought to herself. She looked over the side of her bed and saw Beth. Beth? And she was completely bottomless. Well, that actually wasn't too strange... But her finger was pressed deep inside her cunt. And her other hand was holding... My phone?

"Beth, what are you doing?" Erica said groggily.

"I should ask you the same thing." Even though Beth was the one masturbating in her roommate's room to something on her roommate's phone, she seemed completely convicted in her accusation.

"Ummm, okay... Well let's start with what the hell you're watching on my phone."

"I'm not sure, Erica. What am I watching? When did we do this!?" Beth turned the phone toward Erica, which was loudly playing one of the many videos of the two roommate's first sexual encounter.

"Umm, yesterday afternoon, I think."

Beth looked dumbfounded. "How? I don't remember this! I mean, I do, but I don't remember all of it. Erica, did you drug me?"

Erica only provided a blank stare in response. She really couldn't wrap her head around anything Beth was saying. Maybe it was because she just woke up, and still had significant mind fog. But she didn't feel too drowsy -- Beth had done an excellent job of bringing Erica out of sleep to full alertness. Maybe she felt like she couldn't think straight because of the buzzing. Wait, was something wrong!? I'm not acting right!... No, that can't be right... Erica pushed the thought out of her head as fast as it came, easing her mind buzz.

Beth pressed Erica's silence with another question, "Erica, I need to know. Did you drug me!?"

Erica was finally able to let out a chuckle (it didn't seem like hers though). "Beth, what are you talking about? You're the one who offered to teach me! You started this whole thing," Erica gestured toward her phone. Erica could see Beth's mind whirr, knowing that it was true, but not able to fully convince herself. Erica knew it was true. Her mind buzz told her.

"But I don't remember most of it!" Beth almost yelled, "You had to have drugged me!"

"Beth, calm down," Erica looked at her roommate, who still had a middle finger knuckle deep in her own pussy. "If you're so concerned about it, why were you masturbating to it?"

Beth looked down with confusion, "I... I don't know. Erica, what's happening?"

Beth's tone of sincere concern sparked the thought in Erica's mind again. SOMETHING IS WRONG! Suddenly she felt like something left her mind entirely. The buzzing was gone -- the brain fog, the struggle she had been having but not realizing was now void. Her inner voice, which was definitely hers, flooded back into authority in her mind. She suddenly realized she hadn't been listening to her own thoughts for nearly a day. Oh my god, something is wrong! Erica again concluded in her own mind. The conclusion came rushing with its evidence: her headache; her newfound crush toward her roommate; running out of underwear but not doing the laundry to fix that; dressing like a complete slut at work; sleeping with Sean! Nothing made sense -- it didn't match her life! Something had taken over her mind! Erica suddenly panicked. "Beth, take your fucking finger out of your cunt!" She nearly screamed the command.

The same realization must have hit Beth. Her eyes changed from a glossy haze to alert and toned; she pulled her finger out of her clit and quickly reached for a tissue on Erica's nightstand -- no licking her fingers like Erica had almost expected her to. After drying her hand off she pulled her sweatpants up (at least to as high as they were supported). The two roommates were frozen, staring at each other for what seemed like full minutes. Finally, Beth found the courage to say something, "Erica, here's your phone back. Could you delete all those pictures and videos while we figure this out?"

Erica took her phone and stared at the screen, still open to Erica's moaning. Erica looked up at Beth with new horror, "Beth, I'm straight!" What the fuck is actually happening? Erica thought.

Beth matched Erica's look of horror. "Okay, let's figure this out. When did this all start?"

Erica looked at Beth and easily recalled the answer. "When I came home and said I had a headache -- or a buzzing really, it wasn't even a headache."

"Okay," Beth answered. "What happened after that? No secrets, okay? We need to figure this out."

Erica tried to recall that afternoon. She was embarrassed, but they needed to trust each other. Erica reluctantly recalled the details of that afternoon. "Well, I saw you. Then I went to take a nap. When I got in my bedroom though, I felt really horny. Like, really horny."

"What made you so horny?" Beth asked.

"You!" Erica answered sheepishly, but honestly. "Your outfit, or lack-thereof, is what made me so horny. But I don't know why because I'm not a lesbian!"

"That doesn't make sense, Erica." Beth slumped into the love seat that was in Erica's room. It was covered in dirty clothes, but Beth just sat on top of them.

"I know it doesn't make sense." Erica replied earnestly. Her mind was so clear right now. It was like she was wading through crystal clear water after having been stuck in the mud for the past two days. "Well, what about you? When did it start for you?"

Beth tried to think. She knew Erica was acting strange, but she was trying to recall when she herself started feeling strange. "Right after you told me you had a crush on me." Beth finally recalled. "I was feeling totally normal before that."

"What were you doing before I came home yesterday?"

Beth bit her lip in hesitation.

"Beth, no secrets, remember? We have to figure this out!"

"Erica, I have something to tell you..." Beth hesitantly started.

"Uhu..."

"Well, you know already that I'm a massive slut."

"Yeah, I know, Beth. We both kind of are," Erica tried to forcibly milk the truth from Beth faster.

"Well, I have been doing cam modeling for extra money recently." Beth's answer was met with a long moment of silence.

"Okay, but what does this have to do with our situation now?"

"Well, you wanted to know what I was doing before you got home yesterday. I was camming. Like, putting on a show."

Erica suddenly recalled the lingerie panties and heels Beth was wearing when she got home. "Oh," She replied, "Okay, well did anything unusual happen during your session?"

"Well, it went on for way longer than usual." Beth paused for a suspicious amount of time, "But other than that, it was normal."

"Well shit." Erica replied. "I have no idea what the common dominator is here..."

Beth pondered with Erica before asking, "Do you think we have a gas leak?"

"What kind of gas turns me into a lesbian?"

"I don't know. But we should probably get someone to come check it out, right?"

"Yeah, you're right." Erica looked at her watch, "I have an hour or so before I have to get ready for work, I'll go see if I can find who to call."

The mention of work suddenly made Beth panic. She was running late for her own job at the moment. "Shit, work. I have to go get ready. Let me know what the... gas guy...? Let me know what they say. We're going to figure this shit out."

Beth couldn't help but to recall how disinterested Erica was about her cam modeling. Was it really that unsurprising? Beth was trying to keep it a secret from her roommate for so long, and it turns out Erica couldn't even care less.

Beth got to work nearly a half hour late. Fuck, I'm going to be in so much trouble, Beth thought of her previous conversation with her boss. She was already in deep shit. Was the deep shit really her though, or was that part of the weirdness going on? Beth thought about her predicament with her boss. No, that's definitely something the real me would do, she finally concluded.

"Beth, where the hell have you been?" John fumed at her as she walked up to her own desk.

"I'm really sorry, my roommate and I think we might have a gas leak, so we were trying to figure out how to fix that this morning."