Helping out my room mate
"You seem really down lately. Is there anything I can do?"
Louisa looked at me and smiled. "Oh, it's nothing you can help with."
"Try me," I offered.
"Well, it's kind of embarrassing," she laughed. She looked at my face for any hint I might judge her then continued. "It's just... been a while."
"Oh," I said. "That's not embarrassing. It's totally understandable. I have some really nice single guy friends if you want, Aidan-"
"Casey, no." she smiled tightly.
"Oh, Ok..." I frowned. "I didn't mean to force anything on you sorry," I muttered.
"Please don't feel bad," she begged. "Casey... hun. I like women
"Ok," I replied.
"You're not weirded out?"
"Some straight girls are. Especially when I live with them. They get the idea I'm going to peek in on them every time they get in the shower." She rolled her eyes. "It's why I don't broad cast it. And also guys feel like they've got the right to ask you all kinds of invasive questions. Girls sometimes, too," she added.
"I won't do that."
"You're so good about it," she enthused.
"Hey, I'm pretty weird myself. Not one to judge, m'lady."
"Don't tell anyone who doesn't know, OK? I'm not ashamed or anything I just don't like sharing it that much."
"Of course," I agreed. "Just don't tell anybody about my Elmo pajamas."
She grinned. "You look very cute in those." Louisa was beautiful. Like, really beautiful. I wasn't a slouch but she was one of those people that 'lit up the room.' She had long, light brown hair and deep brown eyes. She had a dainty little nose with a tiny upturn and long eye lashes and a small chin. Her profile was perfect. And just the right amount of freckles sprinkled on her pale, clear skin.
"Want to watch TV?" I asked.
"I'll get us some wine."
Oh it will be great. You'll see. We watched New Girl and sat comfortably, as we always did, eating chips and sipping red wine. "You've got red wine lips," I told her. "Oh," she said, touching her lip coyly.
"Let me." I leaned in and kissed her. Her eyes widened.
"I want to help you out. You're beautiful, and you do plenty of favours for me. So let me satisfy you."
"It's just the wine," she frowned.
"Yeah, right," I said. "I plotted this at 0 alcohol. Scout's honour." I leaned back and grinned.
"You're kind of just a pervert, aren't you?" she asked, not in a judging way, just in a matter of fact kind of way. Her head cocked cutely to the side.
"Well, not kind of." I chucked another chip into my mouth. "I am big time. I am picky," I clarified. I took another sip of wine. "I'm not easy, I just like what I get and I get what I like. And right now, I want you." I gazed at her.
"I don't know, Case... What about..."
"The friendship and blah blah blah. Listen, we'll always be friends. I think girls can kiss and more and it just be a nice extension of the friendship. I happen to like all that pillow fighting stuff. Now come here, I want to see if your skin feels as soft on my tongue as it looks. Because it looks like fucking butter to me."
She shuddered. Her eyes glowed. Bedroom eyes. I was pleased that I had made her wet. She hesitantly leaned over and pressed her soft, full lips to mine. I grinned into her mouth. I ran my fingers down her sides, under her loose top. She reached greedily for my bra, tucking her hand under my t-shirt. She pulled it aside and her cool fingers fondled my nipple. "Tickles," I commented.
She laughed. I loved her laugh. She was so feminine, so adorable. I had always felt a lot for her. I remember my first real girl crush, back in high school. Olivia. She was five inches taller than me and curvy as Marilyn Monroe. I gave her a tiny card for Christmas. It's a different kind of love with girls. It's sweet, and often unrequited, and I savour it. I smoothed Louisa's silky hair from her face and looked into her eyes. "You're so beautiful." I licked her bottom lip and darted my tongue into her mouth. She kissed back. We got into a nice pace. I reached for her top and helped her slip it over her head. She returned the favour. I opened my eyes to the sight of her lovely breasts. They were small and perfect and pale. Slightly tear drop shaped.
"No bra," I said approvingly.
"You're wearing one," she noted.
"Yeah," I shrugged. "I had to go out today."
I cuddled in close to her, offering her the opportunity to reach back and easily remove my bra. She didn't do so. "I like this." She pushed me face down on the couch. I felt her tug at the bra. She was using her teeth.
"You're incredibly dexterous," I complimented her as she freed the hooks.
"Practice. Girl's gotta get an edge somehow." I raised up slightly and she freed my bra.
"Stay," she requested.
She moaned as she ran her hands over my back and the sides of my breasts, squished into the couch. "Oh, that feels good
. You have no idea, Casey. It's been so long since I've felt that. Even if I could stomach being with a guy, they never feel this soft." She kissed my back, rather hard. She nipped at my flesh and I shivered. She gasped. "I'm so hungry.
I smiled, feeling blissful. I had assumed I would be the dominant one, Louisa being so sweet and all, but I might be in for a surprise.
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