Throughout the night, she found herself restless, haunted by dreams of unfulfilled desires.

What was the point? She pondered, unable to find rest as her mind was consumed by an overwhelming yearning for intimacy.

Despite her efforts to suppress these cravings, her dreams relentlessly echoed her frustration, serving as a constant reminder of her desperate need for release.

She didn't require validation; the dampness she felt was not merely a result of warmth, but rather her body’s silent plea for affection and exploration.

Once more, she squeezed her eyes shut, hoping to escape into a sleep that felt increasingly elusive.

A warm sensation pulsed within her, stirring her from sleep. Frustrated, she shifted under the covers, turning onto her back.

The soft fabric of her pajama top brushed against her skin, heightening her awareness. She felt her nipples harden under the delicate touch of the material.

A warmth began to spread through her, and she realized she could no longer endure this sensation.

With a quiet determination, her left hand ventured towards the waistband of her underwear, the warmth of her skin contrasting with the cool night air.

As she bent her right knee, her fingers slipped effortlessly into the soft cotton, grazing the delicate hair above her intimate area.

Parting her legs slightly, she pressed her palm against her clit, feeling the familiar rush of pleasure.

Sliding her middle finger between her lips, she sensed her body responding eagerly to her touch, awakening a deep-seated yearning within her.

With her right knee bent in alignment with her left, she cradled her hand over her small frame, lost in the moment. 

Suddenly, she was jolted back to the present by the movement of her college roommate, who was sleeping across the room.

Quietly, she withdrew her hand from between her legs and carefully got out of bed, tiptoeing towards their shared bathroom.

After gently closing the door behind her, she opened the bottom drawer of their dresser and reached for the black bag hidden behind her cosmetics. Pulling out the purple jelly-like dildo, she rinsed it under warm water to ensure it was clean before considering its use.

Settling onto the toilet seat, she adjusted herself comfortably, leaning back against the porcelain tank.

With her right hand on the dildo and her left reaching for the Vaseline nearby, she applied the slippery substance to her toy before closing the jar.

A rush of excitement coursed through her as she felt the initial pressure against her intimate area.

Pressing the toy against her entrance, she cupped her hand around it, feeling its head gently push against her.

With a firm grip, she began to move her hand over the toy, her mind drifting to thoughts of him as she continued.

In her mind's eye, she envisioned him hovering above her, kneeling between her silky thighs. One hand gripped his hardened member while the other explored her clit, igniting a fire within her that made her wet and eager for his presence.

He traced the contours of her lips, pressing firmly enough to part them and savor the sweet nectar within.

Each gentle tap on her sensitive hood sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, drawing her deeper into a moment of longing for him.

Her breath quickened, her body temperature soared with anticipation, and her juices flowed freely, responding to his every movement.

She arched her hips, inviting him to penetrate her, knowing this was where he belonged.

He noticed her invitation and smiled down at her, pressing himself into her warmth, feeling the soft yet firm embrace that enveloped him. He struggled to contain his own pleasure, aware of the heat radiating from her.

They moved together in a rhythmic dance, building a delicious tension that threatened to explode.

Her juices splashed around his shaft, each thrust eliciting a response that sent her over the edge.

She called out his name, wrapping her legs around his waist, fingers entwined in his hair.

As she gripped him, milking the head of his cock in a way he had never experienced before, it sent delightful shivers through him, keeping him hard even as her excitement caused her to loosen around him.

She begged him to express how good she felt, and breathlessly he replied, "This pussy feels incredible, baby! God, I love it!"

As he whispered those words, her exaggerated sigh sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her, and her body responded eagerly. 'My God,' he breathed, feeling himself nearing the edge, unable to hold back any longer as he quickened his pace.

She lay still, inviting him to lose himself in her, her body ready to be taken until he reached his climax.

It was as if she had become a lifeless doll, allowing him to maneuver over her, her soft moans the only reminder of her presence.

The pleasure he felt was unparalleled, akin to the first rush of a forbidden thrill, and he was desperate to cling to that sensation.

But as all good things do, it came to a sudden halt; his body tensed, muscles contracted, and with a final thrust, he let out a frustrated wail as he released himself inside her.

Just then, a soft knock echoed at the door, startling her back to reality.

Realizing she had disturbed her roommate, she quickly jumped up, calling out, 'One moment!' as she hurriedly cleaned her toy and tucked it away.

As she swung the door open with a flourish, a radiant smile blossomed across her face, filled with excitement at the thought of her roommate's imminent arrival. She stood there, brimming with anticipation, eagerly awaiting her friend's return from the restroom. When the door finally creaked open, she couldn't help but call out playfully, her face illuminated with a hopeful glow, wishing for her roommate to warmly accept the invitation she had prepared.

'Since you're awake, want to have some fun?' she asked playfully, pulling back the covers of her bed and inviting her roommate in.

The two girls giggled as they flicked off the lights, diving into a night filled with tantalizing escapades.