This story is a work of fiction, and not to be read by those under the age of 18, or whatever is the legal age in your area of residence.
This is my first attempt at writing something like this. If you like it (or if you have any constructive criticism), I'd love to hear from you at sweetness_undercover@hotmail.com
Tequila Sunrise
I woke up painfully aware of every centimeter of my body. My eyes felt like they would be permanently stuck in a closed position, and the early morning sunlight that shined on the lids made me cringe. I started to shift positions, abruptly freezing as my head began to spin.
That's the last time I set out to prove that I can out drink anybody in a tequila contest, I thought.
"Hey," a whisper drifted into my ear. The voice was soft, the aural equivalent of goosedown on snow. "How are you feeling? Can I get you anything?"
The speaker was Melanie, my roommate since the beginning of the semester. Physically, she was a small thing: 5'4" in height, with sandy blonde hair that fell in a smooth sheet to her waist. Her eyes were the color of toasted almonds, and wide and innocent. She was a nice girl, but, well, that was also the problem: she was so nice. I was worried when we first moved into the dorms. She had had a sheltered upbringing in a religious home. She didn't drink, and the suggestion of anything sexual brought a flush to her cheeks. I, on the other hand, couldn't have been more of an opposite - although, at the moment, I wish I'd had a bit of that upbringing to prevent me from imbibing so much the night before.
"I'm okay," I said in an equally hushed tone. "Although...do you think you could get me a new body? This one feels like sh - I mean, horrible," I amended, remembering that obscene language also seemed to embarrass my roommate.
She laughed softly, and I heard her make her way to my bed. She sat down gingerly beside me, and I felt her hand tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
I sighed. "I'm never going to drink that much ever again."
"Yes, well," she replied, softly stroking my hair, "at least you got home okay." She sat quietly for a few moments, and I felt myself relax to the rhythmic touch of her hand upon my tresses. As I felt myself drift nearer to sleep, her hand lifted, and she said, "Here, I'll bet a massage will make you feel better."
Before I could say anything, she had pulled down the top part of my blanket and was rubbing my shoulders. I sighed contentedly, feeling her slender fingers squeezing and rubbing my aching flesh. The blanket moved further down as she massaged down my back, on either side of my spine, releasing tension. It felt wonderful, although a part of my buzzed mind noted that I slept in the nude, and that I was receiving full flesh to flesh contact.
Melanie's hands reached the small of my back, then began to stroke outwards, to my sides.
"Oh, Monica," she said, her voice still very soft in deference to my hungover state, "you have such soft skin."
"Mm," I responded, enjoying the release from the pain I'd experienced upon first waking. I felt the mattress shift as my roommate maneuvered into a position where she could massage the sides of my body. I felt her hands glide to my underarms, the gentle massaging never ceasing.
"Such beautiful, soft skin," she repeated. Very gently, she eased her hands under my body and cupped my breasts. I gasped, opening my mouth to protest, but lost the words when I felt her squeeze my nipples between her fingers. I felt her body move on top of mine then. She was also completely naked, and I could feel her nipples pressing insistently against my back. Her breath danced over my ear as she licked up and down the edge, pausing every once in awhile to take the lobe in her teeth and nibble and tug it.
"Am I making you feel better, Monica?" she whispered huskily. Her legs were on either side of my hips, and I could feel her bush rubbing slowly against my ass.
"Oh..." I murmured. "Oh...Melanie...what are you doing?" I could feel her wetness gradually flowing over me, along my ass crack. I felt slightly disturbed; I'd never messed around with a girl before. My arousal was overwhelming any semblance of conservativeness I might have had in that area.
She laughed very quietly, and there was a wicked edge to the sound.
"I think," she said slowly, "that the real question is, what am I not going to do?"
She maneuvered her head so that our lips were touching. I had to tilt to an awkward angle to meet her, and her tongue darted into my mouth instantly. It flicked against my own mercilessly, licking, tasting, exploring. I could feel it running over my teeth, pressing against my cheeks, diving deeply into my mouth before wrestling with my tongue once more. In the midst of all of this, she raised her body enough so that she could turn me to face her. Once I was on my back, her fingers reached to grab a nipple in each hand, and pinched, hard.
"Oh, god," she moaned, feeling my tits hard against her palms. "You're so fucking hot!"
Any potential response I might have had was lost in a gasp as she took my right nipple in her mouth. I have average breasts - 34B - and she seemed intent on sucking them into her mouth. I could feel about half of my breast being devoured into her mouth, while the other breast was being squeezed and pinched. As if she were starving, she abruptly switched breasts, her mouth encasing the left breast while her hand teased the right. I felt her other hand between my legs, rubbing my lips roughly.
"Mm," she moaned around a mouthful of breast. She raised her head as she brought her hand from between my legs and to my mouth. "Suck this."
There was a savage look on her face, one I didn't think she would ever have owned. It frightened me, and I opened my mouth, sucking my own juices from her hand. This seemed to drive her wild, and I felt her teeth close on my left nipple. I arched my back, her fingers in my mouth the only thing muffling my cry. She pumped them in and out for awhile, the replaced her mouth with them.
For awhile, she just watched me, seemed to visually consume the desire on my face as she twisted my nipples. She moved slightly, positioning her right knee up against my pussy, grinding it up against me. It instantly grew shiny and slippery from my juices, and she smiled.
"God, Monica, you are so hot," she told me. She leaned forward, kissing me gently on the forehead while her fingers continued to assault my tits. These were growing sore and tender, which only made her react more roughly to them. She kissed along the side of my face, towards my ear, then whispered, "I'm going to fuck you so hard. I'm going to fuck you, and stick my tongue into your pussy, and make you cum and cum and cum." She pulled away, and looked deeply into my eyes. In an instant, I saw all the sensuality that lingered beneath the deception of a conservative exterior. A distant part of me thought that I should protest, be upset that she was doing such things, saying such things. But the rawness of it all aroused me, and I found myself wanting more. She seemed to notice this, and smiled.
"I'm going to fuck you," she repeated. "I'm going to fist you, if I want to, run my tongue over your ass, violate you in any way possible. And do you know what? You'll let me, because you're going to be my little slut."
She moved her face inches from mine, giving an extra hard squeeze to my nipples as she did so. "Say it."
I looked at her, confused, and she pinched me even harder. "Say it! You're my slut."
I gasped. "I'm your slut," I repeated breathlessly.
"And you'll do anything that I want you to."
"Yes! Yes! God, yes! Anything!"
She smiled. "Fucking whore." And suddenly she jammed four fingers into me, and sucked my clit into her mouth.
I screamed as I felt her move her elbows to spread my legs wider. The sound seemed to drive her wild, for I felt her tongue flick rapidly over my clit, bringing me to an abrupt climax. I felt her drive her tongue deep into my pussy as I came, and her four fingers rammed straight up my ass. I moaned, trying to wiggle away, and finding only that her fingers insistently stayed inside of me. She removed them only when the throbbings of my pussy around her tongue slowed. The eyes that made contact with mine this time were the subdued, gentle ones of the roommate I thought I'd gotten to know this past semester.
She kissed me, her tongue gentle and inquisitive. I marveled that she could switch gears so quickly. She pulled away from me and smiled.
"You taste so good," she said in a small, little girl voice. She hesitated, looking away, then shyly back to me. "I'm sorry if I got kind of, you know, rough. You just looked so sexy sleeping there naked, and, well, I lost control..." Her voice trailed off as she glanced at the thin liquid sliding from her and down her inner thighs. She looked at me shyly, and I found myself sitting up, sliding a finger up to catch her wetness, then licking that finger. Never losing eye contact, I slowly pushed her down to my bed...