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Sizzling sex at the apartment.

asha stormed in!

"What the fuck are you doing Cheyenne?" She asked me, as I jumped up, naked, hoping she hadn't seen what I was doing.

"Uh, nothing...getting dressed." I said quickly, picking up my panties from the floor and began to put them on. She stood there, looking at me strangely for a few moments and turned off the music. She then sat down on her bed.

"You weren't just getting dressed...you were..." and she began to laugh a little. My face turned red! "You were getting yourself off, weren't you?"

"No!" I said, defensively.

"You know, it's okay. We all do it. Sorry if I scared you." She said and walked over to her mirror, just admiring it. "So this is how you do it? You look in the mirror at yourself? Interesting...I usually just go online and look at porn while I fuck myself, but whatever." She said.

"I thought you were staying at Mark's." I said, pulling up my pants.

"Yeah, we had a fight. I broke up with him. I walked around campus for a while, thinking."

"Oh, I'm sorry." I said to her, sitting down on my bed, finally pulling back on my sweatshirt.

"No, it's okay. I mean, we've broken up before, but for some reason, I'm not terribly upset about it this time. I ended it and I think I feel good about it. He was a jerk anyway." She said. "So let's get back to what you were doing."

My face turned red again. No one talked about masturbating, though everyone probably did it. And I certainly didn't want to talk about it with my roommate! I tried to change the subject, but then she went on to ask me my technique, and for some reason, I continued to answer her questions.

After what seemed like a lifetime, she had deemed me a rookie in the art of self-pleasure and told me she'd give me some tips. She told me I couldn't just use my fingers, I should use toys, like vibrators and dildos. I told her I'd be too embarrassed to go buy something like that in a store, and she told me she was going to give me a big surprise for my birthday next week...she'd buy something for me!

I felt as if we'd had a great conversation, until the subject turned to whether or not I'd had sex before. I'd never been one to talk so openly about such things, but she had a way of pulling things out of you.

Sasha then came and sat on my bed next to me and rubbed my leg, telling me it was alright and I could confide in her. I then told her the story of my first experience, at camp, with this guy I had a crush on. I was a camp counselor and we'd fooled around in one of the bathrooms. I told her details, like how he ate my pussy and then fucked me up against the wall, and most importantly, how I loved it. She seemed impressed, only until I told her that that was my first and only time.

She was outraged that an 18 year old girl had only had sex once, and then she asked me the ultimate taboo to me- had I ever done anything with a girl. My mouth flung open and I got offended.

"Why would I, Sasha? That's gross!" and she yelled back at me to grow up. She told me that I was now in college and I needed to be open to more things. I told her 'I don't know', but then she started taking off her shirt!

I was shocked and just stood there, face red and mouth open! She didn't have on a bra underneath, and she stood there in front of me, with her tits looking me right in the face.

"Does this offend you? You look at yours in the mirror all the time when you're fucking yourself. You need to get off, right? Just like me...why not help each other out?" She said seductively. She was a gorgeous girl, but I didn't know if I was ready for this. The thought had crossed my mind in the past, like when I had sleep overs in my teen years, but I never thought it would happen.

She then proceeded to take off the rest of her clothes, her jeans and then she stood there, in just her little pink panties. She was sexy, as she pulled me up from the bed, told me I was gorgeous, and proceeded to undress me also.

"Would it be so wrong, Cheyenne? We're friends.

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