Untouched

Jane Wilde hunched over a book when knuckles cracked the door. Chloe Cherry stepped through like trouble looking for a place to happen. The second she said new roommate, Jane shot off the mattress and wrapped her in a hug, smelling vanilla skin and clean hair. They collapsed back onto the bed, legs brushing, swapping quick stories about midterms and bad cafeteria coffee. Chloe’s voice dropped. “All these people in one building? Still feels like too much.” “You’ll get hooked,” Jane promised, grin sharp. “College will break you in—every way you can think of.” When Chloe left to finish unpacking, Jane stayed planted, heart hammering. That girl’s ass in those jeans had been carved by gods with dirty minds. Lottery ticket, winning ticket, whatever—Jane drew the short straw when it came to playing it cool. Bathwater steamed around her hips and she couldn’t quit picturing Chloe bent over a suitcase. Her hand drifted between her legs, fingers parting slick folds, rubbing tight circles over her clit until every breath hissed out sharp. Two fingers slid inside, pumping slow, the water lapping at her nipples. Chloe edged into the doorway, eyes wide, watching the water ripple with each thrust of Jane’s wrist. She backed up, silent, slipped into her room and kicked the door half-shut. The second she hit the mattress her sweats were shoved down; middle finger dragged through soaked pussy lips, found her own swollen clit, and circled hard. Her other hand grabbed a breast, pinched the nipple until sparks raced low. She fucked herself fast, hips jerking. When the orgasm hit she cried out raw, thighs shaking, slick coating her knuckles and the sheets beneath. Jane stood dripping in the hall, towel barely clutched, listening to those broken moans turn into whimpers. Curiosity dragged her forward until the sight froze her: Chloe spread open, glistening fingers still buried, face flushed like a confession. Chloe scrambled upright, mortified. Jane licked water from her lip. “First time doing that?” she asked, quiet but low. Chloe’s nod was tiny. Jane’s smile cut sideways. Virgin. Fresh. Hers to wreck righteously. “Guess I’ll show you how it’s done. Got nowhere else to be, and it’ll be my goddamn pleasure.”