Hey, This Is MY Room!

Liz stepped into the hallway dripping, towel barely hanging on. No glasses meant the walls blurred together. She found the first door she could feel and slipped inside, lock clicking behind her. The towel hit the floor. She ran her hands over her skin, still warm from the shower. Her fingers drifted lower. Everything felt wound too tight lately. The new apartment, the quiet roommate, the knot in her stomach that wouldn't quit. Her breath hitched as she climbed onto the bed and spread her legs. She rubbed her clit in tight circles, hips rolling into her own hand, letting out a soft moan. One finger, then two, pushing in deep. She whispered to herself between gasps, 'New place stress... maybe I just need to come hard and fast.' Her thighs shook. She was close when the door opened. Hazel stood there frozen, eyes wide. 'What the fuck are you doing in my room?' Liz jerked upright, scrambling for the towel, heart pounding. Her face burned. She realized the mistake too late—wrong door, no glasses, everything still unfamiliar. 'Shit—Hazel—I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to... I thought this was my room.' The words tumbled out in a rush. Hazel didn't yell. She just watched, something shifting behind her eyes. Liz swallowed hard, then let a crooked smile cut through the shame. 'Let me make it up to you.' Her voice dropped. 'However you want.'