It was a terrible night for me and my new friend. She wanted to fuck me so bad and I wanted to experience whatever she did to our other roomie the other day too. These girls however have fucked our plans up. They would not sleep early and they just continued talking about their night out.
As everybody slept that night, I lay on my bed fighting my hormones, I did not want to use my pillow, I just wanted my roomie to finish what she had started but for some reason, she did not. She never came for me. I thought she would since she and the other girl fucked each other the other night and I caught them.
I was annoyed that she did not and eventually, I put my pillow under my hijab between my thighs and started to grind on it slowly but hard. I could hear my back crack as I went harder on the pillow and I was breathing heavily till that orgasm hit me again. It felt like an electric shock coursed through my body as I wriggled on my bed and my eyes fluttered.
The second day, I woke with a much clearer head and went about my chores for the day. When I went to fetch water. My roommate was waiting for me. She pulled me by the arm into a corner and kissed me so hard all of a sudden.
I was shocked but I allowed it. She looked so meek and apologized for what happened the night before. She asked me to meet her in the reading room later in the night so we could talk. I agreed and hoped in my mind that she was going to discuss how she would be giving me nice sex or something in that line.
I spent the entire day anxious trying to imagine in my head what she wanted to tell me. When I got there, I saw her seated at an angle quite far from other students. I joined her in her seat. She seemed sad and downcast and that immediately had some effects on me. This discussion would not go my way.
After making myself comfortable beside her, she continued looking straight even though her face still was tilted down, she spoke softly and said we could not continue what we were doing in that room. My heart broke. What did she mean by we cannot continue when we were starting? Before I could ask why, she started to explain herself.
The girl in the room her lesbian partner, Fadekemi, has a hold on her. The first hold is that Fade knows that this girl Becky is a Bi who is more interested in ladies but Becky is still in the closet. However, Fade caught Becky on one of their nightly outings. The problem now is that all the girls in the school frown at lesbianism and since Fade knows of this secret, she uses it as a hold on Becky.
Since then, she had monopolized Becky and turned her into a fuck toy. On their outings, Becky was allowed to fuck guys, however, Fade is the only girl Becky is allowed to fuck in school. Since she loved to fuck girls and also did not want her secret to leak to other girls who would immediately turn her into an outcast, she accepted Fade’s deal.
She went further to discuss how Fade treats her badly many times like getting fucked thoroughly by guys and making her eat a cum filled pussy even after she had told Fade that she liked the pussy clean.
I felt pity for the poor girl and put her head on my shoulder trying to console her. The hatred I had for Fade and the other girl and I wanted some revenge for my new friend and I knew I would have it. I do not know when I began to get that bold and naughty but I found myself taking Becky’s hand and placing it across my Hijab-covered boob.
She looked up at me in surprise and asked what I was doing. The boldness came from where I do not know of and I asked her if she would like to taste some clean pussy. She looked at me dumbfounded and the only thing she could say was that we would get caught. I smiled at her.
In my head, I thought, if you all in the room could not catch my pillow under my long-flowing hijab, these people would not catch you under my long-flowing hijab too.
I scanned the room and whispered in Becky’s ear that she should get down on the floor. She did not question my orders and I liked that. Once she hit the floor, I pulled my hijab up and asked her to get under it.
Once she did, I threw the hijab over her head and hoped that Becky would get my hint. She did. It did not take long at all before I felt her smooth palms gliding over both of my thighs simultaneously and her lips followed. My body felt light and my head felt lighter. I knew I would moan, I quickly put my head on the backrest of one of the seats and covered my mouth with one of my palms. She licked me through my panties.
It felt crazy how rough it felt, the mixture of her tongue and the material of my panties rubbing against my pussy. I knew there was no way something did not exit my pussy immediately. My pussy dripped right through my panties into her mouth.
“Do it again”, I whispered trying to push her head into my pussy. She did do it again and every time she did it, I was hotter and more wet. For a moment, she stopped and I felt her raw wet tongue slide over my pussy. I almost jumped up but I controlled myself.
My toes were trying to grab the floor under my feet and she just continued. Anyone close to me would think that I am crying with the way I was whimpering to the tongue cleaning up all my pussy juice. She was not done with me.
She spread my pussy lips and poked in my pussy with a stiffened tongue. I “ohh-ed and ahhh-ed”. Then she added a finger to the mix. My eyes got lost in my head and it did not take that long before my pussy burst and I came hard.
I could not bring my head up, I just let it remain on the backrest and continued to gasp till Becky managed to find her way and returned to sitting beside me.
When we were back to composure, we looked at each other and burst out laughing. She whispered “This could always work” in my ears and I was happy to hear that we would have some structure to our sneaky affair. I was happier when she came close again and told me that I have a sweet pussy.
I felt so proud of myself and I felt my confidence boosted. On my way to the room that night I could not stop thinking of how I would hijack Becky from that evil Fadekemi girl. Becky and Me would be a better combination than Becky and Fade.
In the room, I got a message that my parents needed my attention and I had to go home that weekend. I could use the break but this new thing with Becky, I enjoyed it so much that I wished I could take her home for the weekend so we would enjoy each other better.
The reason why I was pulled home was one of the most stupid reasons ever. Alhaji was back from one of his long trips and he wanted to have all his children and wives around and that was why I had been called back home.
Rich people and misuse of power. I just chilled with my mother most of the time but when I had the time I spoke to my step-siblings too especially as we had lunch and dinner together. I snuck away from the rest of the family and went to my room that night.
I planned to quickly grind on my pillow and hit an orgasm then come back to join the family. Since I was at home in my room, I felt so much more freedom than what I felt in my hostel, and for the first time, I took off every piece of my clothing, put my pillow on the bed, and straddled it.
I held on to the pillow and started to grind on it softly.
I got carried away with it, I did not know when my mum came in but she must have been there for a while because she allowed me cum before making her presence known. Embarrassment was beyond what I felt. I never wanted my mother to catch me like that but she already did and I tried so hard to quickly put my clothes on.
She asked me to meet her in her room when I was done. I got to her room later. I expected that she would not be hard on me and she swung my way like that. She smiled as I sat close to her on the bed.
Her hand came behind my back and she assured me that everything was right and that I was growing up already. She smiled and said I needed to pick some things up from her friend the next day. It was a breath of relief for me.
I went to her friend’s house the next day and got a warm welcome only to be left in a room and asked to wait for her to come back. When a knock came on the door, I opened it and met a stud of a shirtless man at the door.
Written by Reezy Sama
