Catching Ellie by shainarichmond (12/14/2010 20:33:33)
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"I'm so hungry," I whined to myself as I walked to the kitchen. I felt my stomach growl like it was about to eat itself.
It was a beautiful Saturday morning in March. The last snowfall was in the middle of February. The enormous pile of snow in the middle of the parking lot had finally melted down to a dark pile of mush after our horrible, seemingly endless winter.
It was so nice to walk around the apartment wearing my short pajama bottoms and a thin top without the need to adjust the thermostat. My roommate, Ellie, and I had been wearing thermal underwear and sweatshirts for months. The insulation in our apartment complex was practically nonexistent.
I held the refrigerator door open long enough to see that we really needed to go shopping. Neither of us felt like it lately. We were pretty good about sharing the grocery bill. Of all the roommates I'd had, Ellie was the coolest--total opposite of the royal bitches of my past. I wasn't looking forward to the end of the semester. Ellie hadn't decided if she was going to keep going to State for grad school. She had several options and needed to make a decision soon. I still had one year of my undergraduate psych program to finish. I hoped we could live together at least until I graduated.
As my stomach churned even more, I decided to have a glass of water. I hoped it would calm my stomach for a little while. The bright light streaming in through the large kitchen windows inspired me. Maybe I should go out to eat and then go to the grocery store, I thought. I hoped I could talk Ellie into going with me. We could walk to the little diner across the street, then come back and get in my car and go to the store. I despised going to the grocery store hungry. It was 10:35 a.m. according to the microwave. I thought it was a nice day for a late breakfast.
I walked quickly to Ellie’s room and knocked once--no response. I listened for any sign of life. I knew she’d gotten home really late the night before after breaking up with Mitch, her boyfriend of two months.
I wondered if she was still asleep. If she couldn’t go to the diner with me, I needed to know soon. Otherwise my stomach was gonna declare war on me.
"Hello?" I inquired as I opened the door to her room. I stood there, frozen like a deer catching a glimpse of oncoming headlights, before I heard a scream.
I only saw her for a few seconds before I slammed the door shut again, but the image was burned into my memory. She lay on her bed, naked from the waist down. Her legs were spread wide and bent at her knees. Her hand was moving quickly, rubbing herself between her legs. She looked terrified when she saw me standing there, like the victim in a horror movie who knows she’s about to be bludgeoned to death.
I had never walked in on anybody while they were masturbating before. I bit my lip in excitement as I turned away from her door.
If she hadn't noticed me standing there, I would have already gone to my bedroom to take care of the sudden urge I had to fuck myself senseless. Secretly, I wished she hadn’t seen me. I would’ve loved to have watched her for a little while longer. I was surprised as the thought went through my head.
I’m not a voyeur, am I? I pondered the question as Ellie’s image lingered in my mind.
Ellie ran out of her bedroom wearing sweatpants and the same white shirt she wore when I caught her. "Joanna!" she screamed. "Why didn't you knock?"
I felt terrible for the thought I just had about watching her. She was obviously distraught. Damn it, I thought. I just lost my roommate.
"I'm sorry. I knocked, I promise."
She hung her head. I thought she might cry. Her behavior was that of a little girl, ashamed about getting caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to do, afraid she was going to get in trouble. Except, in this situation, what she was doing was totally fine--healthy, in my opinion.
“What's the big deal, Ell? It's not like you're the only one who does it," I said, trying to comfort her.
"That's not the point! I can never look at you the same again!” She wouldn’t make eye contact with me. Her eyes anxiously darted from the floor, to the window, then back to the floor. Her face was red with embarrassment.
I took a deep breath. "Don't be embarrassed, please? I'm really cool with it." Damn, if she only knew how cool with it I was
"Well, I'm not cool with it. It's humiliating. Maybe I should just move out." She ran to her room and slammed the door.
I went to her bedroom. This time I knocked, loudly. She didn't answer.
I knocked again, as loud as I could until my knuckles hurt. The doors were as paper-thin as the walls in that cheap apartment complex. I knew she could hear me.
I yelled through the door. "Ellie, I'm sorry. I came to your room earlier to ask if you wanted to go get something to eat with me. I'm hungry and we have nothing in the house."
No answer.
"Come on, Ell! You can’t stay locked in there forever. Please come out and talk to me." I pleaded. “I’m so sorry. I don’t wanna lose you as a roommate over this. It was an honest mistake.”
I stood there for several minutes. The thoughts I had about watching her masturbate earlier were replaced with thoughts of dread over finding a new roommate. But I knew I had to stand my ground and make her talk about this before she spent too much time alone, thinking about how wrong it was that she was masturbating. I wondered if she was upset that I caught her in such a private moment, or if she had some deep-rooted guilt about getting herself off once in a while. Ellie was a little uptight. It struck me as I stood outside her room that she might be the type who felt bad every time she did it.
Finally, the door opened. Ellie looked down at the floor, sheepishly. Her cheeks were bright red.
"I'm sorry," I said, for what felt like the millionth time.
"It's okay. I'm just so embarrassed.” Her eyes looked like they were filled with tears, although I couldn’t tell for sure because she still refused to make direct eye contact with me.
I sighed. “Are you embarrassed because I caught you, or because you think it’s wrong to do that?”
Her lips pursed as she looked into my eyes for a second, like I had just asked a difficult question.
“I’m not sure,” she said. “Maybe both.” She looked down at the floor again.
“Ellie, you don’t need to be embarrassed. I do it, too. I’m pretty sure everyone does it.”
"But have you ever been caught like that?" she asked. “Because if you have, maybe you’d understand what I’m going through.”
"No, and it's surprising," I laughed. "Because I do it all the time. You'd think someone would've caught me by now." I had masturbated during sex in the past, but I’d never had someone walk in on me in while I was alone before.
Ellie giggled, nervously. "Really?" she smiled, finally able to look me in the eye for more than a second.
"Yeah." I laughed. "Would it help if you walked in on me? Would it make you feel better?"
I laughed even harder. I was being sarcastic.
Ellie’s face lit up. She stared at me, her eyes narrowed.
"Actually, I’m pretty sure that would make me feel better. We’d be even.”
My eyes grew huge as the words came out of her mouth. It wasn’t the answer I expected from her--not at all.
I thought about it briefly. I was surprised by how much the idea turned me on. My own roommate, on whom I already had a bit of a girl crush, wanted me to masturbate in front of her. I was instantly wet.
I didn’t have to think about it for more than a few seconds. "Okay," I told her. "But I'm really gonna go for it. I’ll put what you were doing in there to shame."
"Okay!" She sounded relieved. "It's not fair that you've caught me...... playing.... and I haven't caught you."
"You mean--masturbating--Ellie?" I laughed. Saying the word turned me on even more.
She stared back down at the floor, her cheeks flushed again.
As we stood there in awkward silence, my eyes wandered up and down her body. She was about my height, but she was built much smaller than me. I always hovered around a size 8 or 10. Ellie had to have been a 2 or a 4. But she had these perky little breasts that made me want to touch them as she stood there, looking embarrassed. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her white shirt clung to her chest. It looked like a very comfortable shirt she’d probably owned for years, before her chest developed. Not that she was what I’d call busty, but I was sure those perky B cups didn’t get any complaints from the guys she dated. They sure wouldn’t have gotten any complaints from me.
My own boobs were bigger than hers--C cup, bordering on a D. But mine didn’t elicit complaints from the men around campus either, even if they weren’t as perky and cute as hers. I wondered what it was like to look like her, to be built so small with perky boobs instead of my curvy, fleshy body. Not that I was jealous of her. I just liked to check her out once in a while.
Ellie made an appearance in my fantasies quite regularly--something I knew I could never tell her. I realized an hour after meeting her last year that she was a little uptight, sexually—unlike me. In high school, my friends considered me to be their personal sex therapist. It carried over into college. Ellie and I had discussions once in a while but the topics were usually pretty vanilla. Things like--how to comfortably have anal sex, how to compensate for a guy with a small penis, places on campus to have sex in public without getting caught. Never had we discussed juicy stuff like masturbation or, dare I say it, physical attraction to the same sex.
I wondered sometimes if I was too liberated. I considered myself bisexual to an extent--but I rejected labels. If I met someone, male or female, and there was a mutual attraction, I let things take their natural course. The last sexual encounter I had was with Trevor and Ashley, a really cute couple I met at a keg party at the end of last semester. We went back to his place, which happened to be a room at a frat house, and had the most amazing three-way for hours. Ashley had always wanted to have sex with a woman, and Trevor was more than willing to make that happen for her. But she felt bad about it later and said she didn’t want to do it again, much to my dismay. Trevor still called me and sent text messages once in a while, trying to lure me to his room while she was there, hoping she’d change her mind. But I got the impression that she wasn’t really there and he wanted to cheat on her. So I never followed up.
Since then, I had gone into sexual hibernation. I never felt as horny during the winter as I did the rest of the year. I hated cold weather and hoped to go to graduate school someplace where it was sunny and warm. But, of course, I did have my drawer of toys in my room to keep me occupied. The more I thought about it, I realized Ellie must be deaf or she’d hear the vibrations and moaning coming from my room on a daily basis. I had to get off at least once a day, sometimes more. I tried to keep the moaning to a minimum but there were times I couldn’t help myself.
Ellie was still looking at the floor silently. I wasn’t sure how long I’d been lost in thought. I was afraid she was changing her mind already.
“Ellie? You still wanna do this?” Oh man, I sure hoped so….
She looked startled. “Okay then,” she said, “How do you wanna do this?"
"Let me think," I was getting wetter by the second. My clit was already beckoning for my touch. "Give me three minutes. Then open my bedroom door. But don't expect me to stop what I’m doing, okay? I’m not shy like you.” I smiled.
She let out a short, nervous giggle, her face red again. “That’s fine. I’ll be in there in a few minutes.”
Without another word, I ran off to my room. I couldn't get there fast enough. I practically slammed the door shut and looked at the clock on my dresser. It said 11:06. I wasn't sure what to do. Should I get out a vibrator? A dildo? Get on my hands and knees? Play with my tits? I started to become overwhelmed thinking about my options. I only had three minutes to decide.
My stomach let out another growl, but I ignored it. A wimpy little thing like hunger couldn’t compete with what was going on a little further south of my stomach…
I rummaged through toy drawer. I got out one of my old favorites--a purple vibrator, very plain, but it had some amazing settings.
I knew I needed to take off all my clothes instead of just my bottoms like she had that morning. I was determined to outdo Ellie in every way. Not only to make her feel better about what happened, but because I knew I might not ever get another opportunity like this with her.
The clock now said 11:08. I pulled down my pajama shorts and my underwear and kicked them off on the floor, and took my shirt off over my head. I wasn't wearing a bra.
I hadn't made my bed. I pushed the covers off to the side and laid there, completely exposed, legs spread wide toward the door. I laid the vibrator beside me, but for some reason I didn't feel like using it. I decided my fingers would do just fine. I gently rubbed the lips of my pussy, teasing myself. I used my left hand to squeeze my left nipple. Then I gently massaged my clit. The thought of getting caught on purpose had already gotten me soaked.
The time on the clock was now 11:12. Ellie still hadn't caught me. She's probably shy, I thought. My fingers found their way inside my pussy. I gently started to fuck myself, using my thumb to massage my clit. I knew I had to pace myself or I’d get off before Ellie opened the door. I couldn’t remember the last time I was that horny.
Finally, the door swung open. Ellie stood there, her eyes wide, her mouth hanging open.
"Hey roomie," I breathed. I looked her straight in the eyes as my fingers squeezed my nipples and rubbed my swollen clit. "Told you I wouldn't stop when you caught me."
"I guess we're even now," she said, her eyes making their way down my body.
"Yes, we are." I rubbed my clit, slowly, then quickly. Then I reached my fingers inside myself again. I moaned as my left hand rubbed my nipple and squeezed it. My nipples were extra sensitive that day and I couldn’t stop touching them. Most of the time I didn’t feel the need to touch them at all.
I looked at Ellie. She was staring at my pussy, her mouth open. "I can't believe you're doing this in front of me."
"Well, you could always close the door if you don’t wanna watch," I told her, breathing heavily. "Do you feel better now?"
"Oh yes, definitely. You really do like to do this, huh?" I thought I heard a bit of excitement in her voice.
"Yes. I love it," I answered. "You should see my toy drawer."
"Mmmm..." she moaned. And then slowly, she put her hand under her shirt, making her way to her nipple.
"Don't be shy, Ell," I told her. I had to slow down. The sight of her touching her nipple almost made me come.
She pulled her pants down, slowly, never taking her eyes off my fingers that were tracing the outside of my pussy, taking their time. I noticed she wasn't wearing panties.
Then she pulled her shirt off. Damn, she looked good naked. I had to slow down even more as the sight of her gorgeous body made my pussy ache. I wondered how she might react if I threw her down on the bed and put my face between her legs.
She put her left foot up on a chair I kept by the door and reached her right hand down between her legs to rub herself. I smiled as I stopped to watch her.
“Why did you stop?” she asked. She started to draw her hand away from between her thighs.
“No! Go ahead. I just wanted to watch you, that’s all. I don’t wanna get off too soon,” I laughed.
Ellie smiled, and reached between her thighs again, using one finger to trace from her clit down to her opening, and then back up again, slowly. Her left hand found its way to her perky right breast. I was so jealous of that hand. There was something so sexy about her tits. I thought about reaching out and massaging both of them, feeling her hard nipples between my fingers. The thought of it made me reach for my own nipples again. I used a hand on each of them, pinching my nipples.
The entire area between my thighs started to beg for attention.
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