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The late afternoon sun shines in from the narrow window of your dorm room as you lay in the comfort of your sheets. It’s Friday, fucking finally. You’re done with exams, surviving through it all (hopefully; you really don’t want to think about the classes you may or may not have fumbled).
Your last exam was actually yesterday, early in the morning. But once you finished, you couldn’t be arsed to hang out with anyone, not even your best mate Jesse.
No, you couldn’t fight the fatigue that had been plaguing you for the past 11 days of exam season. So as you turned in your paper alongside Jesse and you both walked out the hall, you bid him a tired goodbye, and him, observing your greasy hair and deep eye bags, let you go with a pat on the back. God bless fellow computer science students who don’t bother showering (Jesse wasn’t one of them, but he didn’t judge).
After an 8-hour nap, a full-body shower, and burritos ordered in, you felt somewhat like a human again. Then you fell asleep for another 12 hours, and now here you are, cozied up and trying to not fall back asleep lest you start getting a headache.
Your phone buzzes with a notification, and then another, and you pat at the mound of blankets in search of the device as it keeps buzzing. Finding it, you quickly tap on the notification to read the messages.
Dina: Yoooo
Dina: Are you done hibernating?
Dina: Y/nnnnn!
Dina: Me n boyfie wanna get dinner with the peeps tonite
Dina: You down?
You smile at your phone, exasperated. Dina, just like you, had been a little MIA during the exams. You can’t understand how she always has enough energy after everything. And “boyfie”? Seems like tough times calls for getting back with her on-and-off again partner.
Y/n: Jesse didn’t tell me you were back together already ;)
Dina: Noooot the point!
Dina: So are you down or nott
Y/n: How many ppl are gonna be there?
Dina: Like 5 or smth. Ellie’s gonna be there too Jesse said.
You try not to let your heart skip too much at that message. Ellie’s gonna be there huh?
Y/n: How on earth did he convince her? Lol
Y/n: But yea I’m down
Dina: That’s my girl! Never asking where or when, just saying yes heheheh
Y/n: You know me. I luv hanging out with my fwends u3u
Dina: [rolling eyes emoji] Okay bet
Dina: I’ll share location l8r! Standby at like 6pm-ish ok?
Y/n: You got it
Just as your thumb hovers over the power button, another notification pops up.
Ellie: Hey, you home?
You bite your finger, feeling your face warm up.
Y/n: Sure am. What’s up?
You wait for a reply, but the only thing that comes is two knocks on your dorm room door, making you jump in surprise. You scramble to get up from the bed, trying futilely to tidy your hair a bit.
“Hold up!” you say loudly to the person on the other side of the door as you slip your slippers on.
You take 5 large steps to the front door and swing it open, revealing the stuff of your wet dreams.
It’s Ellie, standing there with a slight upturn of a smile on her lips. Her hair is done half up and half down in the way that you like the most, and she’s wearing a dark green flannel unbuttoned over a cream tank.
“Ellie! I-I wasn’t expecting you so early!” you exclaim as you get your first glimpse of your friend for the first time in almost two weeks. Unable to contain your excitement, you envelop her in a hug.
The brunette’s hands automatically go to your waist for stability. “Oh? Uh, did I get the time wrong?” she questions awkwardly.
“What time is it?” you ask, head still buried in her shoulder.
“12:35.”
“Oh shoot,” you grunt, finally letting her go. “I completely lost track of time. Sorry ‘bout that Els. Come in, come in.”
Taking her by the hand, you drag her in and lock the door behind you. Ellie chuckles at your embarrassment. “That’s so not like you, Ms. Must-Be-On-Time.”
You wave your hand and laugh lamely. “Oh you’d be surprised how much time escapes me these past few weeks. I would’ve missed my last exam because, get this, I thought it was scheduled at 10am! And you know when it actually was? 7:30 in the fucking morning, Ellie. I would’ve missed it if I wasn’t such a time freak and set an alarm for 7am and offhandedly checked my calendar. The way I almost shit myself when I had only 30 minutes… oh you wouldn’t want to see me like that.”
Ellie laughs through your whole rant from her place on your desk chair. “I actually would like to see that. I’m sure it was funny as hell, Y/n.”
“It wasn’t!” you reply with fake offense as you lower yourself onto your bed again.
Ellie smiles anyway, turning her attention to the stack of papers on your desk — notes of logic gates and automation machines in your scraggly handwriting. “I can never understand the shit you’re learning, Y/n. You’re so smart.”
“Oh please,” you blush. “Ellie, you study fuckin’... machines and shit. I would be dead if we were in, like, an… apocalypse. And I needed to fix a car.”
“You wouldn’t die. I’ll protect you, Y/n.” She says it so earnestly you get almost-dizzy.
That’s the thing about Ellie, isn’t it? She’s so pure. You almost couldn’t believe that this scary-looking girl that Jesse and Dina introduced as one of their friends was this sweet. It took a while for your awkward self to get truly close to her, which wasn’t helped by the fact that you thought she was insanely attractive. It just so happened that she was also an awkward ass who was also insanely attracted to you.
“So, we’re going to dinner with Dina and friends later, yeah?” you ask. Ellie replies with a hum of agreement, but she sounds distracted and her eyes don’t meet yours, nor are they looking at the mess on your desk anymore.
You feel your face getting warmer when you realize her gaze is locked on the bare expanse of your legs. And then it isn’t just your face, but your belly that feels warm with a desire you’ve pushed to the back of your head for the past two weeks. The two weeks that you nor Ellie could go to each other’s dorms due to your busy schedules. The reason that you invited her over last night — before you fell right back asleep — was not just so the both of you could talk and rant about exams, no. It was for a far more exciting endeavor.
“Whatcha lookin at babe?”
Ellie’s face reddens, but she doesn’t look away. You rub your feet against your calves before tucking them under your bum. “I have something to show you.”
Ever so obedient, Ellie doesn’t try to say anything unnecessary. She simply straightens herself on your chair, a signal that she’s ready for whatever you have for her.
Taking a sharp breath, you get up from the bed and slowly bend over to take off your shorts. As you straighten, the lumpy hoodie you’ve been wearing slides down and covers most of your pelvis, giving Ellie only a fraction of a second to see the black number on your private parts.
But that glimpse is enough, and she looks up at your face in shock and, to your satisfaction, arousal.
“Wh—” she starts, but you shush her. Not waiting for another moment, you drag the hoodie up and over your head before throwing it to the floor, letting Ellie’s eyes take in your body fully, from the lace bra that barely covers your nipples to the curve of your waist, downwards until it stops at —
“Fuck,” Ellie whimpers as you walk towards her. She lets you take her hand and guide it between your legs, feeling the soft folds of your vulva on her fingertips. What you’re wearing can’t be possibly classified as underwear; the panties are lacy and just for show, highlighted by the lack of any material covering your pussy.
You smile at Ellie’s surprise, sensing her spike in arousal. “You like it.”
The taller girl breathes out shakily. She doesn’t answer because you didn’t ask; it was a statement and an obvious one at that.
So she continues rubbing her hand gently on it. Feeling its warmth and slight wetness the longer she plays with it. She’s fully zoned in on your pussy now, continuing to play with your clit and occasionally thumbing at the lace around it with her other hand nestled on your hip.
Just as she deems you wet enough to put a finger in, you gently push her away. She stands there, disoriented as she watches you hop over to the bed and sit down on it, waiting.
“Come here, pretty girl,” you say sweetly, feeling emboldened with a pleased smile on your lips when Ellie obeys without a word, undoing her belt and jeans, letting it fall to the floor so she’s left in her boxer-style underwear.
You pat your thigh as if calling a dog over, and Ellie’s ears redden as she sits down on your lap, steadying herself with her hands on your shoulders.
“Hm.” You admire the sight of her on your lap, the weight of her pressing down on you as she shyly looks down at your body.
It’s funny to see Ellie so affected. Despite almost three months of casual fucking, you rarely get to see her truly vulnerable and wanton. And you’ve never done anything like this with her; the lingerie. Never have done something this special for her, and Ellie appreciates it.
“Baby…” You’re brought back to the present by Ellie’s whining. And the obvious labored way she’s breathing.
“Oh, Ellie. You got wet so quickly,” you crow, sliding a hand down to cup her through her underwear and simultaneously feeling more wetness spill between your own legs, dampening the mattress. “Wanna fuck me so bad, hm? You look so stupid when you’re desperate like this.”
Ellie pouts, giving you her best puppy-eyes. “Yes, yes, Y/n. I want it, please—”
“I know you do, puppy. Get on your knees for me?”
At the nickname, Ellie’s breath hitches. She stumbles a bit as she gets off your lap and onto the floor. Your thighs are slightly cramped due to her weight; the muscles built from hours in the gym and her work garage, where grease and oil smear the soft skin underneath.
On the floor on her knees, Ellie is face-to-face with a sight she hopes to never forget. Your pussy is wet with arousal, inviting Ellie to come closer. She gulps. “M-may I?”
You smile, gently grabbing her short ponytail and positioning your hips closer to the edge. “You may, baby.”
“Thankyou,” she mumbles incoherently before all but shoving her face between your legs.
You moan loudly in surprise of how desperate your lover is. Ellie uses her hands to keep your legs open as she noses and licks along your folds, taking in the scent and taste of it unabashedly.
She swirls her tongue over and around your swollen clit in a restrained gentleness, over and over until you’re jolting with each pass. She doesn’t ask before she lets one of your thighs go in favor of circling your hole, which is drenching the sheets at this point. At the first finger shallowly pushing inside, you breathe out a trembling moan.
“P-put it in, baby. I can take t-two,” you usher, hoping that she’ll obey. You can’t really stand this arousal anymore. You need it, now.
“Okay, mommy,” is all Ellie says before she’s back to putting her lips on you, two fingers pressed against your entrance. She swirls and teases for a second, then seems to not be able to take it herself and plunges the two digits in, making you yelp.
The sound is sinful. It’s squelching from all the wetness and Ellie’s fingers. Oh god, Ellie’s fingers. They’re long and decently thick, easily filling you up more than your own fingers can. And she’s getting damn good at using them. You can’t believe that she’s improved so much over the course of three months.
You were her first time. Back then, Ellie was so unsure and shy, despite the trust she had for you. She was always worried about hurting you or doing something wrong. But you led by example, making her feel so good and letting her let loose, showing her what sex is like. It was fun for you to teach her and learn her body. Sometimes, when you felt kinky, you would call these “lessons”.
Wanna have a lesson later at my place? We can review that thing I taught you last week ^-^
And Ellie would blush from head to toe. She ate it up. Her exterior started crumbling and this desperate, puppy-like side of her started to show up. It is a recent development, and you were ever so happy to see it. Ellie had shown a preference to being a giver despite being led, so you let her, and you gave back the way that she liked; dressing up pretty, giving praises, aftercare, and a safe space for her to explore.
Now, in the present day, you decide that you should do this lingerie thing more often. Not too much so that it loses its novelty quickly, but maybe for special occasions. Yeah.
Ellie’s fingers are going hard inside you, in and out, her lips and tongue fighting her own fingers for a taste of your slick. She’s noisy, and you love it. You’re fully moaning and panting at her ministrations, slowly propping yourself on your elbows.
Ellie notices this and takes her mouth off you fully for the first time. Her fingers are still inside as she climbs up on the bed to hover over you, bending down to catch a slick-sweet kiss. You smile and hum into it, pushing your body further up the bed and moaning at the sensation of fingers still deep inside you.
“You really like it, Ellie?”
The brunette blushes as she looks down at the way her fingers disappear in your hole.
“Yeah, Y/n. You look so pretty.” Her green eyes are lustful as they trace your body up to your face. “I really like it. Thank you.”
Unexpectedly, she slips her fingers out of you, and you gasp at the sudden emptiness. Ellie doesn’t break eye contact as she, perhaps feeling emboldened, sticks the two fingers into her mouth and moans at the taste.
You moan at the display. Ellie smiles, satisfied, and swirls her tongue around a third finger. Before you can process it, she’s shoving three digits, stretching your walls with her girth.
“Oh— fuck—!” And Ellie gets relentless, fucking her fingers deep into you as she captures your mouth for a heated kiss. She bites and sucks until your lips are swollen and, after she deems it red enough, starts biting and sucking her way down your neck until her lips meet the coarse material of the lace bra.
You are about to offer to take it off, but you don’t get to because she’s sucking your nipples through the bra. You moan helplessly, at the way she’s gnawing at your breasts and wetting it through the lace. You don’t notice when she unhooks the back of it, letting it loose but not bothering to take it fully off you.
“You’re making me so crazy, Y/n…” She pushes the offending garment up with one hand to expose your nipple so she can suck it properly, one hand still pumping inside and the other exploring your back before settling on gripping your waist in a hug, pulling your bodies closer together.
“Ellie, baby— fuck, I’m really gonna c—”
“Yes please, mommy. Fucking come on my fingers,” she says harshly, breathlessly. She doesn’t seem to be in control of herself anymore, just desperate to make you come.
And in a few short pumps, you do, grabbing her arms through the flannel shirt and screaming her name as spurts of your cum gush out, drenching Ellie’s arms, her tattoo. You tell her to not stop, that you need to ride this out, and she obeys.
After almost a whole minute, you grab her arm to stop.
Ellie’s face is dazed. “Fuck, that was…”
“So good,” you laugh, covering your eyes with your arm as you lay back. “Fuck, Ellie. You were a beast there.”
Ellie laughs shyly, propping her dirty arm on her knee.
“I take it I did well then?” she asks teasingly.
You roll your eyes. “Amazing. I know the nap is gonna hit after this. Come here, you.”
She lays by your side, her head on your outstretched arm.
“We need to clean up and set an alarm for 5pm if we’re gonna take a nap,” Ellie mumbles.
Just then, your phone buzzes, and you lazily feel around for it until Ellie grunts and retrieves it for you with a quiet ‘lazy ass…’.
You giggle and open the message.
Dina: What do you guys think about the Italian place we went to last month?
Y/n: Who is this ‘you guys’?
Dina: I just assumed Ellie’s over there too since she hasn’t replied to our messages
Dina: That’s a fair assumption methinks :3
Y/n: You smartass. And yeah, that place’s good.
Dina: HAH! You didn’t say I’m wrong so I’m RIGHT!
Y/n: Shut up. Meet you there at 6?
Dina: Yessir
“She’s so annoying,” Ellie laughs when you show her the texts.
“Sure is,” you agree with a smile. “Hey, how about we set that alarm for 4 so we can pop by the bookstore near there before we meet ‘em?”
Ellie’s eyes seem to brighten at the suggestion, and she wriggles like an excited puppy. “I’ve been eyeing the new volume of—”
“I know, babe. And I’m gonna buy it for you as a… congrats-for-finishing-exams gift.”
Ellie hits your stomach lightly. “No way. Then I’ll get you your boba for the next 2 weeks in return.”
“Deal.”
You and Ellie wash up and change into more comfortable clothes. And as Ellie snuggles beside you after setting the alarm, you smile into her hair, thinking how lucky you are to see this side of her.
One day. One day you’ll ask her to be your girlfriend. With that thought, you drift off into sleep in her arms.