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Galinda moaned softly, her fingers grazing her center through her underwear. At the sound, she glanced towards the door, waiting for the knob to turn and open, sighing and settling deeper into her mattress when it didn’t. Elphaba wouldn’t return for another hour, allowing Galinda to finally settle the deep want between her thighs and deep in her core, something that wouldn’t truly be resolved until that wicked witch got her hands on her. Until then, Galinda would have to make do.
It was difficult to not become sexually frustrated when she and Elphie hardly spent a moment apart, even more difficult at the fact that Elphaba was the cause of her sexual fantasies. She wanted to drown herself in the green skin of the other woman, to taste her lips and get lost in the flavor. However, for as much as she loved the girl, she couldn’t take a single hint. Everytime, without fail, that Galinda slipped her hand a little further down Elphaba’s spine the girl would blabber loudly, coming up with a quick excuse to leave while burning red.
It frustrated her to no end. Galinda was forced to relieve herself in the showers, biting her palm to prevent her sounds from slipping as she fingered her own clit, praying to Lurline that no one would hear her.
She sighed softly as she palmed at her clothed cunt again, pressing against the wetness pooling in her underwear. Her hips chased after her hand, wanting more but Galinda wanted to drag out her own pleasure as far as she could. Afterall, it wasn’t often that Elphaba didn’t spend every night cooped up in their dorm, hunched over a book while playing with her nails, unknowingly causing Galinda lots of frustration. Galinda barely ever had a chance to relieve herself. She made sure to give Elphaba plenty of alone time just in case, or in other words, she spent lots of time with her friends outside of her dorm.
Her free hand slowly moved down her chest, caressing her nipple just barely, moaning softly when the pink bud hardened quickly, rubbing against her shirt when she brushed it again. She moaned out loud again, the sound making her blush a dark red, pleased that she didn’t have to silence herself. The feeling of releasing her sounds of pleasure was electrifying, adding to the powerful feeling.
She bit her lip with a whimper as she imagined what Elphaba might do if she walked in right now, likely the girl would turn red and storm out quickly, but Galinda could fantasize other outcomes. She closed her eyes to imagine Elphaba slowly closing the door behind her, locking it with a loud click before stalking towards Galinda like she was prey. She’d chastise Galinda for not asking for help and pull her into a deep kiss, licking into her mouth and groping over her Galinda’s breasts.
Galinda gasped loudly, a guttural moan leaving her lips as she used both her hands to fondle her boobs just like fantasy Elphaba. She could almost taste Elphaba on her lips, the imaginary sensation of Elphaba’s tongue against her own driving her crazy with need. She’d haunt all of Oz forever if she died before experiencing the real thing.
Falling back into her thoughts, she imagined how she’d finally catch her bearings, kissing Elphaba back with all the force in the world. She would straddle her thigh to pull her even closer, in reality, she placed a frilly, pink pillow between her thighs, rocking her hips slowly against the plush. She shuddered at the stimulation against her pussy, a pleasured gasp escaping her lips. “Oh, Elphie.”
She gripped her headboard with one hand as she jerked her hips harder against the pillow, searching for the perfect rhythm while her other hand tweaked at a pebbled nipple through her nightgown. She could almost hear Elphaba praising her through her actions, a green hand on her hand pushing and pulling her to ride her green thigh even harder. “Just like that, my sweet.” She’d say, “Don’t hold back. Let me hear you.”
“Elphie! Please don’t stop!” Galinda cried, humping the pillow even faster than before. She could feel her arousal seeping in her panties, making a mess that she would be embarrassed of if she had the mind to care. Instead, the warm wet slip of her precum against the fabric provided the perfect amount of friction, making her eyes roll back into her head with a loud groan. “Oh, Elphaba.”
She didn’t care who could hear her next door, well maybe she would care later, but now she let her sounds be heard. She wanted to mouth over Elphaba’s neck, to press kisses down her collarbone and suck hickies into her breasts. To have her taste on her tongue would be thrilling, she was positive that she’d be her favorite flavor. The idea had her hips bucking even harder, tears filling her eyes at the intensity. She threw her head back, her thighs quivering as she got closer and closer to her orgasm.
Possibly because it was the first time in weeks that she actually had a chance to properly please herself, but she wasn’t sure she had ever felt her clit throb like it was currently. The wetness seeping out of her seemed never ending, soaking through onto her pillow and causing her thighs to slick. Her throat was hoarse from the moans that spilled from her, her grip on the headboard damn near splintering the wood.
“Elphie, please please just like that, yeah. Yes! Don’t stop,” She babbled nonsense, grinding down on the pillow hard enough to squish her clit, her entire body trembling. “I’m so close, oh, so close.”
Images of Elphaba flashed through her mind, the way Elphie would always bite her lip and look away after being called beautiful, the way Elphaba would smirk after answering a question correctly in class, or finally the way Elphaba looked after sparring practice. Her entire chest flushed while heaving for breath, sweat dripping from her hairline and her plump lips parted as she gasped air. Galinda could picture that same Elphaba towering over her currently, a glint in her green eyes as sweat fell onto the blonde in droplets. “Cum for me, my love.”
Galinda’s cry got lodged in her throat, her entire body seizing as she spilled on the pillow, the frilly pink transforming into a sopping, wet mess. She shook while her orgasm took over, her muscles spasmed and she was unable to think or breathe, white flashing behind her eyelids. Her skin flushed pink everywhere, a sheen of sweat making her glow in the lamplight.
When she finally managed to come down, a loud sob finally escaped her as she collapsed forward. Her body twitched with the aftermath as the last bit of wetness poured from within her, thoroughly soaking her dress and her pillow. Tears spilled from her eyes as she gasped for air, never having experienced an orgasm so strong. She would chase it for the rest of her life, she was sure of it. Her legs shook for minutes as she laid on the rest of her pillows, her eyelids heavy with exhaustion. She knew she had to clean up her mess before Elphaba returned but she couldn’t trust her legs to carry her anywhere.
She shivered at the chill that swept in from the open window, something that Elphaba insisted on to keep the air in the room fresh. She wanted nothing more than to curl up into her blankets and ignore the mess, but she knew she had to act fast. Elphaba would probably walk in any minute and see her in her ruined dress with a pillow between her legs.
Reluctantly, she pulled the soaking pillow away, shuddering at the cool air against her drenched panties, another thing she’d have to fix before calling it a night. With careful movements she swung her legs over the bed, laughing softly when her legs still trembled under her weight, nearly sending her to the floor.
It took longer than she had expected, the disgust of peeling away her sticky panties would stay with her for days, but she was finally curled in her bed with clean clothes and the lights off, exhaustion fully seeping into her bones. Just when her eyes finally closed, she heard the door click softly. She was ready to greet Elphaba but noticed how the girl immediately quieted her movements, believing her roommate to be fast asleep.
Galinda went with it, feigning sleep while Elphaba moved around the room as silently as she could. Guilt settled deep in her gut at the politeness of Elphaba, suddenly ashamed for picturing her the way she had for the past hour. She wondered, deep down, if Elphaba pictured her in the same way or if she was just an awful person. She fought to stay awake, to force an apology from her lips but it was futile. In the quiet of the night, and the glow of her orgasm, she was quickly lulled to sleep, the last thing she heard was Elphaba’s voice, a quiet whisper in the dark. “Sweet dreams, my sweet.”