lynn.

           Lynn was my roommate's best friend.

Lynn had dirty blond hair; light, fresh curls that looked like they belonged to a child, always with the appearance that she had just washed them.  Delicate features, except for the bump in the bridge of her nose, which gave her an exotic look.  Creamy white complexion, slender figure; she was a dancer, I believe.  Wore sundresses that were just transparent enough to see the outline of her body through them.

I began to really notice Lynn, when she started disrespecting our apartment, when she came over.  She would leave the milk in the fridge with only a drop left, leave the common rooms littered with her dirty dishes and food wrappers, and consistently use up all the hot water in the shower.  Once she even used my towel, which I found soaking wet, and thrown on the bathroom floor.  I took her for the spoiled, prissy type; very beautiful, and probably an only child, who got away with a lot.  As non-confrontational as I am, I would only stare and scowl at her, sending her mental messages to put the lid back on the toothpaste.  I realized that there was also some jealousy on my part, but only that; I longed for her beauty, the privileged life I imagined her to have, and her easy going nature.  Soon, I became obsessed, vigilantly documenting every trespass, which seemed to escalate into personal slights.  Eventually, I brought the list to my roommate, who had already spoken to Lynn several times about how particular I am about the cleanliness of the apartment.  She said she would speak to her again, specifically about the incidents where she seems to be coming into my room, without my permission, to ‘use my computer’.  In the meantime, I seethed; lying in bed at night, listening to her wild laugh through the bedroom door.  I tried to fall asleep that night, but was surprised to find myself wet, and masturbated thinking about her. 

The next day, I come into my bedroom, to find a pair of Lynn’s underwear lying in the middle of the floor.  I am completely shocked by her gall.  I crouch to pick them up, and they’re warm; she’s worn them very recently.  I know I should recoil at this, but instead, I bring them to my face, and breathe in her scent.  The cotton is soft against my cheek, and I close my eyes.  I hear the floor creak, and turn; she's already behind me.  I quickly drop them, and stand up.  "Lynn,” I order, with defensive retaliation, “pick those up."  I point, trying to give her a steely gaze.  She looks at me, and smiles, casually leaning on the door frame.  "Your underwear, Lynn.  Now.  Please."  Her eyebrow raises, but she still doesn't make a move.  She's really testing my patience.  "Lynn. Now," I say through my teeth.  She considers something for a moment, then, finally, bends to pick them up.  "Thank you.  You know, from now on, I really don't think you should--" and I get hit it the face with something.  I look at what has fallen into my hands.  Her underwear!  She's flung her underwear at me!  My face goes scarlet; my mouth open, but no sound coming out.  

Lynn, looking quite proud of herself, takes this opportunity to step forward, seal her lips around mine, and plunge her tongue deep into my mouth.  I find myself aggressively and longingly returning the kiss, putting all my formerly misplaced energy into it.  Bound by our hungry lips and tongues, she walks me backwards to the bed, and pushes me onto my back.  She immediately grab my pants, and pulls the fly open, all the while giving me the same wet kisses on my exposed hip bones, and soon, hard ones, over my underwear, forcefully pressing her chin and mouth against my pussy.  I want her so badly, I arch my back and thrust into her face.  I lift my hips off the bed, and she pulls my pants down over my ass; enough to completely reveal my underwear, but pinning my legs shut with the remainder of my jeans.  At which point, she pulls down my underwear as well, and slides her tongue between the closed lips of my pussy.  She’s driving me crazy teasing me; and she smiles as I fight to escape her hold.  Instead, she flips me onto my stomach, giving her a full view of my ass, which she aggressively kisses, almost bites.  I manage to get onto my knees,  but she still has a vice grip on my legs, and I lean into her as she licks me from behind.  After a moment, she releases me, but only because it’s time to return the favour.  

I see her lift her dress, and can picture her naked body so perfectly even now; the combination of her creamy skin, and soft pink nipples remind me of strawberry yogurt.  She tastes just as sweet.  I am stunned by her beauty, but she misinterprets it, and teases, “You look surprised that I’m not wearing any underwear!”  I blush at the memory of her catching me sniffing them, and she takes my face into her hands, and leads it towards her breasts.  I lick her nipples, and feel them go hard against my lips.  I continue to play with them, as my mouth wanders down her stomach, tongue dancing over her inner thighs, as she lays back and spreads her legs for me.  Her clit is more pronounced than mine, the same creamy shade of pink as her nipples, and I easily find it with my finger, then my tongue.  I'm surprised at how wet she is at first, and, trying not to get too messy, I keep licking her without letting the rest of my mouth touch.  It's soon clear she wants more, and watching her beautiful body writhe and arch, listening to her sweet breath quicken into moans, is so sexy to me, that I forget myself; that I'm not only eager to watch her respond as I press my face completely against her pussy, but I lose myself in her, plunging my tongue in as deeply as I can.  I use my fingers to tease the opening of her, she breathes, "yes, yes, yes".  While keeping a medium, deliberate pace on her clit with my tongue, she suddenly goes silent, her body tenses as she grabs my hair, cries out, her pussy's muscles contracting as she comes, then completely slackens, falling back on the bed. I move up to meet her, and she kisses me deeply on the mouth, wrapping her arms and legs around me.  I rest my head on her shoulder, while she lay back and close her eyes.  With my leg upon her, I can’t help but thrust against her side, beginning to kiss her neck, eager for my orgasm.  

 But not before long, and to my dismay, Lynn starts to softly snore.