This might be weird but I think it’s so hot...

One annoying thing that everyone experiences at college but nobody ever acknowledges out loud is trying to find time to get off. Memorizing your roomie’s schedule, nonchalantly asking where they are going and when they’ll be back, hoping they don’t show up early, etc.

With many classes now going hybrid and various events being canceled or restricted, my roomie and I had even less time to ourselves and are almost always in the room together.

Layne (my roomie) and I have a bit of history anyways. It’s a bit of a long story but we are much more comfortable with each other than the average girl roommates, which already says a lot. It didn’t take long after colleges reopened last fall for us to realize that trying to be sneaky wasn’t going to work. We both own toys and there’s simply no avoiding the tell-tale signs of a girl engaging in some self-love when you are packed together in a tiny room.

We decided to just drop the act and agree: if we want to get off we’ll get off, no reason to be embarrassed!

The first test fell to me. A couple days after the agreement Layne was at one of her two in person classes, so I kicked back in bed to do the deed. I lost track of time and she returned to find me with my legs spread, hitachi in one hand and my phone in the other. We both froze for a second, but then I smiled and dropped my phone to give her a funny little finger-wave. She sighed and chuckled. She dropped her back, walked to the side of my bed and ran her nails along my inner thigh while playfully berating me for being so horny after only a couple weeks back at school. I’d been watching porn but her touch was all I needed; I couldn’t even think of a proper response because my head was rolling across my pillow while I orgasmed.

Since then scenes like this have become a regular thing. It’s not uncommon for one of us to return to the room and find the other sprawled out on the bed. Or to wake up and here a faint buzz or heavy breathing from the other’s bed. We might be doing homework, or watching something, or I’ll be gaming, and we’ll just reach down our pants or lose them altogether.

Sometimes we pretend it’s not happening, sometimes we’ll trade jokes or banter to lighten the mood, and sometimes we’ll hype each other up and offer compliments, or stare and enjoy the show. Oftentimes the sight or sound of one of us having fun will result in the second girl joining in too.

During one of our “Wellness Days” Layne and I basically ended up in a masturbation marathon. After a much needed sleep-in we both woke up with the same idea: get off! As the day crept on, neither of us bothered to get dressed beyond sweatshirts, because every half hour to an hour one of us would inevitably start playing with ourselves again. Eventually we just found a porn we both liked and put it up on the TV while using our vibrators in my bed together. We were drenched in sweat with our legs draped over each other, fucking ourselves and playing with our clits to draw out orgasm after orgasm. It wasn’t until the sun started setting that we finally decided to give our bodies a break, air out the room, shower, and eat.

Until another round started later that night!