My roommate Kara is mind-numbingly hot.

She plays soccer, so she has a round ass and amazing legs. Her hair is long and silky, and she tends to walk around our apartment braless. It drives me crazy to see her tight nipples poking through her thin t-shirts. I want to bite them, then rip her clothes off and plunge my fingers into her pussy.

Kara has always known I’m a lesbian, but she always claimed to be straight. Obstacles aside, I’ve had a filthy fantasy since we started living together of giving Kara her first girl-on-girl action. It takes a woman to know how to pleasure a woman, and I know I could make Kara scream.

We have regular movie nights. Popcorn, cozy pajamas, the works. She always sits on the couch next to me wearing an oversized soccer jersey and shorts, so close I can smell her strawberry shampoo. The way she giggles when we watch comedies is adorable, and I love the way she covers her eyes and squeals when we watch horror movies. I’m infatuated with her and have been for the three years we’ve lived together.

Lately, though, Kara’s been a little weird around me. I caught her looking at me when I came back from the pool in my bikini, and she’s started blushing whenever I get too close. I’ve been testing these reactions, deliberately brushing against her in the kitchen or accidentally letting my towel “slip” after a shower. Once she licked her lips when I stretched in front of her. (My tight white T-shirt was see-through, and I don’t wear bras around the house, either.) Her reactions have been driving me insane. My roommate suddenly getting the hots for me would be the kind of miracle that would send me to my knees to praise the angels — after properly eating Kara out, of course.

At our most recent movie night, I was wearing my usual flannel PJ bottoms and tank top, but Kara came out of her room dressed differently than normal. Instead of a soccer jersey, she was wearing a crop top and tiny athletic shorts with white stripes down the sides that ended at the crease between her ass and thigh. As she went into the kitchen to microwave popcorn, I couldn’t stop staring. My pussy throbbed as I imagined tugging one leg of those tiny shorts aside and sliding my tongue over her cunt.

She returned with the popcorn and caught me staring. “What?” she asked.

“Is that shirt new?” I asked. What else was I supposed to say? Your ass in those shorts is the eighth wonder of the world. I want to worship you with my mouth. Yeah, no.

She flipped her hair over her shoulder, looking self-conscious. “Yeah. It’s been hot lately.”

The apartment hadn’t seemed particularly hot to me until now, but if Kara needed to strip nearly naked to be more comfortable, I would not protest.

She settled in next to me. “What are we watching?” she asked.

“I don’t know. Some indie flick. I think it’s a coming-of-age story.” I was lying. I knew exactly what this movie was — one of the most explicit lesbian love stories ever filmed. It was the perfect opportunity to make Kara watch women fucking each other. This was one way to test my theory that Kara was harboring secret gay thoughts.

We settled in as the movie started playing. Two adorable teen girls falling in love. And then…

Kara shifted in her seat. “Wow,” she said. “That’s really explicit.”

“Yeah,” I agreed, trying not to sound too smug. “I had no idea.”

As the sex scene intensified and showed no signs of stopping, I glanced at Kara out of the corner of my eye. Her nipples were hard beneath her tiny shirt, and she was breathing rapidly. Then the muscles in her stomach clenched. I bet her pussy squeezed just as hard.

I was so turned-on. I wanted to finger myself while Kara rode my face. “Are you doing all right?” I asked, sliding my arm along the back of the couch.

Kara turned to look at me. Her pupils were dilated, and her lips were damp from where she’d licked them. “Is that what… ” she started to say, then trailed off.

“What?”

She cleared her throat. “Is that what you do in the bedroom?”

I grinned, slow and predatory. “Oh, I do far more than that in the bedroom.”

Kara’s cheeks turned pink.

I leaned in, brushing my lips against her ear. “Have you ever been with a woman?” I whispered.

Kara shook her head no. I drew back until our faces were only inches apart. Her gaze flickered to my lips, and she shifted again, probably rubbing her stiffened clit against the cushions. I pressed my advantage. “Do you want to know how it feels?” I asked.

Kara bit her lip, looking between me and the stimulating scene on TV. “Yes,” she admitted.

Triumph rolled through me. This was really happening. I slid my hand into her hair. “Do you want me to show you?”

She nodded and closed her eyes. “Yes.”

“Kara fisted her hands in my hair and tugged, and the sweet sting of pain made my pussy clench.”

I wasn’t about to waste another second. I kissed her, sucking her plump bottom lip until she opened for me. My tongue slid into her mouth, tangling with hers, and then it was like Kara snapped. She moaned and climbed into my lap, straddling me as she sucked my tongue enthusiastically. Her hips worked in a rhythmic pattern, and I shifted her until she was riding my thigh. She was so wet, and the shorts were so short, that her frantic undulations left wet streaks on my pajama bottoms. I’d known hooking up with Kara would be hot, but I’d never guessed she’d get this wild this fast. My head was practically spinning.

Kara pulled my shirt off over my head and moaned. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” she said. She cupped my breasts, alternately kneading them and pinching my stiff nipples.

I laughed, then groaned as her hot mouth sealed over my nipple. “Oh, sweetie, you have no idea.”

I needed to touch her. I stripped her shirt off and beheld those perfect tits. They were full, with rosy nipples that jutted out, begging for my mouth. I sucked her nipple and swirled my tongue over it, then bit the tip. Her hips jerked, and I switched to the other nipple. Kara fisted her hands in my hair and tugged, and the sweet sting of pain made my pussy clench.

The popcorn bowl went flying as I flipped her onto her back on the couch. I stripped her tiny shorts off and was rewarded with the sight of her pussy, which was bare except for a hot little landing strip. Naughty Kara hadn’t worn panties to movie night.

I stripped my own bottoms off, then my underwear, and then I settled on top of her, straddling one of her thighs. I rubbed myself up and down her leg, sending sparking pleasure from my clit through the rest of my body. As I ground against her, I slid my hand up her leg until I was touching her pussy. I rubbed her stiff clit in circles and Kara cried out, tossing her head on the couch cushion. Then I pressed a finger into her.

The first touch of Kara was heaven: wet, hot, silky. Her vaginal walls contracted around my finger. I added a second finger, and she bucked up into me. With my other hand, I started rubbing her clit again, and as I did, I crooked the fingers inside her forward, hoping to brush that miraculous spot some girls felt so keenly.

Kara cried out. “More,” she begged me.

Fuck, this was hot. I kept massaging her G-spot and working her clit, and when I couldn’t take it anymore, I replaced the fingers on her clit with my mouth. When I licked the stiffened nub, Kara’s hands shot into my hair. She pulled me hard against her. She tasted delicious — that indefinable mix of salty, sweet, and tangy that makes eating pussy so sublime. I pumped my fingers inside her as I sucked her clit, and then I pulled them out so I could stick my tongue as deep inside her as I could manage.

She shoved me back and sat up, and I almost protested until I saw the gleam in her eyes. Her cheeks were rosy, her hair tangled. Then she said five words that almost made me orgasm: “I want to taste you.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice. “Turn around,” I told her. “Let’s 69.”

I lay back on the couch as Kara climbed over me. She turned and backed up, and then that round, sexy ass was in my face.

I admired the view and then buried my head in her pussy. I gripped her cheeks in both hands, using her ass as leverage to grind her against my face.

Then her head dipped down and Kara got her first taste of pussy. Her tongue felt so fucking good against my wet skin. She paused, then did it again. Then she moaned and began eating me out with the enthusiasm and natural talent of a woman who was born to fuck other women. She licked and sucked me, bit my inner thighs, and even nipped my clit gently. I swore and writhed against her, but she gripped my thighs and held me down as she swirled her tongue on my sweet spot.

I was so turned-on that it was a struggle to maintain my own technique, but I’d be damned if I came first. I set in with a vengeance, sliding a finger into her while I licked her clit. Her moan vibrated my pussy and she slipped a finger in me. We ground against each other’s faces, and then I felt the first tremors in her thighs and pussy. I kept up the rhythm, and Kara came on my face, screaming just like I’d always known she would.

Then Kara rubbed my clit with her slick fingers, and my orgasm rolled through me on a long, clenching wave. My cunt pulsed, and Kara eagerly kept licking and sucking as the orgasm of a lifetime reduced me to a puddle of pleasure.

When it was over, I slid my finger out of Kara’s glistening pussy. She turned around and crawled toward me. As she squeezed in next to me on the couch, I stroked her arm, staring stunned at the ceiling. I thought I’d be giving Kara the education, but she’d just taught me a hell of a lesson in pleasure.

Her lips curved against me as she smiled. “I like this movie,” she said. “Want to watch that scene again?”

Hell yes, I did.