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Title: I'll Learn Better Someday (Chapter 1)
Author: Elise Olisbos
Keywords/Codes: Bi,F/F,F/D,non-con
Summary: Interactions between two room-mates.

**Lauren**
I heard my room-mate make a shit-ton of noise as she staggered
into our unit; Jess was laughing real loud as she slammed the
door and locked it; then it seemed she stumbled over the wooden
crate we used as a coffee-table, because she yelled, "Ow!" and
then cursed up a blue streak.

"Fucking piss shit!" she spat out... and then she laughed again.
Jessica was giddy like that, in a cute way.

"Dumb bitch," her boyfriend Kevin rumbled in exasperation, and I
raised my eyebrows at his presence. Jess was taking a huge
fucking chance, bringing Kevin over so late, but whatever. If she
wanted the RA to have a little talk with her in the morning, that
was her problem, not mine.

"Lauren!" she hollered and pounded on my closed door. I shook my
head as if she could see me, and then frowned.
"Laaaaurreeeennn... you 'sleep?"

"Of course she's asleep, come on," Kevin snapped. "Fuck me
sideways, Jenn, you're such a fucking pain sometimes."

Even though I really hated Kevin, he always sneered at me like I
was gunk on the bottom of his shoe, I had to agree with him on
that one. The problem was that when Jess wasn't doped up to the
gills or drunk as a fucking sailor, she was actually really nice.
That's fucking weird, right? But she was; silly and as friendly
like a puppy, but ultimately harmless and sweet. She just... did
stupid shit and fucked around and then expected everyone to help
her out of her problems. Which we did. So I guess all of us, her
friends and family, were just as dumb. It didn't help that she
was pretty, in a wasted kind of way. Long wavy brown hair, big
blue eyes and a really nice body. She was going to look so messed
up in ten years or so if she kept going at this rate, but here in
our oh-so-productive college years, she was hot stuff.

"Jess," Kevin groaned at the other side of my bedroom wall. Our
rooms were narrow and not very well sound-insulated; I had to
bite my lip when I was getting myself off at night, so Jess
wouldn't hear, and I had no problem hearing them kiss through the
thin walls. I squirmed in bed and tried not to touch myself. I
don't like touching myself sometimes; I got parts where parts
shouldn't be on a girl. My mother said it made me special. Right.
Try having to hide a working dick in a high-school full of
self-concious and cruel teenagers, and see how special you'd feel
to always be dressed in baggy clothes and not showering after PE.
That's so special, I wrote all about it in my super sparkly pink
diary, only not really.

Now I could hear Kevin say, "Yeah. Fuck, take it," and I heard
thick, slurping noises. Jess was over there sucking him off and I
had push aside my self-pity to shove my hand down into my loose
shorts and grab the base of my cock. She was probably on her
knees on the floor while Kevin sat on the side of the bed, one
big meaty hand on the top of her head, pushing her head down to
take his dick in her mouth. I bit my lip and squeezed. Fuck.

"Kev," she whined after a few long moments. "Stop that, stop
doing that, my jaw hurts, come on. Get up, get it in me."

There were shuffling noises, a heavy thump as the headboard of
her bed was pushed sharply against the wall and then the regular
sounds of a quick fuck. Kevin wasn't much into the romance and
foreplay, that's for sure, but I guess Jess wasn't too picky
tonight. Vaguely, I wondered what she'd had. Alcohol, definitely.
Weed, most likely.

Kevin grunted and Jess panted, a sharp whine escaping at the top
of each of her exhales. I pumped my dick once, slowly and tried
not to laugh when Kevin went, "Fuck fuck fuck yeah fuck," and it
was all over. A man of endurance, that was our Kevin. Jess
complained incoherently and there was more rustling.

"Later," Kevin said and closed her door, none too gently. I heard
the outer door open and shut as well, and I got up immediately,
knowing that he didn't have a key to lock it. My dick throbbed in
complaint but I ignored it to make sure that that the deadbolt
was turned. Otherwise, some shithead might just walk in and steal
the small television my mother bought for me.

I had every intention to go back to my room and jerk out a fast
one, but I felt obligated to just look in Jess' room, make sure
she was okay. That turned out to be a bad idea; her overhead
light was on, fluorescent light cascading over her sprawled
frame. Her make-up was smudged, blood-red lipstick smeared,
mascara and eyeliner creating dark circles under her eyes. Her
hair was spread all over her pillows, making her face appear
oddly angelic, but from the neck down she was completely wicked:
her blue top with the thin straps was yanked up, revealing her
flat stomach and the twinkle of her navel-piercing; her tight
skirt was shoved up over her hips, legs sprawled wide to reveal
the shorn mound and puffy, gleaming slit of her pussy.

My dick was so hard now; my nipples were so stiff they felt sore
as they brushed against the cotton of the large t-shirt I liked
to wear to bed. I think I licked my lips as I went into her room,
my eyes tracking the pale line of her legs. There was a tied-off
condom on the floor beside her bed and I toed it away with a
grimace as I stood next to her. She shifted, her eyes fluttered
open and she gazed up at me blearily.

"Hey, it's Lauren," she murmured and dropped her gaze to where I
had my hand down my shorts. "Whazza matter?" She tried to sit up
but flopped back down, laughing weakly. "Fuck."

I got on the bed with her, feeling as if I was a million miles
away from my own body, but it was like I couldn't stop myself.
She smelled like she'd been swimming in vodka, the sickly-sweet
smell of marijuana was a fog in the forest of her hair, but that
didn't stop me from pulling her shirt up all the way and clamping
my mouth over the closest breast, like a hungry baby. She moaned
and wriggled, pushing up into my mouth and I worried her nipple
between my teeth.

She grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head over to deal
with the other nipple, which was already crinkling in
anticipation for my mouth. I licked around it, teasing the soft
pink flesh before sucking on the hard nub. I still had the one
hand between my legs, jerking the hard flesh and rubbing my thumb
over the leaking fluid escaping out of the slit of my cock. All
that was going through my head was fuckher fuckher fuckher, a
persistent train of thought was not stopping at any station at
this time.

I'd fucked someone before. My mom's kid sister, Michelle. She was
about two hundred pounds, with the same lush cascade of red hair
as me (probably the only lovely feature either of us possessed)
and we'd had sex a couple times when my mom was out working
nights at the hospital, so I understood the general mechanics. I
think my mom knew, too, but she didn't say anything. But Jess was
miles away from my aunt Michelle, especially when I had the
presence of mind to pull my hand from out of my shorts and rub my
fingers against Jess' wet cunt, feeling for her clit and
listening to her gasp when I managed to find it.

"No, too much," she said sluggishly, even as her hips swivelled
with the movement of my fingers. "Ow ow, fuck." She must have
been playing with it, trying to get off as Kevin fucked her. I
pulled my mouth away from her breast and took a deep breath; this
was all kinds of wrong, but I had wanted to do it for so long.
Wanted to fuck her. I shucked off my shorts and the overly large
t-shirt and moved to kneel between her legs. When I grasped my
cock and aimed for her pussy, she lifted her head a bit and
blinked at me again.

"Lauren," she said and looked down. "Hey. You got a penis thing."

"Yeah," I said desperately, shifting up close and putting the
flared head right against those moist, fleshy lips. "I.. I got
one, I'm gonna fuck you. I'm gonna fuck you with it. Please."

"I think it's just a dildo," Lauren said and then she moaned as I
sank into her. She was soft and wet inside, and I braced my hands
on either side of her head, dizzy with sensation. The walls of
her pussy clenched around me, sucking onto the shaft of my cock
greedily as I pulled back. She went up on her elbows, almost
collapsing back anew but she managed to keep up; she whimpered as
I shoved into her again.

"Oh fuck, it feels so real," she said and grabbed onto one of my
breasts, pinching one of the nipples really hard. I let out a
little cry of pain and pummelled into her, but she just kept
pinching. I yanked her hand away, and she looked up at me with
that half-stupid, watery-eyed expression and said, "Yeah, fuck
me."

I went down closer, mashing our tits together and wriggling one
arm behind her neck. Her breath puffed warmly against my mouth
every time I sank into her, and I thought about kissing her but I
just didn't do it. Her eyes were half-lidded even as she gripped
my ass, urging me to go deeper and harder, and there was a
burning ache in my thighs and back, but I wouldn't stop. I
pressed my forehead against her cheek and arched my body a little
so I could look down between us and stare at my cock as it
pistoned into her. It gleamed with her juices, and I loved the
look of it so much that I paused a little to admire it.

She tugged on my hair and bucked up, her pussy swallowing me
whole again. I kept on watching as she did some of the work,
raising and lowering her hips in an almost dream-like manner.

She whined my name after a few more seconds, her nails scrabbling
in demand on my lower back, and then she cried out sharply as I
slammed into her again. Sweat was pouring off me, our hair was
damp and the air around us was thick with the smell of sex and
our mutual cries.

"Ah!" She said suddenly, trying to wrap her legs around my waist
and failing miserably. She started to tremble, and her cunt
sucked at me. "Oh, shit, I'm.. I'm coming, I'm--"

"Yeah," I urged breathlessly, trying to move quickly so I could
come too. Aunt Michelle taught me well, I gotta say.

"Fuck! Lauren, yessss, fuck!" she shrieked; shocked, I clamped
one hand over her mouth and her cries were thankfully muffled as
she came. I felt a familiar tightening in the lower part of my
stomach and balls, and pulled out of her. Streaks of pearly come
splattered onto her belly, and even as high as the valley between
her breasts, which were hickey-bruised from my lips and tongue.
She lay there limply as I coaxed the last of my jizz to dribble
onto her stomach. I don't think I would have gotten her knocked
up, the doctor had said that I didn't have much viable sperm.
Still, there were a few.

There were a bunch of other things to think about, too. I'd
fucked her without a condom. I didn't know what shit she had,
even though she told me she insisted on using protection with
Kevin. Damn it.

And I'd fucked her without her... like, her consent or she wasn't
in her proper frame of mind or... fuck. I got up quickly, my cock
gone fully flaccid and pulled on my clothes real quick. I was at
the door when she said my name, very softly, but I didn't look
back. I just darted into my own room and locked the door.

*

The next morning, I came out of my room and started guiltily when
I saw her draped in one of the beanbags, the one that had
duct-tape on its side because someone had been playing around
with a box-cutter one day (it was me, okay, I admit it). She was
dressed in a large t-shirt and she gave me a tired, but genuine
smile.

"Morning," she said and went back to watching her cartoons. It
was a Saturday, and it was the first time in the two years of my
higher learning that I wished I had classes. I had to find some
reason to get out, I couldn't be in the dorm-room with her right
now.

"Hey," I said and escaped into the bathroom.

"I'm so fucking sore," she said in a loud tone so I could hear
her while I was washing my face and then giggled. "Sorry about
last night."

I froze with my towel halfway to my face; a few long seconds
ticked passed before I managed to say: "...for what?"

"Weren't Kevin and I really loud? I'm sure I was, I was so fucked
up, you know?"

"Oh. Yeah." I tried to sound non-committal as I dried up and hung
my towel on its rightful place on the rack. "Yeah, it, uh... I
wasn't bothered or anything."

"Best roomie ever." She beamed up at me as I came out of the
bathroom and then her brow wrinkled. "I had a weird dream,
though. About you!"

"Me?" My throat felt as dry as the Sahara.

"Yeah!" Her blue eyes drilled into mine, and then she smiled
lazily. "I dreamed you had a dildo and all, except it wasn't, it
was a real dick. You... we had some amazing sex, for real."

I laughed. It sounded so nervous and false to my own ears, but
she laughed too. "Wow, that's totally crazy, Jess."

"Isn't it? It's such a lucky thing that I'm clean and shit. I
mean, if you had a penis and you fucked me with it when I was all
messed up, then I'd probably catch something from you, instead of
the other way around. Don't you think?"

I stopped my strained chuckling instantly, but her smile kept
playing around her lips. It looked the way a cobra might smile
before it snaked after prey. Suddenly, she didn't appear like the
ditzy, daffy chick that everyone said she was.

"No," I whispered, feeling relief and dread curl around my
stomach; the dread was winning out, though. "You... if there was
a situation like that, I'd be really clean, too."

"Right." She nodded firmly, her gaze still locked with mine. I
wanted to run away, but it felt as if she had me nailed to the
floor.

"I got this stupid assignment. Calculus! I hate that," she said
and stretched as luxuriously as a cat. "Oh man, if you had that
cock for real, that would be so crazy! I'd totally use it against
you." She grinned again, all white teeth and warm good humour,
but I felt so cold. "I'd tell everybody and I'd tell them you
fucked me with that freaky thing when I didn't want to... unless
you--"

"I'll do it for you," I said from between stiff lips. "No
problem."

"Great!" She giggled and then turned back to the cartoons.
"That's totally awesome of you, Lauren."

Trying not to breathe too hard, I went back into my room and sat
on my bed, staring at the wall. Even though she'd pinned me down
like that, what a fucking bitch, all I could think about was when
I could bury myself in her hot cunt again, or even in her ass. I
bit my lip as I imagined forcing myself into that greased up,
tightly furled hole.

Then I smiled a little. She'd said the sex was amazing.

So maybe...

Just maybe...

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