My Roommate Katie

I looked forward to going away to university. I wanted to flee the heartbreak of Sanjay and the narrow mindedness of my parents. I also loved the idea of getting away from the insular social scene of my public high school. The students at university were more diverse in their backgrounds than at my school. But in a way I was hoping to find people who were more like me since I was essentially a nerdy girl who loved physics. 

I had been to a college campus four years before, when I was fourteen and went to an academic camp. There I got my first kiss. Now I was more sexually experienced, having given and received amazing oral sex. I was as sexually confident as a young woman could be who was still technically a virgin.

Katie, my roommate, however, was an almost painfully shy girl from Canada. She had blond hair in loose curls, large green eyes, and the fairest skin that this Florida girl had ever seen. She looked like an illustration of a forest fairy creature in a children’s book. She was also very sweet. Her soft voice was always humble, polite, and complementary. She gave me special little presents, like a folded origami bird on my pillow or a little encouraging note on my bookbag before my first major test. Katie was adorable and innocent. 

When it came to sexual matters, I had learned to be bold. I could go for many months or even a year without a boyfriend, but when I decided what I wanted, I would make a plan of attack. So far, I succeeded in my pursuits and learned a great deal about giving and receiving pleasure. I also masturbated frequently, typically before going to sleep or when waking up.

With a roommate, I wanted to be conscientious and not hold my jilling sessions while she was in the room. Even though I could be fairly quiet while masturbating, Katie was a light sleeper who paid attention to whatever I was doing. I occasionally masturbated in the shower, but with the poor water pressure  and the awkwardness of rubbing my clit standing up, it wasn’t my favorite.

Katie and I had different class schedules. I found that if I went back to the dorm right after lunch, I would have about 40 minutes to myself before needing to get to class. My ritual involved getting completely naked, propping myself up with pillows on top of my bed, squeezing my beautifully shaped size-B breasts, then closing my eyes as I moved my right hand down to my pussy. A few strokes over my vulva and then ever more rapid rubbing of my clit from side to side would finish me off nicely. Sometimes I would listen to music through my headphones that suited my masturbation mood, everything from romantic pop ballads to hardcore grunge. 

I was in a hard rock mood one early afternoon. My head was back, my eyes closed, and The Who played loudly in my ears. After some breast play, one hand remained twisting my very hard and responsive nipples. The other one built up a crescendo of power with more and more pressure on my vulva and then my clit. I climaxed with a final cymbal crash by Keith Moon and fell back on my pillows. I arched my spine and moved my knees in and out as I gloried in the afterglow. Then I said out loud, “That was fucking delicious.” 

When I opened my eyes, Katie was standing by the door. It looked as if she had been frozen there for some time. She immediately turned bright red, which was more dramatic with her pale skin. Apology after apology followed as she turned her eyes away. Apparently her class was canceled. 

She was turning to leave when I said, “Katie, don’t go. Sit down.” I placed a pillow on my lap to be just a bit less exposed. Katie sat in her desk chair still out of sorts. I said, “Masturbation is nothing I’m ashamed about. You do it, obviously I do it. It is natural and actually healthy. You shouldn’t feel bad for having walked in. This is your room too, and you have every right to be here. You’ve seen me naked before, and now you know another side of me. I never would want to make you uncomfortable, but I am not embarrassed in the least.” 

Katie apologized again and thanked me for trying to make her feel better. I gave a few more words of encouragement. Then she got curious. She asked how often I masturbated (almost every day); whether I climaxed every time (almost always and sometimes twice); did I use my fingers inside (only when fantasizing about a specific guy’s penis); had I ever masturbated in front of someone else before (yes, a boyfriend who wasn’t pleasuring me right–I described putting my feet up on his car’s dashboard with my legs spread wide rubbing my naked pussy); had I masturbated someone else (yes, I was skilled at jacking off boys and enjoyed the taste of cum); did I watch porn (almost never–to me porn was boring and predictable–but I did like reading erotica); what other parts of my body were most sensitive (my breasts–nipple play started most of my masturbation sessions). I then looked down at my naked chest, playfully pushed out my tits, and said, “I love making these pretty ladies happy!” For the first time since she walked in she relaxed and laughed. 

Then I asked her questions. How often did she masturbate (typically a few times a week but not as much since coming to university); why not here (she was shy); had she ever had a boyfriend (never); had she kissed a boy (quick kisses during a truth or dare game in seventh grade but nothing serious); for how long did she see me masturbating (almost the whole time—she knew that she shouldn’t watch but couldn’t turn away); how did she like to get off (she liked humping pillows and stuffed animals but also liked using her fingers or even the head of an electric toothbrush around her clit). I told her about my stuffed polar bear being my primary sexual interest in my younger years. I also said that the toothbrush idea sounded interesting. Katie said, “My parents haven’t figured out why I still need batteries for an electric toothbrush when I use a regular toothbrush everyday.” “Did you bring it,” I asked. She blushed, then reached in a small box on her nightstand and handed me her makeshift sex toy. The bristles on the brush were bent back, but she explained that she used the other side on her clit. “We need to get you a proper vibrator,” I said.

Later that afternoon we huddled over a computer looking at the brain-numbing variety of sex toys available. I had no experience in this department, and with the exception of a ratty old toothbrush, neither did Katie. We read the juiciest product reviews aloud with fake sexy voices, and laughed and laughed. Katie knew French fluently, and read a review written in French with a soft lovely accent. I didn’t know what she said, but it sounded sexy as hell.  We finally decided on simple clit stimulating wands, a pink one for her and a light green one for me. The description said small and quiet with variable intensity settings and rechargeable batteries. No more asking her parents for new batteries! We would have them shipped to the university post office. I lightheartedly suggested that we could use them together. 

At night when we were in bed, she thanked me for being such a wonderful roommate and for being open to talk about anything. She said that she wished that she could be more like me with my bold confidence. “Ah, thanks,” I said, “you’re a terrific roommate yourself.” 

I slept for a little while, then I woke up. I looked over to the other side of the room. I could see pretty well with the faint glow of a sidewalk light coming through the window shade. Katie was wearing ear buds and had her eyes closed. Her nightgown and panties were crumbled up beside her bed. Her naked body looked gorgeous in the dim light, like fine Chinese porcelain. She squeezed her soft and pillowy size-C boobs and twisted their pink nipples. Slowly one hand traveled down her body over a light tuft of blond hair on her mound. When she reached her vulva, she stroked it lightly with her fingers. She then rubbed her clit by moving her fingers in circles. Clockwise, then counter-clockwise, then clockwise again. The tempo increased, and I could hear her breathing become more erratic. Her body moved rhythmically with each rotation of her fingers. She suddenly tensed as she climaxed, her adorable face scrunched up in pleasure as she bit her lower lip. With the release, her body relaxed. After a brief moment, Katie brought her fingers up to her mouth, tasting her sexual juices. In a soft, barely audible voice she said, “Delicious. Delicious.”