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  MY ASIAN ROOMMATE

  Backdoor Ready For More

  Nicolette Dane

  Copyright © 2015 Nicolette Dane

  All rights reserved.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All romantically involved characters within this book are consenting adults over the age of 18 and are not related by blood.

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  Your “Look Inside” Quickie

  Ellie dropped her free hand and brought it around to my backside. Lowering her hand under my ass cheeks, she brought her fingers up and took hold of a small tiger-eye colored jewel that blocked my asshole. This was a plug, securely lodged up inside of my ass, and Ellie pulled on it tenderly, twisting it, threatening to tug it out of me and inspiring my hole to dilate just so. I moaned deeply as she did this, feeling out of my body thanks to being plugged from behind and fingered in the front.

  “Tell me when you’re coming,” said Ellie, still playing with my ass and finger fucking me. “I’ll pull this out when you’re there.”

  “Okay,” I moaned with a shortness of breath, nodding my head at her request.

  Just then, we both heard the main door to the shower stalls creak open and some flip-flop shod feet shuffle across the tile floor. We froze, Ellie’s fingers held deep inside of me, her opposing hand on my ass cheek. Our eyes met, exchanging a quick look of terror and trying to remain silent as we eavesdropped to the actions of this intruder to our lovemaking. We listened intently as we heard the curtain of the stall a few down from us slide open, the water turn on, a moment of silence as the other person let the water heat up, and finally a swift closing of the curtain.

  “Don’t stop,” I whispered to Ellie. “It feels too good.”

  Ellie grinned impishly at me and continued her fingering, increasing her pace and leaning hard against me. I lowered my head to her shoulder, my mouth positioned by her ear, hotly breathing and moaning low into it, inspiring her to lustily grind up against me. Ellie’s hand again dropped under my ass cheeks, fiddling for the head of the plug, grabbing at it, tugging, manipulating it to bring me close to the precipice.

  The plug filled my little ass tightly and I could feel the pressure of the stainless steel bulb lodged inside of me. Ellie’s fingers expertly pushed into my pussy, running up into me, her palm wetly slapping against my clit. I thought of that other girl, just a few stalls down from us, innocently taking a shower while Ellie and I lustily fucked, the water washing our sweat away, my stifled moans intoning into Ellie’s perfect little ear.

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  “Are we sure no one else is in here?” I said. Ellie and I stood together in the small shower stall in the dorm’s communal bathroom. There was a line of six stalls, each covered only by a thick yellow curtain, and at any moment someone could come into the showers and see two sets of feet under the curtain that covered us. Ellie and I were both naked, water spurting out from the showerhead and drenching our bodies. I was leaned up against the wall and Ellie was pressed up against me, one of her hands touching the wall and the other between my legs fondling my pussy.

  “Who cares?” said Ellie with a sly grin. Guiding her fingers through my wet slit, she pushed her middle and ring fingers together and slid them between my lips and up into my hole. I moaned as she entered me, her fingers beginning to move in and out of my pussy at a sensually methodic pace.

  I was so enamored with Ellie, my beautifully sexy Asian college roommate. Her body was small and supple, just a few inches shorter than me, and her skin was a creamy tan. Between her legs was her wetly matted black pubic fur, but the hair on her head was dyed an array of browns at the crown and transforming to blonde as the coloring went down to her tips. It had only been a few days since we shared our first intimate sexual moment in my bed and ever since then we had been taking every opportunity to mess around each other.

  Placing my hands over Ellie’s shoulders, I dropped my head down with a pleasured sigh, focusing my eyes on her penetrating fingers. I watched as Ellie fingered me, entering me and exiting, her small thin digits probing my achingly wet pussy.

  “Oh God,” I moaned as Ellie’s pace quickened. She leaned her head down and kissed one of my tits, letting her lips linger on my nipple and giving it a soft bite. My chest was a bit bigger than Ellie’s and she was infatuated with it, loving to bite and squeeze and pet me whenever she could.

  Ellie and I had sexually bonded over a joint love of anal sex. She had caught me reading a lesbian anal sex story and it was all over from there. Although Ellie had never been with another girl before, she was obviously enjoying the experience and passionately getting into it. And me, well, although I considered myself a straight girl at that point, I hadn’t really thought about being with a guy for a long time.

  Leaning her forehead against my shoulder, Ellie pressed firmer up against me and persisted in letting her fingers fly inside of me. It felt sublime. Her slender fingers moved deeply within my pussy, running over all the little ridges and folds, easily sliding back and forth as my arousal grew more fervent. My hips shifted slightly as I propped myself harder against the shower wall. I could feel myself growing more excited, a shiver of brisk lust energetically coursing through my limbs.

  Ellie dropped her free hand and brought it around to my backside. Lowering her hand under my ass cheeks, she brought her fingers up and took hold of a small tiger-eye colored jewel that blocked my asshole. This was a plug, securely lodged up inside of my ass, and Ellie pulled on it tenderly, twisting it, threatening to tug it out of me and inspiring my hole to dilate just so. I moaned deeply as she did this, feeling out of my body thanks to being plugged from behind and fingered in the front.

  “Tell me when you’re coming,” said Ellie, still playing with my ass and finger fucking me. “I’ll pull this out when you’re there.”

  “Okay,” I moaned with a shortness of breath, nodding my head at her request.

  Just then, we both heard the main door to the shower stalls creak open and some flip-flop shod feet shuffle across the tile floor. We froze, Ellie’s fingers held deep inside of me, her opposing hand on my ass cheek. Our eyes met, exchanging a quick look of terror and trying to remain silent as we eavesdropped to the actions of this intruder to our lovemaking. We listened intently as we heard the curtain of the stall a few down from us slide open, the water turn on, a moment of silence as the other person let the water heat up, and finally a swift closing of the curtain.

  “Don’t stop,” I whispered to Ellie. “It feels too good.”

  Ellie grinned impishly at me and continued her fingering, increasing her pace and leaning hard against me. I lowered my head to her shoulder, my mouth positioned by her ear, hotly breathing and moaning low into it, inspiring her to lustily grind up against me. Ellie’s hand again dropped under my ass cheeks, fiddling
for the head of the plug, grabbing at it, tugging, manipulating it to bring me close to the precipice.

  The plug filled my little ass tightly and I could feel the pressure of the stainless steel bulb lodged inside of me. Ellie’s fingers expertly pushed into my pussy, running up into me, her palm wetly slapping against my clit. I thought of that other girl, just a few stalls down from us, innocently taking a shower while Ellie and I lustily fucked, the water washing our sweat away, my stifled moans intoning into Ellie’s perfect little ear.

  “You know we’ve got two towels out there,” said Ellie, nuzzling her face into my shoulder. “And two pairs of flip-flops.”

  “Oh God,” I moaned. “Oh, I don’t care. Oh fuck!”

  Ellie’s fingertips pushed hard against the top of the inside of my pussy, her fingers pulled back when inside of me, finding and hitting my g-spot with ease. I could feel a numbness settling in my toes and my legs began to tremble. With my face lowered onto Ellie, I began to kiss her shoulder lightly and wetly, her fingers filling me up and expertly pulling my trigger. I knew I was getting close to bursting, the energetic build up inside of me growing too much to bear.

  “Okay,” I said, nodding my head against Ellie’s shoulder. “Okay.”

  Just as my thighs began to wobble more intensely, quick surges of vigor flooding through me, Ellie pounded her fingers into my pussy hard and pressed her palm tightly up against my clit. The pressure inside on my g-spot was magical and my brain started to go blank. My arms wiggled as I held onto Ellie and the only sound I could hear was that of the raining water coming down from the showerhead.

  And then I felt it.

  Ellie had grabbed onto the head of the plug inside of my ass, giving it a sudden twist and then a firm pull. I could feel my asshole dilate, open up to accommodate the girth of the exiting toy. My knees grew weak, like I could just collapse right there in the shower stall, but I gripped tightly to Ellie for support.

  “Fuck,” I squeaked out in a high groan. It was almost as though I could feel each exiting millimeter of that plug, the metal knob expanding my dot, widening and stretching my rim, the pressure of the inside subsiding but the pressure on the hole increasing. As I concentrated on the pleasure, the tingles and twinges gushing through my limbs, I submissively drooled a thin string down out of my mouth and onto Ellie’s shoulder. Meanwhile, she was still tight up against me, fingers inside of my pussy, carefully pulling the butt plug from my rear.

  Once Ellie got the plug out from inside of me, I felt my legs go impossibly weak and I half-collapsed into her. Ellie laughed and held me up, holding me as I shivered and writhed in her arms.

  “You’re so sexy when you come,” she said to me, kissing the side of my head and tenderly removing her fingers from my pussy.

  Although I had gone from completely filled and double penetrated to empty in both holes, I could still feel the pressures of Ellie’s fingers and the toy. Both my ass and my pussy expanded and contracted with my breaths, the openings each remembering what it was like to have something passionately inside of them.

  “Oh my God,” I moaned again, raising my head and looking into Ellie’s smiling face. Then, remembering our interloper in the other stall, I changed my voice to a murmur. “Do you think she heard?”

  “I don’t know,” said Ellie with a shrug. “Are you okay? Should we get out of here?”

  “Yeah,” I said, nodding drunkenly. “Let’s try to sneak out.”

  Ellie stepped back from me and quickly rinsed the plug off in the stream of the shower. She then peeked her head out of the shower curtain and looked to both sides. Carefully and slowly, she pressed her palm against the shower knob to kill the water, opened the curtain with the plug gripped tightly in her palm, and stepped out to grab her towel. I followed her lead, creeping out behind her, sliding into my flip-flops, and wrapping my towel around me.

  We then heard the water cut off in the other shower stall.

  “Shit!” Ellie exclaimed in a whisper. Both of us still dripping, towels haphazardly wrapped around our bodies, together we made a break for the door trying to stifle tickled giggles. I busted through the door first, Ellie behind me, and in her ever-teasing nature, she reached out and grabbed at my towel, pulling it half off of my body as we entered the toilet area of the communal bathroom. With my towel down, my still-sopping breasts were exposed.

  “Hey!” I screeched with a laugh, quickly grabbing at my towel and covering myself.

  “Let’s go!” called Ellie, a joyous smile on her face, pushing past me and making her way toward the final door that would lead us back into the hallway.

  She yanked the door open and the two of us speedily rushed down the hallway, sliding in our flip-flops, dripping with water, wet hair flinging against our backs. As I chased Ellie toward our room I realized how undeniably happy I was, how blissful it was to share these intimate moments with someone so liberated and fun, and how jubilant I felt when I was with her.

  My heart was full.

  *

  We sat in the lobby of our small dorm together with a bunch of other students from our floor. At our big state school there were a handful of monstrous dorms, affectionately know as the student ghetto, but Ellie and I had gotten into a residential program for liberal arts students and got to live in one of the older, more historic dorms on campus. The collection of students was a slapdash assemblage of weirdos and goofballs, perfectly attuned to Ellie’s wry sense of humor and silly persona.

  Ellie and I sat together on a deep plush couch, pressed tightly into one another, my hand resting lazily on her thigh. We were both in lounging wear, matching fleece pants decorated with the school’s logo, Ellie in a tank top and me in a t-shirt, the two of us laughing together with some of the other students that sat around us on similar couches and chairs.

  Off to one side were four boys who had pulled some of the cushiony chairs around a table and were playing a card game, two open boxes of pizza on the floor next to them. I caught one of them repeatedly peering over at Ellie and I, perhaps knowledgeable to what was going on between us, but more than likely just a bit infatuated with Ellie himself. After all, she was quite pretty. Turning my head and looking at Ellie as she spoke to some of our friends, I smiled happily and thought about how much I adored her.

  “Yeah,” said Ellie, retorting another girl’s quip with her own. “And if a frog had wings it wouldn’t bump its ass when it hopped.” Everybody laughed along with Ellie.

  “Where the hell did you hear that?” this other girl Candice asked, giggling along with the group.

  “I don’t know,” said Ellie. “Some 90s movie my older brother likes.”

  The conversation went on, lead by some of the other girls, and Ellie and I remained quiet for a bit, smiling, occasionally laughing when the group laughed. It was good to feel like I was a part of something, a feeling I hadn’t really felt before I came to college. I had kind of been a bit of an outcast before, but here at college, especially in a residential arts dorm, I had come upon something special, inclusive, liberating. And Ellie was certainly a part of that.

  Ellie leaned over to me and brought her mouth close to my ear as two of the girls lightheartedly argued about the storyline of some television show. Pursing her lips, Ellie spoke up in a whisper that only I could hear.

  “I want to put my finger in your ass,” she murmured, then pulling her face back like nothing had happened and giving me a cute, satisfied, and innocent smile. I blushed and my heart fluttered, partly nervous that someone else heard Ellie’s words but also suddenly aroused by my pretty Asian roommate’s brashness. I pulled my hand back from where it rested on Ellie’s leg out of fear that it may suddenly look too intimate to our company.

  “Shush!” I whispered back to her, trying to hide my grin, and giving her a light smack on the arm. As we reveled in our little secret lusty exchange, the boy from the card table who had been looking our way approached us and sat on the arm of the couch near Ellie. Together we looked up to him and smi
led.

  “Hi Case,” said Ellie. “Can we help you?”

  “Hey,” he said, his gazed affixed on Ellie. It was obvious that he was feeling sweet on her. I even caught him looking down at her tank top and trying to catch a glimpse of her cleavage, albeit small.

  “What game are you playing over there?” I piped in, getting Case to look away from Ellie and over to me.

  “Euchre,” he said. “You girls ever play it?”

  “No,” I said.

  “Sure,” said Ellie. “I’ve played euchre before.”

  “Do you want to play?” he said, his eyes returning to Ellie, sizing her up, taking in her petite and cute little figure.

  “We’ll have to take a rain check,” said Ellie, subtly rolling her eyes and looking over at me. “My roommate and I have some plans together.”

  “Oh?” said Case. “What are you up to?”

  “Hot sex,” Ellie responded immediately, bursting into laughter and doubling over.

  “Ellie!” I exclaimed, slapping her on the thigh. Case’s face lit up in disbelief mixed with perhaps a bit of embarrassment.

  “Well, I could join your game if you’d rather do that instead of cards,” said Case with a snarky smirk across his lips.

  “I think we’ll be okay,” said Ellie, grinning from ear to ear. “Girls only.”

  “If you change your mind,” said Case, standing up now from the couch arm and turning to face us. “About cards or, you know, whatever, I’ll be right over here.” He smiled at us and walked back over toward the other boys who were laughing at him and heckling him as he returned to his seat.

  “Thanks Case!” called Ellie after him. “We’ll consider it!”

  “Oh my God, Ellie,” I said, turning to her with a bit of flabbergasted urgency. “I can’t believe you said that!”

  “Oh stop, babe,” she said to me with a knowing smile on her face. “Nobody has any clue. It’s our little secret.”