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You’re frustrated.
You’re also an author. A popular one at that, but not for pretty reasons.
A world-renowned author for lesbian porn. That’s right, you’re an anonymous author that writes tooth-rotting sapphic love stories for women all over the world.
Of course, you go under a pseudonym. Your family couldn’t possibly know what you write, you would absolutely die.
They don’t ask questions, though. As long as you bring home good Christmas gifts.
You sit at your desk, legs curled into a position that is bound to hurt your back soon, with a frustrated look on your face. You tap your fingers brutally against the mahogany desk as you think.
There is no way this is anatomically correct.
Your character, Kate, is straddling the lap of her love interest, Anne, and the love interest’s fingers are you-know-where. But there’s no way her hands reach down there from that position, right? That couldn’t possibly be comfortable.
You’re racking your brain with ideas and don’t even hear your roommate, Abby, walk in.
“Whatcha workin’ on?” Abby asks, placing down groceries, her strong arms flexing as she does so. Abby is wearing her usual braid with a black tank top and cargo pants, as she stalks towards your desk.
You slap your laptop shut.
“Nothing,” your voice cracks, “How was shopping?”
Abby looks at you curiously and slowly says, “Good.” She turns back to the kitchen, washes her hands and begins to put the groceries away. You can’t help but stare as she moves, such simple actions send your head spinning and face to heat up.
It wasn’t your fault you fell for Abby, just look at her. Not just her physical appearance but she's kind, smart, funny, and overall just a great roommate. It’s not like this attraction was unwarranted, you sometimes thought she might feel the same too. Lingering touches, genuine compliments, late-night cuddles. Whether you liked to admit it or not, she was more than just a friend.
You even found yourself writing her into your books, a buff and kind love interest falling for an awkward girl.
And then fucking her.
You bite your lip, yeah there was no possible way you’d let her know you write these books. If she put two and two together you might as well break the lease early.
“Y/N?” Abby says, snapping you out of your trance.
You glance up to see Abby staring, “Yeah?”
“I’ve been calling you for 3 minutes,” Abby chuckles, “Seriously, what’s on your mind? You seem on edge.” You bite your lip again, had she seriously been calling you for that long?
An idea popped into your head.
“Abby,” You finally speak, you watch as she takes a break from putting away groceries to look at you, “Do you mind… helping me with a project?”
She raises an eyebrow, “Sure, shoot.”
“I need you to sit down on the couch,” you’re fiddling with the bottom of your shirt, clearly nervous, “but I want to make sure you’re okay with this.”
Abby chuckles and sits down on the couch, resting her arms on the headrest and leaning back, “I’m okay with whatever you need me to do.”
You get up and stand over her, thinking about how your scene is meant to go. Your character begins standing like then, then she straddles the love interest. So you do so.
This action takes Abby by surprise, as her breath hitches and you see her face turn a soft pink color. You’re avoiding eye-contact.
“Are you okay with this?” you ask, avoiding her gaze. She places her fingers on your chin and turns you to face her.
“If you’re going to straddle me, at least have some confidence,” she teases, “What’s this for?”
“My uh-” your face begins to heat up, “My friend needs to know. She’s a writer.” Abby nods, as if she understands the struggle of writing a complex scene.
“I see,” she mumbles and then speaks, “What’s next?” You can’t help but squirm in place, nerves taking over your body. Abby places her hands on your hips, steadying you almost.
“Well, she just needs to know if a position is–well– comfortable,” you choke out.
The blonde nods, “Cool, where do you want me?” You can’t bring yourself to respond, staying silent in Abby’s lap.
“Do you want the easy way or the hard way?” Abby asks suddenly. You furrow your eyebrows, still not giving a response.
“Hard way it is,” Abby says and lifts you effortlessly, placing you next to her on the couch. She gets up and strides to your laptop, picks it up and walks back to where you’re sitting.
You’re sitting there, in shock, as she opens the laptop and begins reading what you’ve been writing.
“ ‘Kate straddles Anne with confidence’ ,” Abby reads and sits down next to you, “Check.”
You cover your face with your hands and groan, “How long have you known?”
“ ‘Anne’s fingers slide against Kate’s bare skin gently as she strips the girl of her clothes’,” Abby says, ignoring you, “Okay, well, if we want to do this right you can’t be in your pajamas.”
When you don’t respond, Abby hoists you back onto her lap with no trouble, placing your laptop to the side, “That is, if you still want to do this ‘research’.”
“I- yeah, I do,” you say, biting your lip as the blonde gently caresses your hips. Her fingers are much larger than yours, and you find the heat from your face traveling down to the space between your thighs.
Then, Abby kisses you.
It's magnetic, sending brilliant sparks down your spine as she pulls you impossibly closer. You wrap your arms around her neck as you deepen the kiss, moaning as Abby reciprocates the eagerness. You don’t realize you’re grinding into her lap until she physically stops you from moving. You can’t help but whine when you hear the blonde teasingly chuckle at your impatience.
Abby slowly kisses down your jaw and down your neck, biting harshly, surely leaving marks. She takes her time worshiping you, as if savoring every moment with you in this position. Her hands are discreetly gliding under your shirt, butterflies erupting in your stomach as she touches your bare skin.
“Can I continue?” She whispers into your collarbone as she tugs at your shirt. You nod feverishly, silently begging her to continue.
Abby tuts, “Nope, with confidence this time. I need you to use your words.”
You whimper, staring at the ceiling and praying to every god out there that you don’t look as embarrassed as you feel, “Please continue.”
“Good girl,” Abby praises, taking off your shirt in one go. You gasp as the cold air hits your skin, but Abby’s lips quickly take your mind off of the temperature. She kisses your chest, covered by a white lace bra. Abby brushes her fingers over your nipples, ripping a moan from your throat.
Abby chuckles and kisses you, “You know, I’ve been waiting to do this ever since I found those books of yours.”
Your head is spinning as you reply, “How did you find out?”
“I saw them on your bookshelf,” Abby replied, unhooking your bra with one hand and tossing it to god-knows-where, “And one time you left your laptop screen on one of the pages.”
You groan at your stupidity, this entire time Abby has known about the filthy things you’ve written.
The blonde kisses your right breast and licks your nipple. You attempt to grind into her lap but her hands are firmly placed on your hips, immobilizing you. She sucks, licks, and bites your breast, then gives equal attention to the other.
You’re not even aware of the noises you’re making as she adores your body, her hands sliding up and down your thighs. Then, Abby’s thumb glides over your clothed clit, making you nearly jump in shock.
Abby smirks, “I’m just doing what the book is telling me to.”
“Yeah, well, you’re pretty damn good at it,” You retort.
Abby laughs and kisses your neck as she slides her hand under your shorts, “Can I take these off?”
You nod and then remember to say, “Yes, yes take them off.”
After a minute of maneuvering, you are now nearly bare and straddling Abby. In nothing but your panties, you kiss Abby softly, surprising the blonde under you.
“Taking initiative, I see,” she teases in between kisses.
You break the kiss and roll your eyes, “I’m supposed to be acting confident.”
“It’s cute,” Abby chuckles and reads the next paragraph to herself. Then, turns back to you and asks, “Still okay with this?”
“More than,” You reply, kissing Abby’s neck softly. You hear the blonde stifle a moan and her grip on your thighs gets stronger.
Her thumb gently swipes over your clit, causing you to whimper. Her thumb moves in circles around your clit, hard enough for you to feel it but slow and soft enough to make you want more.
Damn, you’re good at writing.
Abby presses into your clit and follows the dialogue, teasingly, “You’re going to have to beg if you want more, Kate.”
You groan, refusing to play along, “I am not going to beg.”
“Hm,” Abby’s touch disappears from your aching cunt, “Then I guess you’ll never know if the scene works.”
“No, no,” You protest, wrapping your arms around the blonde’s neck, “Please.”
Abby chuckles and returns her thumb to your clit, gently rubbing you, “I’m going to need more than that.”
“Fuck,” you whisper to yourself, “Please, Abby, I want more.”
“Good girl,” Abby praises and moves your panties to the side, exactly how Anne does to Kate in the scene.
Her fingers travel down your cunt, gliding in between your folds and into your warmth.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Abby mumbles, in awe, “All this for me?”
You nod, too horny to comprehend anything at this point. You feel Abby’s finger slip in, and it takes a second to adjust due to the size. It’s definitely bigger than your own. The tip of her finger is just barely touching your G-spot, nearly sending you over the edge.
“Ready for a second?” Abby asks after you’ve adjusted to the first. You nod.
Abby speaks again, “Words, doll.”
You whimper, “Yes, please, Abby.”
Abby whispers praises as she inserts a second finger. You can barely breathe at first and you’re squirming, attempting to adjust to the sheer size of her fingers.
It’s a dirty sight. You, straddling your own roommate as she’s two fingers deep inside of you as her other hand is resting on the small of your back. Your hands are rested on Abby’s shoulders to stabilize you as you remember to breathe.
“Fuck, I should have gotten you like this sooner,” Abby breathes out, watching you.
Your face heats up, “Oh my god, if you’re going to fuck me just do it already.”
Abby chuckles, “Sweetheart, I think you mean you’re going to fuck yourself. You’re the one riding, after all.”
Shit. Abby was right. In this scene Kate rode Anne’s fingers. All you needed was to know whether the hand positioning was correct, you completely forgot the factor that you had to do this. You would have to fuck yourself on Abby’s fingers while she just watched.
Swallowing your pride, you decided to do just that.
Slowly, you lifted your hips up just slightly and grinded down into Abby’s fingers, moaning loudly as you did so. It was a slow pace, but the way Abby’s fingers curled you bottomed out on her fingers sent you nearly over the edge. She hit your G-spot perfectly, and your thighs shook as she thrusted in and out of you.
Her fingers perfectly fit inside of you as they thrusted in and out, causing obscene noises to fall from your puffy lips. You had to grip onto Abby’s shoulders to stabilize yourself, surely causing marks in the future.
“Fuck, you look so pretty,” Abby complimented.
You moaned loudly, speeding up at the praises. Lewd noises filled the room as you continued bouncing on her fingers, your head tilted slightly as you savored the feeling. Abby used her thumb to grind it against your clit, giving you extra pleasure. You grinded down into her, whimpering as she curled her fingers just right over and over again.
Quickly and suddenly you felt a build up of pleasure, you sped up, chasing the feeling. Normally, you wouldn’t cum this fast, but normally you weren’t being fucked by your hot roommate. Your entire body was hot with emotion and you wrapped your arms around Abby’s neck. The blonde kissed your neck, continuing to praise you.
“I’m going to…” You were barely able to speak.
Abby curled her fingers, pumping them in and out of you at your rhythm, “Go ahead, doll, cum for me.”
Your vision nearly went white as you came all over Abby’s fingers, grinding down onto her as you sloppily kissed her broad shoulder. You heard her whisper praises as you slowed down, collecting yourself and coming down from your high.
Slowly, she pulled her fingers out of you, earning a whimper from you. You watched as she took both of her fingers into her mouth and cleaned your juices off with her tongue.
You were definitely adding that into the scene.
Abby picks you up and walks you to her bed, laying you down gently on the duvet. She disappears for a moment and comes back with a warm washcloth, tenderly cleaning you up.
Once you were both cleaned up, and you had one of her oversized shirts on, you slowly started to drift into sleep. Before you close your eyes, Abby kisses you gently and wraps her arms around you.
You were now very eager to continue writing.