College Roommates (commanderShepard, leia25, Leahrose1111)

Beth gestured towards the counter. "Absolutely." She glanced at the clock on the wall. They still had plenty of time before Brian's practice was due to finish. She hesitated for a moment and then pulled her shirt over her head, revealling a blue lacy bra. She pushed her jeans to the floor and stepped out of them.
 
Vanessa slipped out of her lacey panties. They were already damp with anticipation. She crept slowly to the counter where she had laid out the chicken, a knife, and a cutting board. Playing while cooking was something she was used to, but Brian was Brian. She knew how to anticipate him. Beth was new, and she knew to be careful. She spread her legs into a relaxed, but open and accessible stance. She waited for Beth to move into her before she picked up the knife.
 
Beth stood behind Vanessa and slowly lowered herself into a kneeling position. She shuffled between Vanessa's legs until she was leaning back against the cupboard. She gazed up at her pussy, glistening with her arousal. She glanced up at Vanessa and then leaned forward, giving her clit a short lick.
 
Vanessa shuddered as her knees threatened to buckle. Her arousal had already coated her womanhood, and she hoped Beth liked it. She carefully picked up the knife, and slit open the package of chicken.
 
Beth gently gripped Vanessa's thighs and licked her clit several more times, slowly running her tongue back and fore over the small bundle of nerves.
 
Vanessa shuddered again, letting her body attune to Beth's touch. She let out a soft moan, her head tipping back. She'd never felt this sensation before. She set the knife down and pulled out the contents and laid them on the cutting board. She was well aware she was already dripping. She just hoped Beth liked her taste.
 
Vanessa tasted as sweet as honeysuckle. Honestly, she'd drink a glass of Vanessa's juices if she could. She gently wrapped her lips around her clit and started to suck.
 
Vanessa gasped as she carefully worked her knife through the protein, dicing it small the best she could. She started to moan as she set the knife down again, and while she intended to reach for vegetables, she planted her hands on the counter while her thighs began to tremble
 
Still sucking on her clit, Beth slowly pushed two fingers into her pussy. She moaned, vibrating Vanessa's clit, as she felt how wet she really was.
 
"Ohh God....." she moaned as she started to break down the brocolli, stems snapping. Her hands trembled fiercely. She was able to prep it all, but just barely. She reached to place a pan on a burner, which forced her womanhood deeper onto Beth's face
 
Beth moaned against her and gently dug her fingers into Vanessa's leg. After a moment, she pulled back breathlessly and returned to giving her short, sharp licks as she started to curl her fingers in and out.
 
Vanessa dropped the pan on the stove, and it clattered as it teetered back and forth. She reached down and tangled her fingers in Beth's hair, pulling slightly. "Fuck...." she gasped and whimpered. "Bethhhh.." She hit her G spot, and Vanessa let out a high pitched squeal as she rose up slight on her toes. She knew she was not going to last much longer like this.
 
Brian had finished earlier than planned, by over an hour. When he checked his phone, he saw Vanessa had texted him Beth's address and told him to meet them both there for dinner. So he headed that way, and went up to Beth's floor.

When he was about to knock, he heard Vanessa's voice from inside. It sounded like... moaning. Instead of knocking, he opened the door—it wasn't locked—and walked in. "Hello?"
 
Vanessa let out a gasping, "Right there.....almost!" She heard Brian's greeting. "Shit! Shit shit! She silenced herself while her legs shook around Beth's head.
 
Despite how she wanted to make Vanessa cum, Beth pulled back breathlessly and pulled her fingers from Vanessa's pussy. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "You need to get dressed," she hissed, shuffling out from between Vanessa's legs. She got to her feet and threw the clothes towards Vanessa.
 
Brian heard scuffling and muffled voices coming from an open doorframe that he assumed was the kitchen. He headed that way, and began to lean forward to look around the door as he neared. "Vanessa? Beth?"
 
Vanessa rushed to dress, pulling her green dress over her head. She couldn't find her panties. Her womanhood ached, needing release. She rubbed herself, trying to relieve the aching, but it was no use. She quickly turned the burner on high and threw chicken and butter in the pan to sizzle. Her wet dripped down the inside of her legs. She'd have to find her panties later
 
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Still only in her lacy bra and underwear, Beth rushed out of the door, her eyes widening when she saw Brian. "You're here," she blurted out, not showing any signs of embarassment at her state of dress.
 
"Woah," Brian said when he saw her. His eyes trailed down her body, taking in her curves, then back up. "I'm here. And you're... practically naked."
 
Beth flushed and looked down at herself. "Uh. Yeah. Total mishap. I spilled sauce all down myself. Such a klutz. I was in the middle of changing when I heard you come in."
 
"Oh," he said. He wanted to step forward, act on the current situation, see if she was up for anything. But he didn't. "Is Vanessa here?"
 
Uncertain how fast Vanessa could get dressed, Beth did her best to stall Brian a few minutes longer. "She's just cooking." She paused for a moment. "Practice! How was practice? I didn't expect you here for like another hour."
 
The confirmation that Vanessa was right there while he was talking to another girl wearing only her underwear set him on edge. "Uh, it was fine. Babe?" he called, walking towards the kitchen.
 
But Beth stepped around him again. "Only fine? You've never described practice as 'fine' before in your life. What happened?"
 
"In here, Baby." Her voice shook a little bit, but she put on her best smile. Vanessa had heard Beth's bit about spilled sauce and had just enough time to pop open a jar of red sauce and splash some on the pile. She was dressed, but she wasn't able to find her panties. She hoped they were under the pile of Beth's clothes. She'd replace what she ruined of Beth's later.

She clattered rice into the frying pan and added stock. Her hands were still shaking, and the ache between her legs was insanely hard to ignore. She was glad to be keeping her hands steady stirring.
 
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