-A little about me before we begin. My name is Elizabeth. I am 20 years old, brunette, 5 feet 6 inches, 32B, college student, and very petite. -
It was a lonely winter day. I live in a college apartment, so there is always something going on, except today. Two of my roommates went back home for the weekend and the other was probably at her boyfriend's place. It was just me with nothing to do. Since it was still early in the semester, there wasn't a pile of homework, however I probably stress cleaned the entire apartment.
Over the previous few months, there was just too much guy drama to fit into this story (maybe for next time). At this point in time, I was just done trying to get a guy. I still had needs though. I woke up relatively early for a Saturday and had that urge to pleasure myself. I began by just massaging my clit, no porn or literature to assist. It was just me, my hand, and my clit. I started to rub a little harder, which made me let out a little moan. At first I was startled but then realized I was home alone.
Things stepped up a bit when I grabbed my favorite pink vibrator from my bottom drawer. I then put it slowly into my pussy. Usually it takes some effort to get it in there, but today, I was wet, very wet. As I was moving the toy with one hand, my other got on my phone and navigated to some porn. The first video that popped up was of a huge (in all areas) dude and a very small female. God that turned me on so much.
I begin to feel a rush as I orgasm on my bed. Usually it doesn't cause a mess. But for some reason today, there was a big wet spot on my bed. I ask myself, "Was I really that horny?"
After I took a shower and cleaned everything up, I went downstairs to make some food. I was surprised to see movement in the laundry room. I walked by and saw one of my roommate's boyfriend there.
I asked "What are you doing here?" with an upbeat tone.
"Doing my girlfriend's laundry." He replied.
"Wow, you are a good boyfriend." He really was. He was almost always over here. He would help cook dinner and almost always clean the dishes even when they weren't part of their dinner. I never really looked at him at terms of attractiveness since he was obviously with someone else. He was a big dude, way bigger than me. He probably had 9 inches on me and definitely had a football player build.
"So Andrew, what are you up to today?"
"Just relaxing, probably will get ahead on homework and do some cleaning, you?"
"Nothing really." I almost felt embarrassed saying that. Like I almost always have something going on. It felt weird not having anything to do.
He left after he put all the clothes in the washer and began the cycle. I made myself a sandwich and sat down on the couch. I put on some Netflix show and put a blanket over myself. I just began to feel sad for some reason. Maybe it was because I haven't had a stable man in my life for a while. It wasn't like my previous relationship was a rock. But now, I don't even have anyone.
About 45 minutes had passed and Andrew was back to switch the laundry. He transferred the clothes from the washer to the dryer and then walked over to say hi. He gave me an interesting look. He probably saw the sadness on my face.