In the dimly lit dorm room of an engineering college, two roommates, one a confident beauty, the other a hidden gem, share more than just living space. They both secretly crave their charismatic professor, drawn to his subtle, yet noticeable arousal during lectures. Alternating nights, they indulge in forbidden pleasures with him, only to return to their room and ignite each other's passions, sharing every detail. Their secret trysts eventually lead to a explosive threesome, where boundaries blur and desires intertwine.

Chapter 1: Introduction

Emily Thompson and Lily Parker were two peas in a pod, considering they shared a dorm room at their prestigious university. Both women were bright, confident, and unapologetically stunning—a deadly combination in the eyes of their male classmates.

At 5'8", Emily created a powerful presence when she strode into a room, her curvy frame clad in baggy shirts and boyfriend jeans, swirling locks dancing behind her as she moved. Specks of green framed her sharp features, and her striking brown eyes seemed to possess a hint of mischief.

Lily, on the other hand, stood a mere 5'4", her body equally stunning yet hidden beneath layers of modest clothing. Her wild, curly black hair was often tied up in a messy bun, and her hazel eyes held a quiet wisdom, though they rarely met yours, preferring instead to flit about nervously.

It was late on a Friday night, and both women were sprawled across their respective beds, books abandoned, minds elsewhere.

Emily was twirling a lock of hair around her finger, scrolling through her copious Tinder matches with half-hearted interest. Lily, however, was staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.

"Jesus, Em, you've got more matches than a box of Lucky Charms," Lily muttered, sitting up to grab a textbook from her desk.

Emily chuckled, "Yeah, well, none of them are the lucky charm I'm looking for. I swear, I've swiped right on every decent-looking guy within a fifty-mile radius, and not one of them can hold my attention."

Emily clicked on a new message from a match, "Another night, another dick pic," she muttered, tossing her phone onto her desk.

Lily snorted, "At least he's being honest about what he wants."

Emily rolled her eyes, "Oh, please. Like you're any better. You've barely touched your laptop all night."

Lily blushed, pulling her comforter tighter around her. "I'm just... I'm not really into online dating. It's all so... impersonal."

Emily laughed, "Impersonal? Lily, honey, you've got a vibrator named 'Mr. Buzzkill' collecting dust under your bed."

Lily reached for the floor, picking up a foam shower shoe, and chucked it at Emily playfully. "You're one to talk, Miss 'I've got a drawer full of batteries'."

Emily caught the shoe, grinning. "Touché. But at least I'm willing to admit it. You, on the other hand, are a closed book." She paused, then added, "So, what's his name?"

Lily blinked, feigning ignorance. "Who?"

Emily rolled her eyes. "Don't play dumb, Lily. We've been roommates for three years. I know you've got a secret crush."

Lily felt her cheeks burn. She couldn't hide anything from Emily.

But that didn't stop her from trying, "it's nobody, really. Just... a fantasy."

Emily sat up, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. "A fantasy, huh? Spill it, Parker."

Lily sat deathly quiet, her gaze locked on the ceiling. Emily waited, knowing her roommate's silence was a mere façade. She could see the gears turning in Lily's head, the blush still lingering on her cheeks.

Emily flopped to her back, "if you're going to be silent, I'll just have to guess. Is it... Tom from the library?"

Lily scoffed, "Tom? No, he's... he's not my type."

Emily propped herself up on her elbows, "Okay, so who is your type? Someone tall, dark, and handsome?"

Emily twirled a lock of hair around her finger, musing like she were Sherlock Holmes. "Is it... our TA, Jake?"

Lily scoffed, "Jake? He's a kid, Em. I'm not into cradle-robbing."

Emily smirked, "Well, he is legal. And he's got the kind of arms that could pin you down and-"

"Enough!" Lily blurted, her blush intensifying. "It's not Jake, okay? It's... it's someone you know."

Emily's eyes widened, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Oh, this just got interesting. Is it... Tim, from thermodynamics class? No, he's too... predictable." Emily waved her hand dismissively.

"Come on, Lily. I promise I won't judge. I just want to know who's been making my shy little roommate blush like a schoolgirl."

Lily buried her nose deeper into her textbook, mumbling, "It's nobody, really."

Emily was having none of it. She leaped off her bed and pounced on Lily, pinning her down on the mattress. "Oh, it's somebody alright. And I'm gonna find out who it is."

Lily squirmed, her cheeks flaming. "Em, stop! You're wrinkling my book!"

Emily just laughed, straddling Lily's hips. "I don't care about your book, Lily. I need answers," Emily teased, grabbing Lily's wrists and pinning them above her head. Lily gasped, her heart pounding in her chest. Emily's scent—sweet and warm like cinnamon—filled her nostrils, making her head spin.

Emily, hot on the trail of Lily's secret, grinned wickedly. "Tell me, Lily. Who's got you all hot and bothered?"

Lily bit her lip, squirming beneath Emily's weight. "I-I can't tell you," she stammered, her voice barely audible.

Emily raised an eyebrow, her grip tightening on Lily's wrists. "Can't or won't? Come on, Lily. I know you've got a wild side. Let it out."

Emily asked, "is it... A professor? Oh, this is getting good. "Is it... Professor Hargrove?" Emily taunted, knowing full well it wasn't him.

Lily gagged dramatically, making Emily laugh. "God, no. He's old enough to be our grandfather," Lily retorted. "I have better taste than that."

Emily paused, her eyes narrowing as she studied Lily's face. "'better taste' eh, Is it... Dr. Sherman? Cause if it is, I'm gonna need way more details," Emily said, tracing circles on Lily's wrists with her thumbs, her eyes locked onto Lily's.

Lily's breath hitched, her eyes widening slightly. "What? No! It's not... it's not Dr. Sherman," she stammered, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red.

Emily cocked her head to the side, her smirk never fading. "Oh, it's not? Then who is it, Lily? You're killing me here."

Lily's gaze flicked away, her lips pressed into a thin line. "You'd know him, and if you can't guess, I'm not telling you."

Emily's eyes widened as realization dawned on her. "Oh, you sly little minx. It's not... it's not Professor Shaw, is it?"

Lily's cheeks flushed crimson, and her heart rate betrayed her.

Emily's eyes glinted with surprise and amusement. "Holy shit, Lily. You've got a thing for the hot professor. I never would've guessed."

Lily squirmed beneath Emily, trying to free her wrists. "Emily, let me go. This is embarrassing."

Emily, however, had no intention of letting Lily off the hook. She tightened her grip and leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Embarrassing? Or exciting? Spill. Now," Emily demanded, her voice laced with excitement. She could feel Lily's heart racing beneath her, her breath coming in short gasps. Emily felt a thrill run through her at the thought of her roommate harboring such a taboo desire.

Lily, however, was not ready to cave just yet. She bucked her hips, trying to dislodge Emily. "I'm not talking about this, Em. Now let me go."

Emily merely laughed, pressing her hips down, pinning Lily in place. "Not until you talk, Lily. I want details. When did this start? When did you begin to fantasize about your charismatic engineering professor, Mr. Shaw? Was it the first time you saw him striding into the lecture hall, his tailored suit hugging his muscular frame, his blue eyes sparkling with intelligence and confidence? Or was it later, when you found yourself lingering after class, hoping to catch a moment alone with him, only to be disappointed by the constant stream of students clamoring for his attention?"

"I told you, it's just a fantasy. Nothing more," Lily insisted, her voice barely above a whisper. Emily could see the desire burning in her roommate's eyes, and it only served to fuel her own curiosity.

"Fantasy, my ass," Emily retorted, pressing her hips down harder, grinding against Lily. "You're practically dripping just thinking about him. I can feel it."

Lily shot fake indignation, "I am not!" But her cheeks were a dead giveaway, flushed and rosy. Emily smirked, knowing she had her roommate cornered.

"Bullshit, Lily. You're wet as hell right now, aren't you? Just thinking about Professor Shaw's big, strong hands all over you, his thick cock-"

"Emily!" Lily gasped, her eyes wide with shock and... something else. Emily could see the lust burning in her roommate's hazel eyes, and it only served to fuel her own desire.

"Oh, come on, Lily. Don't be such a prude. A blind woman could spot the bulge in his pants every time he lectured."

Emily continued, her voice dropping to a sultry purr, "I bet he's packing some serious heat, isn't he, Lily? I bet he's got a thick, veiny cock that would fill you up completely, make you scream his name as he pounds into you, again and again."

Lily's breath hitched, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. "Emily, stop it," she whimpered, but there was no conviction in her voice. Emily could see the desire burning in her roommate's eyes, and it only served to fuel her own hunger.

Emily released her wrists and sat back on her haunches, "when did you first realize you wanted him, Lily?"

Lily bit her lip, her gaze flicking away. "I already told you it's just a fantasy."

"You're not seriously telling me you've had this crush on him since the beginning of the semester?" Emily asked, her voice laced with disbelief and excitement.

"Lily, you've been pining after him for months, haven't you?"

Lily hesitated, then nodded, her cheeks still flushed. "if you must know, it started last semester during his office hours, when I went to ask about extra credit for the upcoming exam. He was... different, outside of the lecture hall. More approachable, more human. He listened to me, really listened, and I found myself drawn to him. I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if he looked at me the way he looked at his work, with such passion and intensity." She paused, her voice barely above a whisper. "And then there was the way he smiled, like he genuinely enjoyed our conversation. It was... intoxicating."

Emily's eyes widened, a slow smile spreading across her face.

Lily let the words pour out more forcefully with intention behind her words, "then a week later, i had gone to ask him about a question from the previous lecture, and well... he was just so patient, so understanding. He explained the concept in such a way that made me feel stupid for not getting it earlier. And then, when i thanked him, he smiled at me, and it was... it was like the sun had come out from behind the clouds. I felt... seen." She blushed deeper, "and then, a few weeks later, i caught him looking at me during a lecture, and it was like... he couldn't take his eyes off me. After that, I couldn't help but notice the way his gaze would linger on me, how he'd seem to find excuses to call on me in class, to engage me in discussions."

Emily's eyes widened, her mouth slightly agape, "You've had a full-blown crush on Professor Shaw for months, and you never said anything?" Her voice incredulous, yet laced with excitement.

Lily shrugged, "What was I supposed to say? 'Hey, Em, I've been secretly drooling over our professor, and I can't stop thinking about his dick'?"

Emily laughed, "Well, fuckin yeah! And here I thought I was the only one with a secret crush on the professor. But you, Lily, you've been harboring this... this obsession for months. And you never said a word."

Lily blushed, "It's not an obsession, Em. It's just... a fantasy. A harmless little crush."

Emily raised an eyebrow, "Harmless? Honey, there's nothing harmless about the way you're taking about him. You're practically panting just talking about his smile."

Lily tried to deflect, "no , I'm not. I'm just... I'm just explaining why I think he's attractive, that's all."

Emily scoffed, cocked her eyebrow, and dramatically moved her eyes from Lily's eyes down to her nipples which were clearly visible through her thin night shirt. "Your nipples are hard as fucking diamonds, and you're squirming like a fucking worm on a hook. You're not just into him, you're fucking horny for him."

Lilys mind finally caught up to what Emily had said and Lily instantly stopped flitting and asked, "Wait, what do you mean you have a crush on him too?"

Emily smirked, "Well, I was going to be a little more subtle about it, but since we're sharing secrets, I might as well come clean. I've had a thing for Professor Shaw since the moment I laid eyes on him. The way he commands a room, the way he talks about engineering like it's the most fascinating thing in the world... it's fucking sexy as hell."

Lily's eyes widened, "But... but you've never said anything. And you've never acted like-"

" Like I want to rip his clothes off and lick every inch of his body? Like I want to see what he looks like when he's buried deep inside someone, his muscles taut, his jaw clenched, his eyes burning with desire?" Emily finished, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

She rolled off Lily, flopping onto her back beside her. "Believe me, I've thought about it. A lot."

Lily said, "I'm sure you could find a guy on Tinder who could give you that."

Emily snorted. "I'd have better luck finding a decent guy in a convent."

They laid next to each other for a beat, the weight of their admissions hanging heavily in the air. Emily broke the silence, "now it all makes sense. All those times you'd disappear during office hours, I thought you were just a nerdy homework slut. Turns out, you were just Professor Shaw's little study buddy."

Lily elbowed Emily playfully, "I was not! I actually went to ask him questions about the course material." Emily laughed, "Oh, I'm sure that's exactly what you were doing. And I'm sure he appreciated your... thoroughness."

Emily, having struck gold, continued, " And let me guess, you'd 'accidentally' brush up against him, maybe even 'accidentally' touch his thigh, just to feel his muscles beneath your fingertips."

Lily's cheeks flamed, but she didn't deny it. Emily cackled, "Oh, this is too good. You've been seducing our professor, and you never told me. I'm hurt, Lily. I thought we were best friends."

Lily rolled her eyes, "I haven't been seducing him, Em. I just... I like talking to him. He makes me feel-"

"like he could fuck you into next week?" Emily interrupted, a wicked grin spreading across her face, her voice laced with amusement and a hint of jealousy.

Lily's blush deepened, but she didn't deny it.

"Fuck, Lily. You've got it bad," Emily muttered, rolling onto her side to face her roommate. "I had no idea you were such a little vixen, hiding beneath all those baggy clothes and book-smart quips." Emily teased, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "But now that I know, I can't help but wonder... how far have you taken this little obsession of yours?"

Lily's breath hitched, her cheeks still flushed from their earlier conversation. "I don't know what you're talking about, Em," she whispered, trying to maintain her composure.

Emily smirked, her gaze locked onto Lily's. "Oh, I think you do. And I think you want to tell me."

Lily need no additional prompting, "I haven't gotten fucking anywhere," her voice carrying heaps of frustration as her hands clawing the air as if trying to cast a fireball, "I've spent months imagining his hands on me, his mouth on mine, his cock inside me. I've touched myself to images of him, to memories of his voice, his scent. I've come so many times thinking about him, and yet, he's still just a fantasy. A frustrating, infuriating, delicious fantasy," Lily confessed, her voice full of conviction and desperation, glad to finally have someone to share her secret with. Emily's eyes widened, her own desires mirroring Lily's. She could feel the heat between her legs, her own need growing with Lily's admission.

"I had no idea you were so fucking pent up," Emily murmured, her voice laced with excitement and desire. She reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind Lily's ear, her fingers lingering on her cheek. Lily leaned into the touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before she opened them again, locking gazes with Emily.

Emily teased, "You know, I've always wondered what it would be like to watch you with someone. To see you let go of all that pent-up desire and just... fuck."

Lily admitted with her whole voice, "God, Em I'd fuck him in a heartbeat if given the chance. I'd drop to my knees right there in his office, unzip his pants, and take his thick cock in my mouth without a second thought."

Emily's breath hitched, her own desire mirroring Lily's.

She had always craved the sight of her roommate letting go, and now, here she was, confessing her deepest, most carnal desires.

"Fuck, Lily," Emily murmured, her voice low and sultry. "I've never heard you talk like this before. It's... it's fucking hot."

Lily blushed, her hazel eyes meeting Emily's. "I've never felt like this before, Em. I've never wanted someone so badly, so...raw. I've never been able to talk about it with anyone, not even you. But now, with you, it's like... it's like I can't stop. I want to tell you everything."

Emily asked, "should I make popcorn?"

Lily replied, "FUCK, YES."

Emily grinned, jumping off the bed and heading to the kitchenette. She returned with a bowl of popcorn and a mischievous glint in her eye. "I can't believe I never put two and two together. My roommate, the little vixen, all this time." She tossed a piece of popcorn into her mouth, chewing dramatically. "Alright, Lily Parker, spill the beans. What's the most fucked-up, filthy, downright dirty thing you've imagined doing with Professor Shaw?"

Lily took a deep breath, her cheeks already flushed. "I've imagined... I've imagined him bending me over his desk, hiking up my skirt, and fucking me from behind while I try to keep quiet, so no one hears us in the office next door."

Emily swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry.

Lily returned the question, equally breathless. "What about you, Em? What's the filthiest scenario you've imagined with Mr. Shaw?"

Emily sighed, her eyes flickering to the ceiling as her imagination began to race. "I've dreamt about being bent over the podium in the lecture hall with Professor Shaw behind me, his thick cock buried deep inside me as I fuck him back, our moans and groans echoing through the empty hall." She paused for a beat, licking her lips. "I've fantasized about him spooning me, his hard cock wedged between my hips as he whispers dirty things into my ear, making me arch my back and moan his name," Emily confessed, her voice a low, sultry drawl.

Lily's breath hitched, her own desire rising with Emily's admission. She could feel the heat between her legs, her need grow stronger with every vivid image Emily painted. "God, Em," she murmured, her voice heavy with longing. "He has no right to be so fucking sexy. I bet he knows exactly what he's doing to the women. Playing the charismatic professor, charming the pants off all the girls, but never giving any of them a second thought."

Lily grabbed a huge fist of popcorn

, stuffing her mouth, desperately trying to find an escape from this tension-filled room and the intoxicating allure of her roommate's filthy confessions. Emily, however, showed no mercy, leaning in closer, challenging their invisible barrier, breaking Lily's personal space.

"it's always the quiet one's, isn't it?" Emily teased.

Lily's breath caught, she swallowed hard. "what do you mean?" she whispered.

The tension between them was now palpable, the walls of the room seeming to close in just as their hearts began to race. Emily moved closer yet, their lips merely inches apart, her eyes locked onto Lily's in a challenge.

"You know, Lily," Emily whispered, her breath hot against Lily's lips. "I had this boyfriend in highschool: quiet, nerdy, never said a word unless he was spoken to -"

Lily grabbed another huge fist of popcorn and stuffed it in her mouth, desperately trying to silence the sudden dryness seizing her throat, locking eyes with Emily desperately trying to not miss a single beat.

Emily continued to drive the knife in deeper, "but when we were alone, he turned into this fucking animal. I mean, he'd just tear my clothes off and fuck me like he was possessed. He couldn't get enough.".

Lily inhaled sharply, her pulse quickening at the imagery Emily had conjured up. "God, Emily. Don't Stop."

Lily's voice was barely above a whisper, but Emily heard her loud and clear.

"But you know what he was the best at?" Emily continued, "Silence, attentiveness, and being mindful. The man knew exactly what he wanted and would watch me as I rode him, like a hawk watching its prey. His hands would drift from my hips to my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples, all the while watching me. I couldn't look away from him, there was something so captivating about the way he looked at me, like I was his entire world in that moment. And it was in those moments, when he'd drive me to the brink of orgasm, that he'd pull out, turn me over, and make me look at him as he entered me again."

Lily grabbed more popcorn, shoveling the kernels into her mouth, not wanting to miss another word from Emily's story.

Emily continued, "We dated for only a few months, but god, he was filthy. Hated being seen with me at school, but begged for sex every night. Couldn't keep his hands off me outside of school. I was his dirty little secret." Her teasing whisper sent shivers down Lily's spine.

"I was also his fuck doll for all his wildest fantasies. The contrast was always funny to me." She smirked. "He'd call me up in the middle of class and whisper dirty things to me. 'I want to feel you writhing beneath me, Emily,' he'd say, his voice low and husky. 'I can't wait to bend you over and fuck you like the dirty little slut you are.' 'I can't wait until I have you alone tonight, Emily. I'm going to make you scream my name as I bury my face in your pussy. You're going to be so tight and wet around my cock, I won't be able to hold back. The filth that came out of his mouth made me slick with desire. As soon as I got home, I'd tear off my clothes and touch myself, imagining it was him. I'd come so hard thinking about him, desperate to feel his cock deep inside me."

Lily was wide-eyed and breathless, practically squirming in her seat.

"What did you guys do?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Emily's pulse quickened as she recalled the raw, unbridled passion of her youth. "We did it everything, everywhere," she whispered back, a wicked smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Against the lockers after school, on the kitchen counter while my parents were at work, in the backseat of his car during lunch breaks. It was never gentle or slow; it was always fucked-up and filthy and raw.

He'd tear off my clothes and bend me over, slamming into me from behind. I'd dig my nails into the wall as he fucked me, his thrusts punishing and relentless. It was like he was trying to exorcise his demons through me, and God help me, I fucking loved it. I loved the feel of him taking me like that, like he couldn't help himself. It was primitive and raw and real, and it made me feel alive. I guess it's true what they say, opposites really do attract. I was the rebellious, outspoken one, and he was the quiet, nerdy one who had this filthy side that only I got to see."

Emily paused, licking her lips. "God, Lily. He was so dirty, so fucked-up in the head – but God, I fucking loved it. I loved the way he took charge, the way he fucked me with this raw, unbridled passion. I loved how he could make me come undone with just a single look, a single touch. He was everything I never knew I needed."

Lily couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at Emily's story. She had always been quiet and reserved, never one to take risks or act on impulse.

Yet here she was, listening to her roommate's erotic tales as her heart raced and her breathing quickened. Lily felt the heat between her legs grow more intense with each passing moment, with each filthy word Emily spoke.

Lily said, "and imagine, he was just a boy."

Emily knew where the weak spot was and hit it on the head, "yeah, but you know what? You're not just a girl, Lily. I see it in you, the way you light up when you talk about Professor Shaw, the way your body reacts when you think about him. You're a woman, Lily. You're a complete bloody mess of want and need. It's time you start acting like one."

Lily met Emily's gaze, realizing she wasn't going to let her off the hook. She took a deep breath, feeling her pulse race with anticipation.

Lily was going to try one last lie, "I'm really good at hiding things, Emily."

But Emily knew better,"HA! Don't bullshit me, Lily. I see your thighs clenching together when he turns his back to write on the board. I see you leaning over your desk, long hair falling over your shoulder, highlighting the curve of your tits under that baggy shirt of yours. I swear I can hear the lust-filled whimper you try and fail to hide when he finally looks back at the class. The way your lips part and breath hitches whenever he addresses you directly."

Lily's heart fluttered as Emily's words hung in the air. She looked away, her cheeks growing hot. "Stop," she murmured, unable to meet Emily's gaze.

Emily's expression morphed into a smirk as she watched Lily's reaction. "Or what? You're gonna tell me you're not interested in Professor Shaw? That you can keep your emotions in check when you sit in his class and long for the day he'll finally fucking notice you?" she asked, a teasing hint in her voice.

Lily hesitated, unsure of what to say. Emily's words had struck a nerve, and Lily couldn't deny the truth in them.

Emily didn't wait up for even a second, "I see the way your gaze follows him around the room, taking in every inch of him. And I know, Lily, I fucking know, that if I reached between your legs right now, I'd find you soaked. So don't buy me that bullshit line. You're not a girl, Lily. You're not even just a woman. You're a primal force of nature, ready to pounce on any hint of satisfaction. And you deserve to own that."

Lily swallowed hard, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.

Lily let a hand knead her breast over her night shirt, her nipples forming thick buds under the fabric. "God help me, Emily. I want him. I want to taste him, to feel him inside me." she confessed, her voice full of desperation as she then moved her hand lower to her sexual center, gently rubbing the ache growing within.

"Ahhh, this is what I've been waiting for," Emily grinned, addressing the elephant in the room, "claim what you want before it's gone forever."

Lily gritted through her teeth, "I WANT TO FUCK THE LIGHT OUT OF PROFESSOR Shaw's EYES." The need and desperation lacing her declaration rang through the dorm room, thickening the sexual tension in the air. The weight of Emily's encouragement, coupled with the long-hidden desire for Professor Shaw, let Lily embrace a side of herself that she'd kept hidden for so long.

"THEN WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?" Emily urged. "STOP DREAMING AND START DOING!"

Emily urged, sliding off the bed and striding toward her roommate with a predatory grace. Lily's panted breath matched her own and her eyes were glued to Emily's every move.

As Emily stood before her, "you are a fucking catch, Lily. No one else I know has such a smoking hot body and such fucking dripping pussy. Listen to that deep, primitive, primal hunger that stirs within you, and you'll find the kind of love you deserve."

Lily's eyes snapped to Emily's. "What if I don't know how to do that, Em? What if I don't know how to be that person, to let go and just..."

"Just let it out. Don't worry about who's watching or what they think. Just feel it, Let. It. Out. You need to get out of your own way, Lily." Emily's voice was firm, but tender.

"or if you'd rather, you can follow my lead, I want to fuck him just as bad as you do," Emily's hand snaked out, gripping Lily's hip, pulling them flush against one another. Lily gasped at the sudden contact, her body responding before her mind had the chance to catch up. She could feel Emily's heat radiating against her, the intensity of the moment making her pulse race and her breath hitch.

Emily's green eyes glittered with desire, pupils dilated with lust. "Fuck, Lily," she murmured, her voice low and desire-filled, "we are going to teach that Professor Shaw a lesson he'll never forget."

Lily's hazel eyes shone with excitement, she knew in that moment what they had to do, "Yes. We have to show him what he's been missing all this time."

Lily asked, "are you going to take a shower tonight?"

Emily cocked her head and asked, "are you implying I smell? I am offended." Of course, Emily was joking, standing between Lily's legs, her hips flush against Lily's.

Lily answered, "no. I just have an appointment with Mr. Buzzkill before I tear off my clothes and grab a handful of my own breasts." Emily smirked, letting her hand trail down from Lily's hip to the apex of her thighs.

Emily prodded, "desperate for relief are you?"

Lily swallowed hard, her breath hitching as she nodded, "I wasn't going to masturbate with you in the room, but if I don't soon, I think I'll scream."

Emily smirked, her eyes gleaming with lust. "Well, we wouldn't want that now, would we? Don't let me stop you."

Lily hesitated for a moment before she finally succumbed to her desires. Emily took a full step back, giving Lily the space she needed to let go.

Lily's hands trembled as she reached for the hem of her oversized T-shirt, slowly pulling it up and over her head, revealing her naked body underneath.

Emily's breath caught in her throat as she took in Lily's perfect form, her full breasts, narrow waist, and toned legs. Emily turned to the bathroom and heard Lily's sharp intake of breath as she began to stroke herself, the sound of her wet pussy filling the room. Emily smirked, knowing what was coming, and stepped into the shower, turning the water on to a scorching temperature.

She let the water cascade over her body, washing away the remnants of the day. The sound of Lily's soft moans filled the bedroom, and propagated through the closed bathroom door, fueling Emily's own arousal. She could picture Lily's fingers dipping into her wetness, her back arching as she chased her release. Emily's hand found its way between her legs, her fingers slipping into her folds, matching Lily's rhythm.

"Fuck, Lily," Emily groaned, her voice barely audible over the sound of the shower. "You better make yourself come fast, because when I get out of this shower, I'm going to bed."

Lily's gasps and moans grew louder, more urgent. A faint buzzing sound filled the dorm room, signaling the activation of Mr. Buzzkill. Emily's breath hitched as she imagined Lily's fingers slick with her own arousal, her body writhing on the bed as she chased her orgasm. Emily's hand moved faster, her fingers slipping in and out of her own wetness, matching Lily's rhythm. "Let me hear you come, baby. I want to hear you scream."

Lily's moans grew louder, more desperate.

"Fuck, Lily, you sound so fucking good," Emily panted to herself, her voice ragged with desire. "Make yourself come, baby. Come all over your fingers." Her words too quiet for Lily to hear, but loud enough for her own ears.

She felt her orgasm building, her own fingers moving faster, her thumb circling her clit. She bit her lip, trying to hold back her cries, but it was no use. "YES!" Lily screamed, her body convulsing as she came, her fingers fucking herself through her orgasm. Emily's own body tensed, her fingers slipping in and out of her pussy as she chased her own release.

Lily's cries of pleasure echoed through the bathroom door, spurring Emily on. She could hear the wet sounds of Lily's fingers fucking herself, the buzzing of Mr. Buzzkill vibrating against her clit. The image of Lily's body writhing on the bed, her fingers buried deep inside her pussy, was too much for Emily to bear.

"Fuck, Lily," Emily groaned, her voice ragged with desire. "I'm coming, baby. I'm coming so fucking hard." Her fingers moved faster, her thumb circling her clit as she felt her orgasm approach.

Standing in the shower, Emily's legs tensed and her fingers dug into her pussy, her breath coming in short gasps. "Fuck, Lily, I'm coming," she moaned, her voice barely audible over the sound of the water. "I'm coming so fucking hard."

Emily's voice echoed through the bathroom, her fingers buried deep inside her pussy as she rode out her orgasm. She leaned against the cool tile wall, her body still trembling with aftershocks. She could hear Lily's softer moans from the other room, her own fingers still working slowly between her legs, drawing out her pleasure.

Emily turned off the shower and stepped out, grabbing a towel to wrap around herself. She walked back into the bedroom, her eyes immediately drawn to Lily. Her roommate was sprawled out on the bed, her legs spread wide, Mr. Buzzkill off to the side.

Lily snored like a diesel truck trying to start on a cold morning, completely oblivious to Emily's return. Emily smirked, watching Lily's chest rise and fall in contented sleep. She walked over to her own bed, toweling off her hair before dropping the towel to the floor. She pulled back the covers and slid into bed, her body still humming with the afterglow of her orgasm.

But sleep did not come easily. Emily's mind was racing, her body still hungry for more. She glanced over at Lily, her eyes tracing the curves of her roommate's body, her naked body sprawled out like a starfish on the bed.

"fuck yeah, Lily," Emily whispered to herself, "you fucking killed it." She couldn't help but admire the way Lily's body glistened with sweat, her breasts rising and falling with each breath she took. Emily's gaze lingered on Lily's pussy, swollen and pink from her recent orgasm. She could still hear the faint buzzing of Mr. Buzzkill, now discarded on the bed beside Lily.

"you're a fucking goddess." Emily muttered to herself, her own body still yearning for more.

Emily knew one thing: the next couple of days