Hello! It’s been awhile, but I’m back again with another story about myself and my roommate, Layne.
First, a quick reminder about what we look like:
I’m Brooke. I’m 20. I’m bisexual. I’m 5’5, with short-ish dark brown hair and blue eyes which I’m told are large and innocent-looking. I’m relatively pale, despite my best efforts to tan. I guess have a little of an hourglass figure. I’m only 130lbs but I have decently sized boobs with wide hips and a big, round bubble butt! My butt is my pride and joy, as you can probably tell from my username haha.
Layne is gorgeous. She is 21. Physically she is quite different from me. She is taller by a few inches, with dirty blonde hair that she almost always keeps in a ponytail, and lightly tanned skin. She has a slightly more athletic frame, with large, natural breasts that form the perfect cleavage.
Her butt isn’t quite as big as mine, but it still fills out her pants nicely, and she has long legs to go with it!
Layne and I both work out, but Layne is a beast. On campus I’d go to the gym once or twice a week, and I mainly just do cardio and basic stuff like that to keep myself healthy. Layne went four to five times a week, at least, and did the full rotation. She did cardio, weights, Pilates, endurance stuff.
This kept her super fit (and also gave me plenty of chances to watch her change out of her sweaty workout clothes back in our dorm room!) One day, though, she went a little bit too hard in a kick-boxing class the school was offering. When she came back that evening she was in pain, having over-extended something in her back and legs. I consoled her and offered pain killers and ice packs and all the usual stuff, and she passed out from a combination of exhaustion and medication before too long.
The next day she was still in pain and incredibly stiff and sore. It was so bad that I carried her bag for her on the way to her first class so she could let her body relax and loosen up a bit as she walked. I felt bad for her, and wished I could make her pain go away, but all I could do was commiserate with her and encourage her to make it through the day.
Once we’d both finished classes and were back in our room, I could tell Layne was not looking forward to climbing up to her bunk to try and lay down. I told her she could lay on my bed, which was the bottom bunk, to save herself some effort. She thanked me and laid down on her stomach. She’d chosen comfy clothes, a sweatshirt and track shorts, which showed off her long, tan legs. I sat on the edge of the bed next to her and gently rubbed her back between her shoulder blades.
“I’m sorry you hurt so much. Maybe take a break from the gym this weekend?”
“Yeah, I know. I hope I didn’t strain something. It’s mainly just my back. This feels good though…” She sighed and I felt her body relax slightly as I continued to rub her back. I turned so I had a better angle and began using both hands, rubbing with a bit more force along her spin and around her shoulders. Her sighs were longer and slower as she slowly let her body go and sank into the mattress. “Yeah…” the word trailed off from her lips as I continued to rub and massage her over her sweater. I kept this up for a few minutes as I could tell it was helping, but her sweatshirt was preventing me from really working her muscles properly.
“Do you want to take your shirt off and I’ll use some oil?” I offered. She nodded lazily. I got a towel to lay under her so any stray oil wouldn’t spill onto my sheets and got a bottle of baby oil from our bathroom. As I made the arrangements, I kept glancing at Layne as she sat up and pulled her sweatshirt off over her head and dropped it onto the floor. Her body is stunning.
Light, caramel-tan skin that is flawless and radiant. Her back was toned, though I could tell she was keeping her shoulders tensed a bit. Although I didn’t get a full view that moment, I knew her perfectly round and natural breasts were exposed and the thought of them sent a warm spike of excitement through my body. She laid back down abd folded her arms above her to rest her head on. I switched off our harsh fluorescent ceiling light and instead turned on our wax diffuser, which glowed fiery orange and begin sending a light, crispy autumn scent into the air. The room was dim and intimate, and I took my place back at the bedside
I drizzled some oil onto her back and began rubbing it in with my fingertips in slow, soft circles.
“Ohhh, this is nice….” Layne muttered.
“Shhh, you just enjoy it.” I insisted. I’m not a masseuse or chiropractor or anything like that, but I was happy that I could take away her pain, even for just a little bit. I spent about fifteen or twenty minutes massaging her, doing everything from light taps, circles with the tips of my fingers, to stronger rubbing with my palms and knuckles. She said nothing else, just sighed with relief and occasionally winced or groaned if I hit a tender spot. I came to a pause as her back was now tinted red from all of my massaging, and asked if she wanted me to do her legs too since I knew they hurt.
“Yes please, if you don’t mind…” she said eagerly. I didn’t at all. The more time I had to touch and admire her perfect body, the happier I was! I shifted the towel down below her legs. I prepared to use some more oil, but stopped. I had a thought, both practical and conniving.
“Um, can I take off your shorts so they don’t get all oily?” This was a legitimate concern as I wanted to give her thighs a proper rubdown, but I also just wanted to have Layne at the mercy of my hands while she was in nothing but her panties! Fortunately my massage skills had left her relaxed and happy to comply. She wordlessly lifted her hips, allowing me to slide my fingers into the waistband of her shorts slide them off her. I was rewarded with the sight of Layne’s perky round butt in a white Calvin Klein thong.
They are my favorite underwear of hers because the bright color contrasts with the light tan of her skin and really accentuates her incredible ass. It took all of my willpower not to clamp my hands down onto her cheeks then and there. Instead, with my eyes still glued to her delectable buns, I oiled up my hands and went to work on her calves. Layne was soon whimpering and shifting slightly on the bed, so we quickly realized her legs were way more sore than we thought. I proceeded cautiously, rubbing with as much pressure as I dared and letting my hands glide along her legs from the back of her knees down to her ankles. I did my best to alleviate the discomfort she was feeling, but I knew ultimately they would just need time to heal, so after a bit I moved on.
I got off the bed and knelt on the rug beside it while I started working on Layne’s feet. She has adorable feet. Her white toenail polish was starting to chip but still looked cute, and her soles were scrunched slightly as she tried to resist the tickling that accompanied the oily rubdown I was giving her. I’d given Layne foot massages and shoulder rubs before, but always in a much more casual way while watching a movie or something. This was the first time I’d had the chance to give her a proper full-body massage with oil, without any other distractions to me or her.
I was floating in the clouds, and was determined to make it last as long as possible for both my enjoyment and Layne’s. Her soft sighs, faint smile, and noticeably relaxed posture had assured me she was content to let me keep working as long as I wanted. I pressed my knuckles into her soles, digging them in a bit and really pressing on the balls of her feet. I slipped my fingers between her toes and rubbed each one individually, giving them all the attention that they deserved. As much as I loved her feet, I had an even more exciting area I wanted to get to.
I ran my hands up Layne’s legs again to her thighs. I prepared to get more oil, but before doing so had another idea. I climbed onto the bed again and straddled her calves, so that her thighs and booty were directly in front of me. My heart was fluttering at such an incredible view, and I could tell Layne approved of the new arrangement as she softly rubbed her legs against the inside of my thighs as I settled into position.
I greased up her thighs with more baby oil and began to massage once again. Her thighs aren’t quite as big as mine, but they are taut and sexy. My hands were gliding up and down easily, and I made sure to stop just before reaching the curve of her butt cheeks. Apart from wanting to give Layne a properly good massage, I also wanted to build up to what I hoped would become an even more intimate encounter, and ensure that if it happened we were both as excited as possible. By this point over an hour had passed since the massage had begun, and Layne seemed to be hovering on the edge of sleep. I kept at it, squeezing her thighs and doing circles with my thumbs, until I decided to make the next move.
I ran my thumbs up her thighs once again, but this time I kept going until they were pressed against her butt. I paused very briefly before tracing the beautiful curve of her cheeks with my thumbs, thus pulling her cheeks apart ever so slightly. Layne made no audible response, but she scooted just a bit so that her butt was in better reach of my hands, and that was the only signal I needed. I resumed this maneuver, except each time I allowed my thumbs to press harder into the soft, warm flesh of her booty. Soon I was spreading her cheeks wide enough with my motions to glimpse the thin strand of white fabric hiding between them. And I also noticed the faintest wet spot on the fabric directly over her mound.
I swallowed dryly, and my hands were trembling. I could tell Layne was legitimately turned on by my attention, and the revelation had me flustered but excited. The next time my hands glided up her thighs, I fully cupped her ass cheeks and gave them a playful jiggle, watching her glowing skin, slick with oil, ripple and bounce in response. She giggled and shifted her weight below me. I let my hands slide up onto her ass properly. I began to knead her cheeks, giving them a proper rub with my knuckles and palms. She sighed and nodded to indicate it felt good, so I kept at it. I squeezed and grabbed freely, using the opportunity to make Layne feel good and explore the goddess-like beauty of her form.
My breath was coming in spurts and my hands were still trembling as they played with her booty. I began massaging in large circles, letting my hands pull her cheeks apart again as I moved from the inside out. This time I got an even better view, and I could see the hint of her asshole hidden by her thong and just below, the swollen lips of her pussy straining against the miniscule scrap of fabric.
It was time for another move. I slipped one finger beneath her thong above her butt, pulling it away slightly so the warm air came into contact with her privates. “Off?” I asked innocently.
“Please…” the word came out as a breath, heavy and impatient. Once again Layne obediently lifted her hips so I could work her panties off, rocking it back and forth over her hips and across her butt. I had to dismount from my position so I could pull them the rest of the way off. As I started to climb back onto the bed, Layne spoke again.
My heart seemed to stop and spiral out of control at the same time. “Are you sure?”
She nodded, and watched with a relaxed, contented expression as I pulled off my t-shirt and let my shorts drop to my ankles. I stepped out of them and reached to slip my panties off as well, but Layne interrupted me. “Other way.”
“Huh?” I asked, confused. In response she indicated with a twirl of her finger that she wanted me to spin around. I blushed and complied, turning so my back was facing her. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties, and keeping my legs locked I bent at the waist and tugged them down, playfully teasing Layne with the sight of my undies peeling off my big butt. Once they’d passed the curve of my cheeks I released them and let them fall. I straightened up and turned to look at Layne over my shoulder. Her eyes were fixated on my ass and her lips were parted just slightly. She silently extended a hand towards me and I knew what she wanted.
Giggling, I kicked my undies away and backed up until my rump landed in Layne’s grip. She sighed almost inaudibly as her hand slowly tightened around my ass, giving my left cheek a loving but firm squeeze. She did this for a few seconds before switching to the other side, jiggling my ass a little to watch it bounce at the slightest movement before she coyly withdrew her arm and finally looked up to meet my gaze.
I smiled back at her, blushing, then took my position astride her legs again. Layne’s own bare butt was directly in front of me, looking like a perfect peach. I drizzled more oil onto the tops of her cheeks and let the drops run down before resuming the massage. I returned to my previous motion, moving my hands in circles across her cheeks. I applied a bit more pressure so as to properly work the oil into her skin and soothe her muscles.
Layne’s perfectly bronzed butt was glowing with the dewy glint of the oil, and my breath continually got stuck in my throat as I struggled to slow my heart rate and keep myself from diving face first between her buns. Once again I began to pull her cheeks apart slightly while I rubbed her down. This time there was no fabric to hide anything. The skin between her cheeks was paler, and her small, pink asshole was gleaming from the oil that had dripped down her crack. Just below, the lips of her pussy were even pinker and clearly swollen. They glistened as well, but I could tell it was more than just oil.
As the minutes crept by, I allowed my fingers to wander further inwards. They began to graze the inner curve of her cheeks, and then glide along the length of her crack, and finally I gently stroked her hole with my pointer finger, applying just enough pressure to communicate to Layne that I knew what I was doing. Her response was to strain her thighs against mine. Getting the hint, I lifted myself up briefly so she could spread her legs wider. This motion caused her lips to pull apart slightly like rose petals unfurling, and in spite of myself a little whimper escaped my lips. Layne heard, and murmured a giggle before jiggling her wet ass a bit to tease me. I needed no further invitation.
Returning to my seat, I pried Layne’s cheeks apart and resumed my soft touches on her asshole with my left hand. While this happened, I began running my right hand up and down her thigh, creeping closer and closer to her groin each time. Layne’s breath was getting heavier, and she began to shift now and then on the bed. I recognized the tell-tale signs of aroused desperation, and deciding not to be too mean I allowed my fingers to cup her pussy. She was blazing like the sun, and I could feel the wetness that had seeped out onto her lips. A strong exhale from her and an immediate release of tension in her thighs and hips told me this was what she wanted.
I began to message her mound, rubbing and pressing in a rhythm with my left hand as well. I slipped my middle finger between her outer lips, letting them glide easily between her until I found her clit. I continued the synchronized massage, this time adding small circles on her clit. Layne’s fingers were fluttering across the sheets, sometimes gripping them and sometimes clenching and unclenching repeatedly. She ground her hips in response to my touch, and her thighs squeezed shut and then relaxed over and over as I worked her body. After a few minutes, I put another dollop of oil directly on her asshole.
I placed my index finger on it and began to massage it with more force, pushing firmly against her but not penetrating. I adjusted my right hand and slid my first two fingers inside her slowly. They entered with no resistance, and the wet, fiery heat of her pussy enveloped me. She felt like heaven, and I began to massage her from the inside while using my thumb to continue stimulating her clit. Layne was no audibly encouraging me with high, whiny mhm’s and yes’s, and I focused on maintaining the rhythm between my busy fingers while increasing the pace and pressure. I began to steadily finger-fuck her, keeping my fingers against her g-spot as they moved in and out. I began to slip my left finger into her tight ass. I had to go slower, but Layne did her best to relax. Once we got past the first knuckle, the rest of my finger popped in easily, eliciting a tiny laugh of delight from us both. I continued to finger both of her holes, adjusting the speed in response to her noises and directions.
Soon she wanted it harder, and I was working her ass and pussy with quick pumps, my arms moving like pistons. I could feel her pussy starting to clench around my fingers. So I slide into her deep and began doing circles to match the motions on her clit. This change put Layne up to another level. She moaned aloud and writhed as I worked her pussy and ass deeply but tenderly. Within a minute she reached back to tap my arm in a frenzy. “Oh I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” she said, her breath still strained and full of pleasure. Sure enough, her pussy locked my fingers in place and a new surge of wetness washed over them. All I could do was continue to rub her clit and finger her ass. While the waves of pleasure rolled through her body. Her orgasm came in several spurts over about forty-five seconds. When the last jolt faded, her body relaxed enough that I was able to withdraw my fingers from her creamy cunt.
I very slowly removed my finger from her ass as well. I sat back, sweat coating my body from my efforts, and idly rubbed Layne’s body. I trailed my fingers over her legs and butt and back, and eventually laid down beside her and wrapped her up as the little spoon. Our oily, sweaty bodies stuck to each other, and in between the kisses. I planted on her neck and cheek and the softly murmured “Wows” and “thank yous”, we chuckled at the forthcoming pain of unsticking ourselves. After several minutes laying together, we finally got up. As we shook out the stiffness in our limbs, Layne genuinely thanked me for both the massage and happy ending. She insisted she would return the favor, she just needed to shower first so she wasn’t so sticky. I told her I would join her, and giggling we squeezed ourselves into our tiny dorm shower (not that we minded the close proximity).