Starting Over - Part 5

Jenna followed the laughter down the hallway at the party and found herself pressed against the door in the bathroom, her new roommate’s hands already sliding under her skirt. They had barely closed the latch before mouths met, rough and wet, fingers twisting into hair. Her roommate lifted her onto the cold marble counter, spread her thighs, and yanked her panties aside. Two fingers pushed inside without ceremony, curling hard as a tongue flicked against her clit. Jenna grabbed the faucet with one hand, gasping, her hips rocking to meet each thrust. The other woman worked fast—mouth hungry, teeth grazing, knuckles deep—until Jenna’s legs shook and she came sharp and sudden against the porcelain sink, stifling the cry with her own wrist.