Knocking At The Back Door

Angela dozed, sunlight dusting the sheets, until her roommate's door-burst shattered the hush. "I have something you HAVE to see!" Gia sang. "Gia! Knock first!" Angela snapped. Days later Angela stood in bra and panties, almost dressed. The door flew wide again. Gia froze, gaze glued to Angela's heavy breasts. The stare lingered, hungry and blushing. "Out! Now!" Angela barked, shoving her into the hall and slamming the door. Next morning the laptop glowed across Angela's lap. Her fingers slipped beneath her skirt, teasing her clit, soft wet sounds rising. The door cracked. Gia chirped a hello. Angela shrieked, "NOT NOW!" Footsteps retreated. Later Angela found the whiteboard outside Gia's room: Gone to the gym. She grinned, raced to her bedroom, tore off every stitch, and dropped face-down, ass high. A slick dildo pressed to her rim. "Finally," she breathed, sinking it deep, rubbing her pussy in tight circles. Pleasure coiled. The door swung again. Gia stepped inside mid-sentence, then halted, eyes enormous. Angela yelped, scrambling to cover herself. "Sorry," Gia stammered. Angela laughed once, bitter. "Sorry would've knocked." Gia looked wounded. "I don't mean to intrude. I just... get excited to see you." Angela's anger softened. "I like you too, but I need space." Gia smiled shyly. "Doesn't look like space. Looks like you need someone else's hands." Angela licked her lips. "You barge in so much—maybe I should show you exactly what I do alone." She held up the shiny toy, licked it slowly, then pulled Gia onto the bed. "Ever had anything in your ass?" Gia shook her head. Angela kissed her hard, guiding Gia's mouth to her tits. Clothes vanished. Gia dropped to all fours. Angela smacked that plump ass, watched it jiggle, then spread the cheeks and dragged her tongue over the tight hole. Gia moaned. Angela grinned against skin. "Time you learned what knocking on the back door really means." }