Hey, This Is MY Room!

Liz Jordan steps into the hallway wearing nothing but a towel, fresh from the shower and still groping without her glasses. Blurry shapes guide her through the nearest door. She pushes it shut, peels the towel away, and the second the soft cotton drags across her nipples her thighs clench. She sighs, a half-smile curling. "New place stress, new-roommate charm… maybe I just need to take the edge off. Why not?" She drops onto the bed, legs falling open, fingers already circling her clit. Soft, wet sounds fill the room as she works herself faster, chasing the heat that builds low in her belly. The door opens again. Hazel Moore freezes on the threshold, eyes wide at the sight of her roommate splayed and glistening. A quiet gasp gets Liz’s attention. She looks up, hand stalling between her legs. Recognition hits; panic follows. "This… this isn’t my room?" She scrambles upright, cheeks burning, stammering apologies. Hazel’s shock melts into a slow smile. Liz bites her lip, suddenly playful. "Let me make it up to you," she offers, voice husky, fingers still shiny with her own arousal.