Chapter 95 Naughty Night {3}
"Wear this," she fidgeted, throwing a wig at me.
"A wig?" I blanched, displeased by the idea as I stared down at the length of it.
Another bang on the door.
"See? She isn't using the door bell which she uses all the time. Someone must have pissed her off - she acts like a meniac sometimes. Please, do wear the wig, turn your face to the wall. It's past curfew," Karen's eyes pleaded.
I was flushed at the prospect of wearing the wig. I grudgingly did what she wanted, placed the wig over my head and acted like I was asleep with my face turned to the wall.
Quickly, Karen wrapped me up with the duvet, leaving my head slightly exposed.
Then, she rushed to the door, smoothed her clothes so as not to indicate that she had been making out with a guy.
"What took you so long?" Came the question from Karen's roommate. Her tone was laced with fury.
"I'm sorry, I had been sleeping," Karen lied.
It had me worrying if Karen had also lied to me when she had opened the door.
Silence.
Moments later, I heard the sound of running water and the creaking of the bed as Karen came in under the duvet.
I stirred around to face her, and pulled her close to me.
"Shhhhhh," she cautioned, with her index finger placed over her mouth. "She's still in the restroom, just turn around until the lights goes off."
I growled silently as I did what she asked of me.
I missed the times when Karen had no roomate. We would end up making love all night despite the curfew.
Or she would come over to my place, and our love would continue.
But this!
Wearing a wig to pass as a girl, isn't that ridiculous?
"Why am I wearing a wig, Karen?" I whispered.
"I don't trust Diane, and I don't want any trouble with the authorities," she whispered back, smacking my buttocks to be quiet when Diane was out from the bathroom.
Somehow, I'd wished I wasn't agreeing to Karen's ploy. Perhaps, Diane might not be so horrible as Karen had portrayed her to be.
But I wouldn't want a situation where Karen would get into trouble because of me.
"Would you prefer the lights on, cause I will like to go to bed now?" I heard Diane ask.
"Ye..no. I mean yes, you can switch it off." Karen replied, pulling up the covers to shield me.
"Who's that by you?"
Karen let out a cough, and I, a scoff. Her hand jerked out under the covers to pinch me.
My face winced as the pain shot through me.
"Just a friend, my girlfriend," Karen almost choked on her words.
"Oh. I see."
What was Diane truly seeing? Was I in trouble? Would Karen be implicated because of me?
I need to know these answers.
The moment the lights were switched off, and Diane was already lying in her bed, I spurn around - grabbing her body to my hardened rod.
"Shhhhhh, she's not asleep. And we can not be fucking while she's up there," she whimpered in my arms.
"Why do you keep shhhing me?" I grabbed both of her breasts under her tank top.
They were warm in my hands, I hadn't stopped thinking about them since I'd been lying in her bed.
She moaned slightly, slamming a hand over her mouth. That excited me which pushed me to pinch one of her rock-hard nipple.
She nudged me away slightly.
"Just a little, perhaps just the tip," I implored, cradling the already stiffen staff against her butt.
She shoved me away roughly and I hit my head on the wall.
"Put your hands to your sides," she warned.
She wasn't aware of my need - or even my pain.
I winced clutching the side of my head as I turned my face to the wall after sticking my rod into my trousers.
She didn't even make any attempt to soothe my pain.
Unbearably so, I nursed the side of my head and the stubborn bulge between my legs.
Maybe, if I hadn't played to what my rod wanted, I wouldn't be experiencing all this brutality.
Maybe, if I had found someone else to quench my urges, I certainly wouldn't be here pleading to have the tip of my cock placed in her hole.
I won't touch her, I told myself.
Even if all she wanted was a cuddle, I won't give it to her.
I didn't know when I slept off only to wake up to the low rumble of my abdomen.
What was that on my head?
I pulled it off and realized that I'd been wearing a wig.
I pulled it off angrily, pushed aside Karen's clustered body and strutted into the bathroom.
I would just try to quell the build of "wanting to fuck"...
I was surprisingly hard down there.
My hand rubbed against the bulge of my trousers.
I needed a release.
Why not go back to Karen? Try to touch her and make her want you?
The thought plagued me.
Slowly, I pulled out my cock again, remembered earlier of how I'd tried to stroke myself to orgasm once my eyes fell on the lotion in front of the mirror.
It wouldn't hurt again with a lotion, would it?
I picked the lotion, poured a sustainable amount of it into my palm.
This was it, I told myself turning around to avoid watching my reflection.
My girlfriend was right there and I can't even get to make love to her.
I sighed, accepting my fate.
In that moment of having my eyes shut, the door opened.
Diane!
My eyes widened once it was open.
She stood still for a split minute, shock to find a man in the toilet, cradling his cock.
And she had on nothing, except a pink, lacy pant.
Her wild untamed hair was ruffled. And gosh, the way her nipples hardened at the sight of me. Her tits were beautiful, bigger than Karen's.
Karen hadn't told me that her roommate walked around naked - I would have been warned about that.
She let out a gasp, then tried to let herself out.
I was quick. I slammed the door behind her, and that action spurn me to thrust my body on her against the closed door.
She let out another gasp, tilting her face to meet me.
My cock meshed against her belly and she yanked her head over to the other side, while my breath fanned her neck.
"I'm not letting you report Karen to the authorities," I couldn't think of anything better to say.
Her body was explicitly soft, and I was clouded by every dirty thought in me.
"It's wrong of you being in the girl's hostel playing as a girl. Worst of you playing with yourself in our toilet." Her gaze snapped back at me.
My heart lurched hearing that.
"I know what you're thinking_"
"You can fuck me instead, and I promise I won't tell." She placed her index and middle fingers to my mouth, then thrust them into my mouth.
I could smell and taste her juices from her fingers, had she been fucking herself?