okay so i’m 19 and i share a tiny apartment with my roommate who is like two years older. her boyfriend stays over a lot. he’s cute in that quiet way and i always caught myself staring a little too long when he walked around without a shirt. the way his shoulders moved, the line of his stomach, how the air in the apartment suddenly felt warmer whenever he was there. i never said anything because she is my friend and i didnt want to mess anything up.
last week they had a fight and he left in a hurry. he left one of his tshirts on the couch. it still smelled like his cologne and a little like him, that mix of skin and whatever he always wears that i had started noticing without meaning to. i don’t know what came over me but after she went to bed i picked it up and took it to my room. my hands were already shaking a little. i told myself i was just going to smell it for a second.
i ended up on my bed in just my panties holding the shirt against my face while i rubbed myself through the fabric. the cotton was soft and still held the shape of him. it felt so wrong and so good at the same time, heat pooling low in my stomach while my face burned with how stupid this was. i kept thinking about how he looked when he stretched or when he came out of the shower with a towel low on his hips, water still on his skin, that quiet way he never seemed to notice anyone watching. i got so wet so fast the fabric of my panties was already sticking to me. i pushed my panties to the side and started edging with two fingers while i breathed in the shirt. every inhale made my hips twitch. every time i got close i stopped and just pressed the shirt harder against my face, breathing through the cloth until the urge backed off enough that i could start again.
i must have been at it for almost an hour because my legs were shaking and there was a wet spot under me that kept spreading. my thighs ached. my fingers were slick. i finally let myself get right to the edge again, that tight, helpless feeling where my whole body was already starting to lock up, and that’s when the door opened.
she was standing there in her pajamas holding her phone. the hallway light cut across the room. she just froze. i froze. the shirt was still over my face and my fingers were still inside me. for a second nobody moved. the only sound was my own breathing through the fabric. then she said “is that his shirt” in this quiet voice and i scrambled to cover myself but i was already cumming. like really hard. i couldn’t stop it. my whole body jerked and i made this pathetic little sound while i was still looking at her, the orgasm ripping through me in waves I had no control over, my hips lifting off the bed, the shirt still crushed against my face.
she just stared for another second then closed the door without saying anything else.
i sat there on the bed trying to breathe with his shirt still in my hand and cum basically everywhere. my legs would not stop trembling. my face was hot and wet. i cleaned up as fast as i could and left the shirt folded back on the couch like nothing happened. the next morning she acted normal but she kept looking at me a little longer than usual. her boyfriend came over that night and i could barely look at either of them.
i still have no idea if she told him. part of me hopes she didn’t. the other part keeps replaying the whole thing and getting wet all over again. i feel disgusting and i can’t stop thinking about it.