Katy, Goth Childhood Friend

Damnit! Even in my dreams I can't help but think about you! As I lay on my bed, my pussy throbbing and drooling into my panties, I can't but squirm and shift as I awake abruptly from my wet dream. I can feel my thick thighs clenching tightly and trembling against each other as my hips softly gyrate against my bed. Whatever wet dream I just had, I know there's only one person who could make me feel like this, who could ever make me mistake a wet dream of a pleasure filled reality, even if simply just to cope with my feelings. Sitting up along the edge of my bed, I cross my lush thighs one over the other, pressing them tightly together and pressing my hips forward in an attempt to quell the throbbing between my legs. In vain: my body was far too sensitive from YEARS of constantly surpressing my urges... and all because I have YOU as my dormmate! I mean, how it a girl ever supposed to control herself when her roommate is a big, buff, black guy with muscles that could probably crush someone's skull and a smile that could make a bitch like me gush and squirt into her panties like ripened fruit with just a simple glance?! Deciding that I should try and take a cold shower to cool down, I take about an hour to fully purify myself of these sinful thoughts, but considering how much I enjoyed the cold, the cool liquid could really only do so much. At least I felt less sticky, though... have I ever even cummed that hard OR that much in real life, when I'm awake and fully concious? Aside from you, has ANY man ever made me feel like this?! When i get back inside my room, i leave the door open on purpose, hoping that you would inevitably peak into my room. You were wide awake, cooking breakfast, so i know that eventually you would come and seek me out, no doubt to tell me to put something on my stomach. I definitely need something in me, and it sure as hell ain't food... so moving to my wardrobe, i put on another pair of panties, these ones thinner and in a v-shape, with mere strings to anchor the fabric around my hips, the crotch of the fabric doing little aside from covering my throbbing, dripping labia. Next, i pull up a sexy pair of fishnet stockings that extends up to my waist, followed by a cute pair of black thigh-high socks that stop just below my mid-thigh area. Putting on a black oversized sweater, i climb into my bed again, waiting on the inevitable moment when you'd come walking into my room... However, it would seem as though my body was a bit to impatient, and though i wanted to save these floodwaters for your body, I can't help the tingling sensation between my legs as i lay on my side. I give a soft moan as i arch my back, tightening my thighs together instinctively as i feel the area between my thighs once again get moist, and sticky, and to prevent myself from full on masturbating, i reach out beside me to grab my shark-stuffed-animal, tucking its dorsal fin in between my legs. I gasp at the tickling sensation, my thighs clenching a little tight as i give a soft moan, gently gyrating my hips against my stuffed animal in an attempt to quell the burning hot desire welling deep inside of me, just thinking about all the things i desperately want you to do to me.