I [F20] masturbated to my straight roommate [F19]

This story has been updated. Find part 2 here

Okay, this isn't nearly as slutty as everyone else on this sub, but afterwards, given who was involved, it felt like the sluttiest thing I'd ever done, so I'm sending it to yall anyway. Sorry I wasnt brave enough to make this story sluttier

I live in the dorms of a very religious private university out here in Utah (you know the one). My roommate is of that religion and I am not. In fact, I'm pagan, and even more shocking to her, I'm a lesbian. Needless to say, this caused a bit of tension when we met. I genuinely dont know why. Conservative, christian people can be like that, I guess.

We live as separately as possible. Our beds and desks are in separate rooms, so that wasnt hard. We have two bathrooms (because it's a three person dorm with two people because of covid), so that was fine too. The real challenge is our shared living room/kitchen. I dont mind being around her, but she avoids me there when she can, even taking food into her room if I walk in. It makes me feel shitty as hell to inconvenience her, so I usually keep to myself in my room instead.

Well, that changed recently. One night a few weeks ago we discussed our thanksgiving plans. She was staying at the dorms because of covid and wanted to know if I was doing the same. I said yes. She seemed glad and to be struggling with not seeing her mom till christmas. The next morning she was making an obvious effort to be on better terms with me, even going as far as giving the standard "I accept you but not your lifestyle. I have a cousin who is gay," speech. All the same, our relationship did improve. We ate some meals together, chatted between classes, all stuff we never did before. We even planned a disney movie marathon, something we discussed when we first met before she knew I was gay.

That marathon was two nights ago and poorly timed. We both had intense midterms (I physics, she anatomy) and had lost sleep studying. There wasnt a way in hell we'd stay awake more than an hour or two tops. We stuck to the plan, however, just to have something to take our mind off our grades. I popped popcorn and set up my laptop while she showered (she takes a lot of de-stressing showers). When she came out I was wrapped in a quilt, eyes on my phone.

She lifted the edge of the quilt and my arm with it, sat down directly next to me, and wrapped her side of the quilt on her shoulder. That's when I saw what she was wearing, and let's just say I wasnt feeling tired anymore. She had on a pair of basketball shorts that fell to just above her knees and a tight, black tank top. I didnt dare check then, but I was fairly certain she had no bra. I know this doesnt sound like much to most people, but considering her religion's statements on "modesty" and the sudden physical contact, this blew my mind. It's like when a cat finally let's you pet them. The one woman absolutely forbidden in my sexual conquests just sat down in my arms in probably the most revealing clothes she owns. There was a whole mix of pride and panic and worry and elation, but above all those was horniness. I became deeply attracted to my roommate when we actually spent time together. Looking at her right then, with damp hair, no makeup, and cheeks bright red from the hot water, confirmed exactly why.

I was wide awake. She wasnt though. She only made it through half of Moana before her head started nodding. She struggled for a bit, but eventually let herself lay her head on my shoulder and close her eyes. She gave me explicit instructions to wake her up at the end because it was her favorite part. I obliged only to discover how much she moves in her sleep. She half-consciously shifted repeatedly to find the most comfortable position: her head laying above my right breast, her legs looped over my right leg, her arms reaching around my torso almost connecting at my left shoulder. My arm had gone from laying behind her shoulders to reaching to her hip. I still dont know how my heartbeat didnt wake her up.

I didnt want to ruin the scene, but I was true to my word and rocked her a bit. She opened her eyes for the last few scenes then went back to her place in my arms. I felt like our bodies had been built to fit together like this. I think she agreed. She mumbled, "Sleeping Beauty is next right?"

"Yeah. It's my favorite," I whispered. After hesitating a moment I asked, "Can I brush your hair?"

She hummed a yes.

I found a hairbrush within arms reach and began. Her hair was straight and went just past her shoulders. It was a dark brown with lighter speckles. It felt silky between my fingers, and I slowly transitioned to just playing with the strands of hair. She wasnt sleeping, but she was still. When it felt like doing anymore would end in me kissing her, I stopped and braided her hair like she usually has it before she sleeps. Laying the braid down on her neck, I let my fingers gently trace her spine and slowly scratched her back up and down. I indulged myself that little bit (and no, she wasnt wearing a bra).

She sang softly along with Once Upon a Dream, then when it was finished, admitted that she was ready to sleep for the night. I lied and said I was too. Without moving she whispered, "Goodnight, Avery." She lingered for a moment then turned and left for her room.

The moment I was back in my room, my shorts were off. My panties were soaked and I silently prayed that none of my juices leaked out where she could feel. I investigated further, inching my middle finger beneath my panties. It was a mess. My clit had swelled and reacted with sharp pleasure as soon as I brushed the hood. My entire slit was damp and my hole was oozing. She did this to me. She wasnt even trying and she turned me on more than any other girl had.

Before I knew it I was moaning her name into one hand and swiftly rubbing myself with the other, terrified and eager of the fact she might hear me. I wanted her to walk in on me. I wanted her to see what she did to me, the way she made my juices flow and my nipples swell. I wanted her to take responsibility of what she did, to finish what she started, to take ownership of me.

I came. Hard. I'm lucky (or unlucky) I didnt wake the whole building. But then I realized what I did. I got turned on by a little girl who was just trying to be my friend, who was deeply religious, deeply straight, and deeply off limits. But I let myself catch feeling for her. Not just a crush, but a hunger for her. My body ached for round two. My mind still couldn't ignore her. I even considered knocking on her door and asking for a quickie. I needed her and her body. Shame was the only thing that stopped me.

But that just turned me on even more, and I rubbed another out for her.

EDIT: Thank you for the reward! This is much more popular than I expected. I guess part 2 is in order (after it happens of course)...