The big one was so close. Just another minute of letting the dildo pound her sloppy cunt and the explosive ecstasy would clear her mind enough to extricate the two plastic toys from her mildly mutated body.
And then her roommate struck again. The shower stopped and in a moment there would be a witness to her depravity. A very gossipy one at that.
'Shit, shit, shit,' she muttered. She pulled at the dildo and mercifully it withdrew from her stretched hole. Immediately she felt empty without it, as though she'd just torn a limb from her body. A part of her wanted to shove it straight back in, but she'd worked too hard on her social status to throw it all away on an impulse, no matter how strong the urge was.
Tossing it under her covers, she quickly grabbed a pair of jeans and jumped into them. As the tight fabric pressed snugly against the butt-plug she closed her eyes and silently cursed herself. How could she keep forgetting about that damned thing? Nothing for it now except hope her tits didn't get too big, which she promptly covered with her baggy university sweatshirt.
Helen re-entered the room with a towel wrapped around her body, her hair still dripping wet. 'I'm almost surprised to see you dressed,' she smirked. 'If I didn"t know you so well I'd say that you were masturbating in here like some horny bookworm.'
'Struggled with my jeans, that's all," she said, her cheeks growing warm with embarrassment. 'Think I'll have a word with my coach today about my diet.'
She knew she didn't sound convincing and pushed past her roommate before she got interrogated any further. Hopefully she wouldn't look under her bed covers and find the dildo, inspecting it closely to see if it had been used, smelling her juices all over the length of the surface, getting tempted to try the cursed thing herself.