My Quiet Afternoon Alone

A thick college coed confession from Claire

I kicked the door shut behind me and dropped my bag by the dresser. Another long lecture done, another walk across campus in those tight jeans that always make my hips sway a little more than I mean them to. The apartment was empty. My roommate had left a note about staying at her boyfriend’s place tonight. Perfect.

I peeled everything off in the middle of the bedroom. Shirt, bra, jeans, the little thong that had been riding up all day. The cool air kissed my skin and my heavy breasts settled free. I caught my reflection in the mirror for a second. Thick college coed body, soft curves, full tits that bounce when I walk, the kind of hips that fill out a bed. I liked what I saw.

I climbed onto the white sheets and sank back into the pillows. The lamp by the bed cast that warm golden glow I always leave on. My hair fanned out around me. One hand drifted up and cupped my left breast, thumb brushing over the nipple until it tightened. The other hand rested low on my stomach, fingers already restless.

Fingers Sliding Lower

I let my knees fall open. The air touched me there and I shivered. My middle finger found the soft folds of my pussy and stroked once, slow. I was already wet. Thinking about the way that guy in my econ class had looked at me earlier had done half the work. I pressed harder, circling my clit, then dipped lower and pushed inside.

One finger. Then two. I fucked myself with a steady rhythm, palm grinding against my clit every time I pushed deep. My other hand stayed on my breast, squeezing, pinching the nipple just enough to make my breath catch. The wet sound of my fingers moving in and out filled the quiet room. I arched my back and pushed my hips up to meet every thrust.

I kept going, faster now, curling my fingers so they rubbed that spot that always makes my thighs shake. My free hand slid down to join the first, spreading myself open so I could watch. Thick college coed legs spread wide on white sheets, fingers shiny, pussy swollen and greedy. I rubbed my clit in tight circles while three fingers pumped in and out.

The orgasm built low in my belly and then spilled over hard. My whole body locked up. I cried out into the empty apartment, hips jerking, pussy clenching around my fingers in wave after wave. I kept rubbing through it until I was too sensitive to take any more and finally collapsed back against the pillows, breathing hard, hand still resting between my legs.

I stayed like that for a long time, naked and warm and satisfied, the lamp still glowing soft against the red curtains. Some afternoons are better spent alone.