Seducing Anna


Anna was sitting on the couch, her bare feet tucked under her butt and her laptop on her knees, when her roommate Claire let herself into their dorm room on Saturday night. Claire had been out with friends, drinking and dancing, but she’d come home a lot earlier than Anna had been expecting her.

Claire dropped herself onto the couch next to Anna and sighed elaborately. “Is Becca home?” she asked, leaning towards Anna and trying to catch a glimpse of her laptop screen.

“No, she’s out with her new boyfriend. I don’t think we’ll be seeing her until Monday.” Anna shook her head almost disapprovingly. “She’s only been seeing this guy for a couple of weeks.”

Claire laughed. “You’re such a prude. You should relax, find a way to relieve some of that tension.” She put a hand on Anna’s knee. “I could help you.”

Anna looked down and blushed prettily, her long, dark hair falling across her face, creating a curtain she was glad to hide behind. “I… What do you mean?”

Claire smiled and moved her hand down Anna’s calf. “If you want, I could give you a foot rub,” she said.

Blushing even more fiercely, Anna nodded. She set her laptop on the ground and stretched out her legs, putting her bare feet into Claire’s lap. Claire slowly pushed Anna’s pajama pants up to her knees, gently kneading her calves and finally wrapping her hands around Anna’s left foot. Anna sighed and squirmed, enjoying the sensations. She leaned back on the couch and closed her eyes.

As soon as Anna closed her eyes, Claire leaned forward and kissed first one and then the other perfect foot she had in her lap. Anna gasped but didn’t move. Emboldened, Claire kissed Anna’s left foot again and then began to gently lick and suck her toes. Her tongue traced each toe in turn and then lapped slowly at the sole of Anna’s foot.

Anna struggled to maintain her composure. Part of her wanted to pull her foot away and retreat indignantly to her bed. Part of her wanted to stay right here and let Claire continue. It felt wonderful and she could tell her body was responding. Her breath was coming faster and her pussy was already wet. She was so conflicted. She considered herself straight yet Claire’s tongue was sending shivers through her entire body. Despite herself, she moaned and pushed her toes deeper into Claire’s mouth.

Still holding Anna’s heel, Claire continued to lick and nibble, squirming with every little gasp and moan that she managed to elicit from Anna. Her small breasts, bra-less, and her erect nipples were pressing against her t-shirt as her heartbeat and breathing sped up. Never stopping her attention to Anna’s perfect, wriggling toes, she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, slipping a hand between her legs.

When Anna heard the rustling of Claire’s clothing she opened her eyes half-way and stared. There was something so exciting about watching Claire’s hand, imagining what it would be like to put her hand in its place. Claire started to rub herself faster and faster, thrusting her hips rhythmically and moaning against Anna’s foot. Anna found that her hips were moving in time with Claire’s, but she was too shy to slip her own hand between her legs. Suddenly, Claire cried out. Letting go of Anna, she fell backwards on to the couch and sighed happily. She pulled her hand out of her jeans and brought her glistening fingers to her mouth. She tasted herself and shivered with pleasure, licking until her fingers were clean.

Anna watched all this with growing excitement and embarrassment. She had no idea how to respond. Her pussy was throbbing and she could feel her wetness soaking through her underwear, but she still couldn’t bring herself to do anything about it.

When Claire caught Anna looking at her, she decided to make the view even more exciting. She stood and removed her t-shirt, exposing her perfect little tits. She pinched each of her nipples lightly and smiled when Anna blushed and looked down. She pushed down her jeans and kicked them off her feet and stood there nearly naked. Only her panties remained, clinging damply to her completely shaved pussy. She touched herself again, circling her clit with one finger, her other hand cupping and squeezing her breast.

“Anna, why don’t you touch yourself? I’m sure you need to cum quite badly now.”

Anna’s face flamed again. “I couldn’t… This is… so embarrassing. So wrong,” she stammered.

Claire quickly knelt before her, her fingers slick fingers briefly caressing Anna’s toes and making her jump. She reached up and grasped the waistband of Anna’s pajamas and tugged them down, pulling them over her feet and discarding them. Anna tried to keep her thighs closed, but Claire pushed them apart. Her thumb found Anna’s clit while two fingers slipped inside her. Anna gasped and moaned, her pussy clenching so tightly that Claire could barely move.

The sensation was like nothing Anna had ever felt before. She only let one boy touch her there and he’d been rough, poking at her harshly, even though she wasn’t wet. This was different. The way Claire was stroking her felt so wrong, so naughty and yet so perfectly wonderful. She closed her eyes again and moaned softly. Just when Anna thought nothing could possibly feel more amazing, Claire leaned forward and licked her pussy slowly, with the flat of her tongue. Before she could stop herself, Anna had grabbed her head and pressed herself against Claire’s mouth. She bucked her hips again and again.

“Oh!” she cried. “Please, please don’t stop.”

Claire didn’t stop. She crooked her fingers upwards and fucked Anna even harder. She loved the taste of Anna’s virgin pussy, and licked eagerly at every drop of wetness. Anna’s grip on her head tightened and she shuddered. Her thighs clamped around Claire’s ears and she gave a cry that was almost a sob.

As her shuddering subsided, Anna tried to cover herself, her dripping pussy, the huge damp spot on the couch. Laughing, Claire cozied up to her, pushing a strand of her sweaty hair out of her face.

“Feeling any more relaxed now?” she asked, grinning.