<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/gQYTcS8.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Sophie Caspersen<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Girl's Dorms - Sophie and Joanne's Dorm<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: September 3rd, 2017<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Masturbation, sexual content described below<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Closed, Joanne Weber<br/><hr/><hr/><br/><em>‘Oh…’</em>Sofie wasn’t sure if she had made the sound or hadn’t. She been at the school for the better part of two years. Her accent was still nice and dull, making her sound slightly foolish even if she was saying intelligent things with good vocabulary. Her voice was high pitched and careful, well placed, and wicked. The nastiest things came from Sofie's lips sometimes, and she always displayed the perfect amount of shame after she shared those thoughts with the world.<br/><strong> <br/>“Uhh…”</strong>She’d definitely made a little whimper there. It was rare these times, when she could lay in the dark by herself. Joanne kept strange hours, and she wasn’t sure how long her roommate would be gone on any given night. When she chose to masturbate or not was like gambling. Trying to be careful, she never got crazy like she did back home, with candles, and good music, on top of the covers and free.<br/><br/><strong>“Nnnh” </strong>Sofie was biting her lip to stop herself from making too much noise. The walls were not too thin. It just felt right to be modest. There was not a distinct buzzing between her legs. But, in the still quiet of the room, that gentle squish of her fingers pressing in and out rapidly could be heard clearly. Sofie had a hand towel under her butt, and a hand towel on her bedside. Most luxuries were not on the table, but keeping her sheets and her hands somewhat clean gave her some peace.<br/><br/><strong>“Ohhh!”</strong>Her chest unleashed, but she held it in and bit it back. Her other hand was wet with saliva, pinching and rolling her nipple in the kneading palm of her hand. Both of her breasts were exposed to the air, free from the blanket and her shirt. She was almost naked under the covers, and completely naked below her waist.<br/><br/>An orgasm would have been paramount, she hadn’t been to that summit in a few weeks, finding the time, it wasn’t a priority, but she was dedicated know, and everything was hard at work. She was sweating on her brow. Her lotioned body was slick against the covers. Her knuckles were angry at her clitoris. She was biting almost hard enough to cause bleeding,<strong>“nn- nn- nn- a’fuhk- nna- Lort! Leg er- Fuk-  nn- Ligeglad- Aaah!”</strong>Sofie let loose, she didn’t care, she’d professed in her native Danish,<strong>“Din kælling”</strong>Sophie called herself a dirty name as she came, and let out an appropriate growl, she slammed her fingers against her groin again and again, her back nearly folded in half and her blankets fell down to her naked hips.<br/><br/><strong>“Aaaa-aaah.”</strong>She was breathing quietly in relief. She hadn’t noticed that there were some footsteps getting closer to her room. She was lost. Her fingers went back to work, testing the sensitivity of her body, diving back in, and throwing her head back. Sofie straightened her leg and she didn’t notice the sheet pull away a bit more.<br/><br/>She’d done this a dozen times since she’d been roommates with Joanne, and she’d almost been caught more than once, but it all added up perfectly. She could feel the kiss of the cold air against her inner thighs, but it felt too good to care. She was holding herself mostly, softly rubbing her own breast, sliding gently in and out of her center, her knees were close together. The blanket was laid down across her legs. She didn’t know what was happening until she heard the door swing open.<br/><br/>Her face lit up in shock,and her hands rushed to accomplish something. She managed to pull the blanket back up to her waist to conceal her bare pussy. And her arm covered both her nipples deftly.<strong>“Ummm…”</strong>A bit speechless, she’d never been caught fingering herself, not by her friends, or her maids, not her boyfriends, or her parents. This was an uncomfortable first that she didn’t ever really expect to have. As she acclimated, she continued to pull the blanket up, concealing her nakedness more and more with every half second or so.<br/><br/><strong>“Hey…” </strong>Her voice was still breathy, she was greeting Joanne, but she still sounded a bit like she was moaning.<br/>