<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/>The humiliation found it’s way on her face first. Sofie had a way of expressing herself with her eyes and her high cheekbones in combination with her expressive mouth. She was clearly embarrassed, but she was being a good sport about it. Her smile was gentle and heavy at the same time. There was no sense in hiding her activity. It was more than obvious. Joanne might have even heard her moaning through the door, there was certainly a certain smell in the air that she hadn’t had time to manage. once she covered herself she found the towel by her bedside and started to wipe her hands clean of saliva and other slick creams.<br/><br/>Her laugh came quickly, Joanne was enjoying this, the teasing, and the extra something... a bit extra. Joanne was up to it, she was making it fairly clear with only her body language. Then she started to talk, it was a strange reaction to catching your roommate like this. Sofie imagined that the two of them would awkwardly laugh, talk about boys a bit and move on. But, in the moment, it eventually came to her,<em>‘Joanne likes girls as much as boys.’</em>-<strong>“Oh… yeah.”</strong>She closed her eyes, her mouth curling up into a pretty little grin. Her head wiggled from left to right. She opened her eyes with a shrug and gave her friend some words to chew on.<br/><br/>She hid her previous<em>‘oh yeah’</em>following it up a few seconds later,<strong>“...alone time,”</strong>Her voice always suggested a question in American vernacular. Her accent was childish and adorable.<strong>“I guess, yes. it is that.”</strong>She let herself laugh again, right on time, the pause hadn’t suggested more than anything beyond mild contemplation after Joanne had said it.<br/><br/>Her laugh was a little different now, she was softer, more accepting, less flustered. Joanne’s next sentence took a moment for Sofie to cypher. It couldn’t have been as forward as it sounded, so she thought for a moment, trying to translate it, or locate the slang in her memory. Then it clicked as she searched Joanne’s eyes more deeply. Sofie’s mood switched from the shame and into inquisitive, her little brows wiggled on their own. Her lips pursed. She looked curious, if not just as surprised. This was taking an interesting turn. Sofie had just had an orgasm, everything was sexual to her right now. The soft fabric of her unblemished white bed sheet gave her goosebumps. Then, the bisexual girl suggested something that the straight one would have never suggested. And in that moment, it seemed like a good idea.<em>‘I’ve never considered it, how a girl would feel.’</em><br/><br/>Sofie liked hard things, they pleased her, girl’s had hard parts in some places, but she’d learned enough about her own body to know that they were soft, almost everywhere. But it seemed reasonable. It seemed more than reasonable.<strong>“Dat could be fun.”</strong>It still sounded like a question, but the two had known each other long enough. Everything Sofie seemed to say in her special sultry voice was easy to understand.<strong>“You should…”</strong>she smiled, her mind buzzing, she’d just proposed having sex, whether it was a joke or not, it was still in the air, and Sofie’s body was humming from the recent orgasm.<br/><br/>The blonde swallowed,<strong>“You should probably kiss me first…”</strong>Her eyes lit up and she bit her lip. She was hiding her teeth, but the bite was obvious.<strong>“I’ve never kissed a girl.”</strong>She probably should have been more nervous, but Joanne had timed it perfectly. It might have been an accident, it might have been something else. Those things didn’t register to Sophie at all, she had been suddenly seduced.<strong>“Should I do anything different?”</strong>Her playful sultry was thick with subtext and illicit suggestion. She felt dangerous, risky, she didn’t feel much like herself, but it was a refreshing feeling, it felt safe.<br/>