“Shit, shit, shit!”What kind of a dumb ass looses their kaegel balls in their pussy? I guess that would be me.
I dig my fingers as far as I can into the channel of my coochie and I still can’t feel them! Damn it. What am I going to do? I can feel my cushy walls close in around my fingers and I tense up.
Fuck. I can’t go to the hospital because of this. All I need is to explain to my mom and dad why I’m at a hospital. That would be like bonding for them.
I hear the front door close and I tense further. Like a kid with their hand stuck in the cookie jar, I try hard to get my situation under control. Great, I can feel them but my fingers aren’t long enough to reach in and grab it.
“Hello?” I call through the bathroom door secretly hoping that my roommate isn’t home.
No such luck.
“Chloe?” Grant, my very hot and sexy roommate, calls through the door.
Is this because I’m a bad person or something? This is fucking horrible. I slam my free hand on the door to keep it from opening and close my eyes. “Promise you won’t laugh?” I whisper through the door.
“Come on, sweet thing. We’ve known each other forever. Hell, I’ve bought you tampons!”
It’s true. I’m twenty-one years old and I still forget the damn things!
“Can you come in here?” I whisper and slightly hope this is a dream.
Grant pushes on the door and his gorgeous face rakes over my body and settles on where my fingers are. “Chlo, what the hell are you doing?” He yells and pushes himself out of the bathroom.
His dark blond hair is shaggy and falls into his even darker eyes. If my parents didn’t love him, they would say he didn’t have a soul. I think he’s fucking hot as hell. Of course, I always dreamed one day I would be naked in front of him. This is just not how I thought it would happen. “No, no, no! I need help! My kaegel balls got stuck and I need help getting them out!” I tenderly take my fingers out of my pussy and run my hand under cold water.
He leans his long and lean body against the door and I can’t help but scan my eyes over him. He’s so gorgeous and I don’t even think he realizes how many girls are obsessed with him. “I won’t tell anyone, I know you don’t like me like that, but, I just need help, please help me?” I beg while grabbing a towel to cover up my nakedness.
“What the hell do you have stuck in your pussy?” He asks and tilts his head up to the sky like he’s asking for help.
I wrap the towel around my body and close my eyes. “They make my pussy tighter by having them in. It’s… common. Many people use it. Please just help me?” I beg shamelessly. “I promise I won’t tell anyone. I just really need help!” I can feel my naturally pale face blush ferociously as embarrassment creeps in.
“What do I have to do?” He whispers and turns toward the door. Why does he keep turning towards the door? Am I that unattractive?
“Just reach in and pull them out.”
I brace myself against the counter but keep my feet on the floor. Grant walks up to me and looks in my eyes. I see the confusing and conflicting thoughts flooding through his head. He has always been the thinker and I’m the doer. “Are you sure?” I nod and he places his fingers on the top of my thigh. “You just want me to reach…up?” Again I nod. “And pull it out?”
My body shivers with excitement and I clench further around the balls. Great, I bet I’m going to come. I’ve had a crush on him since high school but never acted on it. His group of friends have always treated me like one of the boys so I never thought I had a chance. “Just please, hurry.”
The first brush of his fingers had me jumping forward. Grant traces the outside of my lips before sliding his finger in further. He brushes my clit and looks at my face while he did it again. “If you, uh, get wetter… does that help?”
Well, Grant, I don’t think it’s possible for me to get wetter. I shrug and keep my eyes open as he watches my face. “Well, I guess, I should just do it.”
I nod my head carefully and look at him as he watches his finger slowly dive into my moist pussy. I fight a moan and a hip thrust onto his hand. Secretly, I bite my lip so hard I taste blood and look at the top of his head. “Shit, the balls really work. You’re tight!”
I smile and then bite back a moan.
Grant circles his finger inside me and I feel my walls close in on him with the delicious intrusion. Holy hell, that feels good. So good. I’ve wanted him to touch me and he’s now where I want him. In order to stop myself from thrusting onto his finger, I look up at the ceiling and close my eyes.
“Got it,” he calls and I feel the balls that are connected by a string and his fingers slide through me. Once his hand is out, he holds the balls to me. “So that’s what it is.”
I nod my head and squeeze my thighs together for some friction. I worry that my juices are about to run down my thigh. “Is this going to be weird now?” I ask and rinse the balls in the sink.
Grant stands next to me and helps adjust my towel. “No. I mean it’s not every day I finger my roommate.”
My body heats up with that statement and he walks out of the bathroom. Once I hear the door shut, I run out of my bathroom and into my room.