Melody kicked off her heels the second she stepped inside, only to freeze at the sight of her roommate. Jennifer lounged on the couch in a shiny black leotard and sheer tights, one hand buried between her thighs, eyes glued to the aerobics video where women in identical outfits bent and stretched in perfect sync.
"Jennifer," Melody said, voice cool. "Explaining this should be fun."
Jennifer yanked her hand free, cheeks flaming. "Melody! I was just... the video is so motivating, you know? All that movement, the way the fabric clings—"
"Motivating," Melody echoed, a sharp smile playing on her lips. "Looks more like you’re auditioning for a very different kind of workout. Don’t stop on my account." She dropped her bag and headed to her room without another word.
When she returned, Melody wore her own crimson leotard and glossy tights, the material hugging every curve like a second skin. She grabbed the remote, rewound the video, and dropped onto the couch beside Jennifer. "Scoot over. I want the full experience."
Jennifer arched a brow, recovering her nerve. "Bold move. Most roommates would’ve run screaming."
"Most roommates aren’t as curious as I am," Melody replied, settling close enough that their thighs brushed. "Or as horny after a long day. Look at them—those asses flexing, bodies glistening. Makes you wonder what it feels like pressed together."
The video resumed. On screen, the instructor dropped into a deep squat. Off screen, Jennifer shifted, her breath already quickening. "You’re not wrong. My pussy’s been throbbing since the first routine. What about you?"
Melody’s hand drifted to Jennifer’s knee, then higher, tracing the seam of her tights. "Dripping. And I don’t need a cock or a blowjob to get off when I’ve got you grinding against me."
Jennifer laughed, low and wicked, then swung a leg over Melody’s lap, facing her. "Strong words. Prove it." She rolled her hips, the slick nylon of their tights creating delicious friction. Melody met her with equal force, hands gripping Jennifer’s ass, pulling her down harder.
They moved together, panting, sweating, the video forgotten. "Harder," Jennifer demanded, voice husky. "Make my pussy ache." Melody thrust upward, their bodies sliding, wet heat building through the thin layers. Jennifer’s fingers tangled in Melody’s hair. "You feel that? I’m going to come all over these tights, and you’re coming with me."
The rhythm turned frantic, hips snapping, moans mingling with the aerobics music until both women shuddered, crying out as they came, bodies slick and trembling, tights soaked and clinging.
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