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Tonight is one of those nights like any other for the average college student.
For Mikha Lim and Jhoanna Robles, two women who have been living together in the same apartment unit for three years, seeing each other in the state they are right now isn't surprising anymore.
Jhoanna was hunched over with numerous print-outs of the materials one of her professors provided for their class on the coffee table of their living room. Mikha, on the other hand, was just doomscrolling on her phone, switching back and forth between the social media apps she frequented. She didn't have any pending deadlines this time and even if she did, she was too lazy to finish them.
All was fairly quiet, until Jhoanna groaned loudly.
“Tangina, ayoko nang mag-aral! Gusto ko nang mag-drop out!”
Jhoanna dramatically bawls out of despair, stretching her limbs from where she had been buried for the past two hours in her little study space, her otherwise straight hair sticking out like a mad scientist's and her glasses sitting askew on the bridge of her nose.
“Then drop out tomorrow, weirdo,” Mikha snarks, not looking up from her phone as she scrolled down her X feed. She's already too used to Jhoanna's dramatic antics at this point that she isn't fazed at all by the way Jhoanna's acting.
She chuckles at some of the posts Sheena had been posting about her mysterious, poganda crush in her private account, playfully replying to a few of them.
“Ayoko. Magagalit nanay at tatay ko pag hindi ako umayos sa pag-aaral.”
At her words, Mikha raises one of her eyebrows and looks up at her roommate and friend of three years.
“Jho, you do know that kahit hindi ka na mag-effort sa acads mo, you can still pretty much become summa cum laude easily, right?”
“Ayokong maging kampante,” Jhoanna says darkly, shaking her head. She cracks her knuckles and flexes her long fingers, attempting to relieve them from the tension of writing for a long period of time.
Mikha was right though. Jhoanna has always been a stellar student since their first year in university, Mikha observed. Extracurriculars, great academic performance, Jhoanna had it all. She could cram an essay with four pages back-to-back before the clock hit 11:59 pm and still get full marks on it with a flat uno for the subject. Jhoanna might seem like an airhead most of the time, but her effortless intellect was something Mikha had always admired about her roommate.
Jhoanna stops moping around on the floor and sits up, pouting at her thick-browed roommate.
“Bored ako.”
Mikha doesn't look at Jhoanna, too engrossed in her phone, when she says, “Same.”
“Nood tayo ng movie?” Jhoanna offers, already standing up from the couch and walking to the TV, grabbing the remote. “May recommendation si Shee sa'kin noon. Tuwang-tuwa pa nga yun siya, parang tanga lang. Comedy ata? Di niya kasi napipigil yung tawa niya nung sinabi niya yung title ng movie eh.”
“Okay,” Mikha agrees, finally putting her phone down after what seemed like ten hours before stretching her limbs as she yawned. “It's been a while naman since the last time I watched a movie.”
Jhoanna turns on the TV and browses for the title of the movie Sheena recommended to her one time before finally finding it. When Mikha sees the title, she narrows her eyes. It seemed familiar. Probably seen a review about it online or something, but whatever.
Suddenly, Jhoanna turns to Mikha, eyes wide.
“Sandali, kukuha ako ng popcorn or snacks muna.” Jhoanna tosses the remote to Mikha, who clumsily catches it. “Mikhs, play mo na lang yung movie. Baka mahaba yung intro.”
“Jho, we already ate dinner.”
Jhoanna pouts. “Ilang oras na kaya ang lumipas… Nagugutom na ulit ako, slight…”
Mikha rolls her eyes and sighs.
“Fine. Get some snacks. Snacks lang, Jho,” she reminds with an almost-stern voice. “Hindi leftovers from kanina's dinner.”
Mikha patiently waits for Jhoanna to come back with a bowl of popcorn from the kitchen before pressing the remote to play the movie.
The movie starts off like any other cliché romance film they have watched in the past before. A male lead and a female lead. Nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, Mikha immediately gets bored five minutes into the movie, keeping herself entertained with the caramel popcorn that Jhoanna prepared for them to eat. She glances sideways at her roommate.
Contrary to Mikha, Jhoanna seems immersed in the movie, her brows furrowed with focus. Mikha cannot fathom how someone could be so interested in watching a movie set in college about two characters getting together or something. But since this is Jhoanna, she's not too surprised. The woman was probably the biggest fan of films involving romance that Mikha has ever seen. Even if those movies were too corny.
Or maybe Mikha just didn't understand the hype, since she never really had someone like the lead couple in the movie.
Annoyed at her own thoughts, Mikha returns her full attention to the plot of the movie so far, fighting off her boredom at the couple going on a cliché date at some random restaurant, candles lit and all.
But then somewhere along the way, the movie took a raunchy turn. The two protagonists are starting to make out now after booking a room at a hotel that was probably near the restaurant they ate at. The scene escalated quickly as the male protagonist kissed down the female character's neck while unbuttoning her shirt. Mikha clears her throat, her neck suddenly feeling warm despite the cold temperature that the air-conditioner was blasting all throughout the apartment unit, her thighs shifting uncomfortably.
Was this even part of the plot? Was it necessary to include such scenes like the one that is currently playing on their TV screen? Mikha doesn't know. All she knows is that even though the scene shouldn't be making her feel uncomfortably warm and bothered, that's exactly how she feels at the moment.
Strangely, despite the fact that the film was showing explicit scenes, Mikha can't seem to look away. It was like watching a gruesome accident happening; shockingly horrifying to the point that it's almost impossible to look away because of how intriguing the sight is.
“Mikha?”
Mikha doesn't say anything as she swallows the lump in her throat, eyes never tearing away from the television. Instead, she hums, letting Jhoanna know she was listening, not even sparing her a glance.
Jhoanna's next words send chills down her spine.
“Gayahin kaya natin sila?”
Mikha lets out a sharp exhale at the question, unsure if she was thinking of the same thing as Jhoanna. It doesn't help that the two characters on the screen have now started fucking each other, with the man driving particularly hard thrusts that has the woman letting out a high-pitched moan.
So she asks Jhoanna, shakily.
“What do you mean?”
When Mikha turns to look at Jhoanna, she's startled to see Jhoanna's face just mere inches away from hers. She's not even sure how or when Jhoanna had gotten so close to her. Her mind's still racing with all sorts of thoughts, wondering what the hell does Jhoanna even mean by that.
Then—
“Sex tayo?”
Silence hung in the air, with nothing but the moans of the movie characters penetrating through the silence.
Jhoanna's question shocked Mikha to the core. Mikha knows Jhoanna was the type to joke around, but even this was not what Mikha would expect from her. Not with the hint of seriousness Mikha can detect from Jhoanna's voice.
And then, suddenly, the warmth in front of her was gone. Jhoanna had pulled away and was now on her feet, staring directly at Mikha with her lips donning a strange smile that made Mikha uncomfortable for some reason. From the periphery of her vision, Mikha could make out the outline of a slight bulge on Jhoanna's shorts. Not as pronounced as it probably was when fully erect, but prominent enough for Mikha to know that it's there. The sight was enough to make her feel warm for all the wrong reasons.
Then Jhoanna speaks, her voice stranger than Mikha had ever heard it be.
“Haha, joke lang.”
Before Mikha can even say anything, Jhoanna had already turned her back to her.
“Matutulog na ako. Night, Mikhs.”
Without looking back, Jhoanna leaves Mikha alone, stunned, in the living room of their apartment. Mikha stays rooted to her spot on the couch, still processing what had just happened. When Mikha, finally, laboriously drags her feet to her room, feeling nothing less than a mindless zombie, she isn't surprised in the slightest when she hears soft, raspy grunts and the quick, wet plop plop plop sounds from Jhoanna's bedroom through the door that Jhoanna probably hadn't noticed she had left ajar. She smirks when she thinks about the earlier lie Jhoanna told her.
‘Matutulog na ako’ my ass, Mikha sneers to herself as she enters her bedroom, making sure to close it all the way and lock it. Unlike Jhoanna.
It wasn't impossible to piece together that the hard-on that formed while they were watching the movie from earlier and the crude sounds now leaking out of the small crack of the doorframe to Jhoanna’s bedroom were related to each other and meant that Jhoanna was doing something to relieve herself from what Mikha can only assume is pent-up frustration.
Whatever, Mikha thinks as she lies down on her bed, staring at the ceiling, her heart thumping heavily. She closes her eyes in the hopes of falling asleep. Even as she tosses and turns in her bed, she can’t get Jhoanna’s words out of her head and what Jhoanna was doing at this time.
“Gayahin kaya natin sila?”
Mikha turns, breathing becoming labored as she squirms uncomfortably, Jhoanna's words still ringing in her head.
“Sex tayo?”
Fuck.
Unable to stop herself, Mikha, too, slips a hand under the garter waistband of her shorts and her panties, pressing her fingers against her already-wet womanhood and stroking her wet folds languidly, sighing softly. Raising her other hand to her face, she licks and sucks on her fingers, before allowing her hand to snake under her thin camisole, letting out a sharp exhale when her wet digits make contact with a taut nipple. She starts twisting and pinching her nipples, kneading her tits while simultaneously rubbing her cunt, now to a quicker pace.
God, it’s been a long while since the last time she got laid or even touched herself.
She hopes Jhoanna isn’t able to hear her, even though Mikha knows she already made sure to properly close the door and lock it before entering.
She teases her fingertip into her hole, letting out a shaky sigh. She withdraws it and rubs her finger against her clit once more, biting her lip as she did so. Somewhere along the way, she starts imagining that it were Jhoanna's fingers working their way inside of her. Working their way on her clit. Mikha whimpers, adding a tiny bit more pressure to the sensitive nub, rubbing circles around it and imagining it was Jhoanna's fingers touching her instead of her own. When her fingers, wet with her own juices, rub her clit, she imagines it was Jhoanna’s tongue licking the throbbing sensitive bundle of nerves instead.
Better yet, Mikha thought back to all the times she spotted Jhoanna with a hard-on. Mikha hadn't meant to look. She really hadn't. It’s just that, it was a matter that couldn’t be ignored. She’s seen Jhoanna’s thing numerous times, normally in the morning, eyeing the bulge threatening to break through Jhoanna’s sweatpants or Jhoanna’s favorite jorts as a result of the morning wood that her roommate shamelessly and casually walks around their apartment with and only deals with once she was in the privacy of either her room or their bathroom. From what Mikha has seen, Jhoanna was probably bigger than the two men Mikha had slept with before she ultimately decided to mess around with women, which she turned out to be thankful for in the end.
Fuck, Mikha thought, eyes shut as she sinks two of her fingers into her knuckle-deep. She curls her fingers ever so slightly, sighing when she reaches a spot that makes her twitch involuntarily.
“Mm, Jhoanna.”
Mikha knows it should be wrong to get off on the thought of her roommate fucking her. Knows she'll probably regret it when she wakes up, probably because she wouldn't be able to look Jhoanna in the eye after remembering that she got off while thinking about her.
But Jhoanna was doing the same thing too… right?
It can't hurt for Mikha to do the same thing. Masturbation was a normal occurrence for humans.
But then again, while masturbating in general was one thing, masturbating to your roommate was another. However, Mikha was too horny to care about the ethical or moral implications of her actions at the moment. Right now, she just wants to cum.
And when she strokes her clit with her thumb, three fingers sliding in and out of her hole at such a relentless pace while her other hand continues its assault on her tits, her orgasm washes through her almost immediately.
Even after having an intense release, Mikha still couldn’t sleep. So she lies there, staring at the ceiling with red cheeks and her chest heaving irregularly as she tries to catch her breath—too horrified by how she touched herself to the thought of Jhoanna doing what she had just imagined her doing to Mikha just minutes ago.