Purple

As a child, I had a perfect lilac doll house, in high school, I was known for my grape-colored, velvet babydoll dress, and my first cashmere sweater was a lovely shade of lavender. Of course, those who know me well are quite aware of my purple obsession, and my old roommates were no exception.

It was my first year in college, and on that chilly winter day, I would turn nineteen. I woke up around eight, and from the moment I stepped out of m room, I knew something was up. My roommates were sitting in the living room, and they stopped talking as soon as they saw me.

“Oh, um, hi Jane,” they said. They waved as I walked passed them to the bathroom.

When I came out of the shower, they were gone, so I wrote a not letting them know I would return around five. I grabbed my books and headed to class.

Botany was always uncomfortable. I had angered the professor by falling asleep during the first day of class, and he never failed to allude to it. Luckily, I’d found a way to stay awake for the rest of the semester—Sam. He was a third year student who sat a few seats away from me. I usually spent class drafting naughty scenarios involving the two of us. Today was no different; I had barely managed to jot down a few notes when I drifted off into one such reverie.

Under the pretense of needing tutoring, I had lured Sam to my room. I was waiting for him in a matching violet set, my more than ample breasts barely contained by the balcony bra, and my round, chocolate cheeks teasingly peaking out of the bottom of the boyshort panties.

“My roommate took everything down to the laundry room,” I said when Sam entered the room, “I hope you don’t mind.”

Sam mumbled and joined me at the table. As soon as he sat down, I extended my leg to gently massage him with my foot, while looked down at my textbook. He grew hard under my touch. He stood.

“So you like to play,” he said, “well let’s play then,” he finished, lunging at me. He lifted me onto the table, ignoring my cry of surprise. He kissed me hard. I felt his bulge against my soaking wet panties, and…

“Jane, are you alright?”

“What?”

“Are you alright,” my professor asked again, fully snapping me out of my daydream.

I had moaned out loud, and Dr. Saks was now looking at me with furrowed brows. I mumbled some excuse and kept my thighs squeezed together until the end of class. Thankfully, I managed to get through the rest of the day without any further embarrassment—except for the wet spot I left on my chair.

I returned to the dorms. As expected, there was a surprise party waiting for me. What I had not anticipated was how thoughtful my roommates had been. Mauve and white steamers hung from the ceiling. On the table sat a lopsided cake, frosted in lavender, with a violet ‘Happy Birthday’ scrawled across it.

While I cut the cake, one of the girls brought out a box topped with a giant amethyst bow. I opened it and discovered just how great a gift the girls had gotten me. There was a purple pen for my writing, a purple purse, glittery, purple shoelaces—and a purple vibrator. I blushed. I was no prude, but I had never owned a vibrator before. I always had plenty of volunteers to satisfy my sexual needs. As the evening wore on, my thoughts were on the purple toy. I’d have to wait until my roommates left for the weekend before I could test it out.

***

“Bye Jane,” said the last of my roommates.

“Bye Sarah.” I waved.

“See you on Sunday.”

I locked the door behind her.

I discarded my clothes, stepped into the shower, and turned on the hot water. I rubbed pomegranate soap against my skin, the sweet-scented steam making me just a bit dizzy. I moaned when my hands lingered on my breasts, teasing my hardening nipples. When my fingers slipped between my legs, they found a wetness that wasn’t due to the water; it was time to get out.

I walked back to my room. I slathered on some lotion, smiling at the special attention I paid to my breasts and my fleshy backside. Finally, I reclined on my bed and took my new toy out of the box. I looked at it for a moment. It was smooth, hard, and a wonderful shade of purple. I turned it on, and placed the tip directly on my clit. I winced; it felt like I was trying to burn my clit right off. The vibrations were much too intense for such a direct approach.

I outlined my lower lips with the vibrating tip. This was much better, and pleasant warmth gathered between my legs. I drew lazy circles with my new purple friend, while kneading one breast with my free hand. I pulled and twisted, until I could hold my nipple between my lips.

I spread my thighs further, and looked at my reflection in the mirrored closet door. The girl looking back at me, her lips puffy, red, and glistening forced yet another moan from my lips. I moved the tip of the vibe just above my clit, and traced small, fast circles. Panting and barely able to catch my breath, I spread my pussy lips apart, and looked at my reflection again. I grew hotter at the sight of the crimson wetness. No longer able to control myself, I thrust the smooth purple length deep inside my pussy, arching my back to meet it. I screamed, my thighs trembled, and spasms stronger than I’d ever felt before ejected the vibe right out of my body.

Purple really is my favorite color, I thought, waiting for my pussy to recover.

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Purple

As a child, I had a perfect lilac doll house, in high school, I was known for my grape-colored, velvet babydoll dress, and my first cashmere sweater was a lovely shade of lavender. Of course, those who know me well are quite aware of my purple obsession, and my old roommates were no exception.

It was my first year in college, and on that chilly winter day, I would turn nineteen. I woke up around eight, and from the moment I stepped out of m room, I knew something was up. My roommates were sitting in the living room, and they stopped talking as soon as they saw me.

“Oh, um, hi Jane,” they said. They waved as I walked passed them to the bathroom.

When I came out of the shower, they were gone, so I wrote a not letting them know I would return around five. I grabbed my books and headed to class.

Botany was always uncomfortable. I had angered the professor by falling asleep during the first day of class, and he never failed to allude to it. Luckily, I’d found a way to stay awake for the rest of the semester—Sam. He was a third year student who sat a few seats away from me. I usually spent class drafting naughty scenarios involving the two of us. Today was no different; I had barely managed to jot down a few notes when I drifted off into one such reverie.

Under the pretense of needing tutoring, I had lured Sam to my room. I was waiting for him in a matching violet set, my more than ample breasts barely contained by the balcony bra, and my round, chocolate cheeks teasingly peaking out of the bottom of the boyshort panties.

“My roommate took everything down to the laundry room,” I said when Sam entered the room, “I hope you don’t mind.”

Sam mumbled and joined me at the table. As soon as he sat down, I extended my leg to gently massage him with my foot, while looked down at my textbook. He grew hard under my touch. He stood.

“So you like to play,” he said, “well let’s play then,” he finished, lunging at me. He lifted me onto the table, ignoring my cry of surprise. He kissed me hard. I felt his bulge against my soaking wet panties, and…

“Jane, are you alright?”

“What?”

“Are you alright,” my professor asked again, fully snapping me out of my daydream.

I had moaned out loud, and Dr. Saks was now looking at me with furrowed brows. I mumbled some excuse and kept my thighs squeezed together until the end of class. Thankfully, I managed to get through the rest of the day without any further embarrassment—except for the wet spot I left on my chair.

I returned to the dorms. As expected, there was a surprise party waiting for me. What I had not anticipated was how thoughtful my roommates had been. Mauve and white steamers hung from the ceiling. On the table sat a lopsided cake, frosted in lavender, with a violet ‘Happy Birthday’ scrawled across it.

While I cut the cake, one of the girls brought out a box topped with a giant amethyst bow. I opened it and discovered just how great a gift the girls had gotten me. There was a purple pen for my writing, a purple purse, glittery, purple shoelaces—and a purple vibrator. I blushed. I was no prude, but I had never owned a vibrator before. I always had plenty of volunteers to satisfy my sexual needs. As the evening wore on, my thoughts were on the purple toy. I’d have to wait until my roommates left for the weekend before I could test it out.

***

“Bye Jane,” said the last of my roommates.

“Bye Sarah.” I waved.

“See you on Sunday.”

I locked the door behind her.

I discarded my clothes, stepped into the shower, and turned on the hot water. I rubbed pomegranate soap against my skin, the sweet-scented steam making me just a bit dizzy. I moaned when my hands lingered on my breasts, teasing my hardening nipples. When my fingers slipped between my legs, they found a wetness that wasn’t due to the water; it was time to get out.

I walked back to my room. I slathered on some lotion, smiling at the special attention I paid to my breasts and my fleshy backside. Finally, I reclined on my bed and took my new toy out of the box. I looked at it for a moment. It was smooth, hard, and a wonderful shade of purple. I turned it on, and placed the tip directly on my clit. I winced; it felt like I was trying to burn my clit right off. The vibrations were much too intense for such a direct approach.

I outlined my lower lips with the vibrating tip. This was much better, and pleasant warmth gathered between my legs. I drew lazy circles with my new purple friend, while kneading one breast with my free hand. I pulled and twisted, until I could hold my nipple between my lips.

I spread my thighs further, and looked at my reflection in the mirrored closet door. The girl looking back at me, her lips puffy, red, and glistening forced yet another moan from my lips. I moved the tip of the vibe just above my clit, and traced small, fast circles. Panting and barely able to catch my breath, I spread my pussy lips apart, and looked at my reflection again. I grew hotter at the sight of the crimson wetness. No longer able to control myself, I thrust the smooth purple length deep inside my pussy, arching my back to meet it. I screamed, my thighs trembled, and spasms stronger than I’d ever felt before ejected the vibe right out of my body.

Purple really is my favorite color, I thought, waiting for my pussy to recover.

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