A Big Celebration that goes sides for me

I lie still and quiet, just watching. Geena doesn't make any sound either; maybe she is asleep. So I don't really think of her. The scene gets a little hotter, and so do my legs and hips as the sex changes happen in my own body, although I don't feel like I need to do anything really, except lie there and float in this cheesy romantic fantasy a little while my panties steam up. Only I feel long fingers curling along my inner thigh.

This is strange. I guess Geena is watching after all? And she must like what she sees, because she is stroking me gently for what reason I do not know, and suddenly I notice her hot breath intruding between my rumpled nightshirt and the waistband of my shorts. Not that she is nuzzling me, you know, but she wasn't breathing quite like that a few minutes ago. I'm pretty sure.

It's uncomfortable but not too much so, so I let this drift for a moment, and then the next. Time passes like this when the lights are dim and you are relaxed. I ought to do something. Thoughts as to what haven't yet formed. Meanwhile those little fingernails lightly tickle my skin, inches from my crotch. It really feels quite nice. Something in that tickle is rising to my head and then out of nowhere I'm scared. Because my roommate is a lesbian. I mean I don't know that she is, but the idea that she could be has just become real, and I don't know what to do. I'm scared, and...

...and that's all. The second has passed and I'm still alive and this is college and I can do what I want. My heart speeds a little as something else opens in my mind: the idea that I can let this happen. In fact maybe I even want it. I am aroused, after all. As if to confirm this, my pussy suddenly throbs. I stare at the screen but all I see is naked puppets; they are just colored shadows now, pushed flat by the expanding possibility of what we are doing on this couch.

"Honey," I say softly, because I am afraid to just touch her hand even though I want to. I can't stop my voice from trembling but I need to say something flirty. "What are you doing?" No, that wasn't right. The fingers have stopped. I reach down and put my hand on hers. Okay, not so scary. But now we are frozen. The sex scene is ending in front of us. I swallow, my head thick, and a pool of lust spreads through my chest.