**Sloppy Bathroom Surprise**

Paula and Lucy had been roommates for about eight months, sharing a tiny apartment with paper-thin walls and a bathroom that barely fit one person, much less two. There’d always been a tension between them—flirting in the kitchen, brushing against each other in the hallway, that kind of thing. But tonight, after too many tequila shots and a long night of drunken giggling, things finally crossed a line neither of us expected.

Lucy was already in the bathroom when Paula barged in, stumbling over her own feet. “Oops, sorry, I gotta pee so bad,” Paula slurred, pushing the door open without knocking. But what she saw stopped her dead.

Lucy was bent over the sink, her tight little shorts pulled down around her thighs, her ass bare and glossy with sweat. Her face was flushed, her lips parted as she let out a slow, breathy moan. And between her legs, Paula caught the unmistakable sight—a thick, dark bulge pressing against the back of Lucy’s thong.

“Oh fuck,” Lucy gasped, straightening up fast, but it was too late. Paula had already seen everything.

For a second, they just stared at each other—Lucy’s cheeks burning red, Paula’s heart pounding so hard she could feel it in her throat. Then, without thinking, Paula stepped inside and locked the door behind her.

“You’re… you’re really fucking turned on right now, aren’t you?” Paula murmured, her voice husky.

Lucy bit her lip and nodded, her fingers nervously tugging at the hem of her shirt. “I—yeah. I couldn’t hold it anymore. It’s been happening all night, every time you looked at me.”

Paula exhaled, her own pulse thrumming between her legs. The air in the bathroom was thick with the musky, sweet stink of sweat and something earthier—something unmistakably *her*.

“Show me,” Paula whispered.

Lucy hesitated for just a second before turning around and bending over again, her ass up in the air, her thong pulled aside. And there it was—the swollen, sticky mess of her pussy, glistening, her cunt clenching tight around nothing. But lower, pressed against the fabric, was the unmistakable outline of something thick and firm pushing against the material.

“Shit,” Paula groaned, her fingers already reaching out before she could stop herself. “You’re really backed up, huh?”

Lucy whimpered, her thighs shaking. “Uh-huh. I *need*—”

Paula didn’t wait. She grabbed Lucy’s hips and pulled her closer, pressing her face against Lucy’s ass, inhaling the heavy, intoxicating scent of her. “God, you smell so fucking good,” she muttered against Lucy’s skin.

Lucy moaned, grinding back against her. “Please—*please* touch me.”

Paula reached for the box of rubber gloves under the sink—the ones they used for cleaning—and yanked one on. The latex snapped tight around her fingers as she grabbed Lucy’s thong and yanked it down, exposing her completely.

The sight was fucking filthy. Lucy’s asshole was pink and tight, but just above it, the base of a thick, firm log was already pushing out, slick with sweat and something else—something warm and slippery.

“Fuck, you’re *massive*,” Paula breathed, pressing her gloved fingers against Lucy’s hole.

Lucy let out a choked cry, her body trembling as Paula teased the rim, spreading it just enough to feel the heat inside. “Oh *god*—yes, *yes*—”

Paula pushed two fingers in slowly, groaning as she felt the tight, pulsing pressure around them. Lucy’s ass was *so* fucking tight, gripping her fingers like a vice, her hips rocking back in desperate little thrusts.

“You wanna take it all out?” Paula growled, twisting her fingers deeper.

Lucy’s breath hitched, her back arching. “Y-yes—*fuck*, please, I need it—”

Paula curled her fingers, dragging them out just enough to hook around the thick, heavy weight inside. Lucy sobbed, her body jerking as Paula pulled, working the swollen mass free inch by inch.

The sound Lucy made as it finally slid out was fucking obscene—a high, keening moan that turned into a shuddering gasp. The log was thick and heavy in Paula’s palm, still warm from Lucy’s body, the musky scent so strong it made her mouth water.

Lucy collapsed forward onto the sink, panting, her thighs slick with sweat. “Oh *fuck*, that feels so good…”

Paula tossed the mess into the toilet, then yanked off the glove, her hands shaking with need. Before Lucy could catch her breath, Paula spun her around and crashed their mouths together, licking deep into Lucy’s mouth, tasting tequila and sweat and something *dark* and dirty.

“You’re so fucking hot like this,” Paula growled, shoving her hand between Lucy’s legs.

Lucy’s pussy was dripping, her clit swollen and throbbing as Paula rubbed rough, fast circles over it. Lucy’s hips bucked, her nails digging into Paula’s shoulders as she came with a broken cry, her cunt clamping down hard around nothing.

Paula smirked, licking her fingers clean. “Next time,” she whispered against Lucy’s ear, “I’m going *bareback*.”