6 comments/ 17140 views/ 3 favorites Better Days for Michelle Ch. 01 By: SwitchingMichelle I would love for anyone that reads this story to leave to their comments either publicly or privately. Share your thoughts! 1-1: INTRODUCTION This story takes place in 1998, back when the internet was in its infancy and the world seemed like a far more innocent place. In college I was a business major and a psychology minor. During one of our psych classes we reviewed a detailed study on how men and women were different. One way is that women tend to be sexually content with one partner, as long as that partner satisfies her needs. But a man's biological tendency is to desire multiple partners, even the men who ultimately remain faithful to their spouses. Of course, my female friends in the class took this as evidence that "men were assholes" but I looked at differently; how can men be blamed for wanting multiple partners if that's simply the way nature wired them? My name is Michelle and I've had it good my entire life. My parents had enough money to send me to a prestigious college, and I had the smarts and work ethic to make the most of it. I'm also lucky enough to have always been considered attractive, and with a nice figure. I'm five foot six, and about 125 pounds, with blonde hair and curvy, size 36-C breasts. Unfortunately I was a bit clumsy from a sexual perspective. I was very picky about men, and by the time I'd graduated college I'd slept with a grand total of two guys. Neither of them were exactly spectacular in the bedroom, and I saw sex as something a woman just had to go along with to maintain a relationship. 1-2: MEETING TRENT AND JOHN After graduation I got a job and I moved into a townhouse with two female roommates and started my new life in a strange new place, a small city in Massachusetts that was about an hour from my home town. One night I went to a bar with some of my new friends from work, and met a guy named Trent. He innocuously started up a conversation with me and I thought he was cute, both in looks and demeanor. As my friends and I left he asked for my phone number, and I figured "why not"? After a few phone calls we went on our first date. He was good looking and nice enough of a guy, but he didn't really press my buttons. Still, having a guy take you out to dinner and a movie or whatever was better than staying at home every Saturday night. We dated for over three months before I finally slept with him. Just like Bachelors #1 and #2 before him, it was nothing special. For the men reading this, I've already let you in on one awful secret- there are occasions when we go out with you only because you're better than nothing. Another awful secret is that sometimes we develop crushes on your friends. This specific crush started when Trent and I went on a double date with his friend John and his girlfriend Kathy. Nicknamed "Johnny Mac", he was really good looking with a handsome, tanned face and a great physique- but more than that I found him to be incredibly charismatic. He worked in sales for a software designer and was doing quite well, as evidenced by the expensive sports car he drove. Trent, John, and I were all college educated and in our mid-twenties, which made Kathy stand out in the wrong way. She was only nineteen years old, but John had somehow secured her another person's ID that said she was over twenty-one. The man could get things done, another turn on. I just didn't think she was that pretty. She was cute enough, but she was short and while she was thin, her breasts were rather small. I could not imagine what he saw in her. She didn't strike me as someone that was particularly smart, either. After dinner and drinks we went to a comedy club and then said our goodbyes. John gave me a hug and said that "it was nice to finally meet me," and when he did the breath practically left my body. As I walked with Trent toward his car, I discreetly turned around and took one last look at John... just in time to see him turning his head toward me. We made eye contact and he shot me a confident smile that made me shiver. When Trent and I went back to his place I made love to him as passionately as I ever did with a man in my life. Trent naively wondered what had gotten into me as I actually got on top of him and rode myself to an orgasm just before Trent came inside me. Afterward, Trent and his limp dick were asleep within ten minutes. It was frustrating; for the first time in my life all I wanted to do was fuck, and I was stuck inside the apartment of my sleeping boyfriend. Two weeks later we went out on another double date with John and Kathy. The sparks between John and I were obviously flying. I could tell Kathy noticed, but Trent just didn't and for whatever reason I couldn't help but be resentful of him over it. This wasn't like me, but I couldn't get John off of my mind. Not only did he have a girlfriend, but he was one of my boyfriend's best friends. It would be wrong to do so, but it was all I could do to refrain from calling him and asking if he wanted to get together, discreetly. Trent asked if I wanted to go out with John and Kathy again, and I said yes despite knowing that any encounter with John could lead me further down that road of temptation. 1-3: THE NEW KATHY When we finally got to the restaurant, I saw that Kathy's appearance had radically changed. Instead of her shoulder-length brown hair she now sported a shorter, spiked look with one long lock remaining that was dyed bright pink. She now had four hoops in one of her ears, a shiny stud in one of her nostrils and was wearing a lot of mascara and lipstick. She looked really slutty, and that's without taking into account that she was also wearing an incredibly tight, short black dress that actually looked uncomfortable, especially since she was constantly fidgeting with the hem of it, making sure that it didn't come up high enough to show her ass cheeks. At one point John put his arm around her and the skirt came up enough to not only display the bottom of her cheeks, but to show she wasn't wearing any underwear! Kathy's face was pink with embarrassment, but John seemed to be enjoying himself. John invited Trent and I to his place for a few drinks after dinner. While I accepted, something seemed to be off and I actually felt kind of nervous. I'd never been to John's apartment before and I shouldn't have been surprised that it was immaculate. He'd hired an interior decorator and the place looked fantastic. Of course he had a huge TV, a high-end music system, a magnificent salt water aquarium, the works. John also had a wet bar and he made everyone some tasty but strong drinks. John, Trent, and I were talking and laughing for about an hour. I was definitely feeling a buzz, I think we all were. I noticed that Kathy had remained relatively quiet and seemed focused on drinking as much as she could. Trent tried to break the ice by complimenting her on her new hairstyle and then he asked her why she decided to get all of the new piercings. What were there, five new ones since the last time we'd seen her? That's when John cut in, smiling and saying those weren't the only piercings she got. I wondered what he was talking about when he asked Kathy to stand up, and as she did the look on her face was unmistakably nervous. "Michelle, would it be OK if Kathy showed you guys her breasts for a minute?" John asked. As the words came out of John's mouth I tried not to gasp. I felt like I had no reason to object so I just meekly said, "Um...sure." Kathy looked panicked as John stood behind her and unzipped her dress, and then slowly lowered the straps down to her waist. She wasn't wearing a bra and her small 34-B breasts had large pink nipples that pointed out like pencil erasers. The electricity in the room was palpable as John stood behind Kathy, massaging her breasts. She was till terribly nervous but you could tell that John's manipulations were getting her hot. I have to admit, the entire scene was turning me on a bit as well. Trent chimed in that it looked like Kathy had wound up getting seven piercings (look everyone, Trent knows what five plus two equals)! John kind of laughed and said, "No, actually...ten." And with that John lowered Kathy's dress to the floor. The first thing I was taken aback by was that she had no hair on her vagina. While I tried not to stare but I couldn't help but noticed that there were two circular piercings on the outside of it on the right. John pulled her to one side so that she stepped out of her dress. Kathy was now completely naked except for her high heeled shoes. John instructed her to sit on the coffee table in front of us and she complied. As she sat facing Trent and I, John pulled her legs back and then spread them wide open into a pose that could accurately be described as obscene. A trip to the OB-GYN wasn't this revealing! John mentioned that last weekend he had Kathy get a total of ten piercings, and the final one was on her clit. I looked and saw the small stud that Kathy had inside her. I also noticed that the entire room smelled of sex- Kathy was totally getting into John showing her off in such a manner. I glanced over at Trent, who couldn't take his eyes off Kathy's shaved and pierced pussy. I looked down at his crotch, and he was as hard as a rock. Then I glanced at John's crotch. I could tell by the outline of his pants that he wasn't completely erect, but that he was packing something big there. I looked up at his face and he threw me that sly, confident smile. He'd caught me looking, and I could tell he knew that I liked what I saw. I looked back down to Kathy, who was breathing hard. I was then completely startled by the next words I heard from John's mouth: "Do you guys want to swap?" My head was absolutely spinning. Part of me was insulted by such a proposition; what was I, some kind of a slut that would just jump into bed with John while my boyfriend screwed some pierced-up little whore? Another thought quickly crossed my mind. I WANTED to be with John. This way I could have him without going behind my boyfriend's back, and without having one of Trent's best friends betray him. It would all be out in the open. Then I remembered how men are psychologically structured- of course Trent would want to do it. There was no way I was going to take responsibility, so I looked over and told Trent "It's up to you." Trent asked if I was sure I was OK with it, and I tried to be flippant. "Why not?" I said with a smile, "Go show her the time of her life". 1-4: A FIRST TIME FOR EVERYTHING Trent seemed pleased with that answer and I then felt someone else's hand on my own as John took me by my hand and pulled me toward him. I stood up, looked right into his dark brown eyes and involuntarily licked my lips. This was the moment I'd been waiting for, the one that I was afraid would never happen. After what seemed like an eternal wait, John pulled me closer and started kissing me. I kissed him back for all I was worth. As our tongues probed around in each other's mouths I felt him grab my ass and direct our crotches together. He was so big and so hard! I was really getting into him and grabbed his ass as we started to dry hump. I could barely contain myself as I started whimpering and groaning in lust. I had never, ever grabbed a man's cock through his pants before, but there's a first time for everything and I started groping John's cock. I couldn't wait to get him out of his clothes. We both looked over at Trent and Kathy, who had barely moved since this all started. Kathy was still lying on her back on the coffee table, but Trent was now eating her pussy. John whispered in my ear that it was time for us to go into the bedroom. As we headed toward that door John gently instructed Trent to use a condom. What happened from there is kind of a blur. Part of me wishes there was more foreplay and anticipation before we had gotten out of our clothes, but they were almost immediately flying around the room. I didn't even bother asking John to turn the light off, which was generally a requirement with me. Before I knew it we were both naked with John on top of me, taking plenty of time to kiss and lick my neck, my breasts, and my stomach, all while occasionally taking the opportunity for a long, passionate kiss. It was already the best sex I'd ever had, and it hadn't even started. John then started kissing and licking my legs and thighs, getting closer and closer to my pussy. He took forever doing it and I began to get a bit frustrated. I realized that he was expertly teasing me, getting me hotter by the moment. Every other guy that ate me out just dived in, but John made me desperate for it. As I lay back anxiously awaiting, I wondered if this was the first time John had used his savvy to make me want him. Before long he had his tongue darting in and out of my wetness. God, he was so much better than anyone else I'd been with, changing rhythms and speeds and occasionally sucking on me. Before he was done I'd achieved four long, loud orgasms that I was certain Trent and Kathy could hear in the other room. John eventually pulled me up for a kiss. Usually I didn't enjoy a guy's tongue going straight from my vagina to my mouth and would sometimes object, but in this case I didn't care. In fact I enjoyed tasting my own juices in John's mouth. I reached down and grabbed his dick. It was so big and so hard, about eight inches with a head that truly stood out. I always liked the idea of sucking cock better than the actual act itself. When I was alone I would sometimes fellate a banana or a popsicle while fantasizing that I was sucking off some sort of a dream guy. This time, the reality was far better than any fantasy. I put as much of John's cock into my mouth as I could while using my right hand to masturbate the bottom half of his penis. My grunting noises filled the room as I sucked off his delicious manhood. That went on for about five minutes before John rolled around and placed himself on top of me. Even though I used birth control, I had always insisted that all of my lovers wear condoms but not this time. If John wanted to go bareback, that's exactly what we were going to do. As I felt him begin to enter me I cried out, and meekly said that I was afraid I was "too small down there" for him to get himself in. He confidently told me not to worry, that he knew just how to do it. He wasn't just being cocky, as his words were reassuring. Suffice to say that by the time we were done, I was screaming uncontrollably and enjoyed several more orgasms. John's cock found places inside me that had never been explored before. The guy just knew how to fuck; he would speed up, slow down, change his rhythm, and would sometimes stop entirely, leaving me desperate for more. There was a clock radio in the bedroom, so I knew it wasn't my imagination telling me that we'd been at it for over 20 minutes before he finally shot his load inside of me. It was an incredible feeling I'd never had before, having a man fill my pussy up with his hot cum. By the time he finished I was in another world. 1-5: "IS HE REALLY GOING OUT WITH HER"? After we finished, John held me while I cooled down. We began kissing again. It was just awesome, like something from out of a dream. As I lay in his arms I finally just had to ask, "Please don't take this the wrong way, but why are you going out with Kathy?" John just kind of laughed and he relayed the story. Kathy used to work part time in the mail room where he was employed. She had a big crush on him, and long story short they would up having what he thought would end up as a one night stand. A few days later she called him saying that she so desperately wanted a relationship with him that she was willing to do literally anything he said with no questions asked. John said this started off well but as time went on Kathy was drifting further away from her 'anything he said with no questions asked' pledge so last week he took her to a place in New Hampshire that did all of those crazy piercings, as a way to remind her who the boss was. He then took her to a stylist with a picture of some punk rock chick and had her replicate that look. Having her show the piercings off to Trent and I, among other things, was yet another way of reminding her who was in charge, testing her limits. He'd already had her fuck a couple of his other friends so letting Trent have sex with her wasn't an issue. At this point I reached for my underwear and John asked me what I was doing. He followed that up with "I'm not done with you" and I melted- there was more to come! But I really needed to pee, and felt weird parading around naked. John told me not to worry about it. Trent had already seen me in the nude, and it didn't matter if Kathy did. 1-6: YOU GOT A SPRINT, I'M GETTING A MARATHON Regardless, it still felt weird emerging from John's bedroom wearing nothing but my birthday suit. As I quickly passed Trent and Kathy I noticed that they were watching TV while sitting on opposite ends of the couch. Trent was already dressed and Kathy was wearing an over-sized t-shirt. I silently walked past and used the bathroom. As if this night could get any more awkward. Returning from the bathroom Trent asked me if I was ready to go. I paused for a moment and replied, "Actually, I'm not." At that point John came out of the bedroom, stood in the doorway, and politely asked me to grab him a soda from the refrigerator. What a sight! The magnificently muscled Johnny Mac standing there completely naked, with his flaccid yet still huge cock dangling halfway down his thigh. I couldn't help but laugh at Trent's reaction. You could tell he felt completely emasculated. John suggested that Trent take Kathy back to his place for the night, but Trent sheepishly declined. From there I suggested that if Trent didn't want to take Kathy with him that was fine. I wanted to stay longer and if he didn't want to wait it out, maybe John could bring me home the next day. John then put his arms around me and began to kiss me again, interjecting "because we're not done." I squealed with delight and while kissing John back I grabbed his penis and groaned loudly. From there I dropped to my knees and greedily started sucking John's cock right there in the living room, right in front of Trent and Kathy. Then while flicking my tongue around the head of John's penis, I looked at Trent, shrugged, and said "you're the one that wanted to swap, baby." Before long John and I were back in the bedroom, kissing, groping, and sucking like crazed jackrabbits. He rolled me onto my back and started putting his cock in me, only to abruptly stop. "What do you want me to do?" he asked. I responded, telling him I wanted him to make love to me. John again started slowly putting his penis inside me but stopped again. "C'mon, tell me what you want me to do". Instinctively I knew what he wanted me to say, but it was hard for me. Finally I whispered "I want you to fuck me." And with that John started pumping away while saying "I can't hear you Michelle- you need to speak louder." He knew what I wanted: another good screwing. I sensed what he wanted, for me to be a really bad girl, and be loud enough for Trent and Kathy to hear it. But make no mistake, by the time John had me screaming "OH GOD, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!!!" there wasn't a hint of phoniness to it. Once again, I was having multiple orgasms. 1-7: ELBOWS, KNEES, AND THE PALM OF ONE'S HAND At some point John had me roll over so that I was on my stomach. He pushed my legs forward and instructed me to get on my elbows and knees. I did so, but I began to panic. I'd never even considered doing anal sex before and I was deathly afraid John would tear my insides apart with that penis. I actually felt myself shaking when I timidly asked, "Are you going to do me in the ass?" Better Days for Michelle Ch. 02 2-1: THE MORNING AFTER Sunlight crept into the room and I was shaken from an incredibly deep sleep. For a moment I was confused and unsure of where I was and I panicked slightly when I realized I was completely naked. The warm body next to mine quickly brought it all back into focus, and I felt myself smile with delight. Rolling over slowly so that I didn't disturb John, I got my first good look at my surroundings. Canary yellow satin sheets rested on a king sized sleigh bed that had a backboard with vertical bars. There was a large dresser with a giant folding mirror, and a walk-in closet that for whatever reason had the door left open. There was a small TV and a VCR in one corner, and a computer desk in the other. My pussy was a bit sore, but it was a good kind of sore from everything that went on last night. For a moment I worried; was this going to be just a one night stand? The kind Kathy was afraid she'd be getting with John? I really liked John but I wasn't going to let him order me to get a large lock of my hair dyed pink and my vagina pierced in order to keep him. The display on the digital clock read 6:15, and I gently put my arm around John and drifted back to sleep. I could be bothered about that stuff some other time. 2-2: CARAMEL MACHIATTOS I woke up again a few hours later, and John was awake as well. He wished me a good morning and kissed me passionately. He was rubbing his face in my breasts and sucking my nipples when he stopped and asked if I was hungry. I slyly asked him "hungry for what?", but believe it or not he was referring to food. That was embarrassing, but we sure did burn some serious calories the night before and I could have used a bite to eat. John had a menu from a takeout place in his dresser drawer. John called for Kathy through the closed door and a moment later she popped her head in. John asked her to go grab us all some breakfast and she quietly agreed. She stripped off the t-shirt she slept in, and then put on jeans, underwear, and a sweatshirt that she plucked out of the hamper. John simply asked her to get him orange juice, scrambled eggs, and a grilled english muffin. I politely asked her for a blueberry muffin and a sixteen ounce coffee with two creams and one sugar. Imagine my surprise when she told me in an absolutely PISSY manner that she was "going to have to write all that shit down". She asked me to repeat, so I did: a blueberry muffin and a sixteen ounce coffee with two creams and one sugar. Just as she was finishing writing I somehow managed to notice that the shop offered caramel macchiatos, so I told Kathy to scratch the coffee and get me one of those instead. After she was done writing I decided that no, I really just wanted the coffee; sixteen ounces, with two creams and one sugar. I was nice enough to have her read it back to me, just to make sure. After all, we wouldn't want the poor thing having to make a second trip, now would we? I loved it—you could tell that she was fuming on the inside. As she left the room John told her to make sure she got something for herself, but nothing too fattening. After she left John apologized for her behavior, saying that this was the type of thing that typically got Kathy in trouble; she would do as she was told, but would sometimes display an attitude about it. I didn't care; I just started kissing John passionately, eventually moving my mouth downward toward his cock. I licked and slurped his manhood and eventually I got on top of him for the first time and began riding him up and down, quickly bringing myself to one orgasm after another. At one point as I was bouncing up and down on John's dick when I looked up and saw Kathy looking through the door, each of her hands clutching white paper bags that had our breakfasts in them. I couldn't help but giggle a bit since her seeing us was exactly what I had in mind. I'd even purposely maneuvered John around so I'd be facing her when she returned, and when I noticed her I started feeding John my breasts. Very soon afterward John came inside me for the third time in less than twelve hours. After a few more kisses he summoned Kathy into the bedroom to serve us breakfast. She did everything she was instructed to do, such as bringing us plates and napkins, but did so quietly and with a sour expression. I actually began to feel a bit more forgiving; after all, a woman she barely knew had spent the night screwing her boyfriend, while she slept on the couch and fetched breakfast. 2-3: STUCK IN THE MIDDLE When our meal was done John and I chatted in bed for a while, then he said he was going to take a shower and asked me if I wanted to do the same before he brought me home. To say that I needed one was an understatement after all of last night's and this morning's activity. When I said yes John asked me if I wanted to go first. The words were out of my mouth before I really had a chance to consider them: "Do you want to take a shower together"? In a moment John stood up, took me by the hand, and led me through the living room and into the bathroom while laughing and saying that I was insatiable. I glanced over at Kathy, who was looking on with an expression that was a cross of exasperation and disbelief as we practically danced past her across the apartment with no clothes on. Taking a shower with a hot guy had always been a fantasy of mine. There were times I would get in the shower, turn on the water and lather up my body, taking lots of time with my breasts, ass, legs and pussy. This time I had a gorgeous man doing those exact things for me, but obviously since someone else was doing it the sensations were completely exciting and unpredictable. Of course, I had no problem lathering up my hand and using it to carefully clean John's pole. With the water cascading downward, John turned me so that my back was toward him and started soaping up my breasts. I then felt his penis entering my pussy from behind again. Before long the bathroom walls were echoing with my screeches and cries of pleasure. After another furious fucking session we managed to finish showering. Since I had anticipated spending the night at Trent's place (remember him?), I had toiletries and a fresh set of clothes packed. As I finally put them on I kind of laughed to myself; it just felt like I'd been parading around naked forever. John was in the living room, sitting on the couch watching TV, and he gestured for me to join him. We started kissing again, not really making out but just occasionally displaying affection toward one another. I was somewhere between sitting and lying down with the back of my head resting against his chest. John nudged me a couple of feet forward and I immediately got a weird feeling. I managed to see through the reflection of the television that Kathy had seated herself behind me, between John and the edge of the couch (no doubt at John's beckoning) and that he was now wedged between the two of us. John had his right hand draped across my body and his left hand behind Kathy's head. I noticed that they began to kiss. Mind you, I was an extremely conservative girl. I would never tell any of my friends that I had "swapped" with another couple the night before, and even if I did they'd never believe it. Hell, I could barely believe it. But that was as far as I could go, and I got the feeling John was setting something up that crossed my boundaries. I tried to pretend that I didn't notice Kathy's presence while realizing that it was getting late and that I needed to get home. John knew what was going on but he seemed okay with it. He told Kathy to gather her things and that he'd drive her home on the same trip. Once again, Kathy was pouting. 2-4: I'LL TALK TO YOU SOON It felt very weird walking out of John's apartment building and toward the parking lot; what would his neighbors think as he escorted two young women away? When we arrived at his car John asked Kathy to sit in the back, which I took as an invitation to sit in the front. I couldn't help but hope there was some symbolism at work there. John asked me to make sure my door was locked, and then for whatever reason he started driving south toward Kathy's house instead of north toward mine, despite my place being a lot closer. That was okay; at least we'd be spending a bit more time together. Was this another good sign? Kathy's family lived about a half an hour from John's apartment in a decaying old mill town. As we drove down the main street I noticed that there were a lot of run down or abandoned buildings, walls painted with graffiti, ethnic businesses, a sex shop, plenty of litter, and an abundance of liquor stores. Not only was it grimy, but didn't seem like the safest place in the world. John's late model sports car was completely out of place in this environment and I double checked to make sure that my door was indeed locked. We finally turned onto a side street and upon arriving at the old, three-story, multi-family home where Kathy lived I quietly assumed that it was welfare housing. I hope that doesn't come across as me being a snob; I consider myself very fortunate that I came from better surroundings and it gave me a greater insight of how Kathy must have grown up. It felt strange how I kept going back and forth between disliking Kathy and feeling sympathy toward her. Anyway, John parked on the street and just said "I'll talk to you soon" and she jumped out of the car without getting a kiss goodbye or anything else. John watched Kathy open the door and walk inside the building. From there he gave me a sly look and pulled me toward him. I whimpered "no, not here" but he pulled me toward him and began kissing me, and I couldn't resist kissing him back. 2-5: GOING TO LAW SCHOOL TAKES SACRIFICE We finally started driving toward my place and John and I started really talking for the first time. This was the first time we'd ever been alone together while not having sex. Truth be told, we'd likely still have been having sex if he wasn't driving but since he was we had a great conversation, far better than the standard double date, getting-to-know-you small talk that we'd previously engaged in. John was incredibly smart and ambitious. He was seriously considering at some point leaving his job, moving back in with his parents and attending Law School (for those unaware, most Law Schools do not permit their students to have full time jobs). From there he wanted to start working toward getting his CPA. I replied by saying he'd probably make $200,000 dollars a year with those credentials and he said his goal was to eventually make at least a million dollars a year, every year. From our conversation I learned a little bit more about Kathy. She lived at home with her mother, two younger sisters and one younger brother. Her parents moved the family to Florida when she was in elementary school and when they divorced her mother moved the kids back home in Massachusetts. This was in the middle of Kathy's sophomore year of high school, and it was difficult for her since she no longer knew anyone in the town. On the day she turned 16, the first day she was legally eligible to do so, she dropped out of high school with her mother's permission. The official reason was that Kathy was miserable attending school for various reasons, but John suspected that her mother enjoyed having the extra help around the house. He also said her mother was still very young, not even forty, and he assumed this way Kathy could look after her siblings while Mom went out and partied, which she was prone to do. I remarked that it's sad that Kathy had to grow up so fast, but John quickly countered that Kathy was definitely not grown up, that she could be quite immature even for a 19 year old. He said that it was like she never got the chance to be a little girl, and there were occasions she seemed determined to make up for lost time. My background in psychology told me that was a distinct possibility. We finally arrived at the townhouse I lived in, and after a quick scan of the parking lot I discovered that neither of my roommates were home. That was pretty unusual for a Sunday afternoon and I asked John if he wanted to come in. Before long I was leading him up to my bedroom and as soon as we closed the door behind us he pushed me down to my knees, took out his cock, and pushed it into my mouth. The way he took charge and oozed confidence was an incredible turn on and before long I was once again naked with my ass in the air, with John doing me from behind. He then began spanking my behind with his bare hand, with the sounds of the stiff blows echoing off the walls. I furiously gripped the bed sheets while panting uncontrollably and achieved multiple orgasms before John squirted another load inside of me. We'd fucked five times in less than eighteen hours. To put some perspective on that, there were times I went an entire year without getting fucked five times. 2-6: MEN THAT JANE CAN IDENTIFY I shared a townhouse with two other girls; Lisa and Jane. Lisa was simply awesome as a roommate and a friend. She was really tall, probably five foot ten with dark hair that went halfway down her back and long, lean legs that I envied. She was smart and a pleasure to talk to and hang out with. Jane, a bit of a worry wart, was OK but not awesome, and was kind of nosy. She was about five years older than Lisa and I and while Jane was a nice enough woman I doubted she and I would remain in touch when we were no longer roommates. Anyway, when John and I finally got dressed and I went to show him out, I was a bit dismayed when I saw that Jane was home. John, being John, instantly said hello and introduced himself. I showed John out and as I turned to head upstairs Jane stood in the living room wearing the world's most confused and awkward expression. Finally she blurted out "that...that's not Trent"! After everything that had gone on over the past 24 hours, all I could do was stand there, shake my head, and laugh. No, Jane; that certainly was not Trent. 2-7: THE UPS AND DOWNS OF HAVING ROOMMATES Later that evening I was in my room answering some e-mails when I heard a tap on the door. It was Lisa, who said that she'd brought home some wine and invited me downstairs for a drink with she and Jane. I smiled and asked her to give me a few minutes. As soon as she closed the door the smile left my face and I sighed, rolled my eyes, and rued the day I accepted a friend's advice to live with roommates for a while to save money. It was time to face the music. I put on as cheery a front as I could while greeting Lisa and Jane in the living room and poured myself a glass of wine. Lisa cut straight to the chase; last night Trent picked me up, I spent the night with him, and this afternoon I was here with "this new guy". She didn't want to invade my privacy but, as my roommates, they needed to know what was up. After swearing each of them to absolute secrecy, I told them a little bit about what happened the night before without providing every little detail. I told them that we all had a bit much to drink; someone suggested that we swap partners, and that's how I ended up spending the night with John. Jane looked absolutely mortified while Lisa just kind of laughed and said "if you don't want us to know what happened, okay. We just want to know what to do if either of these guys shows up asking for you". She thought I was lying! Now I was emboldened—I insisted to Lisa that I was telling the truth, that Trent wound up spending the night with John's girlfriend, and I spent the night with John. Why else would Jane have told you that John was here and that she heard us in the bedroom? This was my little way of getting back at Jane being a snitch, since I knew she told Lisa everything she saw and heard. I let both of them know that there weren't any problems and there was nothing to worry about. Jane asked if I was still going to "keep doing this swapping thing" and I told her that I honestly didn't know what the future would hold. Looking back, I'm sure she wanted and expected to hear that I made a big mistake and it would never happen again. Jane said she had to head upstairs and take care of some things before going to bed, and passive-aggressively "joked" that when she got a boyfriend not to ask her to swap. As if. Later that night I slipped into a t-shirt and shorts and headed downstairs to get something to drink before going to bed and saw Lisa watching TV while sitting on the floor with her back against the sofa. When she greeted me I noticed that she was a bit "relaxed" and that the wine bottle we were all sharing was empty and that she was working on her second bottle. No big deal, that's just how she chilled out. Lisa motioned me over and I sat on the floor next to her as she poured me a glass of wine. There was a moment of silence and then Lisa finally looked at me, smiled and said "so...Jane said the guy you were with was really hot". I kind of laughed and said yeah, he's attractive. She then put on a more serious face and asked "Michelle...what really happened last night"? I was a lot more comfortable without Judgemental Jane around so I opened up a bit. I told Lisa about the crush I'd developed on John. Her eyes widened as I told her how he stripped Kathy down right in front of Trent and I and showed off her pierced breasts, and she gasped when I described how he had Kathy spread her legs in front of us. As I went on to provide some details of what John and I were doing in the bedroom, I noticed something; Lisa's breathing had changed. She was wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and panties, which wasn't unusual. She was on my left, and she was lightly touching herself through her underwear using her left thumb. She was probably buzzed enough to think I wouldn't notice, but I definitely did. I thought the whole thing was kind of cheeky, so I kept going, giving more intimate details of the things John and I did the night before. I started telling her about how I got on top of him, about how he was thrusting me up and down and my breasts were swinging everywhere. At that point Lisa gave up any pretense that she wasn't pleasuring herself to my story as her legs were spread open and she was now rubbing her pussy with her right hand. Now this and giving an oral recounting what John and I did in bed was getting me hot. Frankly I didn't think Lisa would either complain or tease me if I started touching myself through my cotton shorts since she was doing the same thing, so I continued telling the story while rubbing my own wetness. Soon, I realized our shoulders were touching and Lisa's right leg hung over my left. I kept talking about John; how big his dick was, what a muscular, toned physique he had, and how incredibly good he was at licking, sucking and fucking. What happened next was strange because when I did it I was almost in a trance; I took Lisa's right hand and put it over my crotch, then I moved my left hand across her body and started stimulating her. She showed no resistance and eventually started rubbing my pussy as I did the same to her. I was no longer talking about last night; I just got lost in my own world as Lisa and I took care of one another. Pretty soon Lisa started panting and bucking her hips before softly crying out and cumming. The sights and sounds of this pushed me over the edge, and pretty soon I too was squirting in my shorts. I didn't know what to do next. Lisa and I were both breathing heavily, and all over one another. It was a tense moment; was she going to try to kiss me? Was I going to kiss her? I wish knew what was going through her head. Lisa seemed to catch her breath and excused herself to use the bathroom. As I watched her walk off the coward in me took over; instead of waiting and seeing what would happen next, I told her that I needed to get some sleep.