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Roommate Relations Ch. 01

By: TripleL



This story was written after a request from a fan, and with her input throughout. Many thanks to her.

Additionally, this story deals with betrayal, cheating, and infidelity. If that's not what you like, then you'll probably want to read a different story. 

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Jess let out her breath in a small grunt as she put down her box. Her boyfriend Kyle, coming in behind her, scraped the door frame slightly as he side-stepped into the small dorm room carrying a box of his own. He put it down heavily on the tiny bed and turned to the love of his life. Jess smiled at him as he approached. "Thanks for helping me move in, honey," he said. 

Kyle put his arms around Jess's waist in a loose embrace and let his forehead rest against hers, a small smile on his face. They held each others' gaze for a long moment before Kyle moved in for a kiss. Jess felt his lips against hers, tentative and gentle. The kiss was brief, but Kyle and Jess stayed there, resting against each other, for a while, just taking comfort in each others' presence. "Love you," said Kyle.

Their intimate moment was interrupted by a loud crunching sound from the doorway before Jess could reply. The young lovers turned quickly, caught off guard by the intrusion. A man stood in the open door, leaning against the door frame and eating an apple. He took another bite, letting out another noisy crunch. "Well, looks like things were about to get interesting," said the newcomer in a deep baritone. "If I had shown up a minute later I might have gotten a free show." He stared directly at Jess, locking eyes with her as he spoke, until she felt herself flush and look away, embarrassed. He waited for her to look back up, which she did almost immediately; when they made eye contact again, he was to one to break it by letting his gaze sweep up and down her body. His attention made Jess's embarrassment even more acute.

This wasn't the first time someone had stared at Jess, and it was well-deserved. She was one of those few lucky girls who combined a petite, slender body with large natural breasts. Jess was short, standing just over 5' tall. Her brunette hair was pulled back into a ponytail that hung down to the small of her back. She was wearing a tight tank-top that emphasized her 38-D's and a pair of loose-fitting yoga pants that hinted at the swell of her ass and her strong, firm legs without revealing anything. At the moment, her face was flushed, her full lips were pursed, and she had turned her dazzling blue eyes to the floor rather than risk catching the stranger's eyes again. 

The stranger walked into the room. He flicked his eyes briefly toward Kyle, taking note of his presence for a moment before returning his attention to Jess. "I'm Ian," he said, still staring confidently at Jess. "Live next door." 

Kyle cleared his throat and angled his body to place himself between Ian and Jess. "Kyle," he said, holding out his hand. "Your neighbor, I guess." Ian ignored Kyle for a moment more, then turned to face Kyle directly. Ian's face broke into a wide, grin as he took Kyle's hand and gave him a firm handshake. Kyle flinched when Ian grasped his hand, expecting a crushing grip from the newcomer, but relaxed when no pain came.

Standing side by side, Jess had her first chance to compare her boyfriend and his new neighbor. Ian was a handsome man. He must have been a bit over six feet tall, giving him quite a few inches on both Kyle and Jess. He had close-cropped black hair and lively, emerald green eyes. He was wearing jeans and a charcoal grey t-shirt that was fairly tight across his well-developed pecs and shoulders. Kyle, by contrast, was almost bland-looking; he had somewhat shaggy brown hair, brown eyes, and lacked Ian's well-defined musculature, and his shirt concealed a body carrying just a few extra pounds. Jess shook her head when she realized what she was doing and put on her most convincing fake smile. "I'm Jess," she said, extending her own hand as Kyle broke away from Ian's grip.

Ian smoothly took her hand and turned it palm-down. Before she could react, Ian bowed his head and planted a swift but firm kiss on the back of her hand. He looked up with a wink. "Charmed, I'm sure," he said with a wink.

Kyle was momentarily stunned. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you," he said, "but we're just getting everything moving in and I think we need some time to unpack."

Ian didn't seem to hear Kyle. He let go of Jess's hand and walked over to Kyle's bed. Then he sat down on it, leaning against the wall with a hand behind his head. The movement pulled his shirt up, and Jess couldn't help but notice his washboard stomach. "Man, these single rooms are great, aren't they?," he said, taking another big bite of his apple. "He chewed noisily for a moment, then continued. "Not too big, but there's no one else living with you. I know I hate to share." He took a final bite from the apple and set down its core on the desk at the foot of the bed. "I bet the two of you will get up to all sorts of fun in here when you're all alone." Ian's eyes didn't stray from Jess the whole time he spoke. 

Jess felt her cheeks heat up as her blush returned. "That's none of your business," she said, hotly. "If you don't mind, we'd like to get things arranged here and you're in the way." 

Ian stood up and stretched, drawing Jess's eyes back to her well-defined abs. "Listen, doll, there's no need to get upset. I was just coming to say hi and be a good neighbor. Kyle, I'm sure we'll be good friends. You need anything, just knock." With that, he strode out. Jess caught herself staring at his ass as he left. 

She heard his door close and turned to Kyle. "What a jerk. And he left his gross apple core sitting on your desk." 

Kyle shrugged. "Eh, I'm sure he was just trying to be friendly. It's not like he'll be in here all the time." He turned to unpack, and Jess joined him. Soon Ian's intrusion was forgotten.

That night, Jess and Kyle were laying together on his bed watching television when they heard Ian's door slam. Moments later, there was a thud as something banged into the shared wall. Kyle propped himself up on an elbow and raised an eyebrow. "Wonder what that was?" 

"I bet he's drunk. He seems like that sort of guy," replied Jess. "Probably staggered into a wall." A second thud echoed through the room, followed quickly by a third. Soon Jess and Kyle could hear the rhythmic pounding of something banging into the shared wall, and before too long the pounding was joined by the regular squeaks and creaks of a bed under heavy strain. "Oh, my God—is he doing what I think he's doing?," asked a flabbergasted Jess.

Before Kyle could answer, they heard muffled voices coming from the room next door. Jess could just make out a woman's voice, repeating the same thing over and over--"Oh! Fuck! Oh! Fuck!" Her cries were interspersed by Ian's deeper, wordless grunts.

Both Jess and Kyle listened for a while in mute embarrassment. The racket from the room next door did not subside in the slightest. The woman's expletives were replaced with ecstatic moans, and the deep thuds of Ian's bed against the wall grew louder and faster. Jess felt her nipples stiffen and the barest suggestion of warmth tingled in her groin. She was beginning to get aroused, despite herself. She sat up quickly, startling Kyle. Jess went over the wall and started banging on it; "Keep it down, asshole!" she yelled. If Ian and his playmate heard her, they didn't care; the sounds of their aggressive sex continued to fill Kyle's room. 

Kyle, still in bed, propped himself up with one arm. "Come back over here, babe. I'm sure they'll be done soon, and we can just turn the TV up in the meantime." Jess grumbled, but went back and sat down in Kyle's chair, which was sitting next to the bed. Kyle sat up and turned up the TV. 

Their show ended about fifteen minutes later, and Ian was still going strong in the next room. His partner's moans had trailed off, although Jess and Kyle could occasionally hear her scream out in pleasure. The sounds of the bed protesting under its abuse had gotten even louder; it continued to bang against the wall, hard enough for Jess and Kyle to feel the vibrations through the floor, and while the tempo changed more than once it never let up. 

"Wow," Kyle said, "he must really be giving it to her." 

Jess scoffed in disgust—although she had been thinking the same thing. "No self-respecting woman would want to be treated like that." Even as she spoke, the image of Ian's body, nude and muscular, came into her head unbidden. She saw herself underneath him, legs spread wide, mouth open in an rapturous scream, as he drove himself into her core with enough force to rattle the walls of the room. A flash of heat ran through her before she shook her head and came back to herself. "I can't take this anymore. I'm going back to my room. I'll see you tomorrow, Kyle." 

Kyle looked at her, disappointed but understanding. "Breakfast?"

"Of course. I'll meet you in the cafeteria after I go to the gym." Then she left. Ian and his unknown slut could be heard out in the hall, and she paused for half a step outside his door as she listened. Jess rolled her eyes and hurried out, heading back to her own dorm.

There was a bit of a chill in the night air, but it didn't do anything to cool Jess down. She spent the whole walk back to her dorm room fuming at Ian's rude behavior. Her thoughts kept returning to the sounds she had heard from the woman in his room. She must have been some sort of slut, to sleep with a man the night before classes started, a man who she couldn't have known for more than a few hours. But her moans, her shouted profanity, and her orgasmic screams told a different story—one about a woman who was enjoying herself in ways Jess had never experienced. 

Sex with Kyle was pleasant, but he had never made Jess scream the way the mysterious woman had screamed. And he didn't have Ian's evident stamina—they had been going at it for almost half an hour by the time Jess left, and there was no sign that they were planning on stopping. Kyle petered out after ten minutes, at best. And of course Kyle didn't have Ian's body. Perhaps if he did, he could pin her down to the bed, her arms above her head, held in one of his strong hands, as he kissed the side of her neck, his breath hot against her skin, while she writhed against him—

Jess shook herself out of the erotic reverie. She looked around, and realized she had made it back to her dorm while lost in her thoughts. She dug around in one of the pockets until she found her key and let herself in, first to the building and then her room. She went into her bathroom to clean up before bed and caught sight of herself in the mirror. Her cheeks and chest were flushed, and her eyes were wide. The tips of her breasts strained visibly against her shirt. She stood there for a moment, paralyzed—how long had she been like this? What if someone had seen her like this on the walk? She didn't recall seeing anyone, but she had been preoccupied, and she was pretty sure she wouldn't have noticed if someone had walked right up to her and called her name.

She decided to take a shower to cool down and relax. Soon, Jess stood under the hot water and felt herself relax, the muscles in her back and shoulders unclenching as the tension fled her body. She started lathering herself up as she cleaned off the remnants of the day's labor. Before long she was cleaned and refreshed, and she let her mind wander as the shower continued to pour hot water down on her. Her arousal hadn't diminished, and so it was that one of her hands drifted down toward her groin unconsciously. One of her fingers traced out lazy circles just below her belly button, slowly descending down to her excited pussy, and barely grazed her clit. A pleasurable shock ran up her spine from the light touch on her button, and Jess let out a quick, involuntary gasp.

She hadn't realized what she was doing, and after that moment of pleasure she forced herself to stop. Jess turned off the shower and stepped out, drying herself with quick, angry movements, and dressed in her least revealing pajamas. Then she turned off her light and lay down in her bed. She forced herself to ignore the needy ache between her legs and slowly, fitfully, descended into sleep.

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The next morning, Jess awoke from unsettling dreams to find that she was unusually stiff and sore, as if she had been exerting herself during the night. She decided to go work out some of that stiffness with a trip to the gym. Not ten minutes later, she walking in to the campus gym for the first time. The main doors opened up into a large workout area, with free weights and weight machines along the walls and cardio equipment in the center. It was 6:30 in the morning, but the gym was packed anyway; Jess had planned on hopping on a treadmill, but only one machine was open. It was adjacent to a pillar and another machine.

And that other machine was occupied by Ian.

He was wearing a grey sleeveless shirt that showed off his strong arms and shoulders, along with a pair of black gym shorts. Sweat glistened on his forehead and arms and darkened his shirt in places. Jess found herself staring at him for a moment, admiring his powerful form as he ran. It seemed like he was running at a near-sprint, and Jess could tell he'd been at it for some time before she arrived—but he didn't seem winded or tired at all. He was breathing deeply, but steadily, his eyes unfocused as he looked off into the middle distance.

Jess raised her chin indignantly and strode toward the empty treadmill. She stepped up onto the machine and started her own workout. Ian didn't seem to notice her at first, but as she finished her warmup and started jogging, she saw his eyes flicker over to her. Before too long their eyes met as they both tried to steal glances of each other. When they made eye contact, Jess felt that same warmth she had felt last night, that same sudden heat that surged up from between her legs and made her flush. Ian, for his part, broke into a wide smile and picked up the pace on his treadmill. Jess found herself speeding up, trying to match his pace.

They ran next to each other, not speaking, for fifteen minutes before Jess had to slow down and dropped to a fast walk. Ian, now running out of breath himself, kept running for a minute or two, then punched the big button that slowed the machine to walking speed himself. Once he had caught his breath, Ian spoke. "Impressive, little lady. Not many women can keep up with me. But I guess you might know that from last night."

Jess snorted in disgust but made no other reply. Ian continued. "How long did you stay and listen? Were you there when she offered to call her best friend to join us? Said I was too much for one woman." He paused, thoughtfully. "I guess you might not have heard that through the wall."

Jess flushed again and kept her eyes locked forward. "Pig."

"Usually, they call me 'Stud' or 'Bull.' I had a girl last summer who liked to call me her stallion. I bet you can figure out why."

Jess's hand slammed into the emergency stop button on the treadmill. She turned to face Ian as the machine shuddered to a halt, her cheeks red and her eyes flashing. "Who the hell do you think you are? You ogled me openly yesterday and left your trash in my boyfriend's room, and now you're talking to me like I'm some kind of trashy slut?"

Ian's smile never left his face. "Oh, I'm sure you're not a slut. I fuck sluts; I don't talk to them."

That reply just made Jess angrier. She turned and stormed off. The whole time, she felt Ian's gaze on her as he watched her ass sway as she left. Once she was out of the gym, she stopped to calm down and relax before heading to the cafeteria to meet her boyfriend. She stepped off of the footpath leading away the gym, closed her eyes, and counted to ten as she struggled to get her temper under control. Somehow, that short interaction with Ian had gotten her worked up, and her body was flooded with adrenalin and endorphins, making her heart race just as much as the long run on the treadmill had. 

Once she was under control, she made her way to the dining hall to meet with Kyle. He was sitting at a table, with a cup of coffee and some doughnuts in front of him. He looked bad; his hair was mussed, and there were dark circles under his eyes as if he hadn't slept at all. Jess grabbed an apple and a small bowl of cereal and sat down beside him. "You okay, baby?"

"I'm fine, I just didn't get much sleep last night. They kept going next door after you left, and they didn't stop until well after midnight. And this morning they went at it again, in the shower. I don't know what they were doing, but the door from my room to the bathroom sticks now, and they knocked my toiletries all over the place. My toothbrush wound up on the floor, and I think they used my soap and my towels."

While Kyle spoke, Jess found herself thinking about what this said about Ian. She realized that he hadn't slept either; he had spent the night abusing some poor woman, giving her a night of unsurpassed pleasure that continued on into the morning, and then he went to the gym, still looking like Adonis. Kyle was a wreck after one night of listening to Ian in action; Ian seemed like he was ready to do it all other again.

"Well? Do you think it's a good idea?" Jess snapped out of her ruminations. Kyle hadn't stopped talking, and he didn't seem to notice that Jess had been miles away.

"I'm sorry, I zoned out there for a second. I guess I didn't sleep well either. What would be a good idea?" Jess asked.

"I'm thinking I should complain to the RA and see if I can move."

And then Jess found herself giving some very strange advice. "I think you should stick it out a bit longer. I'm sure that once you get to know him Ian will be fine."

"I thought you hated the guy."

"I don't like him, but that doesn't mean you can't live next door to him."

"All right, babe. I'll give it a week or so and see how things go." Jess and Kyle let the matter drop there, and spent the rest of their breakfast chatting about their course schedules and planning their day. Then they left, Kyle to go to his first class, and Jess to go back and shower. Before departing, Kyle gave Jess a quick peck on the cheek, and then he took off.

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Jess and Kyle met back up that evening for dinner, then went back to their rooms. The next few days passed without event. Jess saw Ian at the gym twice, but she refused to speak to him or work out near him. Ian didn't approach her, either, although she could often feel his eyes on her whenever they were in the same room. Jess found herself annoyed that Ian hadn't approached her to make any more indecent comments—he obviously thought she was attractive, like any red-blooded man, so . One morning, she found herself practically strutting back and forth in front of Ian as he worked out, flaunting her body in front of him, so she could have the pleasure of telling him to go to hell. But he didn't even notice; he didn't look at her once. Jess ended up leaving the gym in a huff. 

She returned to her room and stripped down, standing in front of the full length mirror hanging from the bathroom door. She started to look at herself, searching for any flaw or imperfection. As she did, she started talking to herself.

"What is he, blind? I must be hotter than whatever woman he was with that night," she said, cupping her heavy breasts and offering them up to her reflection. "And my ass has never looked better." She turned sideways and thrust her hips back slightly, tilting her head from side to side as she appraised her appearance. Jess turned back to face her image and leaned in close, to examine her face. Every feature was as lovely as she thought. Her lips were full and pouty—"that crude asshole would probably say I have cocksucking lips, or something like that." Her eyes were big, blue pools, the color of the summer sky on a cloudless day. Her hair was long and lustrous—"I bet he'd want to get his hands tangled up in it while he kissed my neck." There was clearly nothing wrong with her, she thought. So Ian must have something wrong with him.


Roommate Relations Ch. 01



Later that day, Jess was hanging out in Kyle's room when she brought up Ian. "So, Kyle, how's the roommate situation?" 

"It's been fine, mostly. He had another girl over two nights ago, but it wasn't so bad. They started earlier and didn't keep me up for so long." He paused. "The walls are so thin here—I bet that he's just watching porn or something. I mean, we have good sex, and we've never gone on that long." Kyle paused again, for a bit longer. "If you want, we could give it a shot. Return the favor for Ian." He smiled as he spoke, but uncertainly, as if he was unsure of her response and planning to play it off as a joke if Jess took the suggestion badly.

"Soon, baby," Jess replied. "You know I don't have the same sex drive you do, and I want to get settled and get into the groove here at college before we sleep together again. But it'll be soon." 

Kyle nodded in response. "I'm not trying to pressure you. I love you, babe, and I know you'll come to me when you're ready."

Jess smiled at him sweetly. "I'm glad your situation with Ian is getting better. I think you should invite him over, get to know him." 

Kyle agreed, reluctantly, and went next door to fetch his roommate. When he returned moments later, Ian came along, towering over him. Ian smiled as he entered the room and caught sight of Jess. "Well, hello again, little lady," he said, as he let his gaze play over her body. "I like your shorts. They for me?"

Jess blushed a bit—she hadn't thought about it when she suggested inviting Ian over, but she was wearing unusually revealing (for her) clothes. Her top was a scoop-neck t-shirt that showed a bit more cleavage than she usually displayed, augmented by a push-up bra. And the shorts that Ian appreciated so much were especially short and tight. Jess found herself wondering if she hadn't dressed this way because she was subconsciously trying to get Ian's attention.

There was a moment of silence that lasted just a bit too long to be comfortable while Jess was thinking this over, and then Ian broke the tension by laughing loudly. "Just fucking with you." He gave Kyle what looked like a playful punch in the arm—but that was enough to force Kyle to take a step back and wince slightly. "What are you kids doing?" he asked as he opened up Kyle's mini-fridge and took out a soda. He opened the can with a pop and a hiss as he sat down next to Jess on the small sofa, leaving Kyle standing in the center of the room.

"We were just watching TV," said Kyle as he took a seat on his bed. "Jess thought it would be good if we got to know each other. We'll be living next door all year, right?"

Ian took a long swig of his soda before answering. "So the little lady wanted me to come over to play? Hell, she's right—we should get to know one another. You start."

They made small talk for perhaps half an hour. Kyle and Jess told Ian how they met—they were high-school sweethearts, and they were planning on getting engaged by the end of the year. Ian told them a bit about himself but mostly listened. Then Ian turned to Kyle with a smirk on his face and asked, "Why haven't I seen you at the gym? The little lady's there most every morning. You not interested in getting in shape?" 

"Eh, I'm not really the athletic type. I don't like getting sweaty and stiff."

"Nothing wrong with that, I guess. What do you do instead? I saw your Playstation. You play video games?"

"Yeah, sometimes."

"Me too."

The conversation turned to a discussion of Ian and Kyle's favorite games. Jess rolled her eyes and got up to leave. "I'm glad you boys are getting along, but this conversation is officially boring now." Kyle and Ian both stood up as she rose.

"See you tomorrow morning?" asked Kyle. Jess said yes and went back to her room, leaving Kyle and Ian deep in conversation.

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The next morning, Jess saw Ian at the gym again. This time, she went up to him and asked how the evening went after she left. 

"Your boy can't hold his beer. I wouldn't count on him making your breakfast date—hell, he probably won't make it to class today."

"What did you do to him?" Jess asked hotly.

"Don't get all pissed at me. I brought over some beers, and he's the one who decided to drink too much. Guess he thought he needed to keep up with me for some reason, but he couldn't do that in anything, far as I can tell."

Jess narrowed her eyes at Ian, but made no other response. She turned on one heel and walked off, putting a bit of extra sway in her hips as she did. After her workout, she went to Kyle's room and found the door open a crack. She knocked gently and, getting no response, went in.

Kyle's room had been trashed.

There were at least a dozen empty beer bottles scattered around the room, on the floor and on the furniture. Plastic cups, some half-full of beer or other, harder drinks, were all over the place. T large wet spot on the floor marked An empty pizza box hung over the television; it was off, but the Playstation was on. Kyle's hamper had been overturned, and dirty clothes were strewn about the room. The mattress on Kyle's bed had been pulled halfway off the bed frame and turned around so it sloped downward, and the bedding was nowhere to be seen. The whole room reeked of alcohol, pizza, cigarette smoke—although smoking wasn't allowed in the dorms, so Jess didn't know where that could have come from—and the sickly sweet smell of marijuana.

Kyle himself wasn't much better off. He was sprawled out on the sofa. It seemed that he had managed to get one leg out of his pants before collapsing, revealing his white briefs. One hand was tucked below the waistband of his underwear. A small puddle of drool marked the sofa cushion under his mouth. He was sleeping soundly, and he made no response at all when Jess entered the room.

Jess searched the room for a clean glass or an unused plastic cup and found nothing of the sort. She ended up rinsing out the least-full plastic cup she could find and refilling it with water. She gently woke up her boyfriend and offered him the cup. He accepted it gratefully and drained it in one long drink.

"What happened last night?" Jess asked.

Kyle winced at the sound of her voice and replied, quietly, "Not sure. Ian brought over some beer, said we should invite some people over. Didn't know any of them. Had too much to drink."

"I can see that. It's going to take all day to clean this up."

Kyle sat up a bit straighter and looked around. He seemed shocked by what he saw. "Don't remember ordering pizza." He pulled his pants up and tried feebly to clean up his dorm with Jess, but his hangover made it hard for him to work. 

Jess took pity on her boyfriend. "You should take a shower and get yourself cleaned up; I'll straighten up a bit in here before my classes. I'll try to come by this evening too and check in on you." 

Kyle nodded, and then immediately winced again as the movement exacerbated his headache. "Thanks, babe. I'll do that. I may be a while in the shower, so just let yourself out whenever you need to go."

Jess spent about fifteen minutes getting the worst parts of the mess under control. She put Kyle's bed back in place, threw out the pizza boxes and most of the smaller items, and opened a window to air out the room. Kyle was still in the shower when she left.

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That evening, Jess headed over to Kyle's dorm to see how he was feeling. They had been texting all day, and he said he was fine, but she wanted to see with her own eyes. But as soon as she entered the hallway outside his room, she heard loud music coming out of one of the rooms—it wasn't loud enough for her to make out the song, but it was loud enough to be noticeable. She had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach as she walked down the hall and the sound grew louder.

Sure enough, the music was coming from Ian's room. It must have been audible in Kyle's room, too, and it was probably worse than in the hall. With Kyle's hangover, it might have been physically painful. She decided it was time to do something about Ian's behavior, and so she knocked on his door.

Ian opened the door on the third knock. He was wearing a pair of tight jeans with the top button opened and nothing else. Jess was stunned for a moment as she took in the image of Ian's muscular torso; she knew he worked out, but she never realized how well developed he was. His broad chest had a light dusting of dark hair, forming a trail that led down to his six-pack abs and then lower still to disappear under the waistband of his pants.

When she snapped back into reality, Jess realized that Ian was giving her another of his infuriating smirks. Jess glared at him. "Well, hello little lady. You knock on the wrong door? Or did you come to see me?"

Jess let out a small snort. "I want you to apologize for what you did to Kyle. You got him drunk and trashed his room intentionally, didn't you?" 

Ian held up his hands, palms out. "I was trying to be friendly. I wouldn't have been there if it weren't for you—Kyle said it was your idea to have me over in the first place. It's not my fault that he drank too much."

Jess wasn't mollified. "He's obviously smaller than you, and he's not a drunk like you obviously are. You should have cut him off." As she spoke, she thrust her finger at his chest angrily. When she made contact, there was a thrilling, electric sensation that went down her finger and directly to her pussy. Ian was firm and muscular; there was barely any give when she pressed her finger into his chest. It was so unlike Kyle; he was soft and yielding ("doughy" was probably the best word). Jess was amazed; she let her finger trail down, following the path of his hair, until she reached his navel. Then she withdrew.

They stood there in the hall, music blaring from Ian's room. Then Ian spoke. "Look, you better come in instead of yelling out here in the hall." He stepped to one side to allow Jess to pass. His room was similar to Kyle's, but more spartan; Kyle had put up a few posters and framed photos (mostly of Jess, or of he and Jess out on dates). Ian's walls were bare and white. The room was cleaner than Jess expected, given how he and his friends had destroyed Kyle's place. But on reflection that made sense—why mess up your own room when you can go next door and cause trouble?

Ian closed the door behind Jess and sat down in his desk chair. Even seated, he could comfortably look Jess in the eye without tilting his head. He reached over and turned down his music, so he and Jess could speak normally. "Look," he began, "your boyfriend is not my responsibility. If you don't want me to party with him, then talk to him. Everything was his idea, and if he can't handle his shit then he shouldn't have it in the first place."

Jess still wasn't happy, and she started to doubt her wisdom in coming here. "Fine," she said. "But do you have to blast that music right now? He's hungover, and he already missed one day of class. You're not helping."

Ian considered Jess's request. "Well, I could turn down the tunes for a night. But that's you asking for a favor. I'd want something in return."

If Jess had been thinking clearly, she might have left the room right then, and that might have changed everything. But her emotions were running wild—anger, mixed with lust and tinged with a bit of fear, made her stay. And she couldn't help but be distracted by Ian's body and animal magnetism. In these close quarters, she could even detect hints of his smell, a musky masculine smell that brought to mind images of primal hunters in some ancient forest. So rather than leave, Jess indulged Ian. "What do you want?"

Ian shifted his weight in the chair, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees and bringing his face close to Jess's. Speaking just loud enough to be heard over the music, he said: "I want you to show me your body."

Jess froze in place, like frightened prey, and flushed deep crimson. "Wh... what do you mean?" 

"Strip for me. You want to, and you know it. You've been flaunting yourself in front of me almost every day at the gym. You've been trying to get me to notice you. Well, I have, and I want more."

Jess willed herself to move, but something seemed to be holding her feet to the floor. "No... I haven't... that's all in your head." 

Ian stood up and stepped close to Jess—close enough for her to feel his warmth, even though he didn't quite make contact. His mouth was level with her ear. "Is it? I can tell you're turned on by the idea. I'm not asking you to cheat. You don't even have to get naked—just take off your top and your pants, then give me a little dance, and I'll turn down the music for your poor little sweetheart next door." 

Jess swallowed nervously. "You promise? And you won't tell anyone?" Ian nodded and sat back down, leaning back in his chair with his legs spread and a wide grin on his face. Jess was breathing hard and she contemplated what she was about to do. Ian turned the music back up. Jess looked at him inquisitively. 

"We don't want Kyle figuring out that you're here."

With the music playing, Jess closed her eyes and focused on controlling her breathing. Her heart was racing at the prospect of exposing herself, even partially, to Ian; she forced herself to calm down enough to proceed. Then she started swaying with the music, moving her hips in time with the bass beat and trying to mimic moves she had seen in the movies and on TV. When she opened her eyes, Ian was displaying a triumphant smile. 

Jess turned away from him and put her arms over her head. Her shirt rode up, revealing her lower back and the barest hint of her panties peeking out over the waistband of her shorts. She looked back over her shoulder at Ian, challenging him to say or do something, but he seemed content to watch. Jess continued to dance in place for a while, moving her hips in circles , then turning back to face Ian and bending over to reveal her impressive cleavage. 

She had started to get into it and lose herself in the moment. Jess put one hand on Ian's shoulder and raised one of her legs, resting her foot on the armrest of his chair. She rolled her hips seductively, drawing Ian's eyes irresistibly down to that spot between her legs—that spot that was even now sending signals of its own to her brain, signals of need and desire.

In one swift motion, Jess doffed her shirt, revealing her impressive D-cups covered by a blue bra. Ian snorted. "Matches your eyes. Bet you don't get many guys noticing eyes once your shirt is off, huh?" She didn't acknowledge his remark; instead, she just swung her leg across his body so she was once again facing away from him. She bent at the knees and waist, so that she was almost sitting in his lap, and began to grind her ass against him.

It didn't take long before Jess noticed something odd—there seemed to be something in Ian's pants. It felt like a length of pipe, and it was too long and thick to be the obvious candidate. She continued to rub herself against him, with that strange, hard object nestled in the cleft of her ass. It was warm, even through his jeans, and it seemed to respond to her touch. "You don't mess around, do you?" Ian said.

That made Jess pause. That can't be his penis, she thought—no one is that large. But what else could it be? She froze, straddling Ian's muscular thigh. "It's all me," he said. "I told you they call me Bull."

Jess stood up quickly and spun around. She tried to speak, but no words came out. She watched, unbelieving, as Ian unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly. With one hand, he reached down into his pants and brought it out.

Jess couldn't look away. Ian's cock was the largest she had ever seen, even in the porn movies she sometimes watched in secret. Even his big hand, so much larger than her own, only covered a third of its length, and he could barely close his fingers around it. And the truly amazing thing was that it didn't seem to be fully erect; it drooped slightly at the end, near the mushroom head that looked to be as large as her fist.

"You're giving me a show, it's only fair you get one in return," he said, as he started to stroke himself slowly. Each stroke started at the base of his shaft and went all the way up his length; it seemed to Jess that each one took forever. 

She sputtered. "What... it... oh my... is that real?"

"Of course. Why don't you see for yourself?"

Jess dropped to her knees and gaped as Ian continued to stroke himself. "Stop doing that. I didn't agree to this." 

Ian didn't stop. "You should be proud of yourself. I'm doing this because you're so sexy." 

Jess couldn't look away. "No... please stop... you can't do that with me here."

"Why not? It's not like you're cheating on your poor hungover boyfriend. And besides, you haven't finished your dance. If you're going to show off the goods, you can't be surprised when people take notice."

Ian kept up his slow, rhythmic strokes as he spoke. His cock had hardened completely now, and it rose from his groin like a tower. A single pearlescent drop of precum had formed at the tip, and it seemed to exert a hypnotic effect on Jess. "I'm not going to finish if you keep doing that," she said, with her eyes fixed on that lone drop.

"You don't finish, I don't turn down the music, and poor little Kyle has another bad night. Maybe I'll go over there again and get him to drink again. He's a wimp; I could make him do it."

It took a moment for Ian's words to sink in. "That's not fair! You can't do that to him. I danced for you, now put that... thing away before I leave."

"Look, if you don't want to finish the dance, how about you take over for me here? You got me like this, and I bet you don't want everyone to think you're a cocktease. You get me off, and you can go without finishing the dance, and I won't bother Kyle with my music all night."

The drop of precum got bigger as Ian spoke, and started to trickle down his length. Jess was seized by a sudden desire to lick it up. What am I doing, she thought—how could I consider this. But her hand moved, seemingly on its own. Just before she took hold of Ian's shaft, she paused. "And you promise you won't go over and get him drunk again either? You won't have another party?"

Ian traced out a small 'x' over his heart with his finger. "You have my word as a gentleman," he said sarcastically.

Jess decided to go for it. Her small hand replaced Ian's, and for a moment she did nothing but marvel at the majestic implement in her hand. She couldn't close her fingers around it, such was its girth, and her hand didn't even cover a quarter of its length. Ian shifted his weight and his balls spilled out of his pants as well; they hung down between his legs like a pair of lemons in a sack. He clearly shaved, or did something similar, because his shaft and his balls were completely hairless, and the small patch of hair at the base was trimmed short.

"Ever held anything like this?" Ian asked. Jess shook her head, still too awed by his tool to speak.

She started to give him a handjob, stroking him with her right hand in the same way he had been stimulating himself—long, slow pulls that covered the entirety of his vast length. Her left hand was clenched into a fist and resting gently on her breastbone. A mix of fear and excitement shone in Jess's eyes as she unknowingly took her first step toward a very different life than she would have had with Kyle. 

Ian sat, almost motionless, as she slid her hand up and down her shaft. At first, Jess's tentativeness was appealing; she was relatively innocent, and he enjoyed watching her as she was confronted with something outside her experience. But it eventually grew irritating, as her slow strokes weren't sufficient to bring him the kind of pleasure he craved, and without action she wasn't likely to step up her game. Her took her wrist in one hand. "I don't know what you do for your boyfriend, but if you're going to jerk off a real man you need to be more aggressive." He started pumping her hand for her—basically masturbating by proxy, until she got the rhythm of it. Then Ian took her other hand as well. "One hand won't cut it. Play with my balls, use them both to tug on my cock, whatever. Don't just sit there." 




Roommate Relations Ch. 01



Jess was shocked out of her reverie by Ian's abrupt action. Her first instinct was to move her free hand to Ian's pendulous orbs. She was shocked by the weight of them; they hung down heavily, weighed down with his potent seed. They were also warm to the touch, even compared with the rest of Ian's body. Jess fondled them as best she could; they were too large to hold comfortably in one hand, so one or the other kept slipping out of her soft small hand.

"Oh, yes, babe. That's how you do it." Ian shifted his hips forward, sliding down in his chair as he did, putting his cock mere inches from Jess's face. "Keep going like that and you'll get what you came for soon." Precum was flowing steadily from his tip now, running down the sides of his rod in rivulets. Jess's constant stroking spread the fluid all around his shaft, lubricating her hands and helping them to glide easily up and down. A minute passed with no further conversation, only the wet sounds of Jess's handjob dimly audible over the music. Then Ian spoke up again. "You having fun, little lady? Enjoying yourself as you pleasure my cock?"

Jess felt a needy ache between her legs as Ian asked his question. She was enjoying herself, quite a bit—and she felt a desperate craving to rip off her pants and panties, mount Ian, and ride him at a gallop. But she refused to give in to those cravings, or even to acknowledge them. "You wish," she replied, sneering. "I'm only touching your filthy dick to help Kyle."

Ian just chuckled. Despite her protests, Jess hadn't stopped caressing him; in fact, she was moving faster and squeezing him harder now, sending shivers down his spine as his pleasure mounted. He started to pump his hips up and down in response to her pumping hand. Ian felt his climax approaching, faster than expected, her small soft hands driving him over the edge. He felt a surge of pleasure run through him, as she squeezed his shaft firmly in her grip, and his eyes closed involuntarily. 

Ian bit his lip and his nostrils flared as he came. Jess recoiled in surprise as his first shot rocketed into the air, shooting up over her head to splash down on the floor behind her in a long white rope. In that moment, Jess realized, he had pumped out more cum than Kyle could in an entire orgasm—and he was far from done. Jess watched open-mouthed as that initial spurt was quickly followed by several more of similar size and power. Thick rivers of white cream oozed down his shaft and over Jess's fingers as she directed his spurts out past her and onto the floor. 

When he was finished, Jess was left holding on to his cum-soaked cock, which hadn't lost any of its stiffness despite unleashing an orgasm that would make any man jealous. Ian had slumped into his chair, as if pumping out all that cum had left him unable to support himself. He seemed dazed , and he was breathing hard as he recovered. 

After a minute, he seemed to snap back into reality. He sat up straight and opened his eyes, taking in the state of his room. "Wow. I'm genuinely impressed, little lady. Usually it takes a lot more than a quick rub to get me to do that." Jess felt herself blush a bit at the compliment, and immediately felt overwhelmed by guilt at what she had done. "You want to go again?" Ian continued—and that's when she realized that she hadn't stopped stroking him, even though his orgasm was long over. 

Without thinking, she grabbed her shirt from the floor and pulled it on, smearing some of Ian's cum on it from her hands. "Oh my god, I can't... I'm leaving." She fled the room and didn't stop until she made it back to her dorm.

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Once Jess was safely back in her dorm, she stopped to take stock of the situation. She had just taken off her top and displayed herself for her boyfriend's asshole neighbor—and she gave him a handjob. She was flushed and breathing hard, and as much as she wished it was because she had just jogged halfway across campus, she knew it was more than that. Seeing Ian shirtless had excited her, and when he took out his cock it sent an electric thrill through her. She had enjoyed dancing for him, taking off her clothes for him, touching him—and she had definitely enjoyed pleasing him and seeing the results of his pleasure. 

Jess started to bite at her nails, as she sometimes did when stressed. There was an odd smell when she brought her hand to her mouth, and as she worried at her nails she noticed that her fingers were unusually slick and salty. She sniffed at the fluid that had coated her knuckles, and without thinking stuck out her tongue and gave it an experimental lick. The white substance was strangely appealing, salty-sweet and creamy. 

Then she realized what it was.

Jess recoiled in shock and horror. When Ian came, she had been amazed at the power of it and the sheer quantity of his emission. She had been dimly aware of a warm feeling on her hands, but the spectacle of his massive endowment spraying out its copious payload had been at the forefront of her mind, and the relatively insignificant feeling of his seed spilling over her fingers hadn't sunk in. But now she had tasted a man's sperm for the first time. It wasn't her boyfriend's sperm.

And she liked it.

Jess scurried to her bathroom and washed her hands several times, her face red with embarrassment and guilt. As she washed, though, a small part of her regretted letting Ian's delicious cream go to waste like that. She ignored the little voice telling her to have just one more taste, and rinsed out her mouth with mouthwash to get rid of the aftertaste. She changed clothes, throwing the semen-stained shirt in the trash rather than launder it. Even after all this, Jess still felt stained; she took a shower, trying to rid herself of all signs of Ian. 

When she was done, she got dressed and went back to Kyle's dorm. His hallway was quiet and empty when she arrived. Jess sighed in relief; she had been dreading the possibility of another encounter with Ian, or that he would ignore their deal. But it seemed like Ian was honorable, at least in this small way. She took a deep breath and proceeded down the hall, knocking softly on Kyle's door. Kyle let her in.

He was looking better; his face had regained some color, and he wasn't wincing at the slightest bit of light or sound. Nonetheless, Kyle had clearly had better days. He gave Jess a wan smile as she walked in, looked gorgeous in a tight pink shirt and a pair of gym shorts that seemed to be painted on. Her hair was up in a ponytail which bounced behind her, almost as much as her breasts bounced in her shirt. 

"Hey, babe. I thought you'd be coming over earlier," said Kyle.

"I'm sorry, I got sidetracked. How are you feeling?"

"I've been better. Ian was blasting some music earlier, but he turned it off and went out about half an hour ago." 

Jess flushed slightly, recalling her tryst with Ian and the deal she made for the sake of her boyfriend. "Well, that's good. Maybe we can have a quiet night in?" 

Kyle beamed at this suggestion. "That sounds great, especially after last night. We're going to have to order pizza, though; all my snacks and drinks are gone. And you may have to pay—I can't find my wallet at all. I hope no one took it."

Jess agreed to pay and they settled in to watch TV, laying on Kyle's bed (now back in its proper place, with freshly-laundered sheets). The pizza arrived about 20 minutes later, and Kyle managed to keep his food down despite lingering stomach nausea. Throughout the evening, Jess's mind kept wandering, and inevitably when it did her thoughts turned to Ian—and Ian's cock. Just holding it had given her a thrill; it had been almost hot to the touch, and firm, like an iron bar. What we she have done if Ian had been more aggressive? Could she have resisted? Kyle, for his part, didn't seem to notice anything amiss; he seemed happy just to spoon with Jess and enjoy her company.

At around 10 o'clock, their pleasant evening was interrupted by something slamming against Kyle's door. Before either of them could respond, the door was again rattled by a heavy impact. Then there was a loud bang from next door, as someone threw Ian's door open, making it bang against the shared wall.

It didn't take long before the sounds of passionate, aggressive fucking came through the wall.

"Oh, Christ.," Kyle complained. "Not again. Every time we're together, that jackass has to bring some slut back to his room."

Jess turned a deep crimson. Kyle kept talking, oblivious.

"I swear, it's like he knows we're trying to enjoy ourselves and he wants to ruin it intentionally."

Jess turned over to face Kyle. "It doesn't have to ruin it. You remember what you said the other day? About how we should make Ian listen to us?" She spoke quietly, just barely audible over the moans and screams coming from next door.

Kyle stared at her blankly for a moment before he got it. "Do you mean... are you sure?" Jess nodded shyly, her eyes shining. Kyle's face broke into a wide grin. "Okay, great... Let me get a condom." He got up and fumbled around in his drawers, eventually withdrawing a foil-wrapped packet. 

Jess got up and gently took the condom from him, then guided him back to the bed. "Let me take care of that. You just sit there and watch." She put the condom on the desk and started to sway back and forth in time with the pounding thuds and moans from next door. She closed her eyes, losing herself in the moment. Once again her thoughts turned to Ian—but now her fantasies were vivid enough to seem almost real. She imagined herself underneath him while he drove himself into her, her legs spread wide as she accepted his lengthy cock into her tight hole. Her nipples stiffened under her shirt, and her breath quickened as she danced for Kyle, all the while thinking of Ian.

Kyle quickly disrobed and was sitting naked on his bed, playing with his own limp penis and attempting to coax it to life. The love of his life was dancing in front of him, but nothing was happening. Even when Jess stripped off her shirt, revealing her bare breasts, he simply couldn't get going. Jess crawled up onto the bed and straddled him, grinding her hips against him—but still nothing. She slid down and took him into her mouth—and while he swelled briefly under her tender ministrations, it wasn't enough. Jess slipped off her shorts and let Kyle play with her slick, shaved pussy, which was wet with desire—but to no avail. And all the while, the sounds of Ian absolutely destroying some unknown woman could be heard from next door.

Jess huffed in frustration and disappointment. She had been on edge since her encounter with Ian, and now Kyle wasn't up to the task of pleasing her. "Come on, Kyle. What's wrong? Don't you want me?"

Kyle was mortified. "Of course, babe. I want you more than anything, but I haven't been sleeping well, and after last night... Can we try again later?"

"Well... maybe this will help." She sat down at the foot of his bed and spread her legs. Kyle's jaw dropped as he realized what she was going to do. Jess sat there for a moment, letting him take in the sight of her, completely nude, her dazzling blue eyes wide with excitement. Her breasts hung free, rising and falling as she breathed. Jess's flat, taut stomach quivered with excitement. A bit of moisture could be seen between her legs.

With her right hand, she traced a path from her neck, between her breasts, down across her navel, to her pussy. Kyle watched, enraptured, as her fingers started to dance across her most sensitive places; she rubbed her clit, let her fingers slide across her lower lips, and stroked her inner thighs as she stimulated herself.. Jess through her head back, with her eyes closed and mouth opened, as she slipped a finger into her pussy, hooking it forward to press against her inner walls. That finger was joined by another, and another, as she started to pant.

While all this was happening, Ian and his hookup continued to fuck next door. Ian's bed was slamming into the wall over and over, its springs and frame creaking and groaning, and the woman was begging for Ian to fuck her harder, harder. Jess was envisioning herself in Ian's bed. In her mind's eye, she was the one screaming for more of Ian's bull cock. She was laying underneath him, her legs wrapped around his hips, as he thrust into her, reaching places that Kyle never could. She was on all fours, bent over in front of Ian, while he held onto her shoulders and used them to deliver strokes of such punishing power as to take her breath away. She was on top of him, using her toned thighs to lift herself off his cock only to drop back down onto it. She was cumming—on Ian's cock as he spurted into her, in her imagination, and on her fingers, as her boyfriend watched in mute amazement, in reality.

Jess sat and basked in the afterglow of her orgasm for several minutes. When she came to, she realized Kyle had been speaking to her for some time. "... the hottest thing ever, babe. That was amazing."

She shook her head to clear it and opened her eyes. Kyle was still sitting in front of her, naked, and his cock was still flaccid. But now a few dribbles of cum had dripped from the head. "What happened? Did you cum too?" she asked.

"Yeah, babe. I'm sorry that we didn't get to make love, but watching you... it was just too much. I started getting hard, and I thought I'd rub it a little—you know, to help things along—but as soon as I touched it, well... you can figure out the rest."

Jess's orgasm didn't quench the flames of desire raging inside her. In fact, things had only gotten worse. And clearly Kyle would be no help tonight. She stood up and stretched, her tits standing out proudly on her body as she arched her back. Then she started gathering up her clothes and getting dressed. "I'm glad you liked it baby, but next time try to have more control," she said.

Kyle nodded. "I will, babe. I hope that'll be sometime soon?" 

Jess didn't answer his question. "I'm going back to my room—I can't stand listening to that racket next door any longer. See you tomorrow?"

Kyle didn't press the issue. They walked together to his door, where he kissed her gently, and then Jess turned and left.



Roommate Relations Ch. 02



Many thanks to all the people who offered feedback and comments on the first chapter. Hope the wait wasn't too bad.

This story deals with betrayal, cheating, and infidelity. If that's not what you like, then you'll probably want to read a different story. 

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Jess didn't see her boyfriend for five days.

The last time they had been together, Kyle had been recovering from a bad hangover. He had gotten caught up in an impromptu party thrown by his neighbor Ian and wound up in a bad way. Ian was an asshole—he was always staring at Jess and mistreating Kyle. Jess went to Ian to get him to lay off. That's where things started to go bad. 

Ian was in many ways Kyle's superior. Where Kyle was pale and pudgy, Ian was tanned and muscular. Kyle, on his best day, was still a short unremarkable man. But Ian was tall and handsome, lean and athletic. Jess always knew, at some level, that she was selling herself short with Kyle. She drew hungry looks from most men, and more than a few ladies, with her long brunette hair, scintillating blue eyes, and well-sculpted face. Her smooth, toned legs went up to a small, firm ass that begged to be spanked, and her large tits looked even bigger on her small frame. Jess could have any man she wanted, but she was with Kyle.

Which is why she felt guilty for what she did with Ian. When she went to him, he had made an outrageous demand: he'd let Kyle be only if she stripped for him. Jess told herself that she wasn't attracted to Ian (even though she stared at him almost as much as he stared at her, looked deep into his emerald-green eyes, watched him as he ran and lifted weights), and that she was just doing it for Kyle's sake. But then she went beyond dancing when she knelt in front of Ian and rubbed his gargantuan dick. She took him into her small, soft hands and stroked until he erupted. And her arousal during the moment couldn't be denied, even when she was with Kyle later that same night.

She had tried desperately to get him to fuck her but failed; he couldn't get hard at first, and when he did he went off before she even touched him. Jess couldn't help but compare her boyfriend to Ian, and Kyle was found wanting on all counts. So she stayed away from both of them while she tried to get her head straight once again.

It was Saturday morning when Jess finally found the courage to see Kyle again. She went to his dorm, bringing with her some breakfast from the cafeteria—pancakes, fresh fruit, and a bottle of orange juice. She was careful to avoid Ian's room entirely, going so far as to walk around the dorm to a different entrance so that she could get to Kyle's room without passing Ian's door.

Kyle didn't answer immediately when she knocked. It took her three tries before she got any response—and that was just a muffled groan from inside the room. A few minutes later, Kyle opened the door, bleary-eyed and disheveled. 

Jess was shocked by her boyfriend's appearance. There were dark circles under his heavy-lidded eyes, and his brown hair was limp, uncombed, and looked a bit greasy. It looked like he hadn't shaved in a few days, and a patchy growth of whiskers covered his cheeks and chin. He was wearing a white tank-top with a reddish stain, probably ketchup or pizza sauce, over the navel, and a pair of boxers. 

What surprised her the most was that since she saw him last, only five days ago, he seemed to have visibly put on weight—though if she were honest with herself she'd have been forced to admit that he had been getting heavier since coming to college, but slowly, and it was only their recent separation that made her realize what had been going on for some time.

It took Kyle a moment to realize who was in front of him, but when he did he brightened up instantly. He smiled, and said "Hey babe! Long time no see!" As he did, the unpleasant smell of his breath and his room wafted over to Jess, making her wrinkle her nose. Kyle looked down sheepishly. "Sorry about all this," he said, waving his arms at himself and the room. "Ian's been having girls over almost every night, and I wasn't hanging out with you, so I kind of let things go."

Jess smiled sweetly at him, though the mention of Ian sent a surge of anger through her mind—and a similar surge of desire through her body. She blushed slightly, but by the time Kyle looked back up into her dazzling blue eyes it was gone. "That's okay, Kyle," she said. "I know that most men wouldn't bother to bathe if women weren't around." They laughed together, and Jess walked into his room with his breakfast.

Within an hour, Kyle had eaten, cleaned himself up, and aired out the room. He revealed to Jess that Ian had been especially bad lately—he wasn't just keeping Kyle up nights, he had also taken to barging into Kyle's room whenever he chose and making use of Kyle's things as if they were his own. Jess almost went next door immediately to confront the man making her boyfriend's life a living hell—but then she remembered what happened the last time she let her anger get the better of her, and she forced herself to calm down.

Kyle continued, not seeming to notice Jess's reactions whenever he brought up Ian. "It's like high school all over again. He thinks that because he's some big strong asshole he can get away with whatever he wants. The RA says that there's nothing she can do, but I think she's just lazy." Or she's one of the girls he sleeps with, Jess thought, flushing as she imagined Ian's muscular form and oversized cock.

Still Kyle kept going. "Whatever, I'm just going to deal with it. I bought some noise-canceling headphones. They should let me sleep and work just fine even if he's fucking some slut next door." As soon as he said it, Kyle and Jess both froze, the elephant in the room now fully present to both of them. 

Kyle was the first to break the silence, speaking slowly. "I'm sorry, babe—I shouldn't have pressured you to sleep with me again, and then when you agreed to I practically came in my pants. It was so embarrassing. I promise it won't happen again. The next time we sleep together, it'll be your call, and I'll be ready."

Jess nodded. "I'm sorry, too, hon. I think it must have surprised you, and that couldn't be good for your performance. I'll give you more warning next time so it will be special." They embraced, and Jess couldn't help but compare Kyle's increasingly flabby body to that of the masculine paragon next door. She envisioned Ian taking her in his strong arms and practically crushing her to his broad chest, and she felt a flash of heat between her legs. Then her guilt returned, and she had to blink back tears.

Jess literally bumped into Ian leaving Kyle's building. She was looking down, holding onto a trash bag she'd taken from Kyle's room and the plate she had brought him, and didn't see Ian as she opened the door until it was too late. Walking into him was like walking into a wall. He didn't move an inch; she bounced off him and staggered back a step, struggling to keep her grip on the glass plate.

After their mutual moment of shock passed, Ian gave her a wide grin, baring his perfect white teeth. "Well, if it isn't the little lady. I thought maybe you'd left the boyfriend after getting a look at a real man."

Jess fumed, her face turning red and her eyes going wide. A long moment passed before she could speak. "How dare you!" she sputtered. "You disgusting ass!" Ian's grin never wavered. "We had a deal, and you broke it! You said you'd leave Kyle alone if I..." she stopped here, looking around guiltily, ensuring that no one was around to overhear. "... if I danced for you, and I did, and I even touched your penis!" She got even redder, if that was possible—her blush seemed to spread from her cheeks to her chest and ears.

Ian approached her, drawing close as her tirade continued. "You had someone over that night and ruined our evening, and Kyle says you've been absolutely unbearable since then! And... and... and..." she slowly lost steam as Ian got closer and closer, and her anger was replaced by confusion and lust. He towered over her, and he was standing so close that the tips of Jess's D-cups were only inches from him. If her hands had been free, she could easily reach out and lay a palm flat on his chest to feel his sculpted muscles through his tight t-shirt, or run a hand up his thigh and feel the thick slab of meat she could see swelling between his legs.

Ian spoke. "I never said I was going to leave poor little Kyle alone. You asked me to turn off my music for one night and I did. You want me to leave him alone, you'll need to do more than a quick handjob." That brought back Jess's anger. She dropped the plate, apparently not noticing as it shattered on the floor, and threw the bag of trash at him. 

"You pig!" she shouted, and ran out. It wasn't until she got back to her dorm that she realized that her nipples were hard against her shirt and her panties were damp.

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That evening, Jess and Kyle met for dinner at an Italian restaurant off campus. Jess was wearing a blue sundress that complimented her eyes. She made an effort to look good for her boyfriend, perhaps out of residual guilt. Kyle, unfortunately, didn't do the same. Or perhaps—Jess thought darkly—he had, and the old t-shirt and mismatched shorts was really the best he could do.

Still, they went inside, and as they talked and laughed Jess started to feel better. Kyle didn't know what she had done with Ian, and somehow she didn't think Ian would tell. She resolved to be the perfect girlfriend for Kyle and to put thoughts of Ian out of her head entirely.

That proved to be rather difficult when he showed up in the restaurant with some blonde bimbo on his arm.

He walked in just after Jess and Kyle had ordered drinks, and saw them almost immediately. "Hey, little lady! Roomie!" he called out, drawing a few looks from the other restaurant patrons. He said something to the hostess, and she looked over at Jess and Kyle. "Funny running in to you two here. Out on a date? Maybe we can make it a double."

Jess refused to meet his eye. She felt a flush creeping up on her. Before she could voice her objections, Kyle smiled back at Ian and invited him over. Before he arrived, Jess hissed at him: "why did you invite him over? I wanted tonight to be just us."

Kyle looked at her sheepishly and replied, "Sorry, babe. I didn't think."

Jess just glared at him, but didn't have time to say anything else before Ian and his arm candy arrived. They all made small talk as the staff slid the neighboring table up, and Ian and his girl sat down. Ian was sitting next to Kyle, and his date—Amy, an older student—sat next to Jess. The small talk continued for some time, with Ian dominating the conversation with his stories and raucous laughter. Jess and Amy pulled their weight as well, but Kyle had trouble getting a word in. 

He wasn't helped by his obvious interest in Ian's date. Amy looked like the stereotypical blonde bimbo—long hair, a bit too much makeup, a demin skirt only slightly longer than a belt, and a sleeveless shirt that bared more cleavage than Jess would ever display. Jess caught Kyle staring at Amy's breasts several times, and even kicked him under the table over appetizers, making him flush with embarrassment. 

Amy also proved to be surprisingly intelligent, and she seemed smitten with Ian. He, in turn, seemed to be into her as well. Jess found herself growing jealous of Amy as the meal went on. Just before dessert, she excused herself, planning on taking a moment in the ladies' room to compose herself. When she stood, Ian did as well. Kyle looked up at him, confused. Ian smacked him lightly on the back of the head. "Come on, roomie, where are your manners?" Kyle stood up, somewhat hesitantly, and gave Jess a small smile. 

"That's not necessary, boys. If you'll excuse me..." she said, sliding away from the table and heading toward the restrooms. 

A moment later, Ian said "Actually, I've got to do the same. I think I'll go join your girlfriend." He gave Kyle a wide grin. Kyle returned it, although his grin was forced and uncertain. Ian left the table as well, leaving Kyle and Amy to pass the time in awkward silence.

Ian caught up with Jess outside of the ladies' restroom. They were in a small hallway, with no one else around, and blocked off from view of the rest of the restaurant. She turned on him as he approached, wheeling suddenly to face him, her face hot, anger and jealousy and arousal all stewing together in a confusing morass. "Did you follow me here?" she asked, her voice tight but low.

Ian smirked at her. "It's a public place, little lady. I can use the restroom if I want." 

"You know what I mean. Did you find out that I'd be here with Kyle and decide to ruin our evening?" 

"Come to think of it, your pissant boyfriend might have mentioned it earlier today. Didn't even think of it until now." 

Jess narrowed her eyes at him. "Why are you doing this?" she asked, a plaintive note creeping into her voice.

Ian's smirk widened. "Don't know what you mean, darling. But I bet you're glad to have a face to go with the sounds you've heard coming from my room. I know Kyle figured it out. Hell, he's probably staring at Amy's tits right now."

Jess was taken aback. "What do you mean?"

"Don't play coy. You've heard me fucking girls before. Kyle's heard it a lot more often—every night for the last week, at least. It's been Amy more than once. It'll be her tonight, too, so I guess Kyle can say goodbye to a good night's sleep."

Jess's anger surged again. "You bastard. You're intentionally making his life hell."

"You got me dead to rights. And part of you loves it."

"That's absurd. I tried to get you to stop." Her voice got quieter, and she looked around nervously as if someone might be hiding in the tiny hallway. "I gave you a... handjob... and you promised to be quiet and you didn't."

Ian shook his head. "No, little lady. I promised to turn down my music. But after you got me all excited then ran out, I had to get some action. I think it was Amy, that night. Small world, I guess." He chuckled to himself.

"What do you mean? I made you cum"—her face reddened with embarrassment—"and you're telling me that didn't satisfy you?" 

"Nope. It always takes me two or three times, at least." Jess was stunned for a moment. "Bet little Kyle's a two-pump chump, huh? What, five minutes of thrusting and groping, then he passes out on top of you, all flabby and gross? That's not how I do it. But you've heard me, and seen me at the gym, so you know what I can do. And now you know who I'll be doing it with, and when you go play with yourself you can really picture the scene."

Jess stared at him, open mouthed. "How dare you. I don't think of you when I... masturbate." 

Ian arched one dark eyebrow. "Oh no? Maybe you should. You're into me—I can tell." He nodded down at her chest. Jess looked down as well, and noticed that her nipples had stiffened, making two small tents of fabric at the tips of her breasts. And her panties were practically dripping. "You know I think you're hot. Why keep lying to yourself? You could have me any time you want."

Jess made no reply. Ian took her unresisting hand and placed in on his groin. He was hard under his jeans, and she could feel his warmth through the denim. He continued. "See what you do to me, little lady?" He let go of her hand, but she kept it in place. "I'm going to have to let Amy take care of this for me, and that'll make her scream. Your poor boyfriend won't get his beauty sleep. You want to make sure Kyle gets a good night's sleep? Come to my room. Take Amy's place. If you can keep from screaming, he'll get a quiet night."

Neither Ian nor Jess knew how they stood there, close together, in that hallway, Jess's hand on Ian's cock, before Jess snapped out of her daze. "No—if I go to your room, you have to promise never to keep Kyle awake again." As she spoke, some part of her screamed that she was doing the wrong thing, betraying her boyfriend, acting like a slut. But standing there, with Ian towering over her and her small, soft hand on his giant, hard tool, she couldn't imagine doing anything else. 

"I promise to let your boyfriend be. I won't do anything to keep him up in exchange for one night with him," Ian answered—but he made no move to step away, and neither did Jess. "You know, little lady, if we go back to the table all worked up like this Kyle and Amy are going to get the wrong idea." Jess gulped as she imagined the scene. Kyle wouldn't do anything at the table, but he'd be suspicious and passive-aggressive about it later. And she didn't think Ian would care about Amy's reaction, but from the blonde girl's stories she seemed to know everyone on campus, and Jess judged that she'd be the sort to spread rumors. 

"What do you think we should do?" she asked. By way of an answer, Ian pushed open to door to the ladies' restroom. It was a regular bathroom, suitable for one person at a time, and it didn't have stalls or anything of the sort. He took her by the hand, breaking her hold on his erect shaft through his pants, and stepped into the bathroom with her. Staring at her, he undid his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and (with a bit of effort) hauled out his shaft.

It was just as impressive the second time she saw it. In the dim light of the bathroom, with him standing close to her, it seemed almost menacing, like a weapon aimed directly at her face. He leaned against the wall near the toilet, stroking himself casually with one hand. "How about you give this thing a quick suck, make it go down? Then I'll go back to the table while you get yourself composed."

The rational part of Jess's mind howled at her to leave now, but her feet felt like they'd been nailed to the floor. She reached out and took hold of his titanic dick, stroking it with him. Her hand was so small next to his; between them, they only seemed to cover half its length. "I'll do it but you can't hold back. It needs to be fast," she heard herself say. Ian nodded and grinned as she lowered the toilet seat and sat down, bringing her face level with his groin. 

Jess started to stroke his length with both hands, feeling his cock slip through her grip. She stuck out her tongue and slowly licked its underside, from the base to the tip, before opening her mouth as wide as she could. Even so, she felt like she was barely able to get the mushroom head of Ian's cock into her mouth without grazing it with her teeth. She started to bob her head on his first few inches, some of her spittle escaping the tight seal of her lips and dripping down his cock in thin rivulets. Her hands slid back and forth over the rest of his shaft, their passage eased by her spit.

Ian gave a small, pleased groan as she sucked him, spurring her onward. She pulled back for a moment, making a small pop as the head escaped her sucking mouth, and gave him another long lick. He was already oozing a steady stream of precum; it was hot and slick on her tongue. She hummed quietly as she took him back into her mouth, making Ian bite his lower lip as he held back a moan. The corners of Jess's mouth quirked upwards at that; she felt a surge of pride at the knowledge that she was quickly overwhelming this incredible masculine specimen with her talents.

"Fuck, you're good at this," Ian said. "You ever suck one like mine?" She shook her head slightly, not wanting to release his powerful tool from her mouth. "Well, you know what you're doing," he continued. "I know Kyle's nowhere close—we all saw his package the night of the party." She nodded along, blushing as she realized that Kyle must have been being laughed at behind his back by all Ian's friends. Ian squeezed his eyes shut tightly. "You ready, little lady?" he asked, his face starting to twist into a grimace.




Roommate Relations Ch. 02



"Mmmm hmmm," Jess hummed against Ian's cock, and that drove him over the edge. His nostrils flared and he bit his lower lip as his cock throbbed once, twice in her mouth, before erupting with a huge wad of hot, salty-sweet cum. Jess knew what to expect, having seen him cum when she stroked him in his room, and started swallowing immediately. But she was still nearly overwhelmed by Ian's copious load; she started to cough and choke as she struggled to swallow it down. Thin lines of white spilled out of her mouth and onto her pumping hands; one trickled from the corner of her mouth, down her cheek, and dripped off her chin onto her leg.

When he was finished, Ian exhaled heavily. "Wow," he said, panting. "Just wow. That was incredible, darling." Jess found herself beaming with pride as she let go of Ian's cock and let it slide out of her mouth, using her fingers to scoop up the excess spunk and licking them clean. 

Ian stood up straight and extended a hand to Jess, helping her rise from her seat. "Why don't you take a minute to freshen up, before going back out? I'll follow a few minutes later. Then we can both ditch the dead weight and meet up at my place," he said. Jess nodded and turned to the mirror. 

The woman she saw looking back at her was red-faced with exertion, with her lipstick slightly smeared and thin trails of moisture down her cheeks. She realized she must have teared up a bit while she was sucking on Ian's cock, without noticing it. Her lips, normally full and inviting, were a bit swollen and redder than usual. The thing that surprised her was her eyes—they were wide and alive with excitement.

Ian, standing behind her, put a hand on her shoulder and kissed the top of her head in a curiously affectionate manner. "I'll see you tonight?" he asked, almost shyly. Jess met his gaze in the mirror and smiled at him. "Yes—but how can I get to your room without Kyle knowing?"

Ian thought for a moment. "Tell him you're upset about inviting me to sit with you and go back to your dorm. Call me and I'll let you into our building and make sure he doesn't spot you." 

"All right," she replied. Then she narrowed her eyes at him in the mirror and set her jaw. "This is just a one-time thing. Don't go thinking I'm going to start sleeping with you all the time. I'm doing this for Kyle."

Ian smirked at her. "Of course, little lady. Now don't you think you should head back out to your date before they get suspicious?"

Jess left the bathroom to rejoin Kyle, thinking about her planned rendezvous with Ian with a mix of excitement and anxiety.

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Just over an hour later, Jess found herself standing outside Ian and Kyle's dorm waiting for Ian to get the door. Every little noise made her jump slightly, fearing discovery. She had changed her clothes, replacing the blue sundress she had been wearing with a more dressed-down look. Now she was in a baggy black t-shirt and a pair of old jeans. But underneath, she had put on some of her sexier lingerie—although she suspected that what counted as sexy underwear by her standards wouldn't impress Ian much. Still, though, she made the effort.

She waited outside the dorm for what felt like an age, but was in reality only a few minutes. When Ian opened the door, she scampered inside quickly, ducking under his arm even before he had the door fully open.

"Well, I didn't expect you to be in such a hurry to get in to my bed," Ian said, chuckling quietly. Jess gave him what she hoped was a withering glare in response.

"You don't have to be such an ass all the time, you know," she said. "I think I could get to like you if you weren't such a gigantic dick."

"Are you sure about that, little lady? I think you like your men to be gigantic dicks, down deep inside. And if they happen to have one too... well, I think we both know that you've been looking for that for a while." 

Jess rolled her eyes. "Please. I'm only doing this for my boyfriend, so he can get some peace. Let's get it over with." She turned to head up to Ian's room, but stopped before leaving the room. She looked back at him over her shoulder. "And besides, I bet you're going to tap out first. I'm going to rock your world."

That got a wide grin from Ian, who followed her upstairs until they reached his floor. Then he took the lead, ensuring that the hall was clear so she could make it to his room unobserved. He held the door for her, dipping his head in a small, gentlemanly bow as she swept past him, then closed the door behind him.

For a moment the room was almost silent as they looked at each other. Ian was still wearing the same clothes he had on at dinner—a dark blue polo shirt and khakis, a combo that made him look like a young executive fresh from the yacht club. Ian looked away first, going to his computer to turn on some music—a loud, fast piece, heavy on the guitars and drums. Jess gave him a quizzical look.

"You don't want Kyle knowing you're here, right? So we need to drown out any noises you make." 

"What makes you think I'll be making noises at all?" she replied, challenging him.

"They always do," said Ian. "Now get over here. I want to get you out of those boring clothes." Jess found herself obeying him, crossing the room to stand in front of him, her face turned up toward his. He reached out and took the bottom of her shirt, pulling it up swiftly and baring her bra-clad breasts.

Ian's jaw practically dropped. Jess's shirt was designed to conceal her body, but underneath she had put on a lacy baby-blue push-up bra that made her D-cups swell up and out invitingly. "Very nice..." Ian muttered. He moved closer to her, doffing his own shirt as he did, revealing his broad, muscular chest and stomach, lean and toned from his time at the gym. Ian slid one arm smoothly around her shoulders and took Jess by her long, brunette hair, pulling back just hard enough to force her face up. 

Then he swooped in and kissed her, hard, on the lips. Jess went stiff momentarily from the initial shock from his sudden aggressive motion, but then she melted into his arms, returning the kiss with equal fervor. Their tongues dueled inside their mouths, and Jess thought she could feel Ian's heartbeat as she pressed her chest against his. 

Ian leaned forward, overbearing Jess slightly and forcing her to hold on to him for balance. As he did he forced one of his powerful legs in between hers, parting her legs and rubbing up and down against the inside of her thighs. She could feel his shaft through his pants as a warm bulge against her leg. Her legs involuntarily tried to squeeze together around his, and she felt herself getting wetter and wetter every time his thigh drew near that most tender spot.

When Ian tried to break the kiss, Jess didn't let him at first, trapping his lower lip in between her teeth and keeping him close. He growled and pulled away, and when she let him go, he swung her bodily over to his bed, both of them almost falling onto it and making the frame squeal in protest. He took his weight on his forearms to avoid crushing her, and Jess found herself on her back, her slender, toned legs wrapped around one of his muscular thighs as his lips traced a path of kisses down her neck to the hollow of her throat. One of Ian's hands was still tangled in her hair, but the other had found the clasp of her bra—she could feel his fingers underneath her, pinned to the bed but still working quickly to unhook it and bare her heaving breasts to him. She closed her eyes and arched her back, grinding her cunt against the top of his thigh.

With Jess's body keeping him from removing her bra, Ian got impatient. Jess didn't hear him growl, but she felt the vibrations come up through him as he buried his face in her expansive cleavage. He pushed himself up and took her bra in both hands, his fingers slipping under the cups. Jess had just enough time to gasp before he tore the bra open in front, leaving the cups dangling useless from the shoulder straps and giving him his first viewing of her magnificent breasts.

They were firm and perky despite their large size; Jess had been careful to keep them from sagging. They stood out proudly on her slim chest like two perfect scoops of ice cream, and they were capped with small, eraser-pink nipples, which were standing erect and seemed to beg for a pair of lips to suck on them or for fingers to tweak and tug them gently. Ian stared greedily at her chest, reaching up to cup one pert, round orb of flesh, his thumb coming up to brush across her nipple and send a bolt of pleasure from that sensitive spot directly to her (now drenched) cunny.

Ian lowered his head to her chest and began to feast. He pushed her breasts together, bringing each nipple up to his mouth where he lavished attention on it. But he didn't neglect the rest of her bountiful breasts; he squeezed and stroked, licked and kissed, all across their surface while Jess writhed underneath him. Ian knew what he was doing, and he was fully invested in her body. Jess found herself biting back pleasured moans, not wanting to concede to him what effect he was having on her—even as some part of her realized that he must know what she was feeling from her reactions, even if she didn't make a sound.

Just when Jess thought she couldn't take another moment without letting out a groan of pleasure, Ian stopped and stood. She looked at him, confused. "Wh... why did you stop?" she asked.

Ian didn't answer her. He just looked at her, breathing deeply but steadily, his eyes wide, and knelt at the edge of the bed. Jess propped herself up on her elbows, her chest rising and falling hypnotically with each breath, and watched as ran his hands up the inside of her legs, stopping just inches from where her thighs met before moving up to the tops of her legs. He moved his hands up further then and undid her pants, before using his teeth to unzip them. With a sharp jerk he pulled them down to midthigh. Then Jess got in on the act as well, shimmying from side to side as he slid her pants down and off entirely.

Now Jess was nude except for her lacy baby-blue thong. Her slender thighs, toned from her time in the gym, parted at his touch, opening for him as he brought his head ever closer to her slit. She could feel his breath, hot against her skin, as he paused just a hair's breadth from her, his eyes on hers. 

Jess whispered one word: "Please."

Ian nodded almost imperceptibly, then planted a gentle kiss on the thin fabric covering her dripping cunt. Then, with another low growl, he tore that lovely, lacy scrap of clothing from her body and threw it away. Jess felt a brief moment of pain at Ian's rough handling, but it was almost indistinguishable from pleasure to her lust-addled mind. Before she could process it, Ian had dived in, burying his face in between her legs and going to work with his talented tongue.

His tongue flickered out of his lips to lap once at her slit, then again. His hands, meanwhile, stayed active. His left hand slid up to stroke her side and stomach, while the right remained in place, gently massaging her firm, creamy thigh. She arched her back, pushing against him, as he pointed his tongue and inserted it, just a bit, into her, parting her lower lips with it. Jess was responding to him, as he had wanted. He slid his tongue into her again, and again, and once more, slightly faster and deeper each time, lapping at her pussy in long licks that went from the end of her pussy up to the clitoral hood at the top. 

Then Ian moved up slightly, to focus on her clit. He pointed his tongue and began to trace out the letters of the alphabet with it, starting with 'A' and working his way down, being sure to graze her clit with almost every stroke of the tongue. Jess stuffed her fist in her mouth, biting her own knuckles to avoid screaming in pleasure. Her hips bucked as she squirmed and writhed around, her body moving on its own as he drove her to ever-greater heights of pleasure.

When Ian had made it to 'G' Jess had to clap her hands over her mouth as she moaned. By 'N' she could feel the inevitable about to happen. Within moments, Ian drove her over the edge as he slid two fingers into her slit, crooking them toward himself in a come-hither motion, the tips pressing against her G-spot. That, in tandem with his constantly-active tongue, made her cum.

Jess squirmed and twisted, her hips coming off the bed, her juices flowing from her slit into Ian's greedy mouth. Even with her hands over her mouth and Ian's music playing, her groans were clearly audible. She closed her eyes and let the waves of pleasure wash over her.

As she quivered on Ian's bed, he stood and shucked off his pants and underwear. Now naked, he slipped into the bed with her. She opened her eyes, still shaking slightly from the aftershocks of her climax, and looked at Ian. He was laying on his side next to her, his head propped up on one arm. There was a small smile on his face—not the smirk she had seen so many times before, but one of seemingly genuine pleasure. "You're beautiful, you know that?" he said.

Jess took her hands away from her mouth and relaxed slightly. She gave Ian a confused look. "Uhhh... thank you, I guess. What brought that on?" 

Ian shrugged one shoulder. "Just thought you should know. Most of the women I sleep with are sexy, but you're beautiful." 

She rolled onto her side to face him and raised an eyebrow. "So I'm not sexy?" she asked.

"It's not like that, darling. You're sexy as hell. But you're beautiful too." Jess blushed at the compliment. "You ready for the real action?" he continued. Jess nodded, a bit shyly.

Ian rolled toward Jess, deftly slipping his legs inside hers as he drove her onto her back once more. She could feel his cock, hot and hard, resting on her stomach as he looked deep into her brilliant blue eyes. He reached down with one hand and positioned himself at her entrance. The mushroom head of his cock nuzzled at her nether lips for just a moment before parting them, slowly but inexorably. 

Jess could immediately feel the difference between Ian and Kyle. Kyle's first time with Jess was slow as well, but it was because he was hesitant and unsure; he felt the need to constantly ask if Jess was enjoying herself. Ian, on the other hand, needed no reassurances; he knew that he was making her feel good, and when he went slowly it was because he wanted to prolong their mutual pleasure. She took in the sight of his well-formed face as he entered her—his lively, confident green eyes, his strong jaw, his lips slightly parted and shiny with her juices—and was suddenly seized by a compulsion to kiss him. 

She flung her arms around his neck and lifted herself to him, planting a passionate kiss on his lips, tasting herself on him, just as his oversized cockhead pushed into her, and held the kiss until he had hilted himself in her tight cunt. Only then did she let herself drop back onto his mattress, breathing hard, feeling more full than she ever had before.

Once he was inside her, Ian wasted no time. No sooner had he buried himself in her than he started to pull away from her, much more quickly than he had on that first thrust. Soon he was rolling his hips against her, his shaft driving in and out like a piston, and she was matching him. The rhythmic slapping sounds of their bodies meeting filled the room. She heard his bed creaking as his relentless pounding made it shake and rock and she heard the thudding of his headboard against the wall—sounds she had heard before from Kyle's room, but now she was part of the cause. 

Without consciously realizing it, her hand dipped down to her pussy to strum at her clit, although it was hardly necessary—with every thrust, Ian was grinding his pelvic bone against her, and every time he pulled back his veiny shaft and swollen head slid against her g-spot. She was almost overwhelmed by pleasure, and she found herself once again biting back a scream. 

Then Ian changed things up; he pushed himself away from her, his eyes drinking in the sight of her lithe body as he pounded her—her tits bouncing wildly on her chest, her fingers dancing across her clit, her eyes wide and sparkling in the dim light, spots of color on her cheeks and chest. Jess wrapped her legs around him to keep him close, but he just pulled her with him as he slid off the mattress to stand at the side of the bed, leaving her hips right at the edge. He took her legs and forced her to unwrap them, so he could pin them together by her ankles and put both of them over one shoulder.

On his next thrust, Jess felt the difference. With her legs together like this, she was much tighter around him; it felt to her like she could feel his pulse through the veins on his monstrous weapon. Ian's weight forced her to bring her knees closed to her chest, which made her lift her hips off the bed in turn. With every thrust, Ian drove her into the mattress; the springs squealed in protest, and Jess found herself squealing in pleasure.

She heard someone breathlessly shouting filthy commands--"Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Don't ever stop!"—and realized it was her. Ian was obeying, as well. When she shouted "Harder! Faster!" he did just that, even though she would have thought it impossible. There was a crack as the corner of headboard broke through the drywall, but Ian kept going. "Fucking god! I'm... I'm... I'm..." Jess couldn't speak any more as she came, a loud wordless wail coming from her as her cunt clenched tightly around Ian's conquering weapon. Her juices seemed to gush from her, coating his shaft in her slick honey, dripping from his balls, staining his sheets. But he still didn't stop, and a second orgasm followed on the heels of the first.

Jess couldn't even scream anymore; her eyes rolled back in her head as she convulsed underneath Ian. Her back arched, and she went rigid, everything in her mind blasted away by Ian's unrelenting fuck. She didn't know how long she was in that state of ecstatic catatonia, but when she came back to herself Ian was still going strong. 

Sweat was glistening on his body, and hers as well. There was a new instrument playing its part in the symphony of their sexual congress—a cracking, splintering sound, like wood giving way under repeated, powerful hammer blows. But if either Ian or Jess recognized what that sound meant, they gave no sign; they were both too lost in each other to think about such things.

Before too long, though, matters came to a head: with a splintering crunch, the bed collapsed, its frame shattered by Jess and Ian's vigorous fucking. The side-rails fell away, and the mattress slammed into the ground. Ian fell forward, his cock still buried inside Jess's cunny, and ended up slamming into her with all his weight, burying himself deeper in her than either of them would have thought possible. Jess's eyes went wide, and her mouth opened as she tried to scream, but no sound came out. Ian froze, worried that he might have hurt her—but then Jess exploded into her most powerful climax yet. Her pussy clamped down around his cock like a vise, almost painfully tight, and she started to writhe underneath him as she let out her breath in short, choked screams.

Jess twitched and squirmed for a minute, or perhaps more, before going completely limp. Her legs fell bonelessly off Ian's shoulder, and he slowed his thrusts down to a crawl as she got herself back under control. She looked at him, her eyes glazed, and smiled. "Oh my god... that was amazing," she said, breathlessly.

"I hope you're not fucked out, little lady—I'm not done yet," Ian replied. Before she could answer, he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her bodily from the wrecked bed, swinging her over to the wall and practically slamming her against it. She wrapped her legs around him once again as he pinned her up against the wall. She was impaled on Ian's cock, and as her started to drive into her, practically nailing her to the wall, she realized that her hapless boyfriend was only feet away, separated from them by a few inches of cheap drywall, plaster, and wiring. But where this thought would have made her feel ashamed only a few hours before, now it engendered a wicked pleasure.




Roommate Relations Ch. 02



She wrapped her arms around Ian's broad, powerful shoulders and pulled him a bit closer to her. "You like fucking me while my boyfriend tries to sleep next door? You like making me scream while he listens?" she whispered in his ear. He grunted something, too lost in lust to form words. She continued. "Keep fucking me hard. Fuck me like you want to bust through the fucking wall. Then Kyle can watch you fuck my brains out."

Ian roared and slammed his hand into the wall near her head, cracking the wall. He started to fuck her even harder, finding reserves of power somewhere. Jess clung to him tightly as he battered her sex with his titanic cock. 

He seemed to swell inside her, somehow getting even larger, and drove himself deep inside her once more. Jess cried out as she felt the first burst of heat inside her as he came. She could feel each rope of seed as it was ejected forcefully from his prick. With a moan, she came too, her pussy seeming to clench around his cock each time it throbbed, pulsed, and unloaded another shot of his spunk inside her.

They both stayed in place, locked together, for some time. Jess's arms and legs were wrapped around Ian. His forehead was resting against the wall, his face nestled in the crook of her neck. Both of them were breathing hard as their mixed juices dripped from Jess's overstuffed cunt down to the floor below.

Jess was the first to speak. "You came in me," she said, amazed. "I've never let anyone do that." Ian didn't reply immediately. 

"Too good to pull out. Lost control," he said, between deep breaths. "I'm clean." He straightened up and helped Jess unwind her limbs from around him, letting her back down gently, so she could stand on unsteady legs. She felt his seed and her juices trickling down her thighs, and the sensation sent a small shiver of pleasure through her.

"I'm on the pill. Are you sure you're clean? I know you fuck other girls." 

Ian nodded. "I get tested regularly. I'm not an idiot." 

Jess grinned. "Good. Then we won't need a condom during round 2." Ian smiled back at her, then took her by the hand and led her back to the ruined bed. 



Roommate Relations Ch. 03



This story deals with betrayal, cheating, and infidelity. If that's not what you like, then you'll probably want to read a different story. This chapter's a bit unlike the others, in ways that will quickly become clear.

As always, many thanks to the reader who proposed the idea for the story and whose input has helped guide me as I wrote. Thanks as well to the other readers who've offered feedback and suggestions.

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Jess woke up in Ian's bed, her head resting on his chest, his arm around her shoulders. She was stiff and sore, as if she had an intense workout and went to bed without stretching properly. It was a bit ironic—she had indeed had an intense workout the night before, but stretching had been a big part of it.

Ian's enormous organ had stretched her cunt out, much better than her boyfriend Kyle had ever managed. After their first fuck shattered the bed, he had pinned her to the wall and fucked her until she screamed for more. He didn't flag after dumping his first load into her pussy, either. They had returned to the wrecked bed for their second fuck, rutting like beasts until both of them lost control and collapsed into unconsciousness. And then, at some point during the night, Jess had woken up to find Ian hard and ready, and she mounted his sleeping form and rode him until he woke up and took control, forcing her face-first against the wall separating his room from her boyfriend's and driving his prick into her until he unloaded in her a third time. 

They didn't go back to sleep immediately after that last fuck; instead, they continued to kiss and cuddle for an hour or so, before Jess knelt between Ian's spread legs and serviced him one final time, sucking on his monstrous cock until it pulsed and throbbed in her mouth and unleashed a final heavy load for her to greedily consume.

She could still feel his seed dripping slowly from her cunt and puddling beneath her. They were both naked; Ian was stretched out on his bed, his enormous cock limp against his thigh. Jess had curled up in his arms, pressing her body against his as they slept. Jess looked around the room, surveying the destruction. Apart from the bed, they had managed to do some damage to the walls; the headboard had knocked a hole in the wall, as had Ian's fist at one point. There was a stain on the carpet marking the place he had first cum in her, where their mixed juices had spilled from her to pool on the floor. Their clothes were scattered around the room haphazardly. 

The scene reminded her of the time she had come to visit her boyfriend Kyle to find that he had been partying with Kyle the night before. The two of them had wrecked Kyle's room, with the help of some of Ian's friends—although Ian and Jess had done a lot more damage and probably had a lot more fun as well. Thinking of this reminded Jess that she had cheated on Kyle, who loved her. And what was worse, she had only gone to Ian's room to keep him from keeping Kyle awake. Ian had a habit of bringing over random sluts and fucking them senseless, all night and every night. Poor Kyle hadn't had a good night's sleep in weeks, and it had been wearing him down. Jess agreed to sleep with Ian in exchange for his leaving Kyle alone—but when she did, the two of them had a loud, long fuck. There was no doubt in her mind that Kyle hadn't slept a wink. 

Jess knew she should feel guilty for all of this, and she did, just a bit. But the guilt was overwhelmingly swamped by a feeling of wicked pleasure. She had fucked Ian, and it had been the best fuck of her life. And Kyle had been just next door, probably trying all manner of things to get the noise out of his head. She started to worry, though, at the possibility that Kyle knew it had been her next door.

She got out of bed, moving slowly and quietly so as not to disturb Ian. She poked around the room until she found her phone. There were nine texts from Kyle and four voice-mails. The first text read, "Ian's fucking some whore again—probably that slut from dinner. Can I come over to escape?" The next, sent only ten minutes later, said "They're really loud. She's a screamer." And then, "Sorry about letting him sit with us at dinner. Really really sorry. Please let me come over. Just need somewhere to sleep, I promise." The rest of the texts got increasingly pathetic, as the night wore on and Kyle was tormented without respite by the fucking couple next door.

Jess played the first voice mail. She heard Kyle's voice along with loud white noise in the background, as he said "I promise I'm not lying, babe. Please listen to this." Then he must had held the phone up toward the wall, because she heard herself, screaming her head off over and over, and the rhythmic thud, thud, thud of Ian driving her into the wall again and again. Kyle's voice returned. "See? This one's the loudest yet, and they've been at it for almost an hour. Please please please let me come stay the night in your room. At least call me back or text me." The other messages were more of the same. Kyle might have been crying in the last one; it was hard to tell; his voice was almost drowned out by Jess's wails, even through the wall, as she cried out for Ian to fuck her harder and make her forget her boyfriend's name.

Kyle had unintentionally provided her with a record of the best sex of her life, and also shown that he hadn't realized that she was the one getting ravaged by Ian and his horse cock . It wasn't surprising; on the rare occasions that she had let Kyle fuck her, she had been quiet and demure. She thought Kyle knew what he was doing, but now that she had been fucked by a real man she knew she couldn't settle for a two-pump chump like Kyle.

She heard a noise from the bed and saw movement out of the corner of her eye. Jess looked over to see that Ian had woken up, in more ways than one—he was sitting up against the wall, one knee raised, and his hand was shuttling up and down on his fully engorged shaft. Ian was looking directly at her as he stroked himself, his hand moving at a languid pace. "Good morning, she said, smirking slightly. She walked over to the bed, swaying her hips lasciviously as she went. "And good morning to you, too," she said, leaning down to plant a kiss right on the tip of Ian's cock. "I can't believe you're up for more after last night."

Ian didn't stop stroking himself, though he did spread his legs a bit and motioned for Jess to crawl back into bed between them. "I'm always up for more with you, little lady. "

Jess did as Ian indicated, and wound up sitting between Ian's legs with her own legs curled up under her. The head of Ian's cock swayed hypnotically from side to side as he stroked himself, and Jess found herself watching it, enraptured. "May I suck you off, sir?" she asked.

Ian smiled broadly. "Always." The 'sir' remark was new, but he had no problem with it—there was no doubt in either of their minds that he was in charge, at least in the bedroom. He stopped stroking, his hand resting at the base of his shaft and holding it still.

Jess leaned forward, opening her mouth wide as she went, and engulfed the head of Ian's cock in one smooth motion. Her tongue lashed at his cock head as she sucked him in, tasting the earthy mix of their juices from the night before. She continued down, her lips forming a tight seal around his shaft as she took him as deep as she could. It didn't take long until she felt him bumping against the back of her mouth. She breathed in deep through her nose, relaxed, and made a swallowing motion as she forced herself lower.

The thick head pushed past the tight ring of her throat. Jess could feel herself start to gag around him, and she forced herself to relax. When she had things under control, she pushed herself further down, her lips slowly crawling down the sides of Ian's shaft. It seemed like she could feel every bump and ridge on his veiny cock as it slid past her full, red lips.

Ian groaned. "Holy fuck, girl—where the hell did you learn this?" He had one hand resting gently on the back of Jess's head, holding her long brunette hair away from her face in a loose ponytail. "Fuck me, you're good—keep going. Let's see if you'll be the first to get it all the way down."

Jess, now about three-quarters of the way down his length, heard him, and the thought of being the first to deep-throat Ian's entire shaft spurred her on. She ignored her body as it cried out for breath and redoubled her efforts. Rivulets of spit forced their way out of her thinly-stretched lips, coating the remaining inches of Ian's shaft in shiny, slick drool and spilling down onto the sack containing his large heavy balls. Her eyes were closed as she struggled. She could feel herself getting a bit faint, but then she heard Ian moan once more. "Almost there... fuck!" 

He put his other hand behind her head and started to pull her down. It was an irresistible force, and Jess realized that she now had no choice but take him in all the way. Her heart was pounding, and she felt like her lungs were going to explode, but she put her hands on either side of Ian's hips and pulled. Ian gave another moan, and she felt her lips and nose mash against Ian's groin. She had done it.

Ian held her in place for a few seconds. Jess's eyes were watering, and her throat seemed to ripple around him as she choked and gagged despite her best efforts. When he let go, she jerked away from him, gasping, tears running down her cheeks. Her hands went immediately to his shaft to stroke and rub it while she recovered her breath, spreading her spit and his precum into a slick film all across his length. "Did you like that, sir?" she asked.

In lieu of an answer, Ian pulled Jess's face to his, hauling her up by her long brown hair, and kissed her hard. "I'll take that as a yes," she said, when the kiss had ended. Then she returned to her work. 

Once again, she opened her mouth as wide as she could and engulfed Ian's cock, beginning the arduous descent anew. This time, she was able to take him in much more quickly, and before long her nose was pressed into Ian's groin. She even managed to slide her tongue out through the tight seal formed by her thinly-stretched lips to lap at his balls and the base of his shaft. Ian had his hands entangled in her hair and was dragging her up and down, rocking his hips gently as he did. Jess let him take control, breathing in when she got the chance, as he started to fuck her face more vigorously. She brought both hands up to his bloated sack to cup and fondle his balls, feeling their heat and weight as they churned out more of his delicious salty-sweet spunk.

After a few minutes of this, Jess felt her lungs start to cry for air once again. But this time Ian didn't seem inclined to let her up; he was lost in the sensation of her tight throat and frantically lashing tongue on his cock. So she made a swallowing motion, making her throat ripple around Ian's length. He groaned, and she did it again, then a third time. Ian started to drive her face into his crotch faster and faster, until she felt his balls tighten and pull up in his sack. Then there was a moment of sharp pain as he yanked on her hair, dragging her up off of him. She gasped, gratefully sucking in some air, as he roared and came.

His cock was aimed directly at her face, and the load that had been building up as they slept came erupting from his cock-slit, bursting from Ian to spatter on Jess's face. Long streams of thick white sperm flew from the tip of his dick, draping Jess's gorgeous features in rope after rope of spunk. One spurt went directly into Jess's open mouth, making her cough and choke; other spurts hit her eyes, blinding her, or went up into her hair where they stood out as bright white streaks against her dark locks. No sooner had she managed to clear her airway from the spray that had blocked it than Ian drove his cock back into her mouth, his cock still flexing and pumping out its spunk. Jess, caught by surprise, ended up coughing slightly as she tried to swallow the rapid flow of seed, and twin streams of sperm were ejected from her nose. Then she managed to get some modicum of control, and she swallowed once, twice, and a third time as Ian's orgasm waned. 

When he was done, Ian let go of Jess's hair. She kept sucking him gently, feeling the small tremors in his body as he relaxed and recovered. She took her mouth off of him with a pop and opened her eyes, blinking rapidly as the heavy cords of spunk hung from her eyelashes and obscured her vision. She smiled up at Ian, who gave a sigh of pleasure. "That was better than any alarm clock, little lady. But it looks like I got you all messy. I think we should hop in the shower." Jess gave the underside Ian's cock a long lick, from the base all the way to the top, and then nodded and hopped out of bed, her big, perky breasts bouncing as she practically skipped into the bathroom.

Ian followed her into the bathroom and got into the shower with her. He stood behind her, his cock dangling semi-hard between his legs. She pressed herself into him; with their height disparity, her shoulders ended up resting against his chest. He reached around her and turned on the water. It was cold for a moment, and Jess jumped when it hit her, but it quickly warmed up and she stepped forward to let the water wash away Ian's seed. But Ian stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. "Don't waste it little lady." 

Jess turned and beamed at him, thick cords of his sperm dangling from her hair and face. "You want to watch me eat your sperm?" Ian nodded, and Jess reached up and started to scoop up his emission with her fingers, periodically depositing his sperm into her mouth while she made appreciative noises.

She made a show of it, playing with his spunk, letting the ropes of seed coat her hands and form a sticky spiderweb between her fingers, rubbing some into her skin, and letting it drip onto her tits before holding them up to her mouth and licking them clean. "You're so delicious, baby. So thick and rich," she said when she had finished, as she licked her fingers clean. She felt something prod her stomach and looked down to see that her nasty show had reignited Ian's passions. Ian was slowly stroking his cock, staring at her as he did. 

Jess opened her mouth to comment, but as she did Ian grabbed her and spun her around. She whooped in surprise as she almost lost her footing on the slick shower floor, and found herself bending over to steady herself against the wall. Her face was in the the hot water spraying from the shower head and washing away the last remnants of Ian's copious, face-painting cumshot from earlier. Then Jess gave another whoop as Ian abruptly shoved himself inside her. The now familiar feeling of fullness came over her as his enormous organ stretched her again, spreading open her nether lips and forcing her cunt channel to spread wide to accept him. Jess bowed her head and moaned in delight as Ian buried himself in her.

He gripped her by the waist and bent slightly at the knees, letting him thrust forward and up, forcing her up onto her tiptoes. The hot water sprayed down onto Jess's back and hair, dripping down her body and running over the spot they had joined. Jess had to hold her arms rigid as Ian started to hammer her, driving her forward with every powerful thrust. She cried out, "Fuck me, you bull-cocked stud!" drawing a grunt and a particularly powerful thrust from Ian.

The room started to fill with steam as Ian and Jess fucked vigorously in the shower. His heavy sack swung up like a pair of wrecking balls with each thrust, smacking into her drenched pussy and sending splatters of water and her juices all over the shower. He smacked her ass, making the firm, toned flesh jiggle slightly, and causing Jess's cunt to spasm around his cock. "Seems like someone likes it a bit rough," he growled, before spanking her again. This time, when Jess's cunt clamped down on him, it was like a vise—just for a moment—before releasing him. He started to slap her ass over and over. Jess twitched and whimpered as each blow sent a surge of pleasure through her. Before long, she felt her knees going weak as her climax drew near.

Then, just as Ian delivered a particularly powerful open-handed blow to her well-formed backside, she came. She let out a long, loud wordless wail as every muscle in her body locked in place. Ian hilted himself in her once more his veiny cock-shaft seeming to touch every nerve ending inside her pussy, and she exploded. Her juices practically spurted from her, like they had been forced out by Ian's slap. She started to shake and twitch madly. Ian was forced to stop his thrusts and wrap his arms around her waist to keep her steady, and he supported her legs gave way. Jess she sunk down to her knees, letting her head rest on the floor of the shower, her ass still held high and her cunt still stuffed with Ian's bull-cock. Her scream ended and she started to pant for breath, all conscious thought driven from her mind by the euphoric stream of sensations running through her.

Ian fucked himself into Jess a few times as she quivered beneath him, her cheek pressed to the shower floor. Jess had no idea how long she stayed in that position, with her ass up in the air as Ian fucked her. By the time she had come back to herself, she was suspended in midair and thoroughly impaled on Ian's stake. 

He was leaning back slightly, and he had hooked an arm under each of her knees and pulled them back to her chest. He was standing and holding her up in this way, his cock buried deep inside her, and lifting her up and down on him. Her legs were not only folded against her chest, but spread wide, and he'd positioned them so that a stream of hot water was falling directly on her clit. Jess's head lolled side to side bonelessly as she was overwhelmed by the flood of pleasurable sensation. It was like she had never stopped cumming, and only now was she able to process the mind-melting ecstasy. She heard herself moan as Ian lightly bit the side of her neck.

Someone was pounding on the bathroom door. It took Jess a while to figure out that it must have been her boyfriend Kyle. He was saying something, but it was hard for her to make it out over the sounds of the shower and her own squeals and cries. Ian seemed to hear it, though, because he bellowed out, "Fuck off, you little shit. You can have the shower when we're fucking done." Jess managed to giggle a bit in between her pleasured moans.

"You mean when we're done fucking," she tittered. 

Kyle seemed to give up for a while, or maybe he didn't—Jess was in no position to say, because Ian's cock was working in her like a piston. As he bounced her up and down, his cock, in tandem with the jet of water playing against her clit, drove her screaming over the edge of another mind-shattering climax. The world went away for a second time, replaced by a white-hot void in which she was a bundle of raw overstimulated nerves, screaming in excruciating pleasure.

This time, when Jess came to she was lying on the shower floor, curled into a ball. The water playing over her was only lukewarm now, and Ian was standing over her, slowly stroking himself, droplets of water gleaming off his well-muscled body, and a strand of precum dangling from the head of his cock. She rolled partway onto her back and extended a hand to him, and he helped her sit up. Jess was unsteady, and the aftershocks of her orgasm send unpredictable tremors through her body. She rose to her knees, bringing her face under Ian's cock, and opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Then she moved to catch the dangling strand of precum on her tongue, rising to take it all her mouth before closing her lips over the end of her cock in a messy kiss. She swallowed, savoring the taste of his precum and her own juices, and stood. 

He moved in close and kissed her, his cock hot and hard between them, as the pounding on the door resumed. Kyle was yelling again. "Come on, Ian, take your whore back to your room. I need to get a shower before class." 




Roommate Relations Ch. 03



Ian broke the kiss and (with his gaze still locked on Jess) called back "If you call my woman a whore again I'll beat you bloody." He reached around Jess to turn off the water, which was fast becoming cold. 

When the shower shut off, Kyle said through the door, "Sorry, sorry. Thanks for clearing out, though." Ian put a finger up to his lips and picked Jess up bodily, depositing her in the steamy bathroom, before pushing her gently over to the door to Kyle's room. There was a rattling sound as Kyle fumbled with the doorknob and found it locked. "Come on, man, let me get in there. I'm going to be late as it is."

Jess was only inches from the door when Kyle spoke, and when he was done Ian abruptly drove her back the rest of the way, smacking her shoulders into the door and making it shake in its frame. Ian reached down and grabbed her left leg, just behind her knee, and pulled it up to her chest, leaving her balanced precariously on the ball of her right foot and pinning her against the door. He looked her in the eyes, his gaze smoldering with lust, as he roughly shoved his cock back inside her. Jess gasped, and seemed like she was about to say something, but before she could Ian clamped one powerful hand over her mouth and stifled her cries.

He began to fuck her again, in deep powerful strokes that forced her to bang against the door over and over. She tried to moan and scream, but Ian's hand prevented her from making too much noise. She managed to get a bit of his palm between her teeth and bit down playfully, making Ian hiss in pain. He narrowed his eyes and started fucking her harder. There was a crash from the other side of the door as the mirror Kyle had hung on the door fell off, jarred loose by Ian and Jess's furious copulation.

Kyle hit the door with the heel of his hand. "This is too much, Ian. You can't keep doing this kind of shit to me!" Jess felt her pussy contract as her boyfriend whined ineffectually, in a feeble attempt to dissuade the man who was (unbeknownst to him) fucking his girlfriend only inches away from him.

Ian decided to rub it in. "Why don't you go to your... girlfriend's... room!" he called back, punctuating the last three words with especially deep and powerful thrusts into Jess and making her squeal each time, loudly enough to be audible even with his large powerful hand clamped over her mouth.

Kyle didn't answer; he just kicked the door a few times, before Ian and Jess heard him give up and leave, slamming the door to his dorm behind him. That's when Ian took his hand away from Jess's mouth, and she exploded. "Oh god, you're the best fucking lay ever! Fuck me Ian! Fuck me better than that fucking wimp ever did!" Ian cut her off again, with a kiss this time, as his cock shuddered and throbbed and unloaded inside her for the fifth time since they had first started fucking, less than twelve hours ago. Jess came as well, her screams swallowed up by Ian's kiss, as long streams of their combined cum began to drool from her slit. 

They stayed there for some time, passionately making out. The room was filled with the scent of their sex, and an off-white puddle of sperm and cunt honey had pooled by the door to Kyle's room. Ian stepped away from Jess, pulling out of her with a small pop. He grabbed Kyle's towel off the towel rack and wiped his cock clean with it, smearing it with his cum and Jess's juices, then offered it to her so she could clean herself as well. She accepted the proffered towel with a wicked grin. "You're mean," she said playfully, holding the towel under her dripping cunt, letting the frothy mix of sexual fluids drain out to coat her boyfriend's towel with her essence and Ian's, before dropping it onto the floor and sauntering out of the bathroom, back into Ian's room so they could get dirty once more.



Roommate Relations Ch. 04



This story deals with betrayal, cheating, and infidelity. If that's not what you like, then you'll probably want to read a different story. This chapter is a bit of an experiment; it's a bunch of relatively short scenes, heavy on sex, involving Ian and Jess as their relationship progresses. Please let me know what you think.

And as always, many thanks to the reader who proposed the idea for the story and whose input has helped guide me as I wrote. 

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Date Night

Jess smiled sweetly at her boyfriend Kyle over her drink. He had been saying something or other about how happy he was to spend the evening with her, but she wasn't really listening. There was a pleasant ache in her pussy from earlier in the day, when she'd found Ian and dragged him into an unused classroom for a quickie. She had grown accustomed to getting a good fuck from Ian at least once a day since she started cheating on Kyle with him, and she didn't want to go without today—hence the risky classroom sex in the middle of the day. 

While they had been getting their clothes straightened up after the quick, intense fuck, Jess told Ian apologetically that she couldn't see him that night because she was going out with Kyle. It had been Ian's idea that she should keep seeing him at all—after her first night with Ian, she planned to do the honorable thing and break it off with Kyle. 

But Ian insisted that she keep stringing him along for as long as possible. At first, she had resisted, but before the night was out he had convinced her that it would be hotter if she stayed with Kyle. And indeed it was—Ian was her dirty little secret (well, dirty huge secret, truth be told), and every time Kyle complained to her about his roommate's latest outrageous sexual conquest she got a little thrill knowing that Kyle was unknowingly talking about her.

And of course the fact that Ian said he wouldn't fuck her at all unless it was behind Kyle's back had influenced her decision as well.

To make this work, she had to keep stringing Kyle along. So it was that Jess found herself spending an evening with Kyle. He had taken her out to a perfectly serviceable dinner at the Main Street Grille, and now they were enjoying an after-dinner drink at the Blue Martini bar. They were sitting at a high table off in one corner; Jess's back was to the wall, and Kyle sat across from her. Her eyes scanned the room, even as Kyle kept droning on and on. 

That's when Ian walked into the bar. Jess's breath caught for a moment, and her heart started to beat a bit faster, and she felt her pussy moisten just a bit. Kyle, unsurprisingly, didn't seem to notice her reaction. Ian went right to the bar, where he flagged down the bartender and placed an order before turning around. He caught Jess's eye, and stared her down, eyes smoldering.

The bartender tapped Ian on the shoulder, letting him know his drinks had arrived—a bottle of red wine, along with two glasses. He held them up to Jess and gestured toward the private room in the back before walking out in the same direction. 

Jess watched Ian go, appreciatively, enjoying the sight of his muscular legs and ass in his jeans as he walked out. Once he had gone, she turned her attention back to her boyfriend. He was still talking. Jess interrupted him. "Sorry, honey—I need to go to the little girls' room." She got up and excused herself, so she could follow Ian to the back room.

The door to the private room was open a crack, and Jess tentatively opened it a bit further. Ian was there, alone, steadily working the cork out of the wine bottle. It came free with a pop as she entered. Jess started to ask him what he was doing at the bar, but Ian shushed her with a finger on her lips before she got through the first word. He poured each of them a glass of wine and handed Jess hers. They clinked the glasses together and took a sip. Then he did something a bit odd—Ian took the still mostly-full glass from Jess and set them both back down on the table.

Jess raised one eyebrow, questioning him. He just smirked and motioned for Jess to turn around. When she did, he knelt behind her and ran his hands up her legs, flipping up her skirt and palming her ass cheeks. Under her skirt, Jess had worn a red thong; Ian leaned in and pulled it aside with his teeth before burying his face in her cunny from behind, making Jess gasp in shock and plant her hands on the wall to steady herself.

Ian ate her out from behind, just for a few moments, until Jess's pussy was drenched with her juices and his spit. The he stood, undoing the fly on his jeans as he did and releasing the beast hidden in his pants. He was hard and ready. Jess looked back at him over her shoulder as he positioned himself behind her, lightly tapping her cunt lips with the head of his massive prick. Jess gave him a small nod, and he slid inside her, hilting himself in her in one slow steady motion. Jess bit her lower lip, chewing on it to keep herself from moaning as she pushed herself back on him.

Before long, Ian and Jess were fucking in earnest. They were both breathing hard, but otherwise they were silent. The only sounds were their breathing, the slap of Ian's hips against Jess's ass, and the white noise from the bar. Ian reached in front of Jess with one arm and grabbed one of her breasts, feeling the firm, round orb as it bounced under her top. 

Jess's hand slipped slightly, pulling aside the curtain covering the windows on the door to the private room. Through the window, she could see Kyle, facing the other way in the corner, fiddling with his phone. Her cunt clenched around Ian's invading shaft as she watched her oblivious boyfriend while her bigger, better lover pounded away at her. Her breath quickened, and she let the curtain fall back into place as she brought her hand up to her mouth and started to bite her knuckles to stifle her ecstatic cries. 

Ian let go of her breast and wrapped his hand around her throat, pulling her away from the door. His lips were close to her ear, when he spoke the first word he'd said to her all night. In her ear, he whispered: "Cum."

And she did. With her hand around her neck and his rock-hard rod buried inside her, she came. Her cunt constricted around him, and her nectar dripped down his shaft and left a dark wet stain on his jeans. Her eyes fluttered and her cheeks flushed, and her mouth dropped open—but the only sound she made was a small squeal of delight. 

Ian pumped into her a few more times before backing away, still unfulfilled. He moved over to the table and aimed his prick at Jess's half-full wine glass. With a few quick pumps of his hand, he came, grunting quietly as his cock spurted again and again, spiking her wine with his thick, heavy cum. When he was done, the glass was visibly more full, and some of his cum had sunk down to the bottom and was visible as a pale discolored spot. He put his cock away and refilled his own glass as Jess straightened her clothes. 

He handed her the glass he'd refilled with his own personal additive, but stopped her when she went to drink it, covering the top with his hand and shaking his head. He picked up the bottle and his glass and left the room, heading toward the table in the corner where Kyle still sat, snagging another wine glass from the bar as he went. Jess followed him, unsure what he was planning.

Kyle jumped a bit when Ian came up behind him and put the wine bottle down on the table. Jess got there a moment later. "Hey, roomie!" Ian said. "Saw that you were here with the little lady, thought I'd get you both a drink." He winked at Jess. "Enjoy the wine, and you kids have a good night out." 

Kyle seemed skeptical, as if he expected a trap, but he accepted the empty glass hesitantly and let Ian fill it with the wine. "Uh, thanks, Ian, but we're trying to make tonight an evening for us, you know?" he said.

Ian put down the bottle and held up his hands, palms forward. "Hey, I get it. I'm not sticking around. Just wanted to do something nice for you two." 

Jess spoke up then. "Thank you, Ian." She took a sip of her wine, tasting the rich flavor of Ian's potent sperm along with the flavors of the wine. "It's delicious."

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The Week Away

Ian had been gone for a week. 

Her lover had been gone for a week, and Jess was going mad. She had even tried to break one of Ian's rules by fucking her boyfriend Kyle, but he wasn't able to get hard. Jess was faintly disgusted; she hadn't slept with Kyle in months, and one might have thought he'd be gagging for it. But he hadn't been sleeping well since starting college, thanks to Ian (and lately, thanks to Jess). He'd put on weight and had started drinking a bit more, and on the night in question Kyle just couldn't get things going. Instead, he went down on her, but he didn't even do that well, and Jess wound up faking her orgasm before leaving, claiming that she had a headache.

After that unsatisfying evening, Jess went to a sex store and bought a dildo. The experience had been surreal; Jess had expected a filthy, seedy establishment filled with strange men giving her furtive glances. She had dressed down, and come into the shop with a big pair of sunglasses and her long hair tucked under a baseball cap (as best she could). But the store wasn't like that at all; it was actually rather sterile, with clean white floors and harsh fluorescent lighting. Still, she got in and out as quickly as possible, paying in cash. 

Her new dildo was about a foot long and as thick around as her wrist; she got the one that most resembled Ian's horse-cock. Before meeting Ian, she had almost never masturbated, and when she got back to her room and took the dildo from the package she found herself staring at it, unsure how to proceed.

Obviously, she had the basics down, but she had never used a sex toy before, and she felt odd doing anything without Ian. That's when she had a devilishly clever idea. She tucked the dildo ("Little Ian," as she thought of it) into her backpack and set off for the dorm that Ian shared with her boyfriend.

Kyle had an evening class and wasn't around, so she let herself into his room with the key he had given her. She breezed through to the bathroom he shared with Ian—although it took a moment to force open the door to the bathroom; it had gotten knocked loose in its frame after Ian had fucked Jess hard up against it one morning. From there, she let herself into Ian's room, and turned on his laptop. After a few minutes of clicking around, she found his webcam and set it to record, turning t to face his bed.

She backed up, putting herself in frame, and lay down on Ian's bed (it was new; they had broken his old bed on their first night together). She stretched like a cat, her canary yellow tank top rising up to reveal her flat midriff, and looked at the camera. There was a smile on her face as she said, "Hey baby. I've been missing you so bad, and I wanted to let you know what I've been doing while you've been gone."

She reached down, off the bed, and her hand came up holding the massive dildo. "This is Little Ian. I got him to keep me company, but it just wasn't the same." She held it by the base and stroked it idly with her other hand. "Little Ian can fill me up, but he can't rip off my top and suck my nipples,"—two quick tweaks made them stand out under her shirt—"or pull my wet little panties aside and eat me out, or pin me to the bed and fuck me senseless."

Jess sat up and spread her legs. She was still wearing a pair of yoga pants that matched her top, and she let the dildo rest against their crotch. "But he'll have to do." She picked up Little Ian and spit on it, her hands working her spit all across its length. Then she slid it into her mouth, recoiling a bit at the taste of the plastic as it forced her jaws apart. She made appreciative noises as she gave the dildo a messy simulated blowjob, her spit coating its surface.

Once it was thoroughly coated and slick and shiny, she pulled it free of her mouth. "Shame that this isn't you, baby—you taste better, and at the end I get a creamy treat!" She set it down and wriggled free of her tight pants, taking her panties with them. She spread her legs again and tapped the dildo against her tight slit. "You know, before I met you and you stretched me out, I don't think I could have gotten Little Ian in here," she said. "But now I need your thick meat inside me. I need it every day, baby, and when you get back I am going to drag you into bed and force you to fuck me until that horse cock hanging between your legs is limp and those bull balls are completely empty. I want to have your cum in me and on me. If I can still walk, then that means you haven't fucked me enough."

She pushed on the dildo, parting her lips, and hitched her hips forward so the camera could get a better angle as it entered her. With both hands on the base, she pushed it inside, biting her lip as she did, tears glimmering in the corners of her blue eyes as she once again felt that overstuffed sensation she had come to crave since Ian first took her and made her his.

As it entered her, she kept up her litany of dirty talk. "Do you like seeing me like this, baby? I'm so desperate for you that I bought this toy because it was almost as big as your cock, and I came to your room so I could feel closer to you." She was breathing hard now, her tits rising and falling under the tight yellow top. "But it's not as good as you baby, it only makes me need you more. I'm addicted to your cock. I love your cock and I need it to fuck me over and over." 

Jess started to work Little Ian in and out of her cunt, furiously pounding herself with it. "When you get back I want you to do this to me, Ian. I want you to throw me onto your bed and make me spread my legs for you, then I want you to take me hard and fast." She held onto the dildo with one hand and started to roughly grope and squeeze her own tits through her shirt. "You won't even have to call me. When you watch this video, just send me a text and I'll drop whatever I'm doing and come over so we can fuck." 

Her hips were rocking now, and the wet sounds of the dildo sliding in and out of her slick cunny formed a counterpoint to her gasps and moan. "I need to confess something, baby. I was going to let Kyle stick it in me, that's how horny I am. I'm sorry, I know you don't want me to fuck him—when you get back you'll have to punish me for being so naughty." A flush crept up from her chest to her neck as her orgasm approached.

She adjusted her grip on the dildo, so that it pressed against the special sensitive spot inside her, and redoubled her efforts. Within a few moments, she squealed and came, her body writhing on Ian's bed, her cunt clenching around the thick plastic rod currently filling her. Her back arched, coming off the bed entirely, and she lost her grip on the dildo, her hand fluttering in the air by her side. But her cunt was so tight around the toy that it stayed in place, held inside her by the vise-like grip of her pussy. 

When she was done, Jess propped herself up on her elbows and looked right at the camera, the dildo still buried deep inside her. "Mmmm, I needed that. But I need you more. Come back soon." She gave the camera another grin, then stopped recording. A few clicks, and the video was on its way to Ian's e-mail. 

Her phone buzzed less than ten minutes later. There was a text from Ian: "2 hrs. Hands and knees, blindfold, facing away from the door. Be ready." Jess's heart leaped with joy.

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In Training

Jess blushed, paid the cashier, and scurried out of the store, her face to the floor. A week ago, Ian had asked her about Kyle's sexual fantasies. She had no idea—the two of them never talked about his fantasies, and Kyle still thought Jess was prim and relatively uninterested in sex. The truth was that she just wasn't interested in sex with him. Sex with Ian, on the other hand, was practically what she lived for. So when Ian asked about Kyle's fantasies, Jess was confused and didn't have a good answer for him.

But he had insisted she find out. So Jess spent a bit more time with Kyle, teasing him, asking him innuendo-laden questions, and the like. Kyle seemed a bit surprised by her newfound interest in sex, and even got so bold as to suggest that they sleep together—something he rarely did, believing that Jess didn't like it. The last time they had tried, it hadn't gone well for Kyle; he was never the best lover, but sleeplessness, stress, and his weight gains had given him erectile issues. No matter how he tried, he couldn't get hard, even with Jess stripped bare and bent over in front of him, wiggling her ass in his face, her dripping cunt only inches from his mouth. 

This time, he managed to get it up. But he didn't even have time to disrobe before Jess came up behind him, her tits pressing against his back, and whispered in his ear, "Maybe you want to fuck my ass?" That was enough for him, and his cock spurted its tiny load into his underwear. Jess pretended it was fine, and asked him if that was something he really wanted. Kyle, somewhat bashfully, told her it was one of his favorite fantasies, but he had never brought it up before out of respect for Jess.

Jess told him it was sweet that he cared so much about her and left him to get cleaned up. She reported to Ian at the first opportunity. He directed her to get some lube and some toys, to prepare herself for him—he was going to live out Kyle's fantasy. Jess nervously assented. 

After spending some time researching on the internet, she bought a set of butt plugs from a sex shop in the city. It was the same shop where she had purchased her dildo, Little Ian, and more recently where she'd purchased her first vibrator as well—a little bullet vibe that came highly recommended from her girlfriends, all of whom were surprised to hear the seemingly prudish Jess ask about sex toys.

It took her a day to work up the nerve to open the package and take out the silver toys inside. There were four of them; the smallest was no longer than her middle finger and as thick as her thumb at the widest point, and the largest was perhaps as thick as three fingers and about seven inches long. Each plug had a glittering rhinestone on its flared base; they sparkled and caught the light as she examined the toys.

It was another day before she could bring herself to experiment with them. She tried the smallest toy first, her heart in her throat as she popped it in past the tight ring of muscle. Once it was in place, she was able to relax; it gave her a somewhat full feeling, and she could feel it shift slightly as she turned and moved. She walked over to the floor-length mirror hanging from her door, swaying her hips a bit more than she usually did as she got accustomed to the odd sensations.

Jess admired herself in the mirror. Her long brunette hair was up, a pair of pencils holding it in place, and she had on a tight white babydoll t-shirt that clung tightly to her curves; she wasn't wearing a bra, and her nipples could be seen proudly erect through the thin fabric of the shirt. She was naked from the waist down, her freshly waxed pussy bare and (she was a bit surprised to note) glistening with wetness. Jess turned, arching her back just a bit, thrusting out her ass. The jeweled base of the plug glimmered in the mirror, nestled between the two globes of her luscious ass.

"Yeah, I guess that is pretty hot," she said to herself. The thought of giving herself to Ian in this way, and of spending days preparing to do so, had gotten her worked up. She dug out her phone, not bothering to put on pants, and sent Ian a quick text: "Come over. Door is open." She unlocked her door with a click and went over to her bed, pulling Little Ian and her silver bullet from their resting place in a jewelry box in her nightstand. 




Roommate Relations Ch. 04



She lay back on her bed, spreading her legs toward the mirror. From this position, she could watch herself as she played with her toys (something that had become one of her favorite activities, after she and Ian rewatched a video she made for him). And whoever came in the door would get an eyeful as well. It gave Jess a little thrill to know that anyone might come in—it was a girls' dorm, but plenty of boys were around, to see their girlfriends or for hookups and one-night stands, and it wasn't unheard of for the girls to barge in on each other either. 

Despite all that, Jess went to work. Her little silver friend buzzed happily on her clit, while she worked Little Ian in and out of her sopping cunt. With her legs spread and her ass on the edge of her bed, she could see the little gem on the base of the butt plug, visible as a crimson bead just below her slit. She bit her lower lip, holding back a pleasured moan so as not to draw extra attention from passers-by in the hall. Jess quickly found herself overmatched, though, and gave in to the pleasure, throwing her head back and letting out a low, throaty moan.

After some time—a glance at the clock said it had been less than ten minutes—she heard her doorknob turn and the door creak open. Her breath caught and a surge of nervous exhilaration ran through her. It was Ian. He opened the door wide, staring as Jess's hands between her spread legs as she held her toys in place. She flushed with excitement and said, "Shut the door, lover. I'm ready for you."

Ian grinned like a shark and stepped inside, letting the door fall closed behind him. But it didn't quite close all the way. Jess noticed the door hanging open and opened her mouth to say something, but Ian was on her before she could, pinning her to her mattress by her shoulders and kissing her roughly. She melted into him, her concerns forgotten. She could feel his hand brushing up against hers as Ian worked to free his cock from his slacks. 

Some part of Jess's brain took note of an oddity—Ian almost always wore t-shirts and jeans; it was practically his uniform. He only wore collared shirts and slacks when he was out with a woman... so had he been with someone else? And had he abandoned her to be with Jess? She swelled with a curious mix of jealousy and pride at the thought that her secret lover was willing to drop everything to be with her, even if what he was dropping was another woman.

Ian had unsheathed his weapon by this time, and Jess could feel its weight—and its heat—on her flat, athletic belly. Ian's hands had moved up, and he had tangled one hand in her hair as they made out, while the other groped at her breast through the thin fabric of her shirt. He broke the kiss for a moment, his forehead resting against hers, and murmured "You were getting ready for me?"

Jess smiled. "I couldn't wait all night. But I didn't cum—I saved that for you." 

"Well, I wouldn't want to leave my little lady hanging." Jess shivered at that phrase—"my little lady" and at that moment she realized she truly was his, that he had a claim on her that no other man could contest, even her nominal boyfriend Kyle.

Ian abruptly rose, leaving Jess panting and wild-eyed, sprawled out on her own bed. She gave a small whine as he circled the bed before tugging her toward him, so that her head hung over the edge. He crouched, putting his cock at eye—or mouth—level. Jess quickly realized what he wanted, and let her head hang free as she opened her mouth as wide as she could. Ian slid inside, avoiding her teeth, as she flattened her tongue, making it as broad as possible to cover Ian's cock in a layer of spit. 

After she had a chance to get accustomed to his size once more, Jess relaxed, opening her throat and letting Ian go further. He seemed to know innately when she was ready and he could start to thrust without making her choke and cough, and started moving in and out at just the right moment. After a few shallow thrusts that just barely slipped past her gag reflex, he started to fuck her face a bit more vigorously, until she was taking his whole length each time, his heavy balls swinging underneath his shaft and battering against her forehead.

As all this was happening, Jess continued to play with herself, sliding her dildo in and out of her cunt in the same way as Ian was sliding in and out of her mouth. Her little bullet vibrator was directly on her clit, sending a constant steam of stimulation up her spine. Ian surprised her then, pulling the toys from her grasp and taking over for her. He wasn't as good as she was with the dildo, and he quickly discarded it, tossing it onto Jess's pillow where it left a damp stain from her pussy juices. 

He replaced it with his fingers. He held the vibrator steady on her button and worked one, then two, and then three fingers into her cunt, hooking them forward in a come-hither motion, hitting her spot effortlessly and making Jess squeal around his throat-stuffing fuck-hose. Jess had already been on edge before Ian arrived, and it seemed like only seconds passed before his expert fingers did their magic and made her cum.

Jess's cunny clenched around his fingers, drenching them in her nectar. Her back arched, rising off the bed completely, until all her weight was on her shoulders and hips. The movement made the slim plug lodged in her ass shift, and the feeling of having something in both of her nether holes set her off again. The constant buzz, buzz of the vibrator on her clit kept up a continuous level of background pleasure, letting her easily go from one climax to the next as Ian added a fourth finger, making her scream around his cock, cumming for the third time in a row.

And he didn't let up, driving her to climax after climax until her eyes fluttered and closed, overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of her euphoric ecstasy. When she came to, she was still twitching; something warm and wet and heavy had coated her face and soaked her shirt. She couldn't open her eyes, but she stuck out her tongue and tasted the rich salty-sweet flavor of Ian's cum. 

"Mmmm," she moaned. "someone was a bad boy while I was away. But at least you left me this delicious treat." She could hear Ian, breathing a bit harder than usual, and she felt the mattress move as he sat down beside her.

"I couldn't wait all night," he replied, a hint of sarcasm in his voice as he threw her earlier comment back at her. She could envision the smirk on his face that she knew had to be there as she said it, and Jess found herself grinning as well, even as Ian's cum dripped slowly from her face into her hair and onto the floor. "Now eat up before it gets cold."

With her head still hanging over the edge, Jess scooped the spunk from her eyes, bringing the white jelly up to her mouth and licking her fingers clean. Then she sat up and took a look at herself in the mirror. Ian had thoroughly drenched her; blobs, lines, and streamers of cum seemed to coat her whole face, several streaks stood out as bright white lines in her dark hair, and there were at least a half-dozen drops on her shirt from where he had finished. "Wow," she said, taking in the sight.

Ian smiled, oddly shyly. "You bring out the best in me," he replied.

Some more of Ian's cum dripped over her lips, and she stuck out her tongue eagerly. Ian watched her in the mirror as she ran her tongue around, lapping up every drop she could find before shoveling the remainder directly into her mouth with her hands, even scraping up the bits that hadn't been absorbed by her shirt. As she did, Ian undressed. Jess watched appreciatively as bits of his muscular body came into view—his six-pack abs, his broad chest, his long, lean legs.

When she was done cleaning up the mess he'd made of (and on) her, she made a show of licking each finger clean, before standing and stripping off her shirt and using it as a makeshift towel, getting the last remnants from her face. She tossed the shirt aside and stood before him, naked, her ass to the still slightly open door.

Jess bent at the waist, thrusting out her ass, and reached back to spread her cheeks, the mirror clearly revealing the red rhinestone adorning the plug in her ass. "Did you see what I got for you, sir?" she asked.

Ian nodded. "You're fucking amazing, little lady." 

Jess felt proud to have impressed Ian. "It's not ready yet, but soon you'll be able to fuck my ass like it was another pussy." Ian rose and walked over to her, his still-hard prick bobbing in front of him with each step. He cupped her chin and turned her face up to his before kissing her, a slow and deep kiss that made her weak at the knees. When the kiss ended, she looked up at him, her eyes wide with desire.

She reached down and found his cock. Her small soft hands couldn't quite close around it, but she did the best she could. She started to stroke him, slowly, her hands moving fluidly across its slick surface. Jess looked at Ian and asked, "Do you want to fuck me now, sir?"

Ian groaned in response and closed his eyes for a moment before picking her up bodily and practically throwing her down on the bed. The impact drove the plug up a bit deeper, and Jess felt herself quiver as the shock gave her another small climax. Ian was on her almost instantly, and she gasped as he hilted himself in her in one stroke. 

He wasted no time, fucking her hard and deep from the word go. Jess found herself gulping air as he nailed her to the bed, driving the air from her lungs with each stroke. His sack swung free underneath his rod and smacked heavily against the flared, jeweled base of the butt plug, sending it just a bit further into her each time in a sort of kinetic echo of his thrusts. Again, the sensation of being filled in both holes drove Jess wild with pleasure. 

Ian grabbed her hair, just above her forehead, and forced her head up from the bed. She could see his shaft spearing her over and over, shiny with her juices; looking past him, she could see Ian's well-muscled ass rising and falling as he pounded her. She screamed, long and loud. "Oh, fuck! You're a fucking god! Wreck my cheating fucking cunt! Ruin it for my fucking useless boyfriend and make me watch!"

He did just that, leaning back and pulling her shoulders off the bed, forcing her to look down and see his monstrous member as it split her in two. Curled in this way, his prick head seemed to bump against the toy in her ass right at the start of each thrust, setting off more mini-climaxes, one right after another like a string of firecrackers going off.

Jess's hands clutched and released the sheets frantically as she came wildly around Ian's incredible rod. As she cursed and squealed from one climax to the next, she inadvertently grabbed her silver bullet. Almost reflexively, she brought it into play, positioning it right on her clit and turning it on. The little toy buzzed to life, making her buck against him, her juices almost squirting from her and thoroughly coating Ian's groin. He slapped her hand away, taking the toy from her and putting it back into place himself, pressing it hard against her button. "I'm going to make you cum tonight, not you," he said, possessively. Jess's eyes started to roll back into her head as the combination of Ian's cock, the tiny toy buzzing away on her clit, and the slender silver plug in her ass drove her to her most intense climax of the night.

She let out a wail, loud enough to make Ian flinch, and then started to shake and writhe underneath him. Jess was practically convulsing, her cunt spasming wildly, as half-formed obscenities spilled from her mouth. "Fuck... too much... god-damn... fu... fu... FUCK!" She exploded, arching her back, throwing her head back hard enough to rip it from Ian's grasp, the flash of pain from having her hair pulled only adding to her momentous climax.

Ian, driven past his limits as well, pulled himself free of her viselike grip and unloaded. Thick, ropey streams of sperm erupted from him, long white lines that streaked up her torso and splashed over her breasts, pooling in her cleavage and the hollow of her throat. His most powerful spurts even made it to her face, smacking into her cheeks and chin and dripping into her open mouth. 

When they were both done, Ian fell back a step, breathing hard. Jess propped herself up on one elbow and dipped a finger into one of the pools of spunk on her chest, tracing out a lazy circle and smearing it into her skin.

Ian circled her again, shucking his clothes as he did. She watched as he came around to her head. Jess leaned back, mouth opening automatically, as he offered up his cock. She took it into her mouth, savoring the taste of his cum, her juices, and his own natural flavor. Her tongue swirled around, cleaning him off, and when he pulled back she planted a sloppy kiss right on the end of his dick. "Thank you, sir. That's exactly what I needed."

With a growl, Ian replied, "We're not done. Up and over." Jess knew what he meant. She brought her legs underneath her in a single smooth motion, sitting up as she did, then positioned herself on all fours facing the mirror on her door. Ian was behind her, stroking himself as he eyed the little red jewel on the end of the butt plug.

"Not yet, sir. I couldn't take you back there now," she said, teasingly. "I'm not ready yet." Her ass swayed from side to side, making the light glint hypnotically off the rhinestone. Ian's eyes tracked it as it swayed and bobbed, and he tensed, like a tiger about to pounce.



Roommate Relations Ch. 05



This story deals with betrayal, cheating, and infidelity. If that's not what you like, then you'll probably want to read a different story. This chapter picks up almost exactly where chapter 4 left off. Like the preceding chapter, this one consists in relatively short scenes involving Ian and Jess as their relationship progresses. I initially intended to have the next chapter be the last, but both of these vignettes wound up longer than expected, so there may be two more. 

As ever, many thanks to the reader who proposed the idea for the story and whose input has helped guide me as I wrote. 

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Feels Like the First Time

Jess whimpered, a bit pitifully, as Ian's cock head forced its way into her virgin ass. This, she thought, was worth it.

Not half an hour earlier, her lover Ian had fucked her cunt hard and hosed her down with cum, and she'd decided to taunt him with the prospect of fucking her ass. Ian leaped at the bait and now, she was bent over on her mattress, her pert ass up in the air, her cheek pressed into the mattress, her hands clutching feebly at the sheets as Ian opened her up.

She'd put her first toy in earlier that day, a slender, silver butt plug with a crimson rhinestone on its flared base. Ian had been enthralled by it. When she'd presented her ass to him, just after he'd fucked her pussy with his monstrous cock, he'd been unable to look away. And when she said to him, with her quiet, soft, innocent voice, "Please, sir, don't take my last virginity. You're too big for me. You'd have to hold me down and work it in." he had lunged, practically knocking her over out of eagerness to break in her last unsullied hole.

Everything had gone according to plan.

Jess had wound up bent over Ian's knee, her bare ass in the air and his engorged prick pressing insistently into her stomach. She'd squirmed on his lap, not seriously trying to escape (not that she could, if he really wanted to pin her down). A few stinging slaps to her ass made her settle down, and she stuck her lower lip out at him in a pout. "Have I been a bad girl, sir?" she asked.

This was a new game for Ian, but he took to it gracefully. "You've been a tease, baby. If you're gonna tease, you've got to please." 

Jess shook her ass as she replied. "I'll do my best, sir." That's when Ian started spanking her. It was a novel experience for Jess. Ian had decided, some time ago, that he wanted to live out all of her boyfriend Kyle's fantasies, and Jess agreed to make it happen, delighting in the secret knowledge that her lover was living the life her boyfriend wanted to have.

One of those fantasies was to take Jess's anal virginity. Kyle had let slip that he wanted to try spanking her as well, but she had never let him, telling him it was degrading. But somehow it wasn't degrading when Ian did it; she felt comfortable and safe with him, and she was able to indulge her own baser nature without worrying about being judged. 

So when his hand cracked against her ass, she felt the pain, but she also felt something else—a frisson of excitement and exhilaration that left her breathing hard and writhing in his lap. He followed each stinging slap with a brief squeeze of one of her tight, firm cheeks, giving her a sort of mini-massage to ease the pain. Before long, Jess found herself eagerly anticipating each slap, her pussy clenching as soon as the blow fell. Her little squeals and whines became moans of pleasure, and before long Ian's caresses got longer and the slaps less frequent, until he abandoned the pretense entirely and just slid two long, dexterous fingers up into her and probed and stroked her until she gushed all over his hand.

She was still bent over Ian's knee, enjoying the afterglow, when she felt him tug at the plug in her ass. Jess bit her lower lip as she felt the widest part of the toy slip out of her, slowly, pulled free by Ian's strong hand. Her tight rosebud showed no sign that it had been occupied, instantly shrinking back to its normal size. 

Jess looked at the scene in the mirror. The toy had been part of a set, designed to train people for anal sex, and she'd just slid the smallest toy into place earlier that day. The other three plugs had been on her nightstand, in easy reach of the bed, and Ian hadn't failed to notice them—or the bottle of lube she'd bought at the same time. He picked up the lube and the next largest toy, a shiny silver plug as thick as two of her fingers at its widest point and about five inches long, with a deep green rhinestone set in its flared base. 

Ian held the toy over's Jess's ass and drizzled lube all over it, the excess spilling off and coating her ass, making it slick and shiny. He took a moment to rub her ass. Both of them enjoyed the sensation of his rough hand gliding easily across her smooth skin. Jess flinched when he drew near to her asshole, but managed to keep still enough as he circled that tight rosebud with his fingers, coating it with lubricant. 

"Are you going to train my ass, sir?" Jess said. Ian's cock throbbed against her, hearing those filthy words spilling from her mouth in her innocent-sounding voice. Ian didn't say anything in response. Instead he took the plug and held it up to Jess's asshole, lining it up with that tight entrance and pushing gently. Jess bit her lower lip as she felt the pressure mount until her ass opened just enough for the toy to penetrate her. 

The tip slid in, and Ian kept pushing as Jess felt her ass spread to accept to invading implement. She'd gotten accustomed to the smaller toy, but this one was longer and wider, and Jess could feel the first faint twinges of pain as the toy spread her open and penetrated deeper than its predecessor. But that faded quickly, as soon as Ian slid the widest part of the toy inside her. Jess's tight asshole immediately clenched around the thin part of the toy, just above the flared base; she felt curiously full, but it wasn't an unpleasant sensation.

"Very good, babe," said Ian. He twirled the end of the toy, making Jess aware of the minute imperfections in its surface as it spun on its axis inside her. Then he slid it back and forth slightly, not enough to pull it out, but enough for her to feel a faint tug as the wide part of the toy tried to escape from her tight grip. "How do you feel?" asked Ian.

"It feels good, sir. I think I can try a bigger one."

Ian nodded and slowly slid the plug out of her. Jess felt the same things she'd felt when he inserted it, but in reverse—a faint hint of pain when her asshole stretched around the widest part, and a diminishing sensation of fullness. When it was free, Ian set it down beside its smaller companion. Jess expected him to grab the third toy, but he surprised her, going instead for the fourth and largest plug. This one had a sky blue rhinestone on its base, and it was as thick around as three fingers and about seven inches long—still not as big as Ian, but big enough to be scary. 

Jess watched in silent anticipation as Ian coated the toy thoroughly in lube, again letting the excess run off onto her ass. Ian caught her eye in the mirror and raised one eyebrow. She just nodded, a bit hesitantly, and gave him a small, brave smile. The toy was a bit cold when Ian brought it to her tight hole, and she shivered when it made contact. 

Even the tapered tip of this plug was larger than the small toy she'd experimented with earlier in the day. When Ian started to push it into her, Jess grimaced. There was no way something like this could fit inside me, she thought. But Ian stroked her hair, and slowly worked it into her over the space of perhaps five minutes. By the end of the process, Jess found herself breathing hard, but not in pain—Ian's touch and indeed his mere presence exerted a calming effect on her, and once she relaxed the toy slid in easily. 

The two of them formed a stationary tableau for a few minutes, with Jess bent over Ian's knees, slightly flushed and sweaty, the glittering blue stone nestled between her cheeks the only external evidence of their recent efforts. Ian's cock was pressed up against her stomach, and he hadn't gotten any softer as he slowly stretched her out. If anything, Ian was harder now than she'd ever seen or felt.

Ian started to play with the toy, just as he had done with its smaller brother earlier. He twirled it in place, pulled it out partway before sliding it back in, pushed it in deeper with his thumb. There was some pain from his ministrations, but Jess found she kind of liked it—the pain provided a counterpoint to the other (vastly more powerful) pleasurable sensations. She reached down, between Ian's legs, and started to stroke him as best she could in her awkward position, trying to jerk him off in time with his actions with the toy currently lodged inside her.

Before long, both Ian and Jess were too excited to be satisfied with this gentle play. Jess wasn't sure if she could take Ian inside her unused ass, but she knew she had to try. And she somehow knew he wouldn't hurt her; if she couldn't handle his size, it wouldn't mean the end of their relationship.

She nodded at him in the mirror. "I'm ready," she said, her voice quavering with nervous energy. Then she slid off his knees and climbed back onto the bed, facing the mirror on the door, her ass toward Ian. That's when she was reminded that Ian had never closed to door to the hall all the way. Not too long ago, the thought that someone might have heard her cries during their earlier fuck, or that someone might nudge the door just a bit and get an eyeful, would have made Jess terrified. But after Ian had fucked her in a restaurant while her boyfriend sat, unknowing, less than twenty yards away, she'd been secretly turned on by the notion of public sex. So she did nothing.

Ian took up a position standing behind her and eased the large toy from her tight ass. She seemed to be unwilling to let it go, and Ian had to pull harder than expected to get the plug free. Jess moaned as it came loose. "It was just getting used to feeling so full," she said, teasingly. "You'd better put something else in there, sir, before I forget how it felt."

Ian smiled and poured yet more lube over his own cock, working it up and down his length with long strokes of his hand. Moving slowly and carefully, he positioned himself behind Jess, lining himself up with her tight rosebud, which was itself slick and shiny with lube and slightly distended from their recent endeavors. He pushed, gently but firmly. Jess let out a little squeal and tried to relax. She could feel her ass opening, yielding to his insistent pressure. 

Aside from Ian's sheer size, the biggest difference between his cock and the plugs they'd been playing with was that the plugs tapered to a fairly thin point, and didn't immediately swell outward to their full size. Jess felt she had some time to get used to the size of each toy. But Ian's cock didn't afford that opportunity. By the time his head had pierced her tight ring, she was breathing hard, and her eyes were squeezed shut—partially from pain, but more from concentration. Jess knew that she had to fight her body's natural reflex to resist and try to force Ian's intruding member out, or she'd be much worse off. So instead she focused on her breathing and forced herself to remain relaxed, even as Ian slid himself deeper and deeper into her, inch by inch.

She was dimly aware of Ian muttering words of encouragement to her. Time passed—she didn't know how much—and Jess realized that Ian had stopped moving. His hips were up against her, his body warm and comforting, and she felt stuffed full. Her face was turned down toward the bed, and she had gathered up great handfuls of her bedding in her white-knuckled grip. She forced herself to look up, and in the mirror she saw Ian smiled beneficently at her. "You okay, babe?" he asked.

Jess smiled, a bit weakly, and nodded. "Give me a minute to get used to it?" she asked. 

"Of course," replied Ian. "Tell me when you're ready."

Jess closed her eyes and concentrated on the steady rhythm of her breathing. She loosened her grip, extending her fingers until she had her palms down flat on the mattress. There was tension in the small of her back and in between her shoulder blades; Jess felt it dissipate as she breathed in and out, steadily. There was some pain where Ian was stretching her, but rather than dissuade her, the pain made Jess hunger for more. She was just about to give Ian the okay when he started moving on his own. He had read her responses and knew that she was ready, even without her say-so.

He rocked his hips back and forth, slowly, in small movements. And before long Jess found herself moving as well, rocking forward when he moved back, making his thrusts longer and deeper. Even when he was stuffed deep in her ass, Ian was more than big enough to stimulate her cunt as well; she felt faint tingles of sensation when he bottomed out in her. Jess slid one hand between her legs and, after briefly fondling Ian's oversized balls, she started to rub her clit in a circular motion. 

"Good idea, babe," Ian said, as he picked up his pace. He was sliding a bit more than half his length in and out of her with each stroke now, and with Jess pushing back against him, their hips met with an audible smack each time they reconnected. She could feel him lean forward and reach for something, before he reached around her and pushed her hand out of the way. A faint buzz came up from between her legs as Ian pressed her little silver bullet against her clit, and Jess moaned as it sent waves of pleasure through her body.

She closed her eyes, and Ian sped up again, taking her ass with long, deep strokes. Jess lowered her cheek to the mattress, leaving her ass up in the air; the change in position made Ian's thrusts seem to go deeper, and each time he hilted himself in her his sack swung forward and just barely kissed her slit. She could feel her legs spreading further apart, lowering her hips, giving him easier access, and as she slid down Ian's thrusts got more and more powerful.

Jess drifted off on a cloud of sensations—the overstuffed feeling of Ian's cock in her ass, the tingling pleasure of him sliding in and out of her stretched slick rosebud, the curiously muted sensations in her pussy as his thickness impinged on those nerves, and the humming delight between her legs from the little silver toy pressed firmly against her button.

A small sound from the hall outside her door made snap her head up. She pushed herself back up, in the process driving her ass back toward Ian. "Well, looks like you're ready to get going for real," he said, before redoubling his pace. 

Jess's head dropped again for a moment and she gasped at the sudden assault and the sharp spike of euphoria that accompanied it. When she raised it once again, she saw something disturbing: her door had been opened partway. Ian had left it cracked, but now it was open about an inch, more than enough for someone in the hall to see in. And the hall lights were off. But Jess was sure she saw movement in the shadows, just outside her door, some sort of small rhythmic motion. "I think someone's watching us," she said between thrusts.

"Good," said Ian. "Let's give them a show." He reached forward, grabbing a handful of Jess's long dark hair, the pencils that had been holding it up having long since fallen out. He hauled back on it, forcing Jess's head up and her face toward to partially-opened door. He started to fuck her harder, letting out small grunts of effort as he hammered home. Jess felt herself rocked forward by each thrust, and it didn't take long before her eyes started fluttering as she came. 

She bit her lip, determined not to make her climax obvious to the unknown onlooker, but Ian kept pounding her, and her little silver bullet was right there on her clit, and she felt so good, and she felt the long moan escape her lips before she could bite it back. 

"Look at yourself," Ian hissed. Jess did, gazing into the mirror. Her face was flushed, her mouth hung open, and her skin glowed with exertion. The flush covered her whole chest as well, her nipples were proud and stiff, and her tits swung freely underneath her as Ian sped up once more, fucking her ass now like he did her pussy. Some part of her was astonished that she was able to take such a massive dick in her ass. Ian was behind her, the lean muscles covering his arms and chest standing out as he hauled her back onto him. Jess had to admit that watching them fuck was hot.

Still, she wasn't quite able to let go. "What if it's Kyle? Or one of his friends?" she said, haltingly, pausing every few words to gather himself as another orgasm approached quickly.

"They've been there for ten minutes." Ian said, quietly. "Just watching. Maybe we should invite them in." Jess moaned. "Give them a real show." Jess's eyes closed and she came, thinking of the many times she'd fingered herself while watching in the mirror and the video she'd made for Ian. Could I be an exhibitionist? she thought. The shiver of pleasure that went up her spine at the thought gave her a definitive answer.

Jess opened her eyes and looked out at the shadowy figure in the hall. With a wicked grin on her face she crooked two fingers, beckoning whoever was out there watching inside. 

The watcher came in, closing the door behind her. Their audience was a woman; she was short and mousy, and when she came in she had her eyes downcast, refusing to make eye contact with either of them. The voyeur was Asian, with glossy black hair and a heart-shaped face. She was wearing thin, black-rimmed glasses, a loose-fitting t-shirt, and pajama pants. The pants were pulled down slightly and were askew, providing a good view of one hip and a faint hint of the thin line of dark hair above the newcomer's pussy. 

Jess's jaw dropped in surprise. The watcher in the hall was Ella, one of her best friends. Ian saw her reaction. He slowed down, his cock sawing out of Jess's ass at a considerably slower pace. "So, you two know each other?" he asked, turning Jess's head to look at her friend. Ella nodded shyly. "Do you think Jess is pretty?" Ella nodded again, blushing slightly. "Did you like watching us?" Another nod as the blush deepened. "Were you touching yourself?" Ella looked down at the floor, and her blush became almost crimson—it wasn't a nod, but her reaction and her disheveled state made the truth clear. "Well, don't let us stop you. In fact..." 

Ian's voice trailed off, and he released Jess's hair. He pulled out of her ass, and Jess found herself moving back with him, trying reflexively to keep him inside her. But he was faster, and he extracted himself, leaving Jess feeling curiously empty. He gave her a quick, light slap on the ass, making Jess jump slightly, and said "Get up, babe. I think you should run the show for a while." Jess rose, not quite sure what he meant, and Ian slid into her bed, his back up against the headboard, his feet toward Ella, and his monolithic cock standing proud, jutting up from his groin. 

That's when Jess got it; she got back on the bed and crawled slowly and seductively toward Ian. She knew Ella must have had a great view of her freshly-fucked ass and her dripping pussy as she crawled, and indeed she could hear Ella's breath quicken slightly. Jess dropped a bit lower, dragging her breasts up Ian's legs, trapping his shaft between them briefly (she could feel his pulse then, against her breastbone) bringing them up his chest to his face, then pulling away when he tried to snare one of her nipples in his teeth. 

She ground herself against him, his cock nestled in the cleft of her ass, her pussy mashed against his pubic bone. They kissed again, and as they did Jess reached back to grasp Ian's cock and slide him back into her ass. But Ian stopped her. "No," he murmured. "Face her." Jess broke into a broad smile and turned. Ella was leaning against the wall opposite the bed, still blushing deeply. She had slipped one hand into the front of her pants and both Ian and Jess could see her fingers moving slowly underneath the waistband.




Roommate Relations Ch. 05



"Want to see what my lover's taught me to do today?" Jess asked. Ella gave a small nod. Jess rose up slightly, positioning herself over Ian's stiff tool, and lined up his helmet with her tight back passage. She hovered there for a moment, with Ian's cock poised for entry, and then lowered herself slowly. The sensation of Ian once again splitting her open and filling her up was like the return of an old, nearly forgotten friend—even though it had been mere minutes since Jess had him inside her, she still yearned for it, and feeling him once again filled a need she didn't previously know she had.

Ella watched, mouth open slightly, eyes wide, as Jess descended slowly onto Ian's cock. Ian's hands went to Jess's hips as he assisted her, pulling gently downwards. Jess met Ella's gaze, and Jess could see a deep desire in her friend's eyes—a desire to be where Jess was, to be fucked by a powerful, confident man like Ian.

Jess felt her ass make contact with Ian's groin, and she realized that she'd taken him all the way. She looked down, past her full, firm breasts and her dripping slit, and could see Ian's swollen balls underneath her; every inch of him was inside her ass once again. Ella seemed thunderstruck by Jess's ability to take all of Ian's impressive member. "How... just how?" she asked, stammering slightly.

Jess gave her a slightly strained smile and replied, "He taught me well and he warmed me up. And then I just relax and I can start to do this..." As she finished speaking, she starting to rise and fall, squeezing her ass slightly on each upstroke. She started out slow, and Ella watched, enraptured, as Jess's tight asshole milked Ian's cock like a tight fist. But soon, Jess started to speed up. Through it all, Ian just stared at Ella, his gaze hot on her skin; she couldn't meet his eyes for more than a moment without blushing crimson and looking away.

Ian slapped Jess's ass as she bounced up and down on him. The sudden pain made her yelp slightly—but it also made her pussy clench hard. "Fuck, baby—do that again!" she asked. Ian complied, gripping her ass afterward and jiggling it in his hand. "Thank you, sir!" Jess squealed. "I've been a bad girl. Cheating on my boyfriend and letting you take my... oh!" She yelped before finishing her statement as Ian's big hand came down on her ass once more. Jess found herself speeding up as Ian spanked her. Ella kept playing with herself, her hand moving faster as well in time with Jess's rising and falling.

Before long, Jess was riding Ian like the stallion he was. He stopped spanking her, and his hands were around her waist now, helping her as she lifted herself off him over and over only to drop back down each time. Ella's eyes were glazed with lust, as she watching Jess and Ian's furious coupling. She let out a small whimper, her lip quivering, and came—Jess and Ian watched as her eyes rolled back in her head and she started to twitch and shake spasmodically, sliding down the wall, ending up sitting on the floor with her legs spread and her hips bucking up involuntarily. 

Ian let out a short bark of laughter. "Guess we make a hot couple, babe." Jess was too far gone to answer, as she was rapidly approaching her own climax. Her eyes were closed, and her head lolled bonelessly from side to side as she rode Ian, her tits bouncing frantically. Ian grabbed Jess's hair, gathering it into an improvised ponytail, and pulled gently, forcing her head back and making her arch her back at the peak of each bounce. Jess groaned as the small pains—his hand in her hair, the burn in her thighs and calves from her vigorous motion, the warm tingling pains from where Ian had spanked her—joined with the euphoric pleasures coming from her pussy and her ass, and she came. Her juices spilled—practically gushed—from her cunt, soaking Ian's balls and the bed beneath him. 

She didn't stop riding him, though, and she swiftly felt another orgasm building hot on the heels of the first. But then she was caught by surprise when Ian brought her little silver bullet back into play, reaching around her body and pressing it firmly against her clit. She practically howled, making Ella flinch slightly, and came again. This time, she lost control of her legs. At the top of one bounce, she froze, legs trembling, and then collapsed. Ian gave a small grunt as she landed on him heavily, and started thrusting up into her—the fact that she couldn't ride him was no reason for him to lose out on his enjoyment. 

Jess's loud, screaming orgasm formed a counterpoint to Ella's small, quiet one. The busty brunette rode her lover and wailed, while the petite raven-haired Asian fingered herself on the floor and whimpered, both of them cumming in unison. Only Ian remained unsatisfied. 

But that situation wouldn't last for long. Jess's convulsions swiftly proved too much for Ian, and with a groan he pulled her off of his cock. She fell back against him, his cock sticking up between her legs, her back resting on his broad, sweat-slick chest, her head on his shoulder. Ian reached around her and grasped his cock—and after a single quick stroke, he went off.

Perhaps it was the eroticism of the situation, or the thrill of deflowering Jess's last virgin hole, or the effect of an orgasm too long delayed, but Ian's eruption was overwhelming. He threw his head back, banging it against the wall, as silver-white streams jettisoned from him to splash against Jess's body. 

The first spurt overshot her almost completely, striking the wall just by Ian's head, leaving a trail down onto his shoulder and into Jess's hair. There was a pause, as if he was building up pressure for another volley, and then a second spurt burst from him and left a thick, bright-white line running from just between her firm D-cups and up across her face, closing her left eye, and past her hairline where it stood out start against her dark hair. There was another brief pause, and then a third blast joined the second, landing on one breast right over her pink, proud nipple, streaking up onto her shoulder. 

Then the brief pauses ceased, as Ian loosed what seemed like a dozen more bolts of seed, long ropy streams that rained down on Jess like water from a lawn sprinkler, leaving drops and streaks of cum all over her upper body. Ella gasped and Jess's back arched and relaxed over and over as Ian drenched her thoroughly. Rivulets started to slowly trickle down to her stomach, and as they rivulets met and joined they became slow-flowing streams of white spunk. 

Ian's torrent slowed, the ending of his orgasm coming out as a nearly steady stream instead of distinct blasts, soaking Jess's flat stomach and pooling in her belly button. Ian, Jess, and Ella were all panting. Jess was thoroughly coated in Ian's cum from the waist up; Ian had even managed to get a fair bit on his own shoulder and chest and the wall behind him. Jess slid off of Ian and turned toward him. He put his arm around her, seemingly unconcerned about the fact that she looked like a Jackson Pollock painting done in one color. Both of them had the eyes closed, and Jess nestled up against her lover with a small sigh. 

Ella rose on unsteady legs, using the wall for support, and took a shaky step to the recovering lovers. Ian opened one eye and gave her a smirk. "You're welcome to join us." The dozing Jess didn't seem to notice, and Ella froze, eyes wide. "I... uh... I... going," she stammered, before fleeing the room. Ian closed his eye again and relaxed, with the cum-covered Jess curled up against him, both of them drifting off to sleep in each others' arms.

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Waiting For a Girl Like You

Ian was nervous. It was an unfamiliar feeling for him; normally, he was possessed of a confidence bordering on arrogance (if he was honest, it spilled over into arrogance pretty regularly). But tonight was, apparently, an unusual night.

He had a date, but that wasn't unusual. It was with someone he'd been fucking for some time, which was a bit odd—normally, he'd go out with a girl then take her home and fuck her, but things had gone differently with this one. Still, he thought, that shouldn't make me nervous; after all, if I know I'm getting laid tonight, that takes the pressure off, right? But that thought didn't help him relax.

Next door, Kyle banged on the wall and yelled "Turn down the music, asshole!" Ian ignored him; in fact, a few nights he'd intentionally turned his speakers toward the wall in a little fuck-you to the whiny prick next door. Right now, he was playing some Metallica—mainly because it seemed that Kyle really hated it. When he left for his date, the music would stay on, ensuring that Kyle didn't have a restful night.

Of course, if Ian's date decided to come back to his room, then the music would go off. It would go off, so Kyle could better hear Ian as he fucked Kyle's girlfriend Jess six ways to Sunday.

It wasn't the first time Ian and Jess had done that, either. Kyle still didn't know that his girlfriend has become Ian's lover. Ian would sometimes barge in on Kyle on the increasingly rare times they were together (often with a prearranged signal from Jess, or just when he thought it would be funny). And when he did, it would spoil Jess and Kyle's romantic moments. Ian also went out of his way to make life difficult for Kyle—the music was part of that, but he would also sneak into Kyle's room and take some of his stuff or delete important files from his computer. It was easy enough for him to do; the RA was a woman, and Ian had charmed her soon after moving in. And even if he hadn't, the lock to Kyle's room from their shared bathroom was busted thanks to a particularly vigorous fuck he'd had with Jess up against Kyle's door.

Thanks to this torment, Kyle had become a mess. It was no surprise that Jess was spending less and less time with him. What was shocking was that she was spending the time with the man responsible for her erstwhile boyfriend's dissolution. But Ian and Jess got along well with one another. At first, they'd been bitter enemies, but after their first night together, that started to change. Ian gave Jess the best fuck(s) of her life, and Jess did likewise for Ian. But it was more than that—they had started hanging out and just talking, instead of spending all their time fucking. And when they did they discovered that they actually liked each other as something other than fuck-buddies.

Perhaps that was why Ian was pacing in his room, stopping regularly to look at himself in the mirror. Jess was far from the first girl he'd fucked. Hell, she wasn't even the first girl he'd fucked while she was seeing someone else. But she might have been the first girl he'd wanted to spend time with outside of fucking her.

Ian's nervous pacing was interrupted by a small buzz from his phone. He couldn't suppress a small smile when he saw it was a text from Jess. "Downstairs. Come and get me," it said. Ian practically flew from his room, bounding down the stairs of his dorm. 

She was waiting for him on the steps at the front of the dorm, in a tight little black dress that showed off an almost scandalous amount of cleavage thanks to its plunging neckline. The dress was short, coming to an end just a few inches below her pert ass, and it clung to her curves. A thin silver necklace hung around her chain, and more silver flashed at one wrist. A pair of small, dangling earrings hung from her ears—also silver, set with sapphires that seemed to match her eyes. Her black fuck-me pumps added a few inches to her height and made her calves look amazing. She was wearing a bit of makeup—some pale lipstick, together with dark eyeliner—and her long, dark hair was up, a few loose ringlets falling down.

Jess gave Ian a shy smile when she saw him, and he returned it. Both of them blushed slightly. "Wow," said Ian, "you look... amazing." 

Jess's blush deepened. "You like it? Kyle picked it out." Ian arched an eyebrow, and she continued. "I tried on a bunch of outfits and sent him pictures. He thought this was the sexiest. And do you know what?" She walked over to him, her hips swaying seductively, and Ian felt his heart speed up as she grew closer. Jess ran a finger up his chest idly, feeling his firm muscles underneath his shirt, and with a wicked smile she said "He even picked out what I'm wearing underneath."

Ian swallowed audibly. "How'd you manage to get him to do that?"

"I told him I was going out with Ella... and I may have hinted I'd be visiting him afterward."

"Kyle's in for a disappointing night, then—you're all mine tonight." Ian pulled Jess to him possessively and kissing her. She melted into his arms and into the kiss, moaning gently into his mouth as their lips joined.

"Mmm, if you kiss me like that again we won't get out of the parking lot before I have to fuck you," she murmured after their lips parted. 

"Don't tempt me," Ian replied. He straightened up and stepped away from Jess. "Shall we?" he asked, offering her his arm.

She took it, saying "What a gentleman," and the two of them set off for downtown and their date. Ian had made reservations for them at a little French restaurant, Bistro Du Coin. They arrived right on time, coming in arm in arm, laughing together, and were seated promptly. The two of them made small talk over a bottle of red wine. Ian told Jess about his family, his past, and his plans for the future, and Jess shared hers with him. He was surprised to find that he enjoyed their flirty conversation, and she left him wanting more. 

Their food arrived, and their chat continued, as Jess told Ian about her week, unburdening herself of all the minor irritants of life. Ian listened attentively, slipping comfortably into the role of sounding board. When the meal was over, Ian realized something: he didn't want Jess to shut up. He was genuinely enjoying their talk, something that almost never happened. Normally, he saw conversations like this as a necessary prelude to fucking—but this one was enjoyable in and of itself. 

It certainly helped that the woman he was talking to was a vision of loveliness. Even though her dress showed off her large, firm breasts, Ian wound up unable to look away from her dazzling blue eyes. Even when their dessert came, he was scarcely able to tear himself away from her gaze.

"You okay, babe?" she asked him, her brow furrowed in concern. 

Her question caught Ian off guard. "Yeah, of course—why?"

"Because you've been staring at me without saying anything for five minutes."

Ian felt his face get hot. "Uh... sorry?" he stammered. 

Jess tittered briefly. "It's fine, babe. What were you thinking about?"

Ian looked away, a bit shyly, and said "I wasn't really thinking of anything. I was just enjoying being with you." 

Now, it was Jess's turn to blush. "That's so sweet. I like being with you too." The two of them locked eyes, and Ian's breath quickened. Ian looked away first, but Jess was the first to speak. "Well... so..." she said, searching for some way to restart the conversation. "So, what are we going to do after this?" 

Ian—grateful for the chance to change the subject—replied, "I was thinking we'd hit a bar, get a few drinks, maybe a bit of dancing? Then back to my place or yours." Jess nodded thoughtfully. 

"We can't go to my place... my room is a disaster." 

"All right, then, my place it is. Kyle will be there, you know." Jess's jaw dropped open in mock surprise. Ian continued, "I wonder how long it'll take for the little shit to realize that you're the woman who's been keeping him awake."

"One of the women, you mean," answered Jess, playfully.

Ian shook his head. "Nope. Just you for a few months now."

"Oh? You don't have anyone else keeping those balls of yours from getting all full and backed up?" 

"You're all I need, little lady." Ian's face fell as he realized what he had just said. The words hung in the air between them for a long, frozen moment. Jess looked gobsmacked, and Ian felt a chill wash over him, as if he'd just made a huge mistake.

But then her features softened, and her hand sought out his on the tabletop. When their fingers touched, he took her hand in his, and she said, sweetly, "You're all I need too, Sir." Relief broke over Ian like a wave, and a wide, boyish grin appeared on his face.

"You know," Jess said, "we could skip dancing and drinks and just go back to your place." Ian did something then that surprised her—and surprised him even more. He shook his head no.

"Nah, I want to give you a night on the town." As he said it, he realized it was true—he wasn't just taking her out as a way to charm her into dropping her panties. Hell, he knew from past experience that all he had to do to get Jess in bed was ask. He didn't even always need to ask; a word, or a glance, could do the trick.

"Well, a night out on the arm of a charming gentleman—what more could a lady want?" Jess asked rhetorically. Then she looked down at their dessert, and added "I think we should finish this and head out. When we get to the club, I'll show you how I like to dance for my man." She winked at him seductively.

The two of them finished their dessert, paid, and left. After a short trip, they wound up at one of the few nightclubs in their small college town. It was crowded—the shortage of night-life in their town meant that many students wound up here most evenings. Almost as soon as they arrived, Jess started swaying with the music, her hips swinging from side to side hypnotically as she strode out onto the dance floor. Ian followed, led on like an animal on a leash, unable to keep away from her. They wound up in the middle of a crowd of dancing students.

The rest of the night was kind of a blur to Ian. He remembered feeling Jess grinding against him, her dark hair falling in front of her face. At some point, they'd made their way to the center of the dance floor, and she'd run her hand up his inner thigh and found his cock, squeezing it through his pants briefly before retreating. They'd found a corner where they'd made out, her in his arms and her shoulders against the wall. 

Both of them were a bit drunk and giddy with excitement when they returned to Ian's dorm, sometime after midnight. Ian was holding Jess's hand, leading her through his building to his hall, and she was laughing at something or other. They got to the hall that housed his room and Kyle's, and he shushed her, a bit melodramatically, drawing another brief titter from Jess. She got herself under control, and he pushed open the door and together they darted down the hall to his room. 

The music he'd left on was still playing when they entered. Jess saw how he'd turned the speakers to the wall he shared with Kyle. She waggled a finger at him. "Bad boy, tormenting my boyfriend like this." She shook her head in mock disappointment.

Ian gave her a guilty little smirk. "Guess I should turn off the music, huh?" Jess shook her head and went over to the speakers, turning the volume down somewhat before turning them back to the room. 

"Do you remember what was playing the first time I danced for you?" she asked.

"Of course."

"Put it on."

Ian turned and, after a quick flurry of clicks, set his computer to playing the song in question. Then he sat down, in the same chair he'd been using during their first encounter, when Jess had danced for him, stripping off her shirt before stroking him off. It was that incident that had led to everything else that had happened between them. Ian had replayed the scene in his mind countless times since then, when Jess wasn't around. And now, as her hips started to sway in time with the music, he felt his heart beat faster, seemingly matching the bass beat.

Jess turned away from him, her hands running up the sides of her little black dress, tugging the hem up just a bit, showing off more of her creamy thighs. "Did I ever tell you what happened after I ran out of here?" she asked him, throwing him a sly little look over her shoulder. 




Roommate Relations Ch. 05



"No. I figured you ran home and got cleaned up."

She turned again, her hands leaving her sides, letting her dress fall. Jess straddled him where he was sitting, her hips gyrating inches above him, her arms on his shoulders. "I did run home. And I did shower. But before I did—" she brought her lips close to his ear "—I ate up some of your delicious cum. I didn't even know I was doing it. And I was so turned on, baby, I had to go back to wimpy little Kyle and beg him to fuck me."

Ian couldn't speak. He was stone-still in his chair, his hands on the armrests, as Jess swung one leg up over his and sat on his lap, grinding her ass into his aching erection. She turned a bit further, facing away from him again, and leaned back against his broad chest, and continued her story.

"When I came back, you had found some stupid little slut and were fucking her so good. She didn't deserve you, babe. I danced for him too, letting her screams be my music. And do you know what?" Ian twitched his head, seemingly unable to muster and further response. "Kyle couldn't even get hard. Even when I stripped bare and ground my naked pussy against his leg, leaving a little snail trail, he stayed limp and useless."

She brought her hands up and pressed her tits together, making them bulge. Ian couldn't look away from the incredible cleavage on display or the way her nipples poked up through the thin black cloth of her dress. Then she slid them down her body, down her flat stomach and between her thighs. She quivered and let out a little moan as her hands dipped under her dress and lightly grazed her sodden pussy.

Jess pulled her panties to the side and slipped a finger inside herself, then brought it up to Ian's face, where he could see it glisten with her honey. She moved it back and forth in front of him, watching as his eyes tracked the little morsel—before snatching it away and licking it clean herself, bringing a frustrated grunt from him. Then Jess spread her legs, balancing on his lap, and said, "I even spread myself for him like this, and let him watch while I finger-fucked myself. I fucked myself there on his bed, and he came without me ever touching him. But it was okay, because I wasn't thinking about him."

As she spoke, she had once again slid a finger into her dripping slit, and now a second one joined it. "The whole time, I was listening to you fuck that random slut." Her hips started to gyrate as she sat on his lap. "And I was remembering how big and hard you were, and how much you came." She purred like a cat and added another finger, three fingers now plunging in and out of her. "And I imagined being the girl underneath you, pinned to the mattress and impaled on that perfect cock." Her back arched, and she turned her head to look in Ian's eyes. "And I..." she trailed off, as her breath quickened and her eyes fluttered and her cunt spasmed around her fingers.

Ian seized the moment and kissed her, hard and passionate, swallowing up her little ecstatic noises, as Jess quivered and quaked in orgasm on his lap. She rolled onto her side, trusting him to support her as she brought her legs together and curled up, her head on his shoulder, his arm around her back. She held up her fingers to him again, now thoroughly coated in her juices, and offered them to him wordlessly. He sucked each one clean, savoring her taste, and when he was done she let her hand rest on his chest, idly tracing out little designs with her fingers. 

"What did you do that night?" she asked.

"Well, little lady, I think you heard what I was doing. But you know what?" He kissed her again, gently, as she shifted and settled closer to him. "I was imagining I was doing it with you the whole time."

"I gave you a demonstration, you know."

Ian's arm went under her legs, and he rose from his chair, picking her up like a child. "You don't need one. I gave her a rough, nasty fuck, and you know what that's like. I want tonight to be different." He set her down gently. "Turn around."

Jess obeyed, and he unzipped her dress and brushed the straps off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. She turned again; Jess hadn't worn a bra, so without her dress she was nearly naked. All she had on were her heels, her silver jewelry, and her tiny black thong, with its ribbons on either hip. She reached out and untucked his shirt, pulling it up as far as she could before he took over, taking it off and tossing it to the side. She let her hand rest flat, palm down, on his sculpted chest as he undid his belt and let his pants and boxers fall to the floor.

Ian gently pulled Jess to him, his hand resting on her back just above her ass. She looked up at him, her sapphire eyes wide and sparkling in the dim light. Her full lips were parted, just slightly, as they gazed into each others' eyes. Ian could feel his cock swelling, becoming tumescent up against Jess's flat, firm belly. Ian cupped Jess's chin and turned her face up toward his, and then he moved to kiss her, gently, their lips barely grazing each other. Jess gave a small sigh, her eyes fluttering closed, and he kissed her again, more firmly. 

His lips moved south from there; Jess tilted her head, baring her neck and throat, and he made a trail of light little kisses down the side of her neck to her collarbone. The hand resting on her back moved down as well, gripping one of her firm, perky ass cheeks and kneading it gently. Her nipples were hard and brushed against his muscular chest.

Ian led her over to his bed, and Jess crawled onto it, her ass toward him, swaying side to side, her little black thong covering up her dripping slit and tight rosebud. She looked back over her shoulder at him. "Like the little bows, baby? Want to unwrap your present?" Ian leaned in and kissed her ass, first on the left cheek, then the right, before moving up and gripping the waistband of her thong in his teeth. He started to worry at it, tugging it down to mid-thigh before releasing it and moving up, giving Jess's bared cunny a long lick. His tongue was flat and broad as it went the length of her slit, up to her asshole, which he teased, pointing his tongue and running around the rim of that tight ring of muscle.

Then he started to feast on her. His tongue snaked out from between his lips, sliding past hers, letting him taste her honey. He buried his face in her cunt, fluttering his tongue over her bud, making it dart in and out of her slit, moving up to do the same to her tight little rosebud. Ian lapped up Jess's juices as they flowed from her, and her arms started to quiver as the sensation overwhelmed her.

Jess let her head drop, until her face was pressed up against Ian's cool silk sheets—which, she realized somewhat dreamily, were new. Her ass stayed in the air as Ian devoured her, his tongue lashing at her sensitive spots. He had craned his neck back and knelt to get under her and captured her clit between his lips, sucking gently on it, humming and sending little quivering vibrations through her whole body. He released it, only so he could blow hot air, then cool air over her bud, making her shiver.

"Please, baby, please fuck me," she whined. "I need it so bad." But Ian kept eating her out, tormenting her with quick, light kisses, little flicks of the tongue, small caresses from his long, strong fingers. Jess's started to rock back and forth, and her hips started to gyrate, making small circles in the air, and Ian had to shift accordingly to keep contact.

Ian stayed there, licking and sucking and kissing, until Jess's pleas got loud enough to be heard next door. "Fuck me, finger me, shove something inside me, do whatever you want—just make me cum!" she wailed. Ian couldn't suppress a little chuckle from where he was, down behind her raised ass.

After a few more minutes of teasing—during which Jess whimpered and whined, as he kept her on the precipice without letting her go over—Ian rolled her onto her back, gently. She instantly pulled her panties off the rest of the way, dropping them onto Ian's bed beside her. Jess spread her legs wide, gripping her ankles in her hands, her drenched cunt hot and aching with need, exposed fully to Ian for him to do with as he pleased. "Please..." she whimpered.

Ian crawled forward until his cock hung, hard and heavy, over her needy cunny, the swollen head just grazing her lips. She rolled her hips, trying desperately to take him inside her, but he held himself away, keeping her from what she wanted—needed. He looked her in the eye, where tears were gathering, so great was her need.

And then, finally, Ian entered her. Jess's breath left her explosively, as she wailed "FUCK! Fuck me, you FUCKING GOD!" She was cumming before he'd gotten half his length in her—Ian's expert tease had kept her on the verge for so long; she was on a hair trigger by the time he slid inside her slick cunt. Ian had to push himself in order to squeeze his swollen cock into her clenching cunt.

Jess let go of her ankles and reached up. She pulled Ian down to her, her hands on his shoulders. "You made me cum so good," she said, and kissed him. It was a quick but intense kiss, their lips pressed together fiercely for a long moment. Her eyes were shining when the kiss ended. "Do it again."

Ian gave her a wide grin and replied, "Aye aye, ma'am." He darted in quickly for another brief kiss, then lifted himself up again on his arms. From this position, he could get his legs and back into it, and in a matter of moments he was driving himself into her pussy hard and fast. Not for the first time, Ian reveled in the feeling of her hole wrapped snugly around him, tight but still yielding. Jess grabbed her ankles again, keeping her legs spread wide so he could pound her pussy as hard as he wanted—and after the way she'd teased him earlier in the night, that was quite hard.

The bed started to creak in protest—for a moment, Ian flashed back to their first fuck, in this same room, which had been so primal and rough that it had cracked the bed frame and made the mattress collapse to the floor. Jess was looking up at him, her eyes wide, her tits bouncing vigorously with each puissant stroke. Each time he bottomed out in her, she gave a short, sharp gasp, as if he was fucking the air out of her lungs. But she didn't ask him to stop, or slow down, or fuck her less powerfully. In fact, she just hissed, "That's right, Sir—fuck your pussy as hard as you want. She can take it."

Her words whipped Ian into a bestial frenzy. He bellowed, loudly, and pulled out of Jess's cunt. She whined--"No, no, no, please don't stop, Sir!" Ian grabbed at her arms and dragged her almost entirely off the bed. Her ass was still perched precariously on the edge, but her shoulders and back were in the air, unsupported. He lowered her, quickly but carefully, to the ground. Jess got the idea and put her hands on her lower back, supporting her weight on her shoulders and lifting her ass up off the bed. Then Ian stepped into the gap and angled his prick down, pointing it directly at her entrance, before driving it home.

Jess squealed on the first powerful, pile-driver thrust. That was all she could remember for some time—everything else was lost in a haze of orgasmic pleasure. Ian, on the other hand, got to watch as she came, her eyes fluttering, her chest flushed, her juices flowing from her drenched pussy and trickling down her flat stomach. She was normally very vocal while she came, but this time Jess's squeals and screams were lost; her mouth was open, but almost no sound came out, her vocal cords seemingly paralyzed by pleasure.

Ian filled the silence. "Is this what you wanted, little lady? To cum like crazy on my cock?" She kept twitching and gasping, her pussy seizing up around him. "Have you ever been fucked like this before?" He practically spat the question at her. Jess couldn't answer, couldn't even really make out that he was talking. But his words touched some animalistic part of her brain, some ancient part of her that craved this kind of treatment.

He kept pounding at her, driving her into the floor, until she found her voice. "Oh, god! Ian, you're a fucking king!" she shouted. "Fuck me better than my boyfriend ever could!" That's when the knocking started from next door, as Kyle banged on the wall. His shouts could just barely be heard over Jess's moans and the loud music. 

"Come on, man!" he screamed. "I just need one night! Mother fucker!" 

It was Jess who spoke next. "Shut the fuck up!" It made Ian freeze for a moment, and Jess seemed shocked with herself—this was the first time she'd ever replied to one of Kyle's rants like this. There was silence from next door. It was a tense time, and Ian thought Kyle might, finally, have realized what his unfaithful girlfriend had been doing all these months.

But then Kyle shouted back, "Fuck you, you dumb bitch!" 

That seemed to enrage Jess. She reached up to Ian, and he took her hands and swung her up off the floor. She wrapped her legs around him and started to bounce up and down in his arms. "Turn around," she whispered. He did, letting her face the wall. She screamed over his shoulder. "Oh, Ian! You're the best! My boyfriend is a fucking loser compared to you!" Jess was really laying it on thick; when she said 'boyfriend' she practically spit out the word, as if it had left a bad taste in her mouth.

And she wasn't done hurling abuse. "You fuck my pussy so good, Ian! I want it in my ass next!" Ian stepped backward a few steps, until his shoulders were up against the wall and he was leaning against it at an angle. Jess was riding him in this standing position, harder and faster than she'd ever done before. "Hear that, shithead?" she asked Kyle through the wall. "He's going to fuck my ass as hard as he wants and I'm going to scream my head off! Oh, Ian, beat up my pussy! Ruin it for my fucking boyfriend!"

Kyle kept pounding the wall and shouting back at Jess, but his words were lost in the noise as Ian and Jess continued their athletic coupling. Ian could feel his back and thighs burning as he supported Jess while she bounced wildly on his cock. Her large, firm breasts dragged against his sculpted torso as she rode him. All her weight came down on him over and over, and some small part of him said a silent prayer of thanks for all the time he'd spent in the gym. 

Ian could feel the first tell-tale twitches, the way certain muscles started to contract, his balls pulling up and tightening as he prepared to unload. Jess noticed as well; she sped up and squeezed him with her cunt. "You want to fucking cum, big boy? Fucking unload in my pussy?" she snarled, loudly, mostly for Kyle's benefit. He couldn't reply; it was all Ian could do to keep upright. "Do it, fucker—cum in me. Cum... with... me!" Her voice wavered and broke as she came, her tight pussy clenching around him, and he joined her, jettisoning his load up into her depths.

Jess wailed and moaned as she came, and Ian grunted and groaned in counterpoint. He started to slip down the wall, still cumming, as Jess slumped against his broad chest, shivering, her mind and body overloaded by pleasure. The two of them wound up on the floor, Ian half-leaning up against the wall, Jess tangled up around him, both of them breathing hard and holding each other close.

Ian looked down, and saw Jess looking up at him, her eyes shining in the dim light of the room. She shimmied her way up his chest—the movement doing some fascinating things below his waist at the same time—and kissed him, her tongue exploring his mouth. He was taken aback for a moment, caught off guard by her aggression, but yielded to her, returning the kiss with equal fervor. Jess moved away first, her lips moving across his cheek toward his ear. He could feel them just grazing the lobe as she whispered, "I wasn't kidding about wanting it in the ass next." 

That sent a surge of blood through Ian's flagging erection. He pulled himself away from the wall and rose, lifting Jess's smaller body up with him, and after two long strides deposited her on her back on his bed. "Ready?" he asked her, and she nodded. Ian looked down and lined up his swollen rod with his target. A little off-white trickle ran down from her pussy over her asshole. His cock was soaked in their mixed juices, but he didn't want to hurt her. Jess seemed to read his mind and reached over to his nightstand and rummaged through a drawer, coming back with a small bottle of lube.

He took the bottle from her and squirted a generous helping of the slick fluid over his shaft and her ass, darkening his blue bed sheets where he missed. Jess shuddered when the cool liquid touched her sensitive skin. Her hips were gyrating and she looked up at him, her need for him clear in her eyes.

Ian grasped his lubed prick in one hand and pushed forward. Jess's ass was as tight and hot as it was the first time he'd taken her there, the night he'd claimed her anal virginity. She squealed and one hand darted between her legs, her fingers playing with her button and dipping into her cunt. When they came out they were shiny with their mixed juices and trailed thin streamers of cum and cunt-honey. "Fuck me, Sir! Fuck my ass!" she yelled, loud enough for Kyle to hear next door and bringing a fresh round of noise as he pounded on the wall once again.

The noise made no impact on Ian. He was wholly engrossed in the feeling of Jess's ass wrapping tight around him. It gripped him like a vise; even if he hadn't been concerned for Jess's well-being, he'd have had to go slow in taking it. It was simply too tight for him to just mindlessly shove his cock inside without hurting himself.

That didn't seem to stop Jess from wrapping her legs around his waist and digging in with her heels, using them like spurs to pull him further inside her. "I want every inch, Sir, every fucking inch of your fat fucking cock in my ass!" Her hips bucked up swallowing up a bit more of his length. Ian leaned forward, his hands on the bed on either side of her head, and looked into her sparkling blue eyes as he bulled his way in, spreading that tight channel open. Jess bit her lower lip, holding back a moan for as long as she could. Then he felt his balls make contact with her firm cheeks, and she could hold back no more. "Fuuuuuuuck, you're so huge in my tiny ass!"

She reached up and grabbed his hair, tugging her down to him and kissing him deeply. When the kiss ended, she whispered, "I want you to be as rough as you want tonight. Make me your toy." The thought made Ian's heart race.

He levered himself back up on his arms, his hands closed into fists, his weight on his knuckles. He raised his hips up and back, half his length coming free from her asshole. Then he let himself drop, gravity doing its work to assist him as his shaft plunged deep into her. The bed groaned and creaked, shuddering from the impact, but its sounds were almost completely drowned out by Jess's wail of pleasure tinged with pain.

Ian once again raised himself up, further this time, and once again let himself fall. Jess's screams continued as his pelvic bone ground against her, mashing her fingers into her clit. He felt the flood of warmth around him as she came, her juices flowing from her and soaked his groin. She took her hand away as Ian lifted himself once more, instead cupping her breast and tweaking her nipple. Each time Ian raised up, more of his length came free of Jess's clenching asshole. And each time he thrust down into her with more power, impaling her, plunging deep into her core. 

Kyle's protests from next door quieted; instead of the rapid pounding and barely-heard yelling, now all that came through the wall was a single regular thud as he banged his fist (or perhaps his head) against the wall, the sound a counterpoint to the rhythmic noises Ian and Jess were making.

Jess grunted each time Ian slammed down into her, her breath driven out of her lungs by his powerful thrusts. But before long her grunts turned into words. "Fuck... me... harder... big... dicked... bastard..." Ian snarled and withdrew until only the very end of his cock was lodged inside her. He paused there, at the apex, and then put everything he had into his next thrust.




Roommate Relations Ch. 06



This story deals with betrayal, cheating, and infidelity. If that's not what you like, then you'll probably want to read a different story. This chapter was originally intended to be part of chapter 5, but the scenes in chapter 5 wound up running long and so I split it in two.

If you're one of the people who has expressed concern for the way Kyle's been treated, then you might want to skip this one, because this time we get to see how bad things are for him, in some respects. And if you're the person reposting these stories on other sites without permission, kindly eat a bowl of needles.

As ever, many thanks to the reader who proposed the idea for the story and whose input has helped guide me as I wrote. Thanks, as well, to all the other fans who've had kind words for my writing.

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Headknocker

Kyle lifted his head from his desk and rubbed his bleary eyes. Someone was shaking his shoulder and talking to him. He batted the hand away and mumbled something unintelligible. His head hurt, and his neck and back were stiff and sore. Belatedly, he realized that the person talking to him was his girlfriend, Jess.

"Are you okay, baby?" she asked, her face displaying nothing but concern.

He mumbled something in reply—his tongue felt like it was swollen, and his mouth was dry. Jess had thought ahead, though, and offered him a glass of water, which he accepted gratefully. Kyle downed the water quickly, and tried again to answer her question. "I'm fine, Jess. I must have fell asleep at my desk."

Jess stepped behind him and started to rub his shoulders. Her hands felt glorious, and Kyle felt the knots and tension in him draining away. He tried to think of the last time Jess had touched him like this, and was mildly alarmed to realize he couldn't recall. But then again, his memory, like most everything in his life, seemed to be coming apart, thanks to his asshole roommate Ian.

Last night had been especially bad. First had come the music—loud, pounding music, from speakers that seemed to be set right against the wall. Kyle left the room, as he often did when Ian was playing his music, and went to the library. But when the library closed he had nowhere to go. He'd fallen out with most of his friends, thanks to his ever-worsening temper and increasingly odd sleep habits (and while he didn't want to admit it, his declining standards of personal hygiene didn't help). Jess wasn't around. He walked around the campus for a while, but people were giving him odd looks, and so after a stop by Jess's dorm (no one had seen her for hours) he gave up and went home.

Ian's music was still going when it made it back to his room. It was a small comfort when Ian finally came home with his newest conquest; they turned down the music, but then the fucking started. And this time, it was especially loud fucking. When Kyle banged on the wall, begging Ian to leave off for just one night, it was Ian's partner who had yelled abuse back at him. The two of them continued on well into the night, the noises from their energetic coitus even overcoming the earplugs Kyle had bought (he'd bought some noise-canceling headphones, too, but the first pair vanished and Ian stepped on the second).

Kyle eventually groaned in disgust and left; he wound up wandering around town until he found a bar, where he drank until he could barely stand and was thrown out at last call. Everything else was a blur; he somehow made it back to his room, but he had no idea how or when. And now he was feeling the effects of the worst hangover of his life, combined with sleep deprivation, the net result being that Kyle felt like God had kicked him in the balls. 

But Jess's hands on his shoulders felt good; after a few minutes, and another glass of water, he felt almost human. That's when he realized that Jess was dressed to the nines, in a red halter top that bared more cleavage than she usually displayed and a short black skirt that would give anyone behind her quite a show if she bent at the waist. Jess had been dressing sexier lately, but this was a bit much even for her, and Kyle was just about to ask her about it when she said, "We've still got some time before we need to get to the party. Why don't you hop in the shower and clean yourself up?"

Then he remembered: Jess had been invited to a frat party tonight by one of Ian's meathead asshole friends. The arrogant douchebag had just ignored Kyle entirely, but Jess asked if it was okay for her to bring him along, and the guy—a bit reluctantly, Kyle thought—said yes. Kyle just knew that the asshole had wanted to get Jess alone and try to seduce her. Recently he'd found himself getting increasingly jealous, and even found himself harboring suspicions about Jess's fidelity. But the way she insisted he come along with her helped calm his fears quite a bit. After all, if his girlfriend was cheating on him, why would she want him along at the party?

Kyle rose up out of his chair and promptly fell against his desk—his legs had gone to sleep during the night. Jess stifled a giggle and Kyle felt a flash of hot anger, which he quickly squelched. It was funny, he thought to himself. She wasn't putting him down; it was a good-natured laugh, he reminded himself. And it mostly worked. 

His second attempt to get on his feet was more successful. He rooted around in his dresser and closet looking for clothing that was both clean and appropriate and found none. He settled for a pair of jeans he had only worn twice and a t-shirt that mostly fit—his recent weight gains had left him short on clothes.

Overall, he didn't look like someone who'd be going out with a girl like Jess. He was a tubby, bland looking guy, in his ill-fitting t-shit and his slightly grubby jeans, with his shaggy brown hair and dull brown eyes. Jess, in contrast, looked like the kind of woman who should be on the arm of a movie star; she was petite but busty, and her skin practically glowed with life. Men had all but drowned in the limpid blue pools of her eyes.

But somehow he'd managed to land her and keep her, or at least that's what he thought. Kyle resolved to make tonight a fun night for Jess and offered her his arm. She took it, a cute little smile on her face, and they set out for the party.

They walked across the campus to Greek Row, where most of the frat houses were. It was clear which one was hosting the party—people were hanging out on the lawn, the front porch, scattered around the side in small knots. It wasn't too loud, but it was crowded. Kyle found himself scanning the crowd, looking for familiar faces and finding almost none. Certainly, none of the people he recognized were friends.

Jess also looked out on the crowd, but she was looking for one person in particular: Ian. He told her he'd be there, and she hoped that they'd be able to sneak away for a furtive encounter in one of the house's many bedrooms. But she didn't see him among the people gathered around outside. Jess turned to Kyle and said, "Let's go inside and get some drinks." Kyle nodded warily and the two of them pushed past a group of people milling around the door.

Inside, there was music and dancing and more people that Kyle didn't recognize. Jess seemed to know plenty of them, both men and women; she waved across to room to a pair of girls, got stopped by a pair of guys—favoring them with a dazzling smile—and exchanged quick greetings with a half-dozen other people, all before they'd gone twenty feet.

Jess and Kyle made slow progress through the house to the common room, where a bar had been set up. Music was playing throughout the house, and people were dancing anywhere they could find space; around the edges of each room, there were people talking excitedly to one another. 

The trouble started when they got to the bar.

Kyle had kept Jess on his arm possessively as they'd navigated their way through the crowd—which hadn't made things easier for them. But when they got close to their destination, she gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Get me a beer, please, honey?" she asked, and slipped away to go say hi to someone she recognized. 

He made his way through the press of bodies around the bar, getting jostled by frat boys and others. It took him a few minutes to find his way up to the bar proper, and a few minutes more before he could get the bartender's attention. And Kyle found himself getting increasingly angry during the whole ordeal. He suspected that some of the people who'd bumped into him had done it intentionally, and he was certain the bartender (a cute blonde girl, with a bottle opener on her belt buckle) had seen him and was ignoring him.

But eventually he got two beers, one for him and one for Jess. He turned and made his way back out of the crowd—a bit of the beer wound up sloshing out of the cup and on his hands, but he couldn't do anything about it until he found Jess and got a hand free. She was initially nowhere to be seen, but he could hear her laughing; he looked around, and eventually spotted her.

Jess was talking to Ian, the man who'd been tormenting Kyle all year. She was laughing, her head thrown back, her blue eyes sparkling. Her hand was resting lightly on his chest. He had a cocky little smirk on his face. Kyle started making his way toward them as Ian bent down and whispered something into Jess's ear. She gasped and pushed away from him, playfully. Jess didn't seem to notice Kyle's approach, but Ian did—he even gave Kyle a mocking wink as he kept whispering to Jess. Jealous anger flared in Kyle's breast and he pushed in between a dancing couple, glowering at Ian and Jess.

"Hey, roomie," said Ian as Kyle approached. Jess turned and beamed at her boyfriend, gratefully reaching out to take one of the beers. But then Ian grabbed the other one from Kyle's hand—he was too shocked and angry to resist. "Thanks, chief," Ian said, and took a drink. Jess took a drink as well, mainly to hide her own smirk at seeing her lover bully her nominal boyfriend.

Kyle sputtered in inarticulate anger as Ian drank his beer. "Listen, asshole..." He didn't get much farther as Ian narrowed his eyes, and Kyle remembered that Ian was much bigger than him, and seemed to be all muscle where Kyle was decidedly not.

So Kyle turned his anger on Jess. "What the hell are you doing talking to this shithead?" he shouted. "And flirting with him?" He grabbed her wrist, pulling her away from Ian and starting to walk away. He kept ranting, increasingly incoherently. "You know what he's put me through all year. He's made my life hell and you're acting like you want to fuck him right here in front of everybody!"

Jess wriggled out of his grasp. "What's wrong with you? We were just talking!" People were starting to take notice; some were staring. Ian was making his way over to the arguing couple as well, wading through the crowd with ease.

"You were touching him!" Kyle retorted. "You were practically groping him."

"So? I can touch who I want. It doesn't mean anything. You're acting crazy."

"You're acting like a whore!"

Jess's eyes went wide. Kyle froze, mortified. Everyone was staring. "I'm sorry, babe," he said, his temper quickly cooling. "I didn't mean it." Her lip trembled, and tears appeared at the corners of her eyes. She turned and ran out, the crowd parting for her. Kyle watched her go—and so did Ian.

Kyle spun on his heel and found himself face-to-face (face-to-torso, really) with Ian. Ian pushed him, and Kyle staggered back a step. "You made a big mistake there, asshole," Ian said. "You think you can get another girl like that? You're throwing away the best thing in your life." Kyle just stared at Ian for a moment, dumbstruck.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" he shouted in reply. "You've been fucking with me all year, and now you want to give me advice?" He pushed Ian, or at least tried to, but only ended up forcing himself back half a step.

Ian went very still and said, quietly, "Don't touch me again."

Kyle glared at Ian, his futile rage burning inside him. "Fuck off," he said, and turned to go after Jess. He stormed off in the direction she went, but he had no idea where she went once she was out of sight, so he instead spent twenty long, unpleasant minutes sidling around on the outskirts of the party, looking for her. He called her, several times, but it went through to voice mail each time. His texts didn't draw out any responses either

As the evening wore on, Kyle felt worse and worse about his behavior. His anger cooled and was replaced by shame, and then fear. What if he'd ruined things? Ian, while a class-A dickhead, hadn't been wrong; Jess was the best thing in Kyle's life.

He gave up looking for her and went back to the bar. Six beers later, he was slumped over the side of a chair in the main room, lost in a drunken stupor. That's when Jess found him.

And Ian was with her.

His arm was around her shoulders. It looked like she might have been crying; her makeup had been wiped away, although a few traces remained. Her top and skirt were slightly askew. Kyle looked up at her from his drink and saw the way Ian was holding her, and his rage returned in a flash.

Kyle got up, tottering unsteadily as the alcohol went to his head. He pointed an accusatory finger at the pair—though he couldn't quite keep it steady, and the tip of his finger bobbed and weaved, pointing first at Ian, then Jess, and sometimes off into space. "What the hell are you doing with her, asshole?" he shouted. The party once again came to a halt; people cleared away, making space for the arguing trio.

"I was telling her to come back and try to make peace. So shut the fuck up." 

Jess stepped away, shrugging off Ian's arm. "Baby, please... Ian's just trying to help. We're friends. I know you hate him, but that doesn't mean I have to hate him too." She took another step and took Kyle's hand, gently folding his outstretched finger and clasping his hand in hers. "Let's make up and go home."

Kyle was confused, drunk, and angry. Some part of him knew that the wise decision here was to swallow his pride, apologize, and leave. But that part wasn't running the show. He yanked his hand away from Jess. "No. You're taking his side, and you know how terrible he is. If you love me, you won't keep defending him."

"I'm not defending him!"

"You are! Hell, you're probably sleeping with him!"

Jess looked aghast. "Are you really accusing me of cheating on you?"

"Why not? You flirt with him. You dress like a slut. You take his side."

Ian stepped in. "Look, man. Your girl isn't sleeping with me. Don't think I haven't asked."

That pushed Kyle over the edge. He spun to face Ian, teeth bared in a grimace, and took a wild swing. He caught Ian off guard, and his fist collided with Ian's jaw. Kyle learned something then: punching someone in the face is an easy way to hurt your hand. He clutched his split knuckles and hissed in pain. 

He was waving his hand, trying to shake some feeling back into it, and looking down at the injured appendage—which is why he was caught off guard when Ian returned the favor. Ian moved quickly, his right hand coming straight on in a boxer's cross. There was a crack as Kyle's nose broke; two streams of blood flooded down his face. Kyle toppled over like a felled tree.

For a moment, everyone was still. The only sound was the music, still playing even though the party had ground to a halt. Ian knelt and hoisted Kyle's limp body over his shoulder, carrying him like a sack of potatoes. "I'll take him home," he said, speaking loud enough to be heard over the music. "He'll be fine in the morning."

He left, then, Kyle slung over his shoulder, and Jess followed.

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Passing the Time

(A few minutes after Jess runs off, in a bedroom upstairs in the frat house, before Kyle gets punched)

"How long should we give it before we go out to him?"

"Half an hour should do it. He's a cheap date."

"Call it forty minutes, just to be safe."

"Well, then... how shall we pass the time?" Jess's voice dropped into a purr as she turned toward Ian, a wicked smile on her face. He was standing in the center of the bedroom, a few feet in front of the double bed tucked away in the corner. 

They were upstairs, in one of the bedrooms of the frat house. Jess had put on a masterful performance, running off crying when Kyle had insulted her. Ian waited a few moments and followed, after telling Kyle off. And now they were together again, waiting for Kyle to drown himself in drink before they went back down to continue the show.

She clicked the lock on the door and walked toward Ian, her hips swaying seductively. "You were very mean to him," she said. "I suppose I should be upset at you messing with my boyfriend like that." She gently pushed him back, and he sat down on the bed. Jess got on with him and knee-walked around behind him, draping herself over his broad back. She nuzzled his neck, making her way up to give his earlobe a playful bite. "It doesn't make me angry," she continued. "It makes me hot. Does that make me a bad person?"

Ian closed his eyes and leaned back against Jess, feeling her breasts press against him. "I think we're both pretty bad, baby. But I wouldn't have it any other way." Jess let out a little moan and slithered around him, swinging a leg over his, so she wound up straddling him, her legs around his waist, her short black skirt riding up until it barely covered her pussy.

"I am bad," she purred. "I slipped off my panties before you got here. So lay back and let's have some fun." Ian smiled and did as she suggested, knowing full well that whatever she had planned would be immeasurably entertaining. Jess slid off of him, down onto her knees, and her nimble fingers deftly undid his belt.

She slid her hand into his opened fly, and it closed around Ian's half-hard shaft, still covered by his boxer briefs. Her eyes widened. "God, every time... you're so big. I never get used to this." Jess could feel his pulse as he swelled in her grasp. "Want a blowjob, sir? Or should we get right to fucking?"

"Dealer's choice."

She tugged his cock out from his fly, before it got too hard to come free, and popped the end into her mouth. Her tongue whirled around his thick head as she lavished attention on him. Ian folded his arms behind his head and luxuriated in the sensation of having a beautiful woman devote herself to pleasing him.

Jess sucked him until he was rock-hard, his prick standing up like a flagpole from out of his jeans. Then she climbed back up on the bed and straddled Ian once more, taking his cock in both hands and stroking slowly. "I'm going to ride you, stallion." She rocked her hips forward, until her cunt was up against his monolithic meat, and started to slide up and down slowly, coating the underside of the spit-slick shaft with a thin sheen of her pussy juice.

"You weren't kidding about being hot, little lady... you're drenched."

"It's your fault, sexy." She rose up and positioned Ian's pole right under her slit, and then dropped heavily on it. She yelped slightly—despite their many encounters, she was still too tight to take Ian easily. Even as wet and ready as she was, the shock of taking every inch of Ian's thickness in her all at once caused a twinge of pain.

But it was a good pain, and it came with that delicious sensation of being stretched that she'd come to love. She slowly settled into place, hips rocking gently, and Ian's hands came up to rest on her thighs. "Quiet, little lady," he said in a stage whisper. "Don't want people coming in to investigate. They might get the wrong idea."

"Oh?" she replied, leaning forward and putting her hands on Ian's broad chest. "I think they'd figure that there was a hot little cheating bitch fucking a big-dicked stud behind her boyfriend's back. And that would be... exactly... right..." As she trailed off, she started to rise and fall, slowly at first but quickly building speed.




Roommate Relations Ch. 06



Jess's skirt had ridden up around her waist by this point. If someone had come in the room, they'd have seen her pert ass as it bounced up and down, her cunt lips stretched thinly around Ian's impressive shaft, her skirt a thin band of black just above her hips, her long, dark hair dangling down in front of her over one shoulder and just brushing against Ian's chest. Her tits were practically spilling out of her tiny red shirt. The two lovers gazed deeply into each other's eyes, their mutual passion obvious to any observer. 

Ian rolled, and Jess laughed as she found herself underneath him. "I thought it was my choice," she said playfully. Ian didn't answer, but his hips rose and fell, and soon Jess's playful objections were lost as she started to writhe and moan underneath him.

"Quiet," he said again, and then he quieted her himself with a passionate kiss. Her arms came up and wrapped around his neck, holding him close as they kissed and her hips rolled and he drove into her like a piston. The bedsprings started to squeak, so Ian slowed, so that the only sounds in the room were the sounds of their breathing and the distant throb of the bass from the party coming through the floor. 

Jess wrapped her legs around Ian's waist, unwilling to let him go. Their kiss ended, but their embrace did not. Ian could feel Jess's hot breath against his ear as she whispered, "Fuck me, baby. Fuck me and send me back to Kyle with your cum dripping down my leg." He closed his eyes and focused on the feelings—of her legs as they encircled him, of her breasts crushed against his chest, of her lips grazing his earlobe as she continued to whimper and whisper more filthy things to him. And most of all, the feeling of her cunt gripping him like a velvet vice, her walls rippling around his shaft.

Normally, Ian and Jess fucked like demons. This was something different. Ian's thrusts were slow, measured. Each time, he speared Jess to her core, and she gasped and bit back ecstatic moans. The need for secrecy and silence compelled them to do this, to eschew the rough, almost violent sex and replace it with this intimate embrace. But even now, their need for each was clear; they hadn't even been able to undress before starting.

Ian's lips sought out Jess's, their hunger for each other demanding it. Their breath mingled, all the little sighs and moans blending as well in a euphonic symphony. Their hands roamed free, groping and gripping. Ian palmed one of Jess's firm breasts, her flesh yielding underneath him. He worked his hand under her top so he could feel her heat. Her hands ran up his sides, his back, her nails running across his shirt. She could feel his muscles moving, gathering, tensing, as he rhythmically worked in her, bringing them both closer to the inevitable moment of culmination.

They moved in sync. Ian's hips rose and fell, and Jess rolled hers under him. They grabbed and groped for each other. Jess's fingers dug into Ian's back, her nails leaving little crescent-shaped marks in his skin, under his shirt. Again, their lips found each other, and as they kissed, deeply and passionately, they came.

Ian exploded inside her. Jess trapped his lower lip between her teeth, biting down as she joined him in euphoric climax. Her cunt seemed to grip him in time with his ejaculations, squeezing him, wringing every last drop from him. They were both silent, apart from their raspy breathing; their eyes were closed, and for an endless moment the world shrunk, until all that remained was their intimate embrace.

When they returned to themselves, Ian rolled over, pulling out of Jess. Her hand went between her legs, cupping her pussy and keeping his cum from spilling out and staining her skirt. "Get my panties, baby?" she asked. Ian looked around, his cock still hanging out of his fly, and found her tiny black thong hanging over the lamp shade. He tossed it to her.

Jess pulled on her underwear and rose. "Mmmm, that was amazing. When we go back down to Kyle, you'll be dripping out of me." She walked over to Ian and dropped to her knees, taking his half-hard cock into her mouth. She closed her lips around him, her tongue swirling, grazing every inch of him, cleaning off their mixed juices. And when she was done, she kissed the very end of his shaft, leaving a red lip-print on him, and then carefully put him back in his pants. 

She stood back up and leaned against Ian, who took her into his arms and kissed the top of her head. "Think we've given your boyfriend enough time, babe?" he asked. 

"I think so. But we should make a plan."

"Go down together? That should get him good and angry. He makes a scene, you storm off."

"Sounds good to me."

-----

And so they returned, and Kyle did indeed get angry and make a scene. But things didn't go according to plan. Kyle had a bit more fight in him than expected, and he took a swing at Ian, and then things went downhill for him. The two of them wound up carrying his unconscious body back to the dorm he shared with Ian.

Ian dropped Kyle unceremoniously on the floor of his room. "This place is kind of a dump," he said. 

Jess stifled a giggle. "He doesn't get out much. You've really made things bad for him." 

"You aren't going to ask me to go easy on him?"

"I do feel sorry for him, sometimes. But... well, it's also kind of fun to see you push him around. At first, it was just fun playing around behind his back. Now, though, the way he hurts kind of gets me off." 

Ian rolled Kyle onto his back. The unconscious Kyle's limbs flopped bonelessly. His broken nose had swelled up, red and angry, and his eyes had blackened. Ian's punch had also split one of Kyle's lips. The bleeding had stopped, or at least slowed, but dried blood had crusted around Kyle's nostrils and lips. Overall, he looked like a raccoon that had its face kicked in. His breathing was steady, but he showed no signs of returning to consciousness any time soon.

Jess knelt by him and prodded his nose experimentally. Even while knocked out, he twitched when she poked at the no-doubt sensitive injury. "God, I shouldn't find this hot. But it was just so masculine, the way you floored him. Watching men fight over me... You were like a caveman," she said. She poked Kyle's nose again and continued. "One punch, ha! What a wuss." She rose. "Let's leave him here and go next door. It's a shame he won't be awake to hear it, but I need you to fuck me again right now."

Ian smirked at her; he had other ideas. He swept up Jess in his arms and carried her over to Kyle's bed. She let out a little yelp as he dropped heavily onto it, with her underneath him, catching his weight on his forearms and elbows to avoid crushing her. Ian's leg wormed its way between hers, forcing her to spread, his denim-clad thigh rough against her bare legs.

"So, you like me masculine? Like a caveman?" he said, his voice a guttural growl. Jess's heart beat faster, and she squeezed her legs around Ian's. When they'd fucked before, at the party, it had been tender, slow, intimate, even romantic. But this time Jess was in for something else, something rough and primal and savage.

Ian grabbed a fistful of Jess's hair, making her gasp at the sudden tingling pain. "I asked you a question," he said. "You want me to fuck you hard, in your fucking pissant boyfriend's bed?" Jess couldn't answer; a frisson of excitement ran through her at the way Ian took control, trapping her beneath him, mastered her in a way Kyle never could.

He slipped aside then, laying beside her, one hand still in her hair. His leg slipped away from hers, but before she could close her legs his left hand slid into place. She'd put her panties back on before Ian and Kyle had their fight (although calling it that was offering Kyle too much dignity), and Ian's hand cupped her mound possessively. "Mine," he growled, grinding the heel of his hand against her until her hips started rolling.

All Jess could do was look up at Ian's impassive face, her bright blue eyes glimmering. He moved his hand up and cupped one of her tits through the red halter top. "Mine," he repeated, digging his fingers into the firm but yielding flesh.

Next was her throat—his hand closed around her neck, although he didn't squeeze. He just repeated himself: "Mine." He didn't move either hand after that; instead, he kissed her, his hands keeping her locked in place as he slid his tongue past her parted lips, the kiss conveying his power and control as she melted under him, moaning softly.

When the kiss ended, Ian spoke once more, quietly: "Mine." And Jess shuddered, realizing that he spoke the truth, the she was his—and he was hers—in a way that Kyle couldn't claim. Ian and Jess were in sync and, as the saying goes, made for each other.

"How long do you think Kyle will be out?" she asked in a whisper.

"Long enough," Ian replied.

Jess reached down and hiked up her skirt. She tucked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and started to pull them down—but Ian stopped her. He pried her hands away and simply tore the panties off her, making her yelp slightly as the lacy fabric, damp with her juices and the cum that he'd left in her earlier, stretched and tore. He tossed the wispy scrap off the bed. It landed on Kyle's chest.

While Ian was doing that, Jess shucked off her top. She had not wore a bra, and as she dropped the red halter off the side of the bed she arched her back, showing off her perky D-cups as they rose proudly from her chest, jiggling slightly. She still had her heels on, and her skirt was bunched up around her waist. Ian sat up and doffed his shirt as well. Jess's hands wandered, feeling his powerfully built chest and firm abs. Her hands traveled south, finding his fly, which she undid hurriedly. Ian helped, wriggling out of his jeans and his underwear and kicking them off, together with his shoes.

Now they were both nude, or nearly so; they were flushed and breathing hard. Ian hooked one arm under her legs and lifted them up off the bed onto his shoulders, ducking his head underneath one leg so her ankles wound up by his ears. He leaned forward, making Jess bring her legs to her chest. She couldn't see what he was doing down below, but she felt the fat head of his prick grazing her cunt lips, sliding between her thighs for a moment before Ian got himself in place and his hips powered forward spearing her and making her cry out in pain and pleasure.

She reached out for him, her hands joining together around his neck, pulling him down, reveling in way this made the back of her thighs burn and stretch, the way it made him grind against her mound, the way it changed the angle of his thrusts, making him plunge even deeper into her core. She moved to kiss him, but at the last moment he resisted, entangling both his hands in her hair and keeping her from lifting herself off the bed to meet him. 

Their faces were inches apart, their breath mingling, as he worked inside her wordlessly. She looked up at him, pleadingly, her lower lip quivering slightly. He denied her, even as she strained against his grip, desperate to feel his lips on hers. He held her at bay, a mélange of sensations going through her—spikes of rapturous pleasure every time he hilted himself in her, a constant burn from her legs as he forced her up against her limits, tingling pain as she tried urgently to pull herself to him or him to her and he held her down by her hair.

She was close to tears when he relented. As his lips touched hers, she quivered and came. Her back arched. She spasmed around him. Her impassioned moans filled the room. Her hands raked down his broad back. She could feel herself writhing frantically underneath him. Her eyes fluttered closed and she drifted off into bliss, lost to the world.

When Jess came to, she was lying on her stomach, half-on Kyle's bed. Her legs dangled off the side limply, and her hands were being held behind her back. The bed was a mess; the sheets had tears in them and were crumpled and pulled partway off the bed. The blanket and pillows were nowhere to be seen. She craned her neck back and saw Ian, above and behind her, both her slender wrists held in one strong hand. He smiled down at her. "Welcome back to the land of the living, little lady. I thought you were going to snap your neck, the way you were going."

There was a dull ache coming from her pussy; it should have been unpleasant, but it wasn't. For Jess, it was a sign that she had been well-used by her man. What she could not feel was the telltale trickle of warm fluid running down her legs that was a sure sign that Ian had cum in her. "How long was I out?"

"Just a minute or so. When you stopped twitching I got you in position this way." 

"I hope you came too, baby," she said. "I don't know if I can go any longer after what you did to me."

"I didn't," Ian replied, "and you can." His voice betrayed nothing but iron-hard self-assurance. It made Jess shiver. He lined himself up behind her and went on, "I'm going to fuck you some more. When I'm done I'm going to pull out and fucking drench you, while your shithead boyfriend stays there on the floor." And that was that; Ian's pronouncement was clearly intended to be final.

He lined himself up, his shaft aimed straight at her, and gently nudged forward. Jess winced involuntarily as the contact sent a little bright flare of pain through her. Ian stopped instantly, not wanting to hurt her in this way. He could tell the difference between the desirable kind of pain, the kind that puts a bittersweet edge on pleasure, and the other kind, and this looked to him like the latter. 

Cautiously, he tried again, sliding inside her just slightly. This time, Jess sucked in sharply. Ian froze and pulled back. He took a perverse pride in the way she had stayed still for him; he had no doubt that if he wanted to fuck her now, she'd let him, and she'd do her best to make it good for him even if she found it agonizing. But he had no interest in that.

"I guess you weren't kidding," he muttered. He adjusted his aim, the tip of his shaft angling up slightly, and made one last attempt. This time, though, his cock—soaked with her juices—prodded at her asshole. She clenched for a moment, involuntarily, and then relaxed to his steady but insistent pressure. The thick head bulled its way inside, forcing her ass to yield and accept him.

Jess groaned as Ian split her, opening her up. He was the first and only man to take her this way, and while it had become a regular part of their sexual exploits she was still unable to become accustomed to him and his size. Each time, for her, felt like the first, like that day in her dorm room when he'd trained her ass with toys before claiming it. She'd improved; she could take him now without being drenched in lube, and he didn't have to painstakingly work for every inch. But there was always some pain, and that delicious feeling of fullness. The pain, though, was good—it was part of what she loved about the experience.

Ian, for his part, was always careful. Even when he was thoroughly consumed with lust, like he was now, he didn't go too far or too fast. He took his time, letting her get reacquainted with him. The only lube he had this time was spit and her juices, and even though he wanted to just make her take every inch of his shaft all in one go, he knew he couldn't do that without doing some damage to her—and it probably wouldn't be pleasant for him, either. So he took his time, steadily going deeper, fucking her with shallow strokes that let him slide in a few inches at a time.

Before either of them realized it, Ian's thrusts bottomed out. His sack made contact with her abused cunt, and she shuddered as it sent a brief burst of pain through her. "Fuck," she gasped, more out of surprise than from the actual sensation. "You fucked me too good earlier. I'm ruined."

Ian leaned over her. "You could never be ruined. You're perfect." She craned her neck back, turning her head to look at him, and he gave her a quick but passionate kiss. "Now get ready to get fucked some more."

That was the last thing he said for the rest of their torrid encounter. Once he'd hilted himself in Jess's tight asshole and she had a few moments to get acclimated to him, he started to fuck her harder and faster. His strokes lengthened until he was burying every inch inside her every time. Jess gathered up Kyle's blanket and bit down on it to muffle her screams—screams that were drawn from the waves of pleasure that crashed over her rhythmically and from the little spikes of pain she felt when he made contact with her tender pussy or stretched her clenching ass out even more.

On the floor beside them, Kyle stirred, briefly, his head lolling bonelessly. Perhaps he was dreaming, the muted sounds of Ian and Jess's lovemaking sinking in unconsciously. He didn't wake; he just let out a small groan as he moved slightly, twitching there on the floor, mouth falling open to help him breathe.

Jess eventually failed in her self-imposed challenge to stay quiet. Ian gave her a few especially deep, powerful strokes, all in a row, and she gasped, the blanket falling out of her mouth. Her legs kicked out, backward, and she cried "Fuck! Cumming!" That was all she could manage before her eyes started to flutter and her ass clenched around Ian's length. Her hips started to roll, and she ground her clit against the edge of the bed, the pain forgotten and drowned out by her carnal needs.

"Fuck... fuck... fuck..." she chanted as her climax crested, each outburst coinciding with another mighty thrust from Ian. For his part, Ian was almost silent, except for his steady breathing as he worked toward his own pinnacle. She pushed herself up partway, arching her back, tilting her head back as far as it could go so she could see him, see the one who was making her feel this way. "You're a fucking god!" she wailed.

As her orgasm receded, leaving her in a delighted haze, she let herself drop onto the bed, "Please, Ian," she said, her voice little more than a whisper. "Please cum."

That was enough. Ian had held back before, when Jess passed out, and he'd been on the edge for some time. Jess's pleading pushed him over. Her ass clenched around him and before he knew what was happening, he found himself erupting, his first spurts filling her ass as he pulled back, aiming to keep his promise to paint her with his cum. 

Jess moaned, feeling the wet heat of him inside her as he withdrew. When he came free from her ass she rolled and slid from the bed, sitting on the floor in front of Ian with her face level with his stiff and pulsing prick. He was still cumming as she moved; a line of sperm had hit her back up between her shoulder blades, before she could get in position. More splashed against her chest. But then she was in place, and volleys of Ian's thick cum exploded from him and landed on her. 

He started out aiming low, and another strand landed on her firm tits before he went for higher targets. The next shots landed on her chin and her lips, which she left resolutely closed, wanting as much of his cum as possible on her skin. More streamers landed on her cheeks and nose, and yet more on her forehead, powerful shots that landed with a nearly audible splat. 

Despite the pain she'd felt earlier, Jess's hands dove between her legs and she gently rubbed herself as Ian came on her, marked her as his. Her lips parted, and some of Ian's cum oozed between them; her tongue darted out to taste him, and she moaned, low and long. She was still tender, but her feather-light touch only sent a delicious frisson of sensation through her, the pleasure and pain blending together exquisitely.

When Ian was finished, Jess sat in front of him, blinking her eyes open and smiling up at him proudly. Silvery streamers decorated her face and chest. Ian looked down at her, breathing hard, and watched as she dipped one delicate finger in a small pool of his cum and swirled it around. Jess then slid her finger into her mouth and sucked it clean, pulling it out with a pop. "Tasty."




Roommate Relations Ch. 06



Ian sat down beside her and she curled up against him, there on the floor beside Kyle's bed. Some of his cum wound up smeared on his broad chest, but neither of them cared. Jess let out a small purr as she nestled into the crook of his arm. "I'm going to be walking funny tomorrow," she said.

"Think sleepy over there will notice?" Ian asked, nodding toward the still-unconscious Kyle.

"He never has before." Then they sat together in silence for some time, recuperating from their torrid encounter. 

Jess was the first to break the silence. "I guess I should clean up before he comes to," she said, regretfully.

"I guess," Ian replied. "Or you could come next door with me and leave him." 

Jess's heart quickened. She looked up at Ian, eyes shining. When she spoke, her voice quavered slightly. "Did you mean leave him for the night... or leave him for good?"

It seemed like a lifetime before Ian gave her his reply. 

"Both."



Roommate Relations Ch. 07



This story deals with betrayal, cheating, and infidelity. If that's not what you like, then you'll probably want to read a different story. 

This is also the last chapter in the story of Ian and Jess and poor Kyle. It's also by far the longest—the story as a whole is around 70000 words, and this chapter accounts for almost a third of that. It took a while—real life gets in the way of hobbies like this sometimes—but it was nonetheless a blast to write. As always, I want to thank the woman who pitched the idea to me and whose input played a major role in its writing. 

I might want to return to these characters in the future, as a sequel or perhaps to detail one of the interludes in Ian and Jess's relationship that hasn't yet been explored. But for now, this is it. I hope you enjoy.

*****

Two Weeks to Go: Kyle

With one exception, everything was perfect. 

Kyle had made the dinner reservations and double-checked them. He'd bought some new clothes and a gift for Jess—a gold locket, with a small sapphire set in it, and a picture of the two of them inside. The picture was from their first date, when they'd stopped at a photo booth, and it depicted the two of them laughing with each other. 

Kyle was finally getting some regular sleep now that Ian had all but moved out of the room next door. He hadn't left entirely; Kyle could still hear him during the day and some nights. He made a point, these days, to avoid Ian whenever he could, the memory of his humiliating attempt to fight the bigger, stronger man still fresh even two months after the event in question. But word had it that Ian had gotten a place off campus, with a woman—much to everyone's surprise, since Ian was just about the least monogamous man on campus. 

At the end of the day, Kyle didn't care much where Ian was, as long as it was somewhere else. Now that he was sleeping well, he'd managed to start pulling his grades up, and even losing a bit of weight—he had to admit he'd let himself go during the time Ian had lived next door. Finally, he thought, things were getting better.

The only disappointment was his relationship with Jess. Kyle's abortive fight with Ian led to a long, screaming fight with Jess, and while she'd warmed back up to him somewhat since then she still seemed distant. He'd call, only to get a flat, neutral text message back half an hour later. When they went out she made excuses to end the evening early. Their only physical contact was the occasional quick kiss or chaste hug—although she'd let him go down on her once, and while he did his best she didn't seem satisfied by his performance and she never suggested an encore.

But all that was going to change. Their third anniversary was only two weeks away, and he wanted things to go off without a hitch. He'd apologize for his past mistakes and he'd show her that he could change, and that would be what reignited the fading spark of their relationship. He was sure of it. Kyle knew he'd let himself go, but now that Ian was out of their life things couldn't hope but improve.

-

Two Weeks to Go: Jess

With one exception, everything was perfect. 

When Ian had suggested that she leave Kyle for him, her heart had started to race and she broke out in a cold sweat. There was no doubt that Ian was a better match for her. Physically, of course, they fit together perfectly, and the sex was beyond phenomenal. But while their relationship had started out as purely sexual it had grown into something more. She enjoyed spending time with Ian, laughing with him, talking to him. When she curled up next to him after a night of vigorous fucking, she felt safe and secure, something that had always been missing with Kyle.

Still, abandoning Kyle wasn't an easy decision. He'd always been there for her, never been anything less than supportive. He was clueless in bed—and, frankly, in general, since he hadn't managed to figure out that Jess was cheating on him—but the fact that he was a terrible lover didn't invalidate the time they'd spent together or make it any less special. 

Of course, while she was debating what to do, she kept fucking Ian. He'd gotten an apartment off campus, and most nights she found herself there, even when she told herself she was going to stay in or spend time with Kyle to give him a fair chance. He still had his dorm room, but he'd moved all his stuff out of the room and now it just had the school-issued furniture left behind. Ian told her he got the new place for them, and it seemed like he meant it; she had space in the closets and dressers and bathroom, all waiting for her to move in. He didn't press her for a decision; Ian just let her know that he'd made room for her and would wait for her decision. 

Two weeks before her anniversary with Kyle, she was out jogging and found herself running past Ian's apartment. While it wasn't her plan, she stopped and went up. As he always did, Ian greeted her happily and before five minutes had passed she'd stripped out of her running shorts and sports bra and dragged Ian to the floor, where she rode him until they both climaxed. It was when they'd finished, while she straddled him, rocking her hips gently and enjoying the afterglow, that she made up her mind. 

Leaning forward, she kissed Ian lightly on the lips and said, quietly, "I want to move in with you." That made Ian break into a wide grin, and he rolled over, trapping her underneath him, returning the kiss with substantially more ardor, his hips pumping again as he got going on round two. Something about her announcement got Ian especially excited, and he pounded her hard, there on the floor, mere minutes after their first encounter of the day.

This decision left Jess with no choice but to break things off with Kyle, once and for all. Some part of her took a dark and vicious pleasure in abusing him, and in witnessing Ian doing the same. She felt guilty, sometimes, for the way she'd violated Kyle's trust—but mostly what she felt was resentment, toward Kyle, for letting her waste her time with someone who was nowhere near her equal. Ian, for all his bad-boy swagger, cared for her, and he managed to show it without needing the grand displays that Kyle thought were so romantic.

That thought inspired Jess to concoct an especially evil plan. Jess knew that the way Ian had casually, almost effortlessly, dominated Kyle made her wet. Once she broke up with Kyle that might go away—so she wanted to make the breakup hurt. And what better way to do that than to reveal all, on their next special day, their anniversary? 

She could imagine watching Kyle's face fall when she told him the truth, perhaps during dessert, and the image gave her a thrill. Jess knew that it was wrong, but she didn't care, and what's more she knew Ian would love the idea. The sex that would follow would undoubtedly be epic, earth-shattering, and that would make it worthwhile. 

-

Two Weeks to Go: Ian

Everything was perfect. 

Jess had shown up at his new apartment, unexpectedly, looking sexy in a bright blue sports bra and matching running shorts. She was just a bit sweaty from her run, but it gave her a glow and an energy that Ian couldn't resist. Not that she was giving him a choice—almost as soon as he'd opened the door, she lunged at him, grabbing his shirt and pulling him down for an intense kiss.

She didn't stop there. When the kiss ended, she said, in a tone that brooked no dissent, "I want you. Now." Then she yanked him down further and turned, catching him off-guard and off-balance and sending him to the floor. Before he had a chance to say anything, or even react, she was on top of him, straddling his waist, and stripping off her top to let her breasts bounce free. Jess wasn't usually the aggressor in their encounters, but when she was it was always amazing and Ian was completely on board.

Jess leaned forward, dangling her full breasts in Ian's face. Ian craned his neck up but found those tantalizing treasures just out of reach. He reached up to cup them and push them together, but she slapped his wrist. "No touching," she said with a twinkle in her eye. Her hips rocked, grinding against his washboard abs, as she continued to tease Ian, making him watch up close as her tits swayed and bounced as she moved. She shook her shoulders from side to side, making one nipple sweep across his lips for just a moment.

Ian left his hands by his sides, wanting to touch but heeding Jess's order not to. But he couldn't help himself completely, and when he felt the quick pass of Jess's nipple over his lips he followed, turning his head, trying to get a taste of her. He failed, though; Jess taunted him, squeezing her own chest and letting her flesh bulge out between her fingers, holding herself a fraction of an inch away from his hungry mouth. Before long, though, her own lust made her give in. She wrapped her arms around Ian's neck and pulled him to her, as if she wanted to smother him with her full orbs. For his part, Ian didn't seem to mind—indeed, his positively reveled in her embrace.

Her hips rocked gently, until Jess's need grew unbearable. She stood, just long enough to doff her running shorts and her panties, letting them fall down by her feet. Now nude save for her shoes and socks, she dropped back down on top of Ian, resting just above his knees. Deftly, she undid his fly and reached inside, where she was not surprised to find that Ian was ready for action. Extracting his cock was the work of but a moment, and when it was free Jess gripped it at the base, letting it stand straight up, protruding from Ian like a monolith. She spit on it once, twice, aiming for the head and giving it a few quick strokes to spread her saliva across his length.

"Fuck, baby," Ian said. "What's gotten into you?"

"This big piece of meat, in just a few seconds," was Jess's reply. She let go of Ian's cock and slithered up his body, then reached behind herself and took hold of him once again. When he was properly positioned she backed up, swiftly engulfing him in her sopping pussy.

Both of them made pleased sounds in unison, Ian's deep moan not quite drowning out Jess's breathy sigh. "Fuck," Jess said as she settled onto Ian's cock, "this is what I need." That brought a wry smile to Ian's face. She pushed herself up, so she was once again straddling him, except this time she was impaled on his shaft. She saw his smile and gave him a triumphant grin of her own as she started to roll her hips, a steady rhythmic motion that brought out more moans from Ian and sighs from her.

Her pace was sedate, and Ian thought that she was settling in for a long, slow ride, the kind that brought them both steadily mounting pleasure, a slow-building crescendo culminating in ecstatic paroxysms. But he was mistaken; Jess was simply starting slow. After a few minutes of rocking slowly, Jess closed her eyes and arched her back, thrusting her chest out for Ian's enjoyment. She put her palms on his chest, lightly, and curled her fingers, digging her nails ever so slightly into Ian's chest. She enjoyed the dense, hard muscle he had there, firm and unyielding. Without opening her eyes she dug in harder, leaning forward to put some of her weight onto it. Her hips started to rise and fall faster as Ian let out a small hiss of pain.

There was no need for them to speak. Both of them knew each other's bodies, knew how best to please their partner and themselves. Jess rocked on top of him, her hips pumping and rolling so that Ian's thick cock made contact with all her most sensitive spots. Her fingernails made a multitude of crescent-shaped marks on his chest and shoulders. Ian didn't mind the pain—in fact, it provided a pleasing contrast with the sensations coming from his groin, the feeling of having Jess wrapped tightly around him, her cunt squeezing and gripping him. 

Jess let her head fall forward, her hair falling past her shoulders and lightly brushing against Ian's chest. Her eyes, though, were mostly unobstructed, and she watched Ian as she kept riding him. She added a little wiggle to each stroke, shaking her hips from side to side. Ian's hips started to rise and fall as well, meeting her as she dropped her weight down. He'd left his hands at his sides since Jess had slapped them away, but now he made another attempt, sliding up her legs to her hips. Jess made no move to stop him, but her lips curled in a knowing smile. 

The regular slapping sounds of their bodies meeting filled the hall as they coupled, there on the hardwood floor of the entryway Ian's apartment. Every time she felt Ian bottom out in her, she let out a small gasp, as if his cock had driven the air right out of her. Ian, for his part, grunted as his thrusts forced Jess forward, making her nails dig into him more and more. "Fuck, baby," Jess breathed. "I'm gonna cum. Gonna cum so hard on your fat dick."

"Do it, little lady. Cum for me." Ian whispered back. That did it; Jess felt herself shaking, her insides quivering, as Ian's cock touched her, opening her up for him. With a clipped cry of pleasure she fell forward, caught by Ian, who wrapped her in his arms and held her tight as she shuddered through her climax. She felt Ian erupt as well, a surge of wet heat deep inside her as his cock bucked and flexed.

She fell forward, collapsing onto Ian's broad chest. He was still inside her, slowly softening. Ian could feel her heart beat through her chest, and he wrapped her up in his arms. They lay together, not speaking, for some time before Jess levered herself up on her arms. She rocked gently, still straddling him, his half-hard cock still deep in her. "Mmmmm," she said. "I needed that."

Ian smiled. "Glad to be of service, little lady."

She leaned in close and kissed him, their lips touching only lightly. "I want to move in with you," she murmured. 

Ian beamed at her. He pulled her down and kissed her again, then rolled over, taking her with him and pinning her to the floor. She yelped, caught unawares, but her cry was cut off when he kissed her once more, deeply and passionately. Jess melted into the kiss, her yelp becoming a moan as Ian's hips started to rise and fall. He hadn't realized how much he'd wanted her with him until this very moment. Ian wanted to celebrate, and given their position it seemed only natural to celebrate this way.

Their second encounter of the day was every bit as vigorous as the first, if not more so. Jess wrapped her legs around Ian's waist as he drove into her. Their lips were never far apart; Ian snatched a kiss from her every time he could. Soon they were both panting from passion and exertion, gazing into each other's eyes as Ian's hips rose and fell in a regular and rapid rhythm. 

Once again they came together, Ian filling Jess's pussy with another load while she screamed her pleasure for all to hear. And they kissed again as their climaxes waned, both of them grinning like loons whenever their eyes met. Ian rolled again, off to the side, and then pushed himself up to his feet. Laying on the hard floor of the hallway had left him sore, and after he helped Jess to her feet they both stretched. Ian moved behind Jess and rubbed her shoulders, his strong fingers working out some of the kinks that had formed when he was trying to fuck her into the floor. 

She purred like a cat and reached back, taking hold of Ian's cock and squeezing and stroking it gently. It started to swell in her hands once again. Ian kissed her hair and murmured, "If you don't stop you'll never get out of here. I'll have to fuck you again. And after cumming twice... well, I think you'd be in for the long haul." 

Jess smiled and pushed her ass back at Ian. "Maybe that's what I want." Ian gave a low, rumbling growl that seemed to come from deep in his chest. "Oooh, sounds like I'm bringing out the beast in you," she said, lightly—and then she danced away from him, sliding out of his grasp and turning to face him. He took a step toward her, and just for a moment it seemed like he was going to lunge for her, throw her down, and take her again. 

But Ian got control of himself before that happened. "Tease," he said, smiling.

"Sometimes." She moved back toward him. Keeping her face upturned, she watched Ian as she bent at the waist and planted a deep, wet kiss on the head of his cock. "But I like to think I know how to please, too."

"You certainly do. So... did you mean it about moving in with me?" Ian felt a surge of nervousness run through him as he asked her, as if her earlier assent had been a joke or a dream.

"Of course. When do you want me?"

"All the time."

Jess blushed a bit at that. "You know what I meant."

"You can move in whenever you want." 

"I guess I should break up with Kyle before I do," Jess said. Ian shrugged in response. "I will miss fucking around behind his back."

"Me too."

Jess grinned at him evilly. "I guess we could make the breakup memorable." 

Ian raised his eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

"Well, I could let him down easy... or I could tell him all about what we've been doing. Hell, we could even show him."

"You're evil." Ian smiled as he said it, and her answering smile made his heart beat a bit faster. 

"I guess I am. But you don't mind, do you?"

"Hell no. In fact, I love"—you—"it." Where had that impulse come from, Ian thought. He'd accepted that Jess was special to him, and that he wanted her in his life. Hell, he wouldn't have asked her to leave Kyle and move in with him. But did he truly love her? This was unfamiliar territory for Ian. He'd never spent so much time with one woman, and he'd never been so emotionally engaged and invested in a relationship.

Jess noticed the slight pause and the way he blushed, just a bit, something she'd never really seen him do before. "Everything okay, stud?" she asked.

"Of course. I was just thinking about how to make things really painful for Kyle."

"Any ideas?"

"Isn't he planning something for your anniversary?"

"Dinner, and he's planning on buying me something." She paused, lost in thought. "Ooh, it would really hurt him if I broke up with him then." Jess grinned. "Let's do it then. You should be there too—god, I bet he'll start to cry."

Ian couldn't deny the appeal. He'd loved tormenting Kyle, but something told him it had to end. Like Jess, though, he saw no reason it shouldn't end with one last chance to make the other man hurt. And it would give him a chance to really rub it in. "Fuck, that's hot," he said.

"Now who's evil?" Jess teased.

"I guess we were made for each other. Two evil peas in a pod." That made Jess titter. Ian, seized by a sudden compulsion, pulled her to him and kissed her. 

Jess was surprised but not upset, and when the kiss ended she looked up at him and asked, "Does that mean you want to go again?" 

Ian smiled. "Well, I wouldn't say no... but I've got a class to get to soon. And besides, weren't you running? Or do I give you enough of a workout?"

"Oh, definitely," she replied, her hands wandering down his body, to his groin, where her small soft hands encircled Ian's cock and squeezed gently. "Riding this thing is great exercise. I might want to do more tonight, if you're free?" There was a hopeful note in her voice, and even if Ian had other plans he'd have canceled them. But as it happens he had no plans, and an evening with Jess was exactly what he wanted.

"Come by any time," he said.

"Will do, stud. But now I'm going to get dressed and finish my run. I hope all that cum you left in me doesn't run out and ruin my running shorts." The way Jess just dropped that little bit of filthy talk into the conversation sent a surge of desire through Ian, but he mastered it.

"All right. I'll be waiting for you. The door will be open, so let yourself in."

After a bit more chat Jess finally got dressed and left. Ian made his way to the kitchen and plopped down in a chair. He was finally getting what he wanted. Jess would be his—and some part of him acknowledged that he would be hers.




Roommate Relations Ch. 07



Everything was perfect.

-

Eleven Days to Go: The Locket

"I know things have been rough recently, but, well, I wanted you to have this." The words spilled out from Kyle as if he wanted to say them all at once. His nervousness was written all over his face. He offered her the jewelry box containing the locket he'd bought her, and Jess took it from him.

"This is so sweet," she said. "You didn't have to do this." 

"I know, but I wanted to. I was going to wait until our anniversary dinner, but, you know, I just had to give it to you. Go on, open it." Kyle fidgeted in his seat as he watched Jess open the little black box. She smiled on seeing its contents, though her lips stayed closed. If Kyle had been the observant sort, he'd have noticed that her smile never reached her eyes. But then again, if Kyle were the observant sort he'd undoubtedly have figured out that Jess had been cheating on him.

"It's lovely," she said, taking the locket from the box and letting it dangle from her fingers. "You shouldn't have done this—this is way too expensive." The little heart-shaped locket spun on its chain, and Jess saw the sapphire set in its front. She wasn't sure, but she suspected he got it to match her eyes.

"Open it up," Kyle said, his nervousness dissipating and swiftly being replaced by relief. "There's a picture inside."

Jess had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. Of course there is a picture inside, you idiot, it's a locket, she thought. She carefully opened it up, and out loud she said, "Oh, a picture of us. How romantic." Some shadow of sarcasm might have crept into her voice despite her best efforts to sound genuine, but unsurprisingly Kyle didn't notice.

"It's from our first date. Remember? That photo booth at the mall? After the movie?" Jess remembered only too well. At the time it had seemed like a lovely date. They'd gone out to dinner, then saw some movie—Jess couldn't recall what it was—and afterward, he'd asked to hold her hand as they walked out to the car. They'd passed the photo booth and it was his idea to get something to commemorate the night. Looking back on it, she was shocked that she'd ever wanted to go out with Kyle at all. Even then, he was shy and nebbish. Hell, he'd treated hand-holding like it was something exciting and taboo. 

But she smiled and cooed and said all the right things anyway. "Oh, how thoughtful. It's a lovely gift. I'll put it on now. Help me?" Kyle came around behind her and hooked the chain around her neck. The golden heart with its inset sapphire dangled just above her breasts. 

She stood up and turned to face Kyle. He moved to kiss her, but she stepped in close first and embraced him. He wound up kissing her cheek, and over his shoulder Jess couldn't suppress her cruel smile.

Hours later, Jess was again at Ian's apartment. She still wore the locket. But instead of the pale pink babydoll tee shirt she'd had on with Kyle, she was now dressed in a sheer black camisole and matching panties. She was laying on Ian's bed, stretching like a cat, while Ian sat in a nearby chair and watched her. He was barely dressed himself, wearing only a pair of dark green boxer briefs. Her clothes had been neatly folded and put away in the space he'd made for her. His were scattered haphazardly around the room. When he'd come home and spotted her lounging on his bed, sexy and inviting, he almost tore off his own clothes. But Jess had stopped him before he pounced on her. She told him to sit down and listen.

Jess idly ran her fingers over her body, down her side and across her midriff. Her hand slipped between her legs, under her panties. "Mmmmm, I had a lovely day today, baby," she said. Her eyes were half-closed, her lips parted. "Do you like my new jewelry? Kyle got it for me. It was an early anniversary present." One finger traced a circle around her clit. 

Ian watched hungrily. Tension showed in the set of his jaw and in his long, lean frame. His underwear certainly didn't conceal his arousal in the slightest. He swallowed, and then answered her question: "It's very pretty."

"Mmmm, I'm glad you like it. I thought it was so thoughtful of him to get me something. You're supposed to put a picture in it. Kyle had saved a picture from our first date. He's such a romantic." Her legs spread wider, and while her panties were too dark to show it she was practically dripping; she could feel her wetness on her fingers as she lazily played with herself. "Does that make you jealous, baby? Thinking of me wearing his gift? Having a picture of him close to my heart?"

"What do you think?"

"Say it. Please. Say it makes you jealous."

"That little shit doesn't deserve you and you know it. Of course it makes me jealous." Ian's voice was low and dark. His fingers dug into the arms of the chair, gripping it with white-knuckled tension. He was a coiled spring, a drawn bow, ready to unleash all his pent-up lust as soon as Jess gave the word—or as soon as she went too far and he snapped.

"God, that's hot." She flicked a finger over her bud and shivered as a surge of pleasure ran through her. "You shouldn't be jealous, baby. He gave this to me, but do you know what I did?"

"No."

"Do you want to know?"

"Yes."

Jess smiled a sinful smile. "Look in my bag." Ian got up, moving slowly, keeping his distance. He feared that if he got too close what remained of his restraint would shatter and he wouldn't get to find out what Jess had planned. In her bag, Jess had the normal stuff—books, a notebook, a laptop—but also an expensive digital camera. Ian pulled it out and looked at her, the unspoken question clear from his expression. "It's his. I borrowed it. I want to take a picture of you." 

She brought her hand up to her mouth and licked her fingers slowly and sensuously. "I took his picture out of the locket, baby. Right there at lunch—I had him go get me a new drink, and I popped his picture right out of the locket and let it fall to the floor. It'll get vacuumed up by the cleaning crew. And now there's an empty space." 

Jess rolled onto all fours, her ass pointed back at Ian. "Can you fill my empty space, baby?" 

Ian knew an invitation when he heard one. He practically launched himself up out of the chair, covering the space between it and the bed in an instant. Ian buried his face in in Jess's panty-covered cunt. The sheer black fabric was already wet with her juices, and as he dragged his tongue over the cloth it got saturated with spit as well. Jess moaned and pushed back against him. 

He tugged the panties to the side so he could feast on her without anything getting in the way. And Jess was more than happy to let him indulge his gluttonous urges. He never grew tired of having her. He was a starving man; she was a twelve-course meal. He was lost in the desert; she was an oasis. He was desperate and driven; she was surcease. 

Jess pushed back against him, her back arched. Ian knew her, knew her body, and tonight he didn't want to tease her or delay her pleasure. Instead he dove into her, his tongue, his lips, his fingers, all seeking her most sensitive spots and stimulating them unmercifully. One hand was on her ass, kneading her, while his thumb circled around her asshole. He breathed deep, taking in her scent, letting it fill her senses, before his tongue plunged into her, as deep as he could go. With her grinding back against him he could scarcely breathe, but he felt like he didn't need to; just being with her was enough to sustain him forever.

"Oh, yes," Jess squealed as Ian's questing tongue found its reward. "Please, sir, please make me cum..." Ian heard her, but it barely registered. Her pleas were one small part of a multi-sensory extravaganza, of sights and sounds and scents and tastes and feelings that all added up to his experience of her. It was this gestalt that drove him, that made him want to bring her as much pleasure as was humanly possible.

And so she got what she asked for. Ian increased his efforts; every part of her seemed to be inflamed with lust and ecstasy. Her breath quickened. Her eyes closed tight. Her hips rolled. She ached with need, and as her climax grew nearer and nearer it somehow still seemed far away. For a moment Jess was consumed with a deep and mortal terror, that she would be caught in this state forever, always on the threshold of euphoria but never being able to cross it. 

But then the dam broke. Her pleasure gushed from her, and Ian was there to stem the tide. She raked at the bed sheets as she came, cunt clenching, reveling in how Ian made her feel. And when it was done, and she floated in a dreamlike haze, she felt the warmth of Ian's tongue on her asshole, and that made her shudder again. He rimmed her, giving her ass the same loving and thorough attention he'd given her cunt. Jess knew, then, what was about to happen—and she welcomed it.

"Do you want to fuck my ass, sir?" she asked. Her voice was weak and quavery; Jess's climax had stripped her of her strength for the moment. "You're the only man who's ever had that hole." She looked back over her shoulder and caught Ian's eye as best she could, then added, "And you're the only man who ever will."

Ian rose. He grabbed a fistful of Jess's long dark hair in a possessive and dominating gesture. Jess heard him spit, and moments later felt the spit-drenched head of his cock pressing against her similarly soaked asshole. She felt the gentle pressure as he slowly eased into her, the subtle pain, the bone-deep sensation of fullness. She forced herself to relax, and soon several inches of Ian's fat cock were lodged inside her.

They groaned together as Jess pushed back against him, her ass spreading and swallowing up his prick. She still preferred regular vaginal sex, but ever since Ian had broken her in she'd come to love anal as well. Her hand slipped between her legs—she couldn't easily cum from anal stimulation alone—and when she touched her cunt she was faintly surprised by just how wet Ian had made her. She rubbed herself gently as she rocked back, meeting Ian's slow thrusts, steadily taking more and more of his cock each time until his hips met her and she felt his full length inside her, hot and hard as ever.

He gave her time to get accustomed to having him inside her. They were in sync, and Jess needed no words to signal when she was ready for him. It was apparent from all the little things, subtle changes in the set of her shoulders, the way her knees parted just a bit further, how her breathing sped up just so. Ian knew her well, and when it was time he eased back out of her, leaving behind a hungry emptiness, a yearning to be filled once again. And when Jess thought the need would grow too intense he thrust back into her, making her gasp.

Ian's thrusts sped up as they fucked, and Jess matched him, until she was practically throwing herself back at him again and again. Minutes passed, and the room filled with the sounds of their frantic and frenzied lovemaking. The slapping sounds of flesh on flesh, the multitude of grunts and moans, the little gasps, the shuddering thuds of the bed hitting the wall. Ian let go of Jess's hair and reached around her, grasping her firm and lovely breasts and squeezing, feeling her softness against his palms. Her back arched and she let him support her, pulling her up, until only her knees touched the bed. 

Jess reached back as well, her fingers running through his short black hair. She felt his lips on her neck. Her skin tingled all over, but where he kissed her it felt like she was on fire. 

They moved as one, as if the borders between them had dissolved. Jess was balanced precariously on her knees, supported by Ian's body behind her and his hands on her chest, teetering forward as he thrust. She pushed back at him, meeting each long and potent stroke with her body. Ian's cock seemed to fill her completely, and even though he was stretching out her ass she felt the thrusts in her pussy as well. Even though she'd cum only minutes before, she felt herself cresting again. "Fuck my ass, baby," she said, arching her back as far as she could, ignoring the burning of her thighs in order to drive herself back against him harder and faster.

A thin sheen of sweat covered her skin, brought out by their exertions. Ian's grip on her breasts tightened; Jess had teased him, before letting him do this, and she was now paying the price with pleasure as he got rougher with her. She might have bruises tomorrow, she thought, but it was worth it. Almost anything was worth it for what she was feeling now—a welter of sensation that ran riot over her and left her desperate for more.

And then her hands slipped, and Ian let go of her and Jess found herself falling forward. She cried out, and was cut off midway as her face hit a pillow. Almost instantly, Ian pulled out. The sudden absence shocked her, but before she could voice a protest or even get her bearings he grabbed her and flipped her over, and then she cried out again as Ian's cock once again pierced her ass. Her legs were up on his shoulders, and when he thrust into her it forced her hips up off the bed, letting him plunge deep into her. "Fuck!" she screamed. "Fucking ruin me!"

Ian's hand clamped down over her mouth. "Shut up," he growled. "Shut up and take it." Her eyes sparkled as she looked at him, doing her best to kiss his palm as he kept her quiet. To Jess's eyes, Ian seemed almost Olympian right now. The well-sculpted muscles on his chest and arms stood out as he immersed himself in her. His brilliant green eyes bored into her, and his cock did the same.

And to Ian, Jess seemed like a goddess pulled off her throne and ravaged. Her hair was wild, in disarray; her face and chest were flushed. She seemed to glow from within. Although he had his hand over her mouth, her expressive face still communicated exactly what she wanted, what she needed—more.

Ian hammered home, spearing her with as much power as he could muster, over and over. Jess's eyes fluttered and she moaned into his hand as she came. Her ass seized around his pillaging cock, gripping it tightly, tight enough that Ian had to slow his thrusts into her, and her back arched and she clawed at the sheets and her pussy seemed to flood with her juices. With Ian's hand over her mouth, she had to breathe as deep as she could through her nose, but it wasn't enough. Ian kept fucking her, and she came again, and again, one climax blending into the next, until her vision narrowed to a tunnel and her eyes started to roll back in her head

Then Ian took away his hand. Jess gasped for breath, eagerly swallowing great lungfuls of air in between ecstatic shrieks. "Fucking cum for me," Ian said—though his words barely registered with Jess, so lost was she in her own pleasure. "Fucking cum, and remember who makes you feel this way."

Jess managed to get control of herself, enough to beg. "Keep fucking me, baby, please please please, make me cum more, cum with me, please sir please cum and make me oh my god..." The words spilled from her lips easily and continuously, until Ian's tool made her cum yet again. This time, though, Ian reached his limit as well. Jess's ass gripped him and convulsed around him, milking his pulsating shaft of every drop of his essence as he unloaded himself in her. "So much, so much hot cum," Jess murmured, even while her body was wracked by orgasmic pleasure. 

They came down from their mutual climax together. Ian rolled over, off of Jess, and she put her legs back down. They ached, dully, as if she'd held a stretch for too long—which is almost exactly what happened, truth be told. But it was a good ache, and in complimented the warm wet sensation of Ian's cum in her ass and the little aftershocks that still rolled across her whole body. She turned on her side and curled up against Ian. She kissed his neck, and traced her tongue around his earlobe, purring like a satiated cat.

The camera sat where she'd left it, on Ian's nightstand, in easy reach. So as Ian rested, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath, she reached over him and picked it up. "It's time to take the new picture for my locket, baby," she said, her voice a bit rough from all the screams and moans he'd drawn out of her.

Ian took the camera from her and held it up, aimed back toward the two of them. In the view screen, they could both see the tableau. Jess's long hair was darker than usual from sweat, and it was in wild disarray. Her eyes shined. Her lips looked lush and swollen from the times where she'd bit her lip or they'd kissed. Ian was similarly the worse for wear. His skin was slick with sweat, and there were marks on his chest and her neck where Jess had raked at him in a moment of passion, things neither of them noticed in the heat of the moment. 

There was a click as Ian took the picture, and then another and another. Then Jess snaked one leg over Ian's body and slid on top of him, straddling him. "That's enough for now," she said. "That will look so good in the locket, baby." Her cunt was resting on Ian's half-hard cock, and she shifted her hips, sliding up and down. In seconds she felt it start to swell again, and she smiled. "I bet we can do better, though... and besides, I've still got another empty space to fill." 

Ian tossed the camera aside; it clattered to the floor with a crunching noise as the delicate machine broke. Then he rolled over, and Jess spread her legs wide, readying herself for what was to come.

-

Six Days to Go: The Phone Call

Sweating, muscles aching, out of breath, Kyle collapsed into his chair. He was proud of himself; he'd just run a mile without a break. It wasn't a big accomplishment, to be sure. Jess had always been something of a gym rat, and Kyle knew that she could run a mile with ease, but he'd never really been the athletic type. He wanted to get in shape, though, as part of his plan to turn his life around.

Kyle forced himself to get up and move around a bit more. He took a bottle of water from the minifridge in his dorm room and guzzled down half the bottle in one gulp, then started stretching out—he'd pulled a muscle in his leg soon after starting his workout regime, and he didn't want to do it again. Just as he was wrapping up the stretching session, his phone rang.

He saw it was Jess, and he answered happily. "Hey, honey," he said, the smile on his face carrying over into his voice, even though he was still breathing hard. "What's up?" 

Jess's reply came a moment later than he expected, and she was almost panting. "Nothing much," she finally managed to get out. "I was just out for a run and I wanted to hear your voice. You know how much I depend on your moral support." 

"Sounds like you're going at it hard," he said.

Again there was a pause before she answered. "I always do."

Kyle finished stretching and plopped down in his desk chair. It creaked a bit under his weight and he winced; the noise served as a reminder for how much he'd let himself go since the year began. "Maybe someday soon I'll be able to keep up with you. Then I could give you my support in person."

Jess gave a little grunt of effort and replied, "Oh? You think you'll be able to give me a good workout?" There was something less than playful in her voice, a hint of genuine mockery, but Kyle put it down to her ongoing exertions. He was sure that it was just his imagination, running away with him, and that she wasn't quite able to control her tone of voice because she was pushing herself so hard. 

He decided to return fire. "I'll do more than that, baby. I'll make you work up a sweat and push you to your limits." Jess didn't answer, but he could hear her breathing hard, aiming to get a bit flirty. "You'll end our workout completely satisfied." Christ, he thought, I used to be better at this. On the other end, Jess just laughed. Kyle heard what sounded like a man's voice, although he couldn't make out any words. "Who was that?" he asked.




Roommate Relations Ch. 07



"No one. I've got to go, Kyle," Jess said. "Bye!" And then she ended the call abruptly. 

Kyle, on the other end, didn't have a chance to say goodbye or tell her he loved her. 

"You're so bad," Jess said, looking back over her shoulder at Ian. They were outside, in an out-of-the-way wooded area on campus. Jess was bent at the waist, supporting herself with the aid of a tree. Her black running shorts were down around her knees.

A few minutes earlier, they'd been running together, she just a few feet ahead of him down a path through the trees. Ian had caught up with her, then signaled for a stop. "Having trouble, wimp?" Jess asked playfully. "Need to catch your breath?" In answer, Ian pulled her off the track into a copse of trees. He pushed her up against one of them, the rough bark digging into her back and shoulders, and tugged her running shorts down.

"I'm all sweaty," she said, weakly protesting as he knelt in front of her. 

"You're only going to get sweatier." Any further objections Jess might have voiced were rendered moot, because that's when Ian dove in, burying his face between her creamy thighs. He didn't care if she was sweaty from their run, and why would he? It wasn't like he hadn't been with her like this many times since their first encounter, months ago.

Ian's strong hands gripped her about the waist. Jess leaned back against the tree, trusting it and Ian to support her as her legs grew weak—partially from the exertion from their run taking its toll, but mainly from the eager, almost needy way Ian was eating her cunt. He didn't bother with any foreplay. There was no effort to warm her up, to let the pleasure slowly build. Instead, he simply went for what he wanted, going full-bore, slipping his tongue between her folds, lashing it against her clit, pressing his face against her so that he could delve further into her depths.

Jess took hold of his head, grabbing his short hair as best she could and pulling him into her. "Fuck, yes," she gasped, trying to keep quiet as best she could. No one had been nearby when he pulled her off the track, but the last thing she wanted was to call attention to their outdoor escapades. So she bit her lip, closed her eyes, and focused on her breathing. In, out—just like Ian's tongue as it parted her folds. In, out—like Ian's strong fingers, which were even now creeping toward her cunt, ready to slip inside her and seek out her most sensitive spots. In, out—like his powerful, thrusting cock, that thick appendage that brought her so much pleasure. God, she wanted this, wanted him, whenever and wherever she could have him. 

Her cunt was already drenched, and Ian eagerly drank down everything he could. His tongue teased her clit as he slipped one finger, then another, into her sopping wet hole. Her inner walls gripped him as he slid his fingers in and out. Jess's breathing became erratic; her chest heaved as the first stirrings of her climax made her shudder.

That just made Ian all the more aggressive. His tongue seemed to be everywhere. It flitted over her clit, flicked around his fingers. Jess's hips rolled, and Ian moved with her, never breaking contact as he deftly worked her into a climactic frenzy. Her efforts to stay silent proved inadequate, and when she came she cried out, her wordless scream of ecstasy ringing off the trees. 

Before her orgasm had finished, Ian rose, muffling her cries with a kiss like she had never had, all lips and tongue and passion. He lifted her up slightly, the rough tree bark scraping her skin. He lined himself up and let her drop, trusting in gravity to make her impale herself on him. His thick tool split her open. Jess wrapped herself around him, her arms on his shoulders, her legs around his waist. All her weight was on him, supported by his strong legs and his stiff prick.

He bucked his hips up, practically bouncing her up and down on his shaft. His hands found their way to her breasts, squeezing them through her tight top. "Gotta get rid of this," he muttered under his breath. "Want to see these fuckers bounce." 

"Fuck... yes..." Jess gasped. She couldn't do much to help him get her top off, but she did what she could, arching her back as he slid his fingers underneath the black spandex top and pulling it up. Ian's eyes went to her newly exposed, bouncing breasts, those firm orbs capped by perfect pink eraser-tip nipples. She rolled her hips, her movement doing amazing things lower down, as well, making his cock twitch and throb. 

"Harder," she said. "Make me fucking feel it." Ian's hips pumped, bucking, his thrusts making her whole body shake. Her back scraped against the rough bark of the tree, but in the moment the pain was of no importance. All that mattered was the way Ian was fucking her, the way each powerful thrust drove another spike of ecstasy through her.

Jess felt her cunt clench around Ian's impaling spike. She pulled herself to him and away the tree, trusting Ian to support her weight with his strong legs and arms—and of course with the powerful weapon currently lodged deep inside her. Ian staggered back a step but kept his footing, and in mere moments he was bouncing her petite frame into the air, coming up onto the balls of his feet as he fucked her relentlessly. She groaned, her lips close to his ear, and she came again, her walls rippling around his length, massaging him.

Ian supported her, still fucking her, until her climax ended. Then, without needing to say a word, he slowed, then stopped, and she disentangled herself from him. An involuntary whine slipped past her lips when Ian slipped out of her drenched pussy. Her feet touched the earth for the first time in several minutes, and she rocked unsteadily for a moment as she turned away from Ian. Jess leaned forward, using the tree to keep her balance. She looked back over her shoulder, her dark hair falling in front of one eye, and said, "What are you waiting for, you evil fucker? Get that dick back inside me."

Ian wasted no time in doing as she asked. His strong hands gripped her hips as he slammed his full length into her, making her gasp as her arms buckled from the force of the thrust. Then his right hand slid up her side to cup her breast. But it didn't stay there long; Ian had another target in mind. He took hold of her hair, which had been pulled back into a loose ponytail, and he hauled back on it every time he drove his hips forward. Every time his cock plunged into her depths, he pulled her hair, making her back arch, yanking her head back, and sending a frisson of pleasure and pain through her.

"Nasty fucker," she murmured. "My turn... my turn to be nasty." She let go of the tree, letting Ian's grip on her hair keep her from falling forward, and reached across her body to free her phone from the its pouch on her elastic armband. Looking back at Ian, she made her call. With a wicked smile on her face, she gazed back at Ian, who (judging by the look of perplexity on his face) hadn't yet figured out her plan. But realization dawned when she spoke. "Nothing much," she finally managed to get out. "I was just out for a run and I wanted to hear your voice. You know how much I depend on your moral support." 

Ian silently mouthed the words "You're bad." Jess winked at him, braced herself against the tree with one arm, and pushed back. As her ass met his hips, she let out a little gasp-something that could pass for a grunt of effort, at least over the phone. 

Then Ian took over again. He took hold of her hips and drove himself forward, spearing her with his thick cock, as she struggled to hold up her end of the her conversation with Kyle. "I always do," she said, and then "Oh? You think you'll be able to give me a good workout?" Together with the wicked gleam in her eye, it was more than enough for Ian to get the sense of what she was doing, and the whole thing sent a thrill through him. The whole scene-with them outdoors, fucking in broad daylight, with her ignorant boyfriend on the phone-had him incredibly excited.

"You better hang up soon," he said. "You're going to be screaming again in a minute." Ian's thrusts grew more powerful, more frequent; he fucked her like he wanted to drive her into the tree, and as it was she had trouble holding on to her phone. Each thrust made her whole body shake. Her tits bounced wildly, free of all restraint. Her long dark hair was bound in a ponytail, and it too swung freely. Jess had to bite her lip to keep from crying out as she felt Ian's cockhead punching into her.

Jess heard Kyle chattering in her ear, but any thought of continuing her conversation was driven from her mind by Ian's relentless fucking and the nigh-overwhelming rush of pleasure it brought her. She barely made out Kyle asking if someone was with her, and that gave her the chance she needed to cut things off. "No one," she said, speaking quickly. "I've got to go, Kyle. Bye!" And with that she ended the call and dropped the phone to the ground.

Ian grabbed her ponytail and hauled back on it, pulling her up and making her arch her back. Jess let out a squeal as her hands fell away from the tree. She heard Ian's voice in her ear, barely more than a growl: "You're fucking bad." 

"And you fucking love it," was her reply-though her voice was strained, her breathing erratic.

"God, yes, I do," said Ian. He leaned forward then, and Jess turned her head, so his lips could find hers in a deep and passionate kiss. Jess's legs trembled and went weak as she came yet again, her cunt seizing around Ian's engorged rod, setting him off as well. He exploded, deep within her, and their mutual moans were muffled by each other's lips. They kissed, as Ian's cock throbbed and unloaded inside her, and her pussy spasmed and for a moment everything in the world vanished, except for the two of them.

Once they had both come down from their mutual climax, Ian stepped back, pulling out of Jess with some reluctance. She felt a trickle of wet warmth run down the inside of her leg as their juices dripped from her. She turned, teetering somewhat on her unsteady legs, and leaned against Ian, who wrapped his arm around her protectively. "We should get out of here, love," she said. "We've pushed our luck enough."

They dressed, and made their way back to the road. Then they resumed their run, looking for all the world like nothing untoward had happened-except for the damp patch on Jess's running shorts.

-

The Anniversary

It was almost a disaster. The restaurant had lost their reservation, despite the fact that Kyle called to confirm earlier in the day. He ended up having to pull the maître d' aside; some money changed hands, and Kyle got the table he wanted. Kyle wanted everyone to see the radiant beauty he had on his arm, and that meant a table in the middle of the restaurant, somewhere they could see and be seen.

"Radiant" wasn't an understatement, not tonight. Jess had gone all out; she'd spent the morning getting ready, and her dark hair was carefully arranged on her head. Her dress was a deep midnight blue, almost black, and it showed off her toned and tight body admirably. It was backless; the neckline was low and the hemline high. A pair of matching stiletto heels gave her a few extra inches of height, making her just a hair taller than Kyle. A simple gold bracelet decorated her wrist, and another thin chain rested on her ankle. Her earrings were gold as well, small studs that glimmered when they caught the light. And of course she wore the locket that Kyle had given her, a gold heart with a sapphire set into its surface.

When Kyle saw her-she'd kept him at bay all day, to heighten the effect-his jaw literally dropped. He found himself dumbstruck. Jess noticed—how could she not? And she posed and preened for him, standing in the doorway of his dorm room, with her hip cocked to the side confidently. "Ready to go, babe?" she asked. Kyle just stood there, dumbfounded, unable to process the question. Jess approached him and with one finger pushed his mouth shut. "You're catching flies."

He shook his head to clear it. "Wow, just... just wow." 

"You like?"

"Uhhh, yeah. Hell yeah."

Jess smiled brightly, in part at the compliment, in part at the thought of what she had planned for the night. She wondered if Kyle would still be so complimentary after the evening was over. Jess turned in place, giving Kyle an eyeful of her tight, toned body, the gentle curve of her ass, her long and lean legs, and her sexy, bare back. 

"I'll say it again, babe. Wow," Kyle said.

"If you're done ogling me we should probably get going," she said, rolling her eyes just a bit. Kyle nodded, and gallantly offered her his arm, then led her out.

They made their way to the restaurant—Bistro du Coin, a little French place. Kyle had never been there, but Jess said it was one of her favorite places, though she was reticent as to why she liked it so much. That's when the problems started. The missing reservations were only the start. Kyle did get the table he wanted, but their server was some obnoxious asshole who could barely be bothered to take their orders. The wine Jess wanted had to be ordered by the bottle and cost almost two hundred dollars. Kyle wanted to order a duck dish, but they'd run out.

Despite all the troubles, though, Jess seemed to enjoy herself, and at the end of the day that was what mattered most to Kyle. So he just took deep breaths and reminded himself that she was worth it. And it seemed to pay off; over dessert (they were sharing a dark chocolate mousse) she beckoned him close and whispered in his ear, "Tonight, baby... tonight I want you to fuck my ass."

That nearly made Kyle do a spit-take with his mousse. He barely managed to avoid a colossal mess, and when he managed to get himself back under control and look at Jess again her eyes were twinkling mischievously. 

At that point, Kyle couldn't wait to get back to the dorm. He paid the bill, although he couldn't help but wince when he saw the final tally. He wanted to practically sprint back to his dorm room, but Jess insisted on taking her time. They'd walked to the restaurant, and she made the journey home into a slow stroll, so that Kyle would be "extra-eager when they finally get back." And it was working; the anticipation was excruciating, and Kyle was half-hard the whole walk.

Along the way, they talked; Jess refused to talk about what she'd said, deflecting Kyle's questions about why she'd made the decision effortlessly. Instead, they talked about the dinner, about college life, about classes—and about their relationship over the last year.

It was during this part of the conversation that Kyle revealed one of his fears to Jess. "It may sound... silly," he said, "but I was terrified that Ian was going to show up and ruin things, like he did on our date at that Italian place." 

Jess laughed at that. "Oh, he didn't ruin that night," she said, thinking back on the evening. She'd been so angry at first; that was before she'd fallen for Ian. But the process that would turn her from a good girlfriend to a cheating slut had already begun; hell, that night she'd blown him in the bathroom, something that would have been unimaginable before she met Ian. "I mean, I didn't like the guy then, but things worked out all right."

"I just can't believe you're friendly with him now. He's still an ass."

"Look, I know you don't like him, but you don't have to be mean."

"He's an ass, and you know it."

"All right, he's an ass, but he can be funny and he's fun."

Kyle felt an argument about to develop and backed off. "All right, all right. I guess we just rub each other the wrong way. You know how that is."

"I do."

"Anyway, I was scared he was going to show up at the restaurant tonight. I know it's irrational, and he wouldn't have joined us or anything, but it was still on my mind."

"Oh, don't worry," Jess said. "I made sure he was going to leave us alone at the restaurant." That was true. Ian and Jess had plans of their own for the evening, and they didn't involve an appearance by Ian at Bistro du Coin. All the fun was to come later.

The conversation continued as they walked, and Jess turned up the teasing. For example, she darted ahead of Kyle, then stopped, nominally to pick up a penny, but really so she could bend at the waist and wiggle her hard-earned ass in front of him. And as she did she looked back at him, with a sparkle in her eye that said she knew what she was doing and what effect she had on him.

By the time they got back to the dorm Kyle was something of a mess. His dick was achingly hard. Jess seemed to enjoy his discomfited state. He fumbled with the door and, when he got it opened, all but threw himself inside. Jess followed, and Kyle heard the click of the door locking behind her as he tugged at his shirt, almost ripping it in his haste to strip down. 

"Hold on, big boy," Jess said to him. "I want to get a bit... kinky tonight." She was practically purring. 

"What, other than... what you said earlier?" Kyle was nervous, jittery, and it came through in his manner. He wasn't willing to put into words what Jess had suggested earlier, as if saying it out loud would make her change her mind. 

Jess, on the other hand, had no such issues. "Do you mean, fuck me in the ass?" Kyle blushed and nodded. "Yes, other than that," she said, smiling. "I was thinking... what if I tied you up?" 

Kyle was perplexed. "What do you mean? And why?"

Jess sashayed over to him, draped her arms around his neck, and gave him her best pout. "Well, baby, I'm a bit scared... I mean, when you get the chance to be in my virgin ass, well, you might get too excited. You might fuck it too hard and then it would hurt, baby." In truth, of course, her ass wasn't virgin and hadn't been in some time, ever since Ian had slowly and patiently worked his massive weapon into her oiled-up hole. But Kyle didn't know that.

She continued. "I was thinking I could tie you to your chair. Nothing too tight, just your arms and legs... oh, and a blindfold. I have a sexy surprise for you." Kyle looked unsure. He bit his lip, and hemmed and hawed until Jess pulled him close and whispered in his ear, "If you're good, then after the first time, I'll let you tie me up and fuck my ass again."

That was too much for Kyle to take. He yielded to the inevitable, and said, "All right, baby." Jess beamed at him and told him to get naked while she got herself ready. She picked up her purse and pulled a pink blindfold out of it. 

"Pink? Really?" Kyle asked. 

"Beggars can't be choosers," she said, a bit reproachfully. "Strip down and get comfortable in the chair, baby. I'm going to go get myself ready. When I come back, I expect to see you in the chair, blindfolded." She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and then disappeared into the bathroom.

Kyle paced back and forth as he heard the sink come on in the bathroom. This was something he wanted, to be sure, but he was nervous. This was pushing past the limits of what he'd done in the bedroom, with Jess or otherwise. It seemed almost too good to be true. 

He took a deep breath and dropped his pants.

Then he put on the blindfold and took a seat. He could hear the sounds of Jess's ablutions from the bathroom. The sink was running, but he could hear footsteps as well. It seemed she was still in her heels; they clicked against the tile occasionally as she moved around the small room.

When he heard the sink turn off and the door creak open, he gulped and said, "Jess? Is that you?" Immediately, he regretted it. Who else could it be?

Click, click, click, Jess's footsteps approached, the noise of her heels muffled but not silenced by the thin, cheap dorm room carpets. He felt the tips of her nails trail idly across his chest, up over to his shoulder. Then they were gone and he heard the distinctive scritching sound of tape being unwound from a roll. "What is that?" he said, panicked, breathing more quickly. His hand came up to remove the blindfold, but her touch stopped him.