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Roommates

By: Clohi



I’ve been living with Michael for about three months and so far it’s worked out pretty good. We met in our first year of college, Intro Psychology. We studied together, hung out together, became good friends. The only thing Michael and I haven’t done is date each other. No sexual relationship for us. I’ve watched Michael date any number of coeds - and believe me, there have been many. I’ve dated my fair share of men. At the start of our junior year, neither of us wanted to live on campus but neither could afford to live alone. Taking the bull by the horns, we decided to be roomies.

Things worked out great from the start. The apartment we found was big enough for the both of us. Two large bedrooms, a large bathroom and a pretty good size kitchen. Not much more you could ask for. The only thing that caused a few problems was getting used to each other being under foot. I always knew Michael was attractive. At 6’2”, he’s tall, well built and has amazing jet black hair. His eyes were the first thing I noticed about him. Very blue. Even knowing he was built like a rock, I wasn’t prepared for the first time I caught him wandering out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped snug around his waist. All I could think was lucky towel. Michael stared at me, smiled and went on his way to his bedroom. I slumped against the hallway wall and took a deep breath. My roommate was a hunk. 

After that, I tried to focus on Michael as he’d always been for me. A friend. A very non-sexual friend who happened to be drop-dead gorgeous and was busy laying every female within a fifty-mile radius except me. Just a little bitter and a little wound, I think. Anyway, I tried to keep my mind off of Michael by dating, bringing home a few lucky candidates, trying to keep my relationship with Michael in focus. It all started to fall apart one Saturday night. 

I’d been out with a new man, Clint. He was fun and tried hard but there just didn’t seem to be the connection we both wanted. We spent time on my couch kissing and fondling each other but it just wasn’t something we were both into. After about an hour, we both decided to call it a night. I walked Clint out, gave him a big kiss on the cheek and told him to call me again if he needed a friend. He seemed to accept that and went on his way. Taking myself back into my room, I changed out of my skin tight mini and sweater and into an oversized Brett Favre jersey. Pulling my hair up into a ponytail, I went to the kitchen for some water and then returned to my room. After about thirty minutes, I heard the front door open, smothered giggles and Michael’s door close. After another ten minutes, I heard moaning and thumping. 

I sat in my room and listened to Michael and his latest fling grunt, moan, groan and have wild sex for about two hours. I heard her yell Michael’s name over and over again but strangely never heard Michael utter more than a few grunts. As I sat in my room, listening, my imagination started to wander. I thought about Michael, naked and sweaty, stroking his cock in and out of some faceless woman. My pussy started to get wet. My imagination turned to seeing his hands molding and pinching a pair of breasts. Mine actually. I could almost feel his fingers wrapping themselves tight around my flesh. My panties were soaking as I listened to another orgasm from the mystery fuck down the hall. I hadn’t had sex in two weeks and this was killing me. I tried breathing slowly, focusing on something else. All I could imagine was Michael and his raging cock surging between my legs. Before I knew it, my fingers were skimming over my panties, lightly stroking my wet lips through the thin cotton. Closing my eyes, I pushed the cotton aside and slid a finger slowly into my waiting slit. I tried to imagine my finger as Michael’s finger, caressing me, stroking me. I was aroused like never before but I knew my fingers weren’t going to be enough to get me off tonight. 

As I laid there, my fingers slipping slowly in and out of my pussy, I heard Michael’s door open and then the front door. Michael headed towards the bathroom and then I heard the shower running. My overactive imagination pictured Michael in the shower, water beating down on his shoulders and running down his naked body. I wanted to be in that shower with him, spreading my hands on him. When I heard the shower turn off, I knew I had to do something.

I waited until I heard the bathroom door open. Stepping out of my room, I caught Michael as he was exiting the bathroom. He stopped and looked at me, his eyes moving over my jersey. Michael is a huge Packers fan and is actually the one who bought me my jersey. 

“I didn’t know you were home. I thought you were out with Clint tonight?” Water was dripping from his hair to his shoulders. A drop ran down the front of his chest, over his nipple and down his stomach to disappear in the towel wrapped around his waist. Again, I found myself envious of that damn towel. 

I walked closer to him and smiled. “I was but we made it an early night. Just wasn’t happening.” I was standing directly across from him in the hallway. “Unfortunately Clint couldn’t give me what I wanted tonight.”

“What’s that?”

A loaded question if ever I’d heard one. Without another word, I stepped closer to Michael and dropped down in front of him. Lifting one hand to his stomach, I pushed him back against the wall. With my other hand, I pulled the towel around his waist. It fell open revealing what I really wanted. Michael’s cock. He was semi-hard and was still about 6 inches long. Michael seemed stunned and he quickly became even more stunned as I wrapped my hand around his dick and slowly guided him to my mouth. He tasted clean and fresh from his shower, still slightly damp. Using my mouth, I sucked him to full hardness. His cock filled my mouth, pushing back against my throat. I clawed my hand on his stomach and pulled my nails down his skin. His cock jerked in my mouth. Pulling back, I slid my lips up his length nearly releasing him from my mouth. Instead of letting him go, I pushed my mouth back down until the tip of his cock touched the back of my throat. I sucked and wrapped my fingers around his balls. Michael moaned and thrust his cock deeper into my mouth.

I smiled around his dick as I pulled back again. This time, I wrapped my lips tight around his mushroom head and sucked hard, twisting my mouth around him. Michael’s hands came down onto the back of my head and pushed me gently down on him again. My fingers clamped into his thighs as I used just my mouth to fuck him. 

“That’s it baby. Oh fuck yea. Suck my cock. Suck it hard.” Michael was thrusting his hips to my mouth as my lips worked up and down his cock. Wrapping my fingers around the base of his cock, I twisted them in opposite directions as I again ministered only to his head. I could taste his precum, little drops oozing from his tip. Releasing him from my mouth, I held his cock straight up and licked the underside slowly. Running my tongue from the base of his cock, down where his balls hung heavy, up to the very tip and then around his head and back down again. I licked him slowly. I loved the way he tasted. 

Michael wrapped his hand around his cock and guided it back into my mouth. “Suck it baby. Make me cum in your mouth. I want to fill your mouth, baby. I know you want it too. Suck it.” Michael muttered encouragement as I slowly sucked his cock back into my mouth. My head moved faster and faster over his dick. His hands never left my head. As he neared orgasm, Michael wrapped my ponytail around his fist and pulled hard, using it as a handle. Michael was moaning, grunting, begging me to suck his cock harder. I gripped his thighs and then shifted my hands around him to cup his ass with both palms. Holding him tight, I worked my mouth up and down his cock. I felt him shudder, his balls jerked under my chin and then his cock exploded in my mouth. Michael rammed his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth as he filled it with his cum. I swallowed, making room for more. I couldn’t believe how much he had left in him. Finally, when his cock finally finished spewing, he released my hair and lifted me up to stand against him. His mouth crushed mine, his tongue diving deep into my mouth. I know he could taste his own cum on my tongue and that just made me more horny.

As the kiss broke, Michael looked at me and smiled. “Now it’s my turn.” Grabbing my head, he pulled me back to my bedroom. Before I could take my jersey off, Michael stopped me. “No, just take off your panties. For now.” I smiled and slowly slipped my panties down my legs and kicked them to the side. Michael turned me around and bent me over my bed, my ass in the air. He lifted one of my knees up so it rested on the edge of the bed. Slipping to his knees behind me, I closed my eyes and waited. I didn’t wait long. 

Michael’s hands slid up my thighs and pushed the jersey up over my ass. My pussy was spread wide for him thanks to my position. Using the tips of his fingers, he opened my lips. I moaned as he touched me. When his tongue lapped my open pussy, I nearly screamed. Leaning forward on my elbows, I tried to spread my legs wider. Michael’s tongue glided over my lips, up and down, licking me slowly. Now I understood why all the women loved Michael. He ate pussy like a God. Still holding my lips wide, Michael pushed the tip of his tongue inside me, wiggled it around and then withdrew. Over and over again, he plunged his tongue inside my pussy and then pulled out. I was moaning, trying to push my hips back so my pussy would be harder on his tongue. As he licked me, Michael avoided my hard little clit. I begged him to suck it but he just kept licking around it. He knew the moment he touched it, I’d come and he didn’t want that yet.

Changing the position of his hands, he now used only one to hold my pussy wide for his questing tongue. As his tongue lapped my juices, Michael slowly pushed two fingers deep inside my aching pussy. I cried out as his fingers fucked me slow. He’d push all the way to the first knuckle, stop, wait and then push into the second knuckle, stop, wait and then push all the way in. Once his fingers were deep inside me, he’d stop again. His tongue would lick around my lips, sucking on my sensitive skin. Michael would wiggle his fingers deep inside me, then pull out, only to repeat the exercise over and over again. I was nearly dying. After another five turns of finger torture, Michael pressed his mouth to my pussy and his tongue flicked across my clit. I bucked, pushing my pussy down on his face and came harder than I can remember. My pussy released more cream than I thought I had in me. Michael sucked my pussy, drinking every last drop.

Without waiting, Michael got up, wrapped his hand in the bottom of my jersey and rammed his cock hard into my sensitive pussy. I bucked again, pumping my hips with his thrusts. I came again, harder than the first time. As Michael fucked me, ramming his cock over and over into my hot channel, I begged him to fuck me harder. His hand gripped my ass, his nails digging into my skin. With each thrust, Michael would pull back until just the tip of his raging cock was inside me and then slam himself back in all the way to the hilt. This was what I’d craved. This was what I had needed.

“Fuck me harder. Fuck me, Michael! Fuck my pussy!” I was wild. Michael moved his hand up and wrapped his fist in my ponytail again. Pulling my head back, he bent over and licked my neck. I moaned and pushed back against him. His cock felt like he was getting harder inside me. I came again, my pussy clenching around his cock. Michael pulled out and flipped me over. As he lifted my legs over his shoulders, he rammed his cock deep inside me again. Pushing my jersey up, Michael grabbed my breasts and held on. He fucked me harder, bouncing the bed with each thrust. I was moaning, begging, yelling. My pussy tightened again and I came yet again. Michael shouted out that he was going to come and then slammed into me full tilt. I felt his cock explode. He pulled out and come flew everywhere. I watched as drop after drop hit my pussy, my stomach, my breasts, my jersey. 

Wrapping his hand around his cock and stroking it one last time, Michael finally stopped coming. Collapsing down beside me on the bed, Michael looked at me and smiled. “Was that what you wanted?”

I grinned, “Maybe. We’ll have to keep trying to see if it is or not.” Michael laughed and closed his eyes. His cock was already starting to stir again. Just thinking of the possibilities had my pussy juicing up again. I decided right then and there it’s always important to find good roommates.

Roommates



"So how long is Greg gone for?"

Sally looked up as Renee, her roommate walked into the kitchen.

"Until tomorrow night. He has lab on Friday so he has to come back."

They were all students at Boston University. Greg's family, like her own, lived back in Connecticut. They usually went down to visit together but she had an exam and couldn't make the trip.

"You miss him a lot?" Renee asked sitting across from her at the small, round table.

"You have no idea. But, he hasn't seen his parents in months." Sally answered, a heavy sigh escaping her. She really couldn't begrudge him for going. He was an only child and his parents doted on him. Unlike her, who had three brothers and a sister.

"Cheer up Sal. Tommy's coming over and we're going for pizza. Wanna come?"

Tommy was Renee's new one-look-and-your-panties-are-soaked boyfriend. He was such a hottie. And perfect for Renee. Not that Sally was interested in him. She loved Greg. And he loved her. But she still appreciated a piece of eye candy like Tommy.

"No thanks. Greg's going to call later. I don't want to miss him."

"Suit yourself." Renee got up and went into her room to finish getting ready.

Sally was just about to do the same when the doorbell rang.

"Hello gorgeous." Tommy said when she opened the door.

"Hello yourself handsome." She said, stepping back to let him in.

And Lord was he. He stood about 6'4". All solid muscle from playing football. His sandy blond hair was shoulder length and usually pulled back into a ponytail. Tonight though, he wore it loose.

She gave him plenty of room but still he managed to brush his body up against hers.

Sally closed her eyes and held back a groan. What she wouldn't give to be single and spend one night with him. Renee was her roommate after all and from the shouts and moans coming from her bedroom, she could only imagine the pleasure to be found with Tommy. Just the thought of having his body against hers was making her pussy cream.

"Renee's getting ready." She said, closed the door and moved to stand by the table.

"Thanks."

He walked into the small living room and flopped down on the couch. He patted the seat next to him. Sally shook her head. He flashed her a wicked smile.

"I don't bite Sally. Unless you want me to." He said with an arch of an eyebrow.

Fuck! That was sexy on a guy.

"Well, I don't want you to." She wanted to sound offended, but couldn't. She was so wet and aroused. Bite her? Hell, right now she wanted him to bend her over and fuck her tight pussy.

"Ready babe." Renee called walking into the room.

Sally never really envied any woman. She was comfortable with her brown curly hair, green eyes and 5'4" and 120 pound frame. Tommy and Renee made such a perfect couple. They complimented each other. Where he was light, she was dark. Black long hair and dark eyes. Only a few inches shorter than him, they didn't make and odd pair.

"Great. Let's go." Tommy stood and wrapped an arm around her waist. He guided her toward the kitchen.

"You sure you don't want to come?" Renee asked again as she zipped her purse closed.

"No thanks." A pity dinner wasn't on her list of things to do tonight. If she couldn't have Greg, she would have the next best thing.

"What's up? No Greg tonight?" Tommy asked as he opened the door.

"He's away. Sal's all alone tonight."

"Then come with us. Can't think of anything better then spending the night with two hot chicks."

"No thanks Tommy. Really. Greg's calling later." Being a third wheel wasn't really her style.

"Ok then. Let's go." He looked at Renee.

"Go start the car babe. I'll be right down."

Tommy winked at Sally then left.

"He likes you." Renee said after the door closed.

"I love Greg, Renee. I have no designs on Tommy. Honest." She hurried to reassure her. The last thing she wanted was to have Renee jealous of her. As if!

Renee laughed instead.

"Relax Sal. I know you don't. I just thought you should know. Tommy wants to fuck you."

"What!" Now she was shocked. That hunk of man wanted to fuck her? Okay, that was an ego boost.

"I don't mind." Renee moved closer and stroked her bare arm. "You're a very beautiful girl Sally." Renee leaned closer and kissed her lightly on the lips.

"Think about it." Renee whispered against her lips.

Sally stared wide-eyed as Renee smiled and left. She just stood there and stared at the closed door. Had Renee really just kissed her? Did Tommy really want to fuck her? Ok, this was too much to process. The last thing she needed to do was think about it. If she did, she just might....

Sally walked into her bedroom and sat down on the bed. Ok, this was totally freaking her out. Where the hell was Greg when she needed him? She was so hot right now. So turned on by the thoughts going through her mind she could hardly sit still. She needed relief. And she needed it now.

Laying back, she slid her hand into her shorts, into her panties, to her soaked pussy. Her fingertips traced her smooth, outer lips. She felt the evidence of her arousal coating her.

Sally spread her thighs wider. One long finger dipped inside her hot pussy. She moaned and rotated her hips. She wiggled her finger deep inside her. Her thumb found her swollen clit and she began to lightly stroke it.

With her other hand, she reached into the nightstand drawer and grabbed her trusty bullet. It was small, but it did the trick. And right now she needed it vibrating against her throbbing clit.

Slipping it into her panties, she parted her wet pussy lips and positioned the little silver cylinder inside her lips against her clit. She turned the dial to low and started a low buzzing. It took a couple of tries to get the right position. But after, she raised her knees up and turned up the vibration. Oh yeah, this was definitely what she needed.

Her other hand went under her shirt and squeezed her breast. Her fingers plucked at her hardened nipple. She twisted and pulled at it. The pleasure and pain of it shooting straight to her pulsing pussy.

"Hmmmm." She moaned. Her knees clamped together, holding the bullet against her clit. Her hips rocked.

Oh Yes! Her hips rocked faster. 

But she needed more. Leaving her breast she slid her fingers into her shorts, passed the vibrating bullet to her soaked hole. She spread her thighs and inserted her long middle finger deep inside her weeping cunt. In and out she sawed her finger. She stuck it in as far as it would go, wiggling it. massaging the spongy tissue.

Wanting more, needing more, she slid another finger inside her. Scissoring them. Spreading her pink lips wide. Her fingers fucked in and out of her wet pussy, filling the room with the squelching sounds of her wetness.

"Oh God! Oh God!" She chanted, the tightening in her stomach starting to build.

Her hips bucked against her hand. The sweet pressure was building deep inside her. She could feel her pussy starting to clench on her fingers. The bullet buzzed her aching clit. Her fingers plunged deep inside her.

"YES!" Sally cried, her hips shooting off the bed as her cream rushed from her spasming pussy and coated her fingers and hand.

She reached fro the dial on the bullet and turned it down to a low buzz. Breathing heavy, Sally slid her finger from her dripping pussy. Fuck, that was good. She was going to make sure the next time Greg went home, he fucked her raw before he left.

She started to roll over when a movement in the doorway caught her eye.

"Um, we decided on take home." A deep, familiar voice said from the doorway.

To be continued......



Roommates



Disclaimer: All mine. Female loving. No violence. A bit of language. Love feedback.

***

University is complicated no matter the circumstances, but for Nick Kotsopoulous it was all that much harder. Leaving her family and all that she'd ever known, she traveled half way across the world for the chance of expanding her horizons by getting her doctorate in English from Yale University. The decision was a hard one to make but her family knew as well as she did that in order for her to get the best education possible and open many doors of opportunity along the way, she must leave her home-country and seek guidance abroad. Young and bright, Nick was immediately accepted into Yale's graduate program with various scholarship offers coming from all directions. She eagerly accepted the school's generosity and barely done with her first degree, she was on the first plane out of the country. 

Her first year into the degree was a bit rocky; having to adapt to her new surroundings while trying to push down her longings for her family and friends. The school work was extremely interesting however and it kept her busy and distracted for most of the time, especially since she made it her first and most important priority. She was intent on finishing the degree in four years and it seemed like she was on the right track. It helped keep her mind off of those she missed but it also kept her hidden away in her dorm room, away from any company or social life. 

The lecturers were delighted to have her on their staff, both as a researcher and as an assistant, but after the first year, when they grew to know her better, they became worried. They felt she was too much of a recluse and dedicated herself to her task with too much diligence. Deciding to offer a helping hand, they arranged for her to be saddled with a roommate. Graduate students had the privilege of choosing single rooms and since Nick showed obvious prominence, they were happy to oblige with her request. However, when the time passed and Nick showed no interest in any kind of social life, her friends in the department decided to meddle. 

"Why am I getting a roommate again?" Nick asked in irritation. She was enjoying her space and was adamant to hold on to it. Besides, she had gotten used to having the entire room to herself and was reluctant to have to deal with any outsider. 

"Well, there is a shortage of rooms in the dormitory and we are having some problems with a fairly large number of new students. We'll compensate you for this, you can be sure of that. And I further assure you, once we find a more appropriate solution, you'll get your single room again." Said Michael O'brien, the graduate advisor. 

"Look, I understand about the shortage and all, but aren't there any other single bedrooms you can invade?" 

Michael suppressed a chuckle, "Nope, sorry. Yours is the last one and we can't put a female student in with a male." He hoped this would satisfy her into accepting the new transfer. 

They believed the new student would be able to shake Nick out of her self imposed stoicism and bring her into the world of the living. She was new to the university, a third year medical student, who was both sharp in mind and perky in spirit; just the right combination to draw anyone out of their shell. 

"Why don't you meet her and see for yourself? You might just get along." He offered. 

Nick sighed deeply, "Fine, it's not like I have any choice, right?" 

Michael smiled, "Right," and patted her on the back. 

The next day Nick was introduced to miss perky. She was about 5'4 with shoulder length blonde hair, and sparkling green eyes. Outwardly, she seemed nice enough, but it would take more than that to win Nick over. When the door burst open and the girl started shoveling in her luggage, Nick was, not surprisingly, studying. Raising her head and blinking at the bright light from the outside, she then narrowed her eyes at her new roommate. She wasn't sure if her luggage would even fit into the once single bedroom. The dormitory staff arranged for a second bed to be brought in and placed against the far wall, in front of the door. Next to it, they put a small desk, a wooden library and a compact dresser. On the other side of the room, where Nick's bedroom stood, the furnishings were much the same. The space the girl would now occupy used to be Nick's living room and she was sad to see it go away. 

After finishing with her luggage, and filling half the room in the process, the blonde bounded over to her bored looking roommate. "Hi, I'm Amy." She offered her hand and smiled charmingly. 

Nick looked at her suspiciously and got up from her chair. "I'm Nick. And before you get settled I want to clear some ground rules. I really dislike noise, I don't like to be bothered while I'm studying and generally speaking, I don't want parties, friends, loud music or anything of the like brought into this room." With that said, she took the stunned girl's hand in a firm shake and moved to grab a soda from the small mini bar in the corner. 

Amy slowly got her bearings and said sharply, "I don't tolerate those things either, but especially, I don't like being spoken to with disrespect or condescension. Keep that in mind." Turning around, she went to put her things in order and generally stay out of the overbearing woman's way. 

That was more than a year ago. Now, there was nothing that could possibly come between those two. In the year they had lived together they became the best of friends as they learned the other's likes and dislikes. They got into a routine that both found perfectly convenient and suitable and no one ever mentioned getting things back to their previous state. It seemed, however, that Nick's friends' plan didn't work out exactly as they had wished. Indeed, Nick began seeing the light of day from time to time, but as fate would have it, Amy was just as studious as Nick. She was at the top of her class and intended on remaining in that spot till the end of her degree. She told Nick in their many conversations how becoming a doctor would be a dream come true for her; how she loved and admired those working in that profession, and how she would gladly sacrifice a few years of her young life for the sake of reaching her goals. They were both dedicated students and found they were content in their role in life. 

On the other hand, Amy, with her bubbly personality managed to make friends very quickly and was soon swamped with calls and invitations to parties and the like. Even though she was very much into her studies, she had to admit that she wanted to experience the life of a student more fully and wished to go out with her friends and see the things she'd been missing for herself. Every time she was invited to a party, she tried to coax Nick out of her chair and pull her in the direction of the real world. But her many tries usually ended fruitlessly. Nick was even worse than her when it came to her purposefulness. 

It was morning and the sun was shining brightly when Amy entered the room. She had just come back from class and wanted to have a chat with her best friend. Entering their room, she made her way into Nick's domain, not surprised at finding her leaning over her desk, reading and typing away at her laptop. Sneaking from behind, she placed her hands on Nick's broad shoulders and started massaging them. Nick jumped slightly at the unexpected touch, but quickly relaxed into the soothing hands as they continued to attack her sore muscles. 

"Hey, you still at it?" 

"Hey Amy. Yeah, I have to write this paper." 

"Aww, come on. I want to talk to you for a bit. You can go back to your paper afterwards." 

Nick looked over her shoulder at Amy, "I'm sorry, babe, but I really have to work on this. It's due in two days and I'm so not on schedule." She took Amy's hand in hers and squeezed apologetically. 

Amy moved to the side so she could see Nick better and turned her chair around. "Please?" She asked and fluttered her eyelashes prettily. 

Nick chuckled and shook her head. "You're incorrigible, you know that?" 

Amy smiled happily and pulled Nick by the hand, leading her into her part of the room. Settling on her bed, she pulled Nick next to her. 

"Alright, what did you want to talk about?" Nick folded her legs and sat facing Amy. 

"Nothing specific." Amy shrugged. 

Nick rolled her eyes; she knew there was something on Amy's mind but she also knew she would probably have to fish it out of her. "Okay...umm, how was class?" She decided to beat around the bush for a little while with the hope that Amy would push her in the right direction. 

Amy shrugged, "Okay." 

Nick bit her lip in thought, "Hey, how was your date last night?" She had forgotten all about it. Amy went out on a date last night with a guy she'd been talking about for a while. She hadn't heard her come back but she knew it wasn't before 1am. 

Amy took a deep breath and said, "Not so great. He turned out to be an asshole." 

Nick frowned and looked at her in concern, "Why? What happened?" 

This time Amy took her bottom lip between her teeth and chewed on it thoughtfully, "You promise not to get upset?" 

Nick became visibly upset with that remark, "How can I not get upset when you ask me such a question? What happened?" Her insides were starting to roil with the possibilities that passed through her head. 

"After we left the restaurant, he asked if I wanted to go for a walk on the beach and I told him that I was tired and had an early start, so it would probably be best if he just took me home. He seemed alright with that and we left. But then a few miles away from here, he stopped the car on the side of the road and told me he had a really nice time. He leaned over and started kissing me, which was nice at first but then he got more aggressive and I pushed him away. I asked him what he was doing and he said, 'getting what I deserve,' and started mauling me again. I got angry and pushed him hard, managing to open the door in the process and get out of the car. I was shaking with anger and adrenaline and felt like screaming at him at the top of my lungs. But before I could do anything, he pulled the door closed and drove off." 

Nick couldn't help her reaction, she jumped off the bed and started pacing, gesturing wildly with her hands. "He did what?! That piece of shit! I'm going to freaking kill him!" 

Amy jumped to her feet and grabbed Nick's hand, pulling her down on the bed again. "Nick, calm down, please. You promised you wouldn't get upset." 

"No, actually I didn't. How did you get home? Why didn't you call me?" 

"I walked home. It wasn't very far, only a few miles. And I didn't want to bother you, I knew you had an early start as well." She lowered her head and sniffed. 

Nick immediately felt like the biggest jerk; here Amy was telling her of her horrifying date and instead of comforting her friend, she was going ballistic. Taking a breath and calming herself down, she gently raised Amy's head to her eye level. Smiling gently, she tucked a few loose strands of hair behind her ear and softly caressed her cheek with her knuckles. "I'm sorry for going crazy on you. I just wish I could kill the little..." She clenched her teeth and murmured the rest of the sentence under her breath. "Amy, you know you can always call me, no matter what. I would have been there in a second. Please, promise me, that if you ever need me, you'll let me know. Okay?" 

Amy nodded slightly, blonde strands falling back on her face in the process, "I promise." 

"Okay." Nick smiled and pulled the girl into a soft embrace. Tucking her head under her chin, she caressed the silky hair while drawing soothing circles on her back. As they sat on Amy's bed, holding each other closely, Nick asked, "Do you know where he lives?" 

Amy chuckled and slapped her side jokingly, "No, and leave it at that. His parents own half the university. Trust me, he's not the kind of person you'd like to mess with. You really don't need that kind of trouble. Besides, I'm fine and you're so sweet for offering to hurt him." She pushed away slightly and smiled. 

"Any time, kiddo." Nick flashed a lopsided grin and chucked her on the chin lightly. Amy just shook her head and pulled her back into the hug. 

They spent the rest of the day studying, then in the evening, they watched a movie together on the small TV they had bought for their room. Life was good for the two students and nothing seemed capable of disrupting that perfectly ordered existence. 

After her horrendous date, Amy stopped going out on dates and instead followed in Nick's footsteps, contending herself in studying and seeing her other friends from time to time. During that period Amy and Nick became even better friends, if that was even possible. Since they spent so much time together they couldn't even imagine themselves spending time apart. All of Amy's friends were positive that something more was going on between the two but kept quiet for fear they could be mistaken. One day, Julia, one of Amy's classmates and study-buddies spilled the secret. "So, you going home with Nick for the holidays?" 

Amy looked surprised for a minute, thinking the question over, "No. I'm not even sure if she's going home for the holidays. I guess I'll ask her if she'd like to come home with me." 

"Oh that's nice. Your parents okay with that?" Julia asked nonchalantly, munching on a piece of cold pizza. 

"Yeah sure. Why wouldn't they be?" Amy looked at her quizzically. 

Julia shrugged, "Oh, I don't know. Not everybody is cool with all that." 

Amy knew something was going on since Julia was never that evasive. Usually, you didn't have to do much in order to get a straightforward answer from her. Putting down her own slice of pizza, she asked, "Cool with what? What are you talking about?" 

Julia swallowed hard, almost choking on an only half chewed piece. Trying to cover up her deer-caught-in-the-headlights look, she attempted a change of subject. "Nothing. So, how's your anatomy going?" 

Amy narrowed her eyes accusingly, "Smooth, Jules. Now spit it out. What's going on?" 

Sweating, Julia scratched the back of her neck nervously, "Well...You guys seem awfully close, you know? So naturally, we just thought you were...you know." 

Amy cocked her head to the side, "No, I don't know. Enlighten me, please. For a doctor to be, you're not being very eloquent or coherent." 

"Come on, Amy. You know what I'm talking about. You guys look like you're...like you're..." She exhaled loudly before going straight out, "like you're more than friends." 

"What do you mean? What more can we be?" Amy was truly at a loss; her naiveté apparently getting the better of her. 

"Amy, you can't be that innocent, can you?" At the blank look on Amy's face, she decided to spell it out for her. 

"Lovers, Amy. We thought you guys were lovers." 

Amy nearly choked at the admission. "What?! Why in the world would you think that?" 

Julia resumed eating, "Well, I'm surprised you didn't figure it out yourself. I mean, neither of you ever goes out, except together, you're absolutely inseparable, you obviously care a lot about each other; there are times that I feel like an intruder when I'm around you two...the sparks are flying so high and bright." 

Amy was staring blankly, blinking from time to time just to show she was still alive. "But...but, I'm straight, and so is she!" 

Julia shrugged, "I don't know what to call it. But there's obviously something more going on, and if this is news to you then you are seriously blind. I'm sorry if we were wrong, but we really didn't mean anything by it. We just thought...well, never mind. Please don't be mad at us...at me." She requested meekly. 

Amy swallowed and shook her head, "No, no, I'm not mad. I'm just...in shock." 

Julia patted her knee and changed the subject, this time, more successfully. 

When Amy got back to her room, she was still in a daze. As per usual, Nick was buried in her books and barely looked up when Amy came in. "Hey," she said over her shoulder. Amy flopped herself on her bed and stared at the ceiling, not having heard Nick's greeting. Thoughts were running through her head, colliding with each other, making a mess of her already muddled brain. Julia's words kept echoing in her ears, driving her to distraction. 'Lovers...we thought you were lovers...lovers...lovers...' Without her notice, a tear slid down her cheek. Soon, one was followed by another and she could no longer make herself stop. 

Nick, who was surprised to hear no answering greeting, rolled her chair around and looked curiously. The sight of Amy flopped on her bed wasn't anything unusual, but her curiosity got the better of her and she got up to investigate. When she got near enough and saw the tears running down her friend's fair cheeks, she thought her heart would beat out of her chest. Dropping to her knees next to Amy's bed, she pulled the pliant body toward her in a hug. "Amy? Honey, what's the matter?" She asked frantically. When the tears wouldn't stop, she simply held her in her arms and rocked her, whispering comforting words into her red tipped ear. 

Finally, the tears seemed to subside and Amy hiccupped softly. Pulling slightly away, Nick tried to capture her gaze. "Amy? What's wrong, sweetie?" 

At the loving look she received after her small breakdown, Amy was on the verge of breaking into another bout of tears. She finally saw what her friends had seen all along and wondered how she could have been so blind. She still wasn't sure of her feelings, or of Nick's feelings, but she knew she loved her...deeply. Unwilling to think it over, ponder the consequences, or the implications, Amy decided that for once in her life she would follow her heart, even if it meant throwing caution to the wind. Raising a hand to Nick's worried face, she caressed her cheek gently and pulled her closer, bringing their lips together in the sweetest contact. 

Nick was surprised for a second, but quickly got her bearings and let herself be enveloped by the sweetest, purest sensation that could possibly be found on earth. The kiss was over way too soon, and they drew apart. Amy was staring into Nick's wide blue eyes, swallowing thickly and trying to form a coherent thought. She didn't know what impelled her to kiss Nick, but she knew she simply had to, there was no doubt about it. And it had felt so good. Still reeling from the intense sensations that were running through her, Nick knew she had to say something, break the tension, but she had nothing...her head was completely empty. 

"I'm sorry..." Amy began, but then stopped herself. She realized that she wasn't in the least bit sorry. She was very much confused but not sorry at all. She didn't regret the kiss, she was glad it happened and was busy beating herself up for not noticing what was going on sooner. However, she had a feeling that Nick was just as lost as she was, if the look on her face meant anything. "I'm not sorry for the kiss...I'm just sorry I jumped on you like that. Nick, please don't hate me, I just had to find out...see if what they were saying is true." 

Nick shook her head, "Wait, wait. First of all, I could never hate you, and second, who said what and what brought this on?" Although Nick had always considered herself straight, she had to wonder. She loved Amy dearly and would do anything for her, but she never thought or even considered this option of something more. Perhaps she never considered that because their relationship was so easy, so pure and loving that neither wanted to taint it with something more. But then again, that kiss felt incredible, Nick had to admit. It had felt like her world suddenly burst into life and her heart started beating for the very first time. Moreover, she always enjoyed holding Amy and being near her, and felt like she could kill any person that were to hurt her. She always chucked it up to being overly protective. Deep down, if she took a moment to consider her feelings, she found a kernel of desire whenever she thought about her beautiful friend. She couldn't ignore the fact that she found her extremely attractive, but the possibility never came to mind. Why? She asked herself. Because we just never considered that a possibility between us, she thought quietly; we never gave this a chance. 




Roommates



Amy gazed into Nick's face, watching as the emotions swept over her beautiful features. Since day one, she thought her roommate was one of the most attractive women she'd ever seen. That was the reason she wondered at first why Nick never dated, or got out. In time, she learned of her utmost dedication and came to know her on many deeper levels. Why have we never thought about it? Maybe we have and it just didn't register in our consciousness. We are perfect for each other, but what does that mean? What does it say about us?

"Julia said some things to me this afternoon that made me think." Amy said eventually. 

"More like made you cry. What happened?" 

"She kind of took me by surprise. We talked about the upcoming holidays and one thing led to another and she said they all thought we were spending the holidays together because they thought we were together...as...more than friends." She finished quietly, still a bit shy about discussing the subject. 

Nick took a deep breath and released it slowly, unconsciously brushing the blonde hair out of Amy's eyes. "They did, huh? Well, I can't say I blame them really." 

Amy looked startled for a moment, "You knew? You thought about it too? Why didn't you say something?" 

Nick raised her hands in defense, "No, no...I didn't mean that. I've never even considered it, to tell you the truth, but now, hearing it from you, it makes a lot of sense. I guess I would have thought the same thing if I weren't in the middle of this." 

Amy lowered her gaze, "Yeah, I guess you're right. So, what do we do now?" She practically begged in a tiny whisper. 

Nick shrugged, "Anything you want. If I'm not mistaken, this is kind of new to both of us and it obviously hit you hard. I think we just need a little time to think things over and see where we go from there." 

Amy nodded, "Yeah, sounds like a plan. We'll talk though, right?" 

Nick smiled lovingly, "Of course we will. This changes nothing for me. It only adds to what I've already been feeling." 

Amy answered with a brilliant smile of her own, "For me too." 

Amy pulled herself up and sat on the edge of the bed. Nick stood in front of her and took her in a tight hug. Amy laid her head on Nick's flat stomach, squeezing for all her worth. Nick bent down and placed a gentle kiss on the top of Amy's head before stepping out of the embrace and heading back to her own part of the room. "Will you be okay?" She asked after a moment. 

"Yeah, don't worry." Said Amy and resumed her prone position. 

A week passed with both quite busy with papers and class material. Both kept thinking about the change of events and mulling over their possibilities. The holidays seemed closer than ever and decisions had to be made. Their relationship hadn't suffered but their usual intimacy seemed to be missing. Their touches seemed to be briefer and scarcer than ever, and school work was pushing them further away from each other, making them feel very lonely even when they were both in the room. Their friends immediately noticed the change but no one said a word. Julia was still beating herself up for messing with her friends' relationship by opening her big mouth. Consequently, she tried to steer clear of the two as much as possible. Generally, the situation was slowly becoming unbearable and they knew it was time to talk. 

"I think we need to talk." Amy told Nick, who was in her usual position in front of her desk. 

"I think so too." Nick got up and went to Amy's side of the room. Instead of taking a seat in her usual spot on Amy's bed, she grabbed a chair and pulled it closer.

Amy took a shaky breath and bit her bottom lip. "What's happened to us? We said nothing was going to happen, that if anything, it will be better. And look at us now. We can't even sit together like we used to. For the past week, we barely spoke two words to each other and I barely even saw you. This is what I was afraid would happen. We're drifting apart and I hate this!" Cried Amy, pearly tears flowing down her cheeks. 

Nick could never stand seeing someone cry, especially her best friend. Getting off the chair, she walked over to the bed and sat on the edge, pulling Amy toward her. "I'm so sorry. I'm such a jerk. I never meant for this to happen either but things seemed to get out of hand. We've both been busy this week and on top of it all, I've had some hard time in a couple of my classes and having all these thoughts running through my head sure hasn't helped anything." Nick ran her fingers soothingly through Amy's hair, brushing her cheek on the crown of her head. 

"I'm sorry, this has been hard and trying on the both of us. You're not a jerk, I'm just over sensitive." 

Nick snorted, "Nah, you?" 

Amy slapped her stomach playfully. "So, what are we going to do?" 

Nick cleared her throat in thought. "Well, I think it would be best if we give this a try and if it doesn't work, I would like for us to remain friends." 

Amy looked up at her, "Similarly to what happened this week?" 

Nick grimaced slightly, "Look Amy, I love you, you know that. You're my vest friend and I would do anything for you, and that is something that would never change, no matter what. I want to give this a try between us because I believe that something so beautiful doesn't come around too often, and I wouldn't want to regret it for the rest of my life. If this doesn't work out, I swear to you that this week was not a model for the 'what if' scenario. It will hurt, I'm positive about that, but it will never change the way I feel for you." 

"I think you're right. I don't want to regret anything about this, about us. I want to try and see what happens. For once, I'd like to leave things up to fate and step back to enjoy whatever it throws my way." 

Nick smiled and after a brief pause, lowered her head to kiss Amy's sweet lips. The kiss started out gently, softly exploring the lips of the other. Soon, that wasn't enough and the kiss grew deeper; a movement of tongues sensually seeking the warmth of the other. They caressed each other for a few minutes, delighting in the sweet torture that was their kiss. And then, they broke apart. Trying to catch their breaths, they looked at each other silently. 

"Would you like to go out with me?" Asked Nick sweetly. 

Amy bit her bottom lip, still tasting Nick's unique flavor, "As on a date?" 

Nick smiled, "Yes, smarty pants, as on a date." 

"Hmm...let me think about it." She pretended to think for a moment but then started giggling uncontrollably when Nick jumped her and started tickling. "Okay, okay, I'll go out with you...please...stop...Oh God...I'm gonna pee...stop..." 

It was Friday night and the girls were getting ready for their first date. Neither wanted to be seen by the other, so they hid all day, each on her side of the room, separated by a curtain that was put up as a divide. At 8pm sharp, they were both ready and anxious. Nick stepped out of her room, dressed in tight blue jeans and a blue sweater that hugged her curves in all the right places. She was stunned mute for a second when her eyes captured Amy. Amy was wearing a white button-down blouse with a pair of beige chinos and golden pumps. Her hair was pulled up allowing a few strands to curl around her face. "You're stunning." Nick finally said, finding her voice. 

Amy blushed, "Thank you, so are you." 

"Shall we, Milady?" Nick bowed at the waist and opened the door for her. 

They had a nice long dinner at a quiet restaurant on the beach, then went to catch the late show at the cinema. It was past midnight by the time they got back. Nick unlocked the door to their room and allowed Amy to enter first. Standing with her back to the closed door, Nick smiled. "Thank you for a lovely evening. I had a great time." 

Amy smiled in return, "Me too. Would you like to come in?" She asked jokingly. 

Nick chuckled. "Sure, don't mind if I do." 

Taking off their jackets, Amy went to sit on the bed and Nick grabbed her chair. They gazed at each other for a few moments, both were silent. There was a kind of tension in the air that was inexplicable to them. They had done this a million times over and yet, it had never even come close.

Nick finally broke the silence. "You really are breathtaking tonight, even more so than usually. I'm glad we decided to do this."

"Thank you. I'm glad we decided to do this too. By far, it was the best date I've ever had." 

They smiled at each other and Nick couldn't help herself, leaning forward and capturing Amy's soft lips with her own. The kiss steadily grew more heated, as their tongues requested entrance into not so long ago forbidden territories. Someone moaned but neither was curious enough to stop and investigate. Before they knew what was happening, Nick had Amy on her back, caressing every inch of exposed skin while trying to uncover more. Nick trailed her hot kisses to Amy's straining throat, licking at a forming bead of sweat. Her hands were busily trying to undo the buttons on her blouse, her lips soon reaching her more than enticing cleavage. When her tongue touched the edge of Amy's breast, Amy gasped and pulled back. "Wait, wait, please..." 

Nick immediately backed away, stopping her ministrations, but keeping her position on top. They were both breathing hard and words were coming out with difficulty. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Did I hurt you?" 

Amy shook her head, "No, I'm just...I just got a little nervous." 

Nick brushed the hair off Amy's forehead, "I'm sorry for scaring you. Do you want to stop?" Nick didn't want to stop but she would have done anything Amy asked of her, even if it included physical pain on her part. 

Swallowing, Amy said, "No, I don't want to stop. Let's just go slow, okay?" 

Nick smiled and kissed her glistening forehead, "Of course, baby." 

Everything seemed to come so naturally to them; it was almost as though they had done it a thousand times over. The caresses continued at a more leisurely pace and this time Nick waited for Amy's signals, allowing her to get accustomed to the new experiences. She didn't venture forward until she was positive that it was exactly as Amy wanted it. Their clothes were soon scattered on the floor around the bed as they lay together, skin on skin, touching and tasting every part of the other's body. Amy spread her legs to accommodate Nick's body and groaned when her core encountered her silky thigh. Slowly, sensually, they started moving in sync, rocking against each other in the age-old dance. Sweat made their bodies glide with ease, the friction causing great heat to rise and engulf them. The only sounds in the room were of heavy breathing and the occasional sensual moan. Nick pushed herself up on her forearm, sneaking her hand in between their undulating bodies. Amy grabbed hold of her biceps when Nick's hand made contact. When she delved inside the heat, Amy couldn't hold onto a deep groan that sought to escape. Her nails dug into Nick's muscles when her thrusts became too intense. Raising her knee to make contact with Nick's center, they rocked against each other in a continued momentum. The pleasure was almost too great for them to hold. Amy's moans grew louder in pitch as Nick strained harder against her body. The bed shook with the strength of their thrusts. Finally, they fell over the precipice together; Amy arching her neck and biting into the skin of Nick's shoulder, and Nick groaning with pleasure and pain. 

The room was silent again as they tried to catch their breaths, reveling in the sweet afterglow. Nick covered Amy's smaller body almost completely, and fearing she might be suffocating the girl, she rolled to the side. Leaning over, she placed a gentle kiss on her brow, then on her temple, and finally on her lips, until Amy opened her eyes. Amy licked her lips with the tip of her tongue, causing a shiver to run through Nick's frame. "That was...incredible." 

"Yes, yes it was. You're incredible." Nick added. "You don't regret this, do you? Or think that it was a mistake?" 

Amy shook her head slowly, still trying to snap out of her dreamy state, "Not one bit. If there is something I regret, it's not doing this beforehand." 

Nick chuckled and pulled Amy's naked body closer. Nick's eyes fell shut and she was half asleep by the time Amy spoke her next words. 

"You know, I don't usually do this...have sex on the first date. I hope you don't think I'm easy." Amy admonished jokingly, half asleep herself. 

Nick's lips turned up into a lopsided smirk, "Don't worry, baby, I'll still respect you in the morning." She chuckled when her side was pinched. Kissing the still damp forehead once more, she pulled Amy's pliant body on top of her and they fell into a deep, contended sleep. 



Roommates



Pheonix and her boyfriend of 3 years had just recently broken up and the apartment they had been sharing was completely in his name. She had some money but not enough to get an apartment and keep it along with all of the other bills she had. She had seen the ad up on the bulletin board at work, so she decided to call the number on the bottom.

A couple days later she was trying to finish up a project for her boss, when she got a phone call from the person looking for a roommate. The woman seemed very pleasant and her voice seemed to have a sultry quality to it. She wanted to meet for lunch at the café near her apartment to have a sort-of interview.

Pheonix's stomach rumbled reminding her it was half past 11 so she quickly agreed. She left the office a little earlier than normal explaining to her boss it was about a place to stay. Luckily her boss understood her situation and didn't ask any more questions.

Pheonix is dressed in a fitted red tunic with brown leggings and two-inch heels that complemented her leggings. She has mid-back length wavy auburn hair with blonde highlights. She has a modest 36-B bust with matching hips, a 25-inch waist and is about 5'4". Her amber colored eyes stand out above her romanesque nose and full lips. 

On her way down in the elevator, Pheonix wondered what this potential roommate would be like. She was hoping that the woman wasn't overly emotional or prudish. She couldn't stand people like that. She walked across the street and stepped into the café, she asked the man at the podium if a woman named Jamesy had came in. 

"She said she was expecting someone, right this way," he led the way to a table in a quiet corner in the sunlight. A pretty woman with shoulder-length curly chocolate brown hair sat reading a book. Jamesy pushes her silver glasses back up on her nose and pulls her longer bangs out of her face as she looks up. "Please, sit down," she says with that sultry voice from over the phone.

Pheonix takes a seat and introduces her self. "I'm Pheonix Sierrian, we spoke over the phone about the ad for a roommate. Thank you for taking the time to have lunch with me to talk more about it."

She waves her hand, as if pushing the thought away, "It is my pleasure, I've been wanting a roommate for a while and no one seemed to fit what I wanted, but from what you've told me so far I think you will work out just fine."

Pheonix is a little taken aback by how quickly the pseudo interview was over. "T-thanks, when did you want me to move in?"

"How soon can you get your things moved in?"

"Oh, by tonight, if that's alright with you?"

Jamesy smiles, "The sooner the better! It'll be nice to have some female company in the house"

Pheonix wondered what that meant, but decided not to ask. They finished their meals and she took off back to work. She was glad that work wasn't very far from the café because she could have talked with the woman for hours. She finished up her uneventful day at work and ran over to her mom's house to get the boxes of her things. Loading all of them up in her car, she makes her way over to the apartment.

She pulls into the apartment parking lot and finds a space close to the apartment she is moving into. She grabs the first of 4 boxes and makes her way up to the top floor of the building. She knocks on the door. Jamesy answers in a large t-shirt and boxers, her slim legs exposed and her blue-green eyes shining. 

"Here, let me help!" she grabs the box and moves into the apartment. She walks to a door across from the front door and bumps it open with her hip. "Here is where your room is, there's a queen-sized bed and a dresser for your things."

"Thanks," Pheonix replies, eyes traveling up and down Jamesy's body while her back was turned. It had been quite a while since she'd had sex and she had already come to grips with the fact that she is bi. Jamesy must be about the same size she is, maybe a 34 instead. Her pert bottom and perky breasts appealing to Pheonix's body.

They got everything moved in and set up before it got dark. They both flopped down on the bed lying next to each other. Pheonix sighs deeply, and Jamesy looks over, brow furrowed, "What's the matter?"

"Oh, nothing really important, it's been about a month since my boyfriend and I broke up over the fact that I like girls as well as boys." She shrugs.

Jamesy turns onto her stomach and looks Pheonix in the eye, "I don't see how that should have been such a big deal. That doesn't bother my man, he actually likes it."

"Yeah, but does he have a problem with you being with women too?"

She shakes her head, "Nope. Sometimes I wonder if he doesn't encourage it."

All the while she has moved a little closer to Pheonix and now has her hand on her hip. Pheonix is hesitant, but lifts her head up anyway. Turquoise eyes stare into amber ones and then suddenly close as lips meet. A small shock runs through Pheonix's body as Jamesy's petite frame moves part way over hers. A leg in between hers, and she lifts a hand up to touch the back of the brunette's head as she opens her lips, inviting in a tongue.

She pushes hers gently into the smaller woman's mouth, massaging and touching. Sucking on her bottom lip, she feels the leg move further up, thigh meeting with her crotch. Her body shudders and involuntarily she feels her hips tilt up with pent up lust. 

Jamesy breaks the kiss and moves down to her neck, then to her ear, nipping and sucking the whole way there. She bites Pheonix's earlobe and grinds her own crotch into Pheonix's leg. The breath from her nose tantalizing her ear. Pheonix runs her hands down Jamesy's back and down to the hem of her large t-shirt, gently she tugs it up and finally off and over the other's head. The woman straddles Pheonix's lap after coaxing her into sitting up. 

Perky breasts sit at mouth level to Pheonix, and she follows the urge to take one pink nipple into her mouth, gently sucking and nipping, taking as much of the breast into her mouth as she could. Then she does the same to the other side. She can feel in between her legs becoming hot and moist.

Jamesy reaches down and pulls the tunic off of Pheonix's body and then runs her hands down her sides to the tops of the brown leggings. Slipping her thumbs into the waist band she tugs them down as well. Pheonix is laying flat on the bed now dressed only in her little black thong. She reaches a hand out and grabs a breast, moves the nipple to her mouth and then moves her hand down to Jamesy's belly button.

She pokes a finger in and moves it around evoking a gasp and giggle from the woman on top. She reaches her hand, palm side down into the boxers. Fingers encounter smooth skin beneath and then a sudden hot wetness in the form of a slit. Gently she probes the slit with her middle finger gently teasing the clitoris. She can feel her own wetness dripping down her anus, creating a puddle on the bed. She teases Jamesy a bit more by running her fingers on either side of her labia. She can feel the woman above her shudder with enjoyment.

She moves back up the beginning of her slit and ever so slowly moves her middle and ring finger down it and slips in gently into the other woman's cunt. A moan issues from the other woman's mouth as well as her own. This pussy was so wet and ready for anything. She moves her fingers in and out, following the line of her pubic bone as she had done on her self many times. Finding the g-spot she teases it. Slowly moving around it and then focusing just on it. 

She rolls the other woman over onto her back and continues to pleasure the woman she had met not even 8 hours ago. She pulls her hand out of the woman's shorts and reaches up to pull them down. As she tosses them on the floor, Jamesy sits up and puts her hands on Pheonix's hips and grabs a hold of the thong, she pulls up, pulling the string up and tight in Pheonix's pussy and ass. Pheonix moans and pulls down her panties, revealing a bald pussy as well.

Jamesy looks at her and says, "Lie down on your back with a pillow under your butt." She does so and can feel Jamesy's small hands running up and down her smooth legs. Warm air caresses her labia, and a tongue teases just by her clit. 

Jamesy runs the tip of her tongue over her clit and then back up widely, tasting the other woman's sex. She dips her tongue deeper for a better taste, tongue moving in an out of her vagina and then back up to suck on the clit. She laps her way down going past the pussy to her ass, she laps up the juices from there and her tongue probes her anus.

"Get your ass-end over here," Pheonix demands in a hoarse voice. Jamesy gladly obliges and positions herself right above the other woman's mouth. Pheonix tips her head up and tucks the pillow under it, propping herself up. She can smell the woman's cunt and savors it. 

She drives her tongue deep into her pussy as the other woman gives her a fantastic rim job while sticking her fingers into her pussy. Pheonix can feel her breathing become heavier and she sucks on the other woman's clit while playing with her pussy and ass. Her hips start to buck and she moans loudly as the other woman shoves her face into her pussy fingers on her clit, tongue in her pussy, then she switches fingers and mouth and sucks hard on clit and bangs away at her g-spot.

Pheonix's head tilts back as she's driven toward what feels like her best climax in months, "Oh, my god! Don't stop, oh please don't stop! Do me, do me you dirty bitch!" She plunges her face back into the other woman's pussy, licking and sucking hard, fingers grinding in the woman's cunt. She can feel herself pulse in time with this woman as they both came hard. Woman cum squirts out and into her mouth, and she licks up every last drop of it. 

Gently she probes the woman's anus with her tongue and feels her shudder. Jamesy rolls off of Pheonix and lies next to her. They lick their own juices off of each others faces, and kiss deeply again. Pheonix looks at her new roommate with half lidded eyes, and Jamesy says, "Yup, I think you're going to work out just fine," She giggles. 



Roommates



Derek and Jackson were relaxing one night mindlessly watching the tube, when, out of the blue, Derek said, "I wish I could get my dick sucked."

Jackson replied, "That was random, Dude. What's going on between those ears?

Derek continued, "You know what I mean, Dude. Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like to really get a great blowjob? Not like the girls we hang with. They have no appreciation for the art of dick sucking. Anytime one has gone down on me, it's like they are afraid of the thing or totally disgusted with it. It's better than nothing, but I'd like to experience a dick sucking by someone who knew and appreciated what they were doing.

"That would be cool," Jackson said. "Actually, I don't think I've ever had a good blowjob. The girl is all fumbling around, not sure what to do next."

"I've thought of coaching them," Derek said, "You know, telling them where to touch, what to lick, how to suck. In my mind I can easily imagine the perfect suck."

"I know what you mean," Jackson continued; "Sometimes it feels better to just jack off. But there is something about having another set of hands on your balls that drives you crazy."

"Yeah, but I just wish those hands knew what they were doing," Derek said. "Shit, all this talk about blowjobs is making me horny." Absent mindedly, Derek's hand dropped to his crotch and started massaging his dick through his shorts. Jackson noted his actions with a smile before turning back to the tube. He had to admit to himself that the talk was turning him on as well. He placed his own hand discreetly between his legs and slightly pressed against his own growing cock.

Derek saw the move and smiled, "Hey, roomie. Whatcha doing over there?"

Jackson quickly moved his hand and said, "Nothing, just watching TV."

Derek pressed, "It looked like something to me."

"Fuck off," Jackson said.

Thinking about getting that dick sucked? Hmmm? All that thinking got to me. Look!"

Jackson turned to look at Derek, who was outlining his erection through his shorts by pressing the material down around either side with his hands, showing that he was hard.

"Dude, why don't you go whack yourself in the john?" asked Jackson.

"Why don't I just do it right here?" Derek asked. As he spoke, he unzipped his shorts and opened his pants, exposing his boxers and his erection.

At the sound of the zipper, Jackson turned and watched his roommate undo his shorts. In a non-plus manner, Jackson said, "Whatever turns you on, Dude." He kept watching, wondering if Derek would actually whip out his dick and start stroking it in front of him. The thought made his dick jump a bit. 

Derek continued to rub his dick through his boxers, enjoying the show he was putting on for Jackson. When he saw that he had Jackson's full attention, he lifted his ass off the chair and with one swift motion he peeled off both, his shorts and boxers and cast them aside. 

Jackson's eyes bulged as his roommate stripped before him. He'd seen Derek naked before – a quick glance coming out of the shower – but never with an erection. He found the sight fascinating as Derek settled back in the chair and started lightly stroking his cock. He was unaware of starring, until Derek spoke, "Dude, you enjoying the show?"

Jackson blushed a bit and turned away. His own dick was now aching to come out and play, but this was new territory and he wasn't' sure what was going on.

Derek spoke, "Jackson, why don't you come over here and suck my dick?"

"Fuck you, Dude. Go suck yourself!" Jackson sounded angrier than he was, but he was very uncomfortable at the moment. He knew he should leave, but something was preventing him, something he didn't really understand. He began actually thinking about sucking Derek's cock. He wasn't gay. He loved pussy. What was going on?

"Dude, I would if I could. That would be so cool to suck yourself. I'm just not that flexible. At least join me in a jack. I know you were watching me. Come on; no one will know. It's not like were gay or anything. Just two horny Dudes getting off. You never jack off with a friend before?"

Jackson's mind was spinning. Yes, he had jacked off with a friend, in high school. They swore each other to secrecy and he had never mentioned to anyone. He turned around and looked at Derek who now had his hand wrapped around his cock and his other hand cradling his balls. Jackson's dick was throbbing and he thought he felt a bit of precum escaping the tip of his dick.

Derek smiled at Jackson and urged him on, "Come on, Dude. Don't leave me hanging here alone. Join me.

Nervously, Jackson relented and moved his hand over to his shorts. Slowly he unbuttoned and then unzipped his shorts and removed both shorts and underwear at the same time freeing his dick from its clothed prison. As it sprung into view, Derek smiled, "Doesn't that feel better?"

Jackson agreed by nodding his head. He reached down and started stoking his dick as he watched Derek doing the same.

Derek pointed his dick at Jackson and asked, "Are you sure you don't want a taste?" 

Jackson didn't answer right away, not sure what to say. Then he said, "You first!" and he pointed his dick back at Derek, thinking that would be the end of it.

Derek surprised Jackson by saying, "Okay." Derek got up out of the chair and walked over to Jackson. He knelt in front of him and spread Jackson's legs apart. Then he reached over and took Jackson's dick in his right hand and cupped his balls with his left and looked up at Jackson saying, "Ready?" Without a moment's hesitation, Derek lowered his head and directed Jackson's dick toward his mouth.

Jackson gasped as he felt Derek's tongue licking the underside of his shaft while he continued to play with his balls. Derek continued to lick, paying special attention to that spot just beneath the tip. Derek circled the tip of Jackson's dick with his tongue and then lowered his mouth over the tip. While working his tongue on the underside of Jackson's cock, Derek started gently sucking on Jackson's dick, taking in a little more cock with each suck. He had imagined this moment many times. Knowing what he would like to have done to himself, Derek explored, licked, and sucked Jackson's dick with joy.

Jackson was in bliss. Never before had he experienced anything quite like this. Feeling Derek's hands and mouth and tongue on his dick was phenomenal. Before long, he felt his balls start to tighten and he knew he was close to blowing his wad. He was both embarrassed and turned on like never before. Just before reaching the point of no return, he pushed Derek away and gasped for breath.

"Shit, man. You've done that before." Jackson accused."

""Nope, never. I just know what I'd like done to me and I did it to you. I take it you enjoyed it?"

"Fucking A, man. You were driving me insane. I've never felt anything like it before. You just about got a wad of cum shot in your mouth." Jackson was relaxing a bit, but he was hoping for more.

"Okay," Derek said, "You're turn." With that, he leaned back on the floor and spread his legs to Jackson.

Jackson hesitated just a bit, but Derek continued, "Come on, Dude. You said you would if I went first. I went first; it's your turn to suck me."

He had said it. He had said, "You first." And Derek complied. It was now his turn. He looked at Derek's dick laid out on his stomach, hairy balls and all, and slowly he got to his knees and crawled over to Derek. He lowered his head and took a long slow lick from the ball sac to the tip of his friend's dick and Derek moaned.

"Yes!" Derek said, "That feels incredible! More!"

Urged on by the positive feedback, Jackson repeated the act. When he reached the tip, he took his hand and positioned the dick up and positioned himself over the throbbing member. Slowly he lowered his mouth, covering the tip and more. It was spongier than he expected, soft and hard at the same time. It wasn't an unpleasant sensation and soon he found himself bobbing up and down in a steady rhythm.

"Yes, yes," Derek repeated over and over. Derek placed his hands on Jackson's head and tried to get Jackson to take more and more of his dick with each thrust. Jackson gagged a bit and Derek backed off as he continued to enjoy his friend's efforts. 

Jackson continued his licking and sucking as he reached up with one hand and started playing with Derek's balls. He assumed Derek would let him know when to stop, but Derek had other plans. He said nothing as his balls started to tighten up. Knowing he was about to blow his wad, Derek increased his pelvic thrusts and Jackson accommodated. The next thing Jackson knew was Derek's dick expanded a brief moment and "POW!" the first shot streamed into Jackson's mouth.

Jackson quickly pulled back as the second burst hit his face. He couldn't help but swallow part of the first blast. The third and fourth spurts landed on Derek's shirt as Jackson began cussing him out. "You fuck-head! Why did you do that?" Jackson removed his own shirt and used it to wipe off his face. 

"Sorry, Dude. I got caught up in the moment. That was fucking awesome!" 

"Awesome, my ass. At least you could have warned me! Fuck!"

Derek didn't say any more as he laid back and enjoyed the afterglow of orgasm. Jackson got up and looked around for his clothes. As he grabbed his shorts and underwear, Derek spoke, "Dude, Let me make it up to you. You can cum in my mouth."

"Really?" Jackson asked.

"Really," Derek moved and instructed Jackson to sit back down in the chair. Then he crawled over to him and assumed the previous position with one hand on his dick and the other on his balls. He began licking the tip like it was a tootsie pop while slowly stroking his shaft and playing with his balls. Soon Jackson relaxed back into the chair and started enjoying an incredible blowjob by his friend. 

Derek licked and sucked Jackson and then he lowered his mouth on Jackson's cock and started a slow, rhythmic suck and pull that was driving Jackson out of his mind. This went on for a couple of seconds and then Jackson yelled, "I'm going to cum!"

Derek increased his tempo in anticipation of receiving Jackson's wad. He felt Jackson's dick swell and his balls tighten. Jackson gripped the sides of the chair and thrust his hips upward as the first shock of orgasm gripped his body. Stream after stream of cum shot out of his dick into Derek's waiting mouth. Derek greedily took all Jackson could give him, swallowing it like a man dying of thirst. Derek sucked and milked Jackson's dick until it began to get soft and Jackson pushed him away. Reluctantly, Derek let it go, looking up at his friend. "Even?"

Jackson smiled, "Even. That was the most incredible orgasm I've ever had. Are you sure you've never done this before."

"Nope, Never have. But I do know this. I hope it's not the last!

Jackson smiled and said, "I hope it's not either."



Roommates



Roommates are always an issue. I have had roommates that turned out to be my best friend and roommates that I hated. At the end of my junior year of undergrad my three (good) roommates moved out. That meant three new roommates would move in within a couple of weeks.

The first one moved in within a couple of days. Her name was Cameron. I didn't see her much. She spent most of her time at her boyfriend's place.

A couple of days later Janet moved in. She was one of the people I couldn't stand. She had her nose in my business like there was no tomorrow. Why in the world she needed to know where I was going every time I left the apartment was beyond me.

Then the third moved in. Her name was Jackyln. She had dark hair that cascaded down the length of her back, legs that seemed to never end and a body that competed with that of the Hooters girl of the year. 

She seemed nice enough. She invited everyone in the apartment whenever she went out, though I always turned down the invite. 

I was the type of girl who stayed in. I did my homework and saw my friends at class. I was, to be completely honest a loser. And to add to that I was a prude. I'd only had one boyfriend, he was the only one I'd ever kissed. 

I was a very sexual person, but I NEVER let that get the best of me. I considered anything having to do with sex wrong. Whenever a sexual thought crossed my mind I ignored it. I changed the topic to something less racy. And whenever a thought about how attractive my new roommate was I got very nervous.

But I couldn't help it. Her 34 C cup breasts taunted me. She walked around the apartment in a tank top that exposed her hard nipples. I longed to touch them, to feel them, to kiss them. I felt guilty. Here I was thinking these horrible thoughts about my roommate when she had a boyfriend. 

I had just gotten out of the shower when I heard a knock at my door. "Just a second," I yelled as I looked for something to cover myself with. There was a sweatshirt lying on the floor, it would work. I pulled it over my firm butt and zipped up the front to cover my perky breasts.

I opened the door and Jackyln was dressed to go out. She was in a silver shirt that clung to her in just the right places. I gave her a once over. After realized what I had just done I felt my face flush and hoped she hadn't noticed.

"I'm going out with Anna and Libby tonight. You up for a girls night out?" if she had noticed my appraisal she didn't let on.

"I don't... actually ya. That sounds good."

"Really?" she said shocked. "Not that I don't want you to come, it's just..." she trailed off.

"I know what you mean. I just never go. I get it. But I'm in a mood tonight. I'm ready for some fun. But can I ask for some help?"

She nodded.

"I have nothing to wear."

She smiled and nodded then grabbed my hand. Her soft touch was like fire it was so hot. She led me to her room. "Have a seat on my bed. We're about the same size. I think we can find something for you from my closet." 

At first that made me nervous. She wore clothes that were a lot more revealing that I would have been caught dead in. But then I decided tonight was going to be different. Tonight I was going to have fun.

She proceeded to pull out a jean micro-mini and a piece of hot pink material with multiple strings. "Yes, I think this will look great."

"Thanks." I was about to say, 'I'll go try it on in my room' but I decided against it.

I stood up and our eyes locked. I took the clothes that were in her hands and "accidentally" dropped the shirt on the floor. When I bent over my ass cheeks were exposed, then my smooth pussy for her to see. I heard a gasp.

Acting like I didn't hear it I walked to my room and put on the slutty clothes. After appraising myself in the mirror I walked out to the living room. I assumed she would be there. She wasn't.

I heard a muffled noise coming from her room. It got louder as I got closer. When I reached the half open door I hid myself from her view (not that she was really aware of what was going on outside of her mind) and watched as she touched herself.

She was rubbing her clit back and for back and forth. Every once in awhile she would tease herself and almost penetrate her cunt. At first I watched because she was turning me on. Jacklyn was getting herself off and I was going to need to next. But when she said "Oh Jenni, Jenni, Jennnnniiiiiiiii," I became more interested. She was getting off to the thought of me. Me, plain old me.

Her body began to shake as she climaxed. I had never been as horny as I was at that moment in time. She laid there on her bed, out of breath, tired and sexy as hell.

Should I go in there with her? Should I go into my room and pleasure myself? So many questions ran through my head. I didn't know what to do. The one thing I knew what that I was horny. I felt my hand slip under the skirt, happy that I had decided against panties I could feel my wetness anew.

I slipped a finger inside myself and took a taste. So sweet, so salty, so sexy. It was then that I knew what I was going to do.

I pushed Jacklyn's door open all the way and walked in. She said up looking embarrassed (she had no pants on and a finger still lay inside of her). "Ummm..." she obviously didn't know what to say.

"Yes. I saw... and heard everything." I smiled.

"You... What do... Are..." she string more than a couple of words together.

I took the finger that had recently been inside her pussy and slipped it into my mouth. I sucked all of her juices off and savored her taste. Then took the same finger and ran it between my pussy lips to show her how wet I was.

At this realization she smiled, "I had no idea you like girls."

"I don't. I like you."

I leaned over her prostrate body and tentatively kissed her. She pulled me on top of her and proceeded to flip me over so she was on top. She kissed me more passionately and I felt everything build up strong and stronger. I had never felt this way before, I loved it. 

She leaned over and pulled something out of her nightstand. Before I realized what was going on she had handcuffed me to the bed. Normally I would have thought it was weird. But it just made me want her more.

She kissed my lips and sucked on my tongue. Then she kissed my ear and flicked her tongue into my ear. I went crazy, I needed her touch. 

As if knowing what I wanted she smiled evily and said, "Not yet."

She sucked on one nipple until I was moaning while pinching and flicking the other. The left a trail down my stomach where she had ever-so-lightly licked me. She stopped just above the button on the jean skirt.

Then slowly, ever so slowly took her time unbuttoning the skirt and lowering it off my body. As it brushed over my hips I felt a surge of want. 

She climbed back on top of me and said, "Jenni, you will NEVER forget tonight."

Jacklyn expertly slipped her tongue between my pussy lips and I heard myself moan. She began to tease my clit with her tongue and then continued with her finger. I was most appreciative that she moved her tongue to my clit. Her finger moved faster and faster on my clit as her tongue flicked and teased my pussy.

I felt my body grow more and more aroused. I felt my clit pulsing harder and harder and I felt dizzy with lust. I squirmed with pleasure and it made me realize I was bound to the bed frame. "You don't think I'm about to let you go now do you Jenni?"  

I panted and tried to tell her I didn't want to get away, that I was feeling so good, but all that came out was a long moan. I couldn't speak. 

My body began shaking and quivering under her touch and I knew I was close to the biggest orgasm of my life. "Don't stop. Don't stop" I said in between breaths.

She continued to flick her tongue at my cunt as she rubbed my clit fast and faster. As I climaxed I screamed, "Oh Jacklyn!"

She fell down next to me on the bed looking tired and satisfied.

"You were right, I'm NEVER going to forget that!"

"You don't think we're done yet do you? That was just the beginning." 



Roommates



David yawned as he woke up and got out of bed. He sighed as he looked down at his usual morning wood with an unsatisfied grunt he got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower. As he stepped out of his room he heard some noise downstairs and decided to take a look. 

  Laura had been doing her usual morning routine; she had just got home from some errands and decided to relax a bit on her day off with her laptop. With her laptop in her lap she stretched her neck to the side as she rubbed the back of her neck, her shoulders were bothering her as she sighed and continued to play on her laptop. 

  David stood there looking down for a bit admiring his roommate. This is what he always would do when Laura was on the couch downstairs relaxing. David just smirked as he looked down at his friend. He always found Laura to be very attractive, very sexual. Laura brushed some of her long strawberry blond hair from her face as David now got a better view of Laura's cleavage. Laura had changed into more comfortable clothes since getting back. She slipped into her casual jeans and a tight fitting tank top shirt with "brat" labeled on the front. David looked down Laura's tank top and gulped as he could see Laura's breast in full view. His morning wood twitched as he reached down and gave it a soft tug. His eyes seemed to narrow as he looked Laura from her face to her legs and imagined her lying naked on the couch. Before he could finish the thought Laura looked up as he composed himself. 

  "What?" She said with a smile. David just shook his head and walked to the shower.

  "Nothing..." He called back with a small laugh. 

  Laura just shrugged her shoulders and went back to her laptop. She always knew David's feeling for her and just never really understood, why. She knew David saw her sexually attractive, but she usually gave it no other thought because he never acted on it, because of their friendship. 

  That didn't mean David couldn't fantasize about it though. David fantasized about Laura a lot of times without a care in the world. Because he and Laura lived as roommates now, he fantasized about her even more. At first he wasn't to comfortable knowing the object of his fantasies was close by but he found ways of keeping his fantasies to himself. David stood in the shower stroking his cock for some time thinking of Laura's natural breasts within her tight tank top. 

  "She's such a brat..." He muttered to himself as he continued to stroke his cock in one hand and his other pressed up against the shower wall. David imagined Laura's hips bent over as he drove his aching cock into her back and forth from behind. He bit his lower lip to stop from calling out her name as he came close to cumming. He stopped from cumming as he laughed to himself. There would be days like this where his friend would leave him pent up and very horny. He pictured Laura's lovely legs and groaned as he thought of those legs wrapped around his waist as he pumped his cock into her over and over. David threw his head back as he came on the shower wall as his cock continued to twitch he groaned as his cock gave one last spurt as he thought of Laura's breast covered in his cum. David sighed to himself as he felt all of his pent up lust ebb away. He finished his shower and stepped out grabbing a towel to dry himself.

  Laura heard the shower stop and the door to the bathroom open. She heard David's bedroom door open and after awhile heard David's footsteps come down the stairs. She stretched her head backwards and looked at David upside down.

  David put on a simple t-shirt and some shorts as he walked down the stairs. He stopped at the foot of the stairs and tried to hold his composure as he saw Laura stretch out on the arm of the couch. Her breast pressed taunt against her shirt accentuating her lovely curves. His cock twitched hard renewed against his underwear and he smiled through gritted teeth and shook his head. "Brat." He said without a second thought.

  "What was that for?" She said with a shocked look and a smile.

  "As you would say "just because..."" He said as he walked past her into the kitchen with a smile. He poured himself a glass of milk, he thought to himself what milk he really wanted and just gulped down his glass hard as his body reacted as if to agree. He put the glass into the sink as he walked back and stopped to see what Laura was up to. He kneeled down and looked over her shoulder at her laptop. "So what mayhem are you up to now?"

  "Nothing..." She said not even looking at him. David stopped and looked at Laura from the side of her face and just smiled. David loved to look at Laura he found her perfect in her own way. He could lightly smell the fragrance of her shampoo she used to shower this morning. 

  Laura noticed David looking at her from the corner of her eye and looked at him with a smirk. "What?" She asked. The way David would look at her sometimes would make Laura laugh because she did not want to think what was in his mind at the time.

  "Nothing..." He said with a smile as she just shook her head with a sigh. David noticed her shoulders and just lightly put his hands on her shoulders and began to rub them. "If this bothers you just tell me to stop..."

  Laura didn't say anything as David continued to work on her shoulders. She really did need this, but to feel David's hands on her shoulders did feel weird. She fidgeted a bit in her seat as David stopped and removed his hands. She looked at him irked for stopping. 

  "Sorry thought you wanted me to stop, this okay?" David started again as Laura just enjoyed the attention. David continued on sometimes looking over her shoulder at her game and sometimes stealing a glance down her shirt. After awhile Laura caught David's glance in the reflection in her screen and it was obvious he wasn't looking at the screen.

  "What? See anything you like?" She said catching David off guard. 

  "Maybe..." He said very shyly as if being caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

  Laura just shook her head and leaned her head back. David looked down at her and squeezed her shoulders. Laura closed her eyes and relaxed. David couldn't stop his hands from reaching around and rubbed his fingertips across Laura's chest above her breast. Laura looked up at David and shook her head with a smile.

  David just looked down at her trying to say something without ruining the moment. "Sor...sorry if you want me to stop just tell me." He said as he gulped and looked into Laura's eye.

  Laura just looked at him with a smile and didn't say anything. David looked into her eyes as his hands slid across her breast. He felt her nipples harden under his palms through her shirt as he continued to look down at her. Laura's eyes closed as she breathed in. David continued to move back and forth between her shoulders and her breasts. His cock twitched with every touch to her nipples as if reacting to Laura's body. David leaned down and pressed his lips to Laura's lips.

  Laura eyes snapped open. Her roommate, her friend, just kissed her on the lips, at first she felt surprise and nearly pushed him away. His lips seemed moist and nice pressed up against hers. 

  David didn't have much experience in kissing since he and his girlfriend broke up years earlier. But that didn't really matter, as he put all of his emotions into the kiss. David began to pull away but was surprised when Laura leaned more into the kiss following his lips. David pressed his lips back and relished in her passion. His hands came to rest on her breast as they remained locked in this position with Laura stretching back and David standing above her. Laura pulled away from the kiss as David looked at her worried.

  "My back..." she simply said as David walked around the couch and kneeled in front of her. He smiled as he leaned back in for another kiss as Laura stopped him and began to pull off her shirt. David batted her hands away as he gripped the bottom of her shirt and pulled it off her above her head. He placed her shirt off to the side and turned to look at her. Now seeing her topless, David gulped nervously as he looked at Laura. He had always fantasized about seeing Laura fully topless but seeing them in reality was better than any fantasy he could dream up. He reached out and cupped one of Laura's breasts with a nervous hand. He heard Laura laugh and sigh at his nervous touch as he looked into her eyes.

  Laura took her laptop and placed in off to the side as David leaned in and nuzzled her neck. Laura jumped as she felt David's face on her neck and squirmed as his breath brushed against her neck. She sighed as his hands explored her body from her back to her front. David grunted into her neck as Laura tugged on his cock through his shorts. She pushed his shorts down as his cock sprang free from its prison as David stopped caressing Laura's stomach and breast to look down. He looked at Laura without saying a word as he watched as she smiled and wrapped her hand around his cock and began stroking him back and forth. David groaned and went back to nuzzling her neck. 

  "Please..." David whimpered as he fought every message in his brain that told him to cum. Laura smiled and leaned in and whispered in his ear.

  "Cum for me..." Her whisper traveled up David brain as David eyes snapped open as he did what she told him. 

  "Ugh...oh god." His cum shot all over her jeans as his rod continued to spasm in her hand. As David settled back he looked at Laura who was smiling at him he reached her pants and began to unbutton and pull them off. 

  Laura sat up giving him an easy task of removing her jeans. As he pulled them off he saw her black lace panties in front of him. 

  David gulped and seemed to be drawn in to her pussy as he leaned down. Laura stopped him and pulled him up for a kiss instead. David reached down and rubbed her pussy through her panties.

  Laura pushed against his fingers with her hips as David continued to assault her neck; he turned his attention to her breast and gave each tit a lick and suck. Laura's pussy moistened more as David's fingers rubbed up and down along her slit. David began to pull off Laura's panties as Laura helped him by sitting up. David kicked his shorts and underwear off to the side as he pulled his t-shirt off and leaned into Laura who pulled him on top of her. 

  David's cock was renewed fast as David settled in between Laura's legs. Taking his cock in hand he rubbed his cock up and down along her slit. David never took his eyes of Laura's face as he continued to rub Laura's slit with his hard cock. Watching her reaction made David harder and harder. He rubbed the tip of his cock into her pussy as the head of his cock slipped into her. David fought everything in his body from just plunging all the way he wanted to fully experience this not for himself but also for her. He gritted his teeth as he pulled the tip out and pushed it back in. His breathing came out in gasps as he plunged the tip of his cock in and out of her.

Laura's eyes fluttered as David would pull out and push the tip of his rod back in never fully penetrating her. She bit her lip each time waiting for the full plunge as David continued his teasing. She listened to his groans and moans as she squirmed under him.

  Finally his body and mind couldn't take the teasing any longer as David pulled out and plunged into Laura with one fast plunge. David's eyes never left Laura's face as he pushed himself fully into her without warning. Laura gasped as her legs wrapped around his waist as David began pumping into her fast and hard. His hips were like a blur as Laura placed her hands on his hips and help pace him slower. Laura's eyes fluttered as he spoke to her in a ragged pent up tone. "Sorry..." 

  She looked at him as David seemed out of breath. Laura smiled as she pumped her hips into him making him groan loudly. "Aw is David all done." She said with a smile as she dragged her fingers up and down his back. His cock twitched inside of her making Laura shudder. She smiled as David stopped and looked at her surprised.

  David blinked at Laura as she continued to smile at him. He smiled back and placed his hands on her legs and ran his fingers up her legs. Without a word David plunged into Laura and varied his strokes from fast to slow as he continued to smile down at her. David kissed Laura again on the lips as he pulled back and plunged forward into her slowly. 

  Laura's Legs wrapped around David's waist tightly as both of them were experiencing the mutual highs and approaching climax. "Let's cum..." Laura whispered into David's ear as he increased his pumping. Her legs bounced around his thrusting hips. She could feel his cock start to throb faster and faster as she waited to feel his cum splash into her. Laura whimpered as his thrusts slowed down.  

  David stopped and looked at Laura. "I've wanted to do something for a long time." David whimpered into Laura's neck as he pulled out.  David helped Laura stand up and turned her around and bent her across the arm of the sofa. 

  Laura shook her hips playfully as David stepped up behind her. She watched him as he stroked his cock and admired her rear in front of him. He placed his one hand on her hips as he used his other to rub the tip of his cock against her pussy up and down. She smiled and wiggled her hips as she felt the tip of his cock brush against her pussy. He didn't waste any time as he plunged back into Laura's pussy from behind and groaned loudly. David pushed Laura tightly against the couch as he plunged into her repeatedly. 

  Laura listened to David's groans as his thrusts became harder to the point her legs were off the ground Laura found David plunging into her and rubbing her clit against the couch. Laura gasped as the friction between the sofa and David's cock plunging into her repeatedly was bringing her closer and closer to cumming. 

  David felt Laura's body tighten around him and finally that was to much for him. Gripping her hips tightly David plunged forward as his cum sprayed all over Laura's insides. He leaned down resting against her back as he held his cock tightly in her contracting pussy. He nuzzled her back as he continued to pump his cock back and forth into her. He pumped on last time and held it in her as his cock gave one last spurt. David pulled back and looked down as his cock slipped out of Laura. 

  Laura shuddered as David's cock slipped out of her. David steadily rose off of Laura and looked at his cock resting against her rear still fully hard and wet from there fucking. David smiled and turned Laura around as her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. David and Laura both whimpered as David eased his hard cock into her and sat her up. 

  Laura gasped as David lifted her off of the couch and turned around and began walking to the stairs. She looked at David's lust filled eyes as he took the first step sending her bouncing on his cock. Both gasped loudly now not caring if the outside neighbors would hear. 

  David watched as Laura's tits bounced with each step. His cock twitched harder with each step up. With each step David filled and withdrew out of Laura until they reached the top of the stairs. David carried Laura into his room and laid her down on the bed and began pumping into her with all of his remaining strength. 

  Laura could feel David's thrust becoming more rapid and urged on his thrusting with her own hips rising off the bed to meet his. David admired his best friend under him and watched as her tits bounced in rhythm with his thrusts. He leaned his head back with a big smile as he felt her legs wrap tighter around his waist. David looked one last time into Laura's eyes before thrusting into her as he cummed into her.

  "Laura..." He groaned as he closed his eyes and let his cum splash into her one last time as Laura came with him on his cock as she rubbed the side of her face and back. Laura closed her eyes as she felt his cock erupt inside of her and rode her own orgasm. Her legs wrapped tightly around him as she whimpered one last time as his thrust slowed and finally stopped. The two roommates snuggled together in David's bed as they fell asleep with each other.



Roommates



It was Saturday morning and I couldn't get the car started. Everything was going wrong. I had made some bad choices and I was out of cash, so things couldn't get much worse. What had begun as a dream was rapidly turning into a horror story. 

My parents had been killed three years ago and left me a lot of money. Being under aged at the time they put the money in the hands of an executor who doled it out to me. When I was of age, I received twenty five percent of it in one lump sum, with the rest to follow when I became twenty four. 

I had rented this house and started college. Now the cash was running out and they wouldn't let me borrow on the rest. I was two months behind and I was frustrated and if I couldn't get the car running, I'd lose my job at the shop. So that's when I met Mr. Pearson. He was driving by and he saw pacing around the car, trying to figure out what was wrong.

He pulled over, got out, and offered to try and start it for me. The battery was dead. He drove his car next to mine and gave me a jump start. Fine, the engine was running but he warned that if I turned the damn thing off, I wouldn't be able to start it up again and he told me that I needed a new battery.

That's when I finally broke down and cried. I finally just didn't have any pride anymore and confessed that I was broke. He looked at me for a moment then reached into his wallet and took out about a hundred dollars, pressed it into my hand and told me to get the battery. I didn't want to accept the cash, but I was desperate. So that's how I got my second job. I asked what I could do to work it off and he thought for a moment and told me that I could take care of his place when he was out of town.

Maybe it was foolish or maybe it was because I needed someone to care about me, I don't know, but suddenly I looked at him in a different light. He was handsome, sure, and perhaps ten or fifteen years older than I was, but the guy somehow turned me on. I mean how many guys who you've never met would loan you that kind of money then offer you a job? 

He wasn't some guy who wanted something for nothing. Hell, it was me who was on the receiving end and it was me who asked for his help. He was just someone who wanted to be nice and wasn't threatening.

He gave me his address and that night I went over to his place to thank him again, and find out what I could do to repay him. At first he just said to forget it. It was a gift, but I reminded him that I had promised work it out with him, so he explained that he was out of town more than he was in town and he needed someone to just straighten up around his place when he was away. So we discussed what I could do and it was settled. 

We decided on my doing little things, like bringing in the paper and his mail each day, and things like that. Though I offered, he said he had someone who came each week to take care of his pool, and mow his lawn. So I couldn't offer to do those things but I finally convenience him to let me sort of straighten up around inside his house.

So it began. He gave me a key to his place and we exchanged phone numbers. He would tell me when he was going to be leaving, and when he was arriving. That way we never really were tripping over each other. 

Then on Tuesday morning I found an envelope in my mail box. It was his schedule, his house key and another hundred dollar bill. 

I figured if he was going to give me more cash, I could at least do more than just bring in the mail for him and straighten up around the place, so I began to do his laundry and even make grocery lists for him, things like that and I began to spend more and more of my free time at his place. To save a little more on cash I began eating over there too. He wouldn't mind I was sure. 

He was rarely around so I began to use his pool and I guess curiosity got the best of me because I began to snoop around the place. He had no pictures around. I mean I even looked in his bedroom for a picture of him or his girlfriend or something but there was nothing. He didn't even have a phone in the place, and when he got his mail there were never any bills, only flyers and junk mail. I couldn't get one bit of information about his personal life.

The whole house was open to me except for his office. That was always locked. I was curious as hell about him but although he would sit down with me at the pool and chat sometimes, every time I began to ask personal questions, he somehow turned it around so I was pouring my heart out to him, and learning nothing about him.

I knew that he went to foreign countries often, and he spent a lot of time in Washington DC but that information I got from the airline ticket stubs I found one day.

I was now working at the shop, going to classes and sometimes staying over at his place. He had a spare bedroom and bath so I began using them, but always cleaning things up so he wouldn't know. 

Even with his weekly salary and my salary from the shop I was having problems keeping ahead and finally got an eviction notice. I had to tell him that I was going to have to quit college and find another place to live, but stalled, waiting for the right time.

On Thursday he got back in town around three in the afternoon and he asked me if I'd like to go to dinner with him. I jumped at the offer and at five I met him in front of my place. 

Janelle's is a restaurant like no other I have ever been to. They have no menu. You call in and tell them what you would like for dinner and if you gave them four hours notice they would make it for you. And there was only one seating in the evening, with each party having their own private dining room. The service was fantastic and I have never had a seven course meal before in my entire life. 

He ordered the right wines for each course and I was getting pretty mellow by the time dessert was served. That was when I got up the nerve to explain my problem. At first he tried to offer me a larger salary but between tuition, books, and room and board, I couldn't hack it even with his help. 

Then I got brazen and asked him if I could stay at his place. I wouldn't be a problem, and I could take care of things for him and stay out of his way when he was in town. I practically begged him. 

He thought for a moment before he agreed, but only on a trial basis, for a month he suggested. After dinner he drove me back to my place, he walked me up to the door, and then started to turn and leave. I instinctively clutched at his sleeve and turned him towards me. It was so natural; I reached up, put my arms around his neck and pressed his lips to mine. It was supposed to be a "thank you kiss," but since he didn't pull away I opened my mouth slightly and let the tip of my tongue move across his lips, I had lost control completely. And so help me god, I think he kissed me back. I was floating at that point. 

The next day we discussed when I would move in and what I might do and not be expected to do. Instead of making the grocery list, I was to order the groceries, keep the liquor cabinet stocked and generally act as a housekeeper between classes. He had no phone lines so he even put in a thing so my laptop would work thru some sort of gadget with his computer. I think it was a router and it worked real well as long as I didn't get too far away from his office. He even offered to pay for my cell phone. 

The next day between classes, Susie, my best friend at college, came over to help me pack. Between putting things into boxes, she gave me the third degree. What did he look like, did he have a girl friend, and was he gay, did he come on to me, things like that, and each time I answered one question, she would ask another. Actually half way through her quiz, I realized I was bragging about him and she picked up on it.

"You've got a crush on him don't you Kelsey? You really have the hots for him and the guy doesn't even know how much you care does he?"

At that point I paused and nodded "yes," I probably do, and that was the moment that I began to put fantasies before reality. Sure he was older than me, but that didn't matter, and yeah I didn't know much about his personal life, true, but I didn't care. What mattered were the other things. The way he looked at me, the sound of his voice, the way I was always following him around and Oh yeah, that kiss last night. That was the clincher. 

Once I admitted to myself that I had this crush on Ned, Susie and I began to scheme. I would make him dinners, and do his laundry with mine and put it away in his dressers. I'd change the linen on his bed and generally try to make him dependent on me.  

I was still a bit terrified that he had someone else who he was seeing when he was away and I began to wonder how he could live without sex or someone warm to care for. Susie came up with a logical scenario. So he isn't gay and has no one now, maybe he was just afraid to make a commitment to someone and just took care of himself when he needed to. 

I accepted that as the most logical explanation and the one I wanted to believe, and best of all it gave me some direction for my fantasies. But I'd have to be careful not to go too fast. 

To aggravate matters, Susie wanted to come over some afternoon when he was out of town and see his place. That happened on Saturday. I invited her over to go swimming with me. By now I had moved in and everything was settled down. Small things bothered me a little but nothing important. 

I had a bathtub in my bathroom, he had a shower and when I wash my hair it was a bit of a choir. Then I had to use my computer in my room because if I took it too far away from his office the thing kept going offline. Little things like that. 

Saturday arrived and so did Susie and we went thru the house from top to bottom. She nosed into everything, his night stands his bathroom, even his dressers, feeling under things, trying to find some anything that might give us some clue as to who and what he was. The best we could figure out was the he worked for the government and visited a lot of foreign countries. 

He never received calls at home and the one number he had given me to use whenever I needed anything was to some central service place. If I needed a plumber or doctor, or anything at all, I would just call that number and a voice would say: "Yes, Kelsey, what may we do for you today." They recognized my voice.

It was eerie and I even suspected that he some sort of undercover agent or something. Even the TV was satellite as was his internet connections, and we never received bills, that central service place must be taking care of everything. 

Anyway Susie and I were at the pool tanning, when he came home. I knew he would arrive and I had hoped that he wouldn't be upset by Susie being there. He wasn't, and when he came out to the pool he had already gotten into his trunks. It was a first for me too. I had never seen him in his trunks. 

Susie gave an audible gasp when he opened the sliding glass door and walked out. I stood up and drew a deep breath before walking towards him. I took his hand and led him over to Susie and made the introductions.

For once she was quiet. Not the chatterbox that she usually was but for the first time she stood there completely dumbfounded. She stammered a few words and Ned smiled at her before turning away and diving in. She wanted to whisper to me but I kept her quiet. I didn't want him to hear us. 

At three, Ned asked if we would like to go out and grab a bite to eat. Susie politely said no, probably because she hadn't brought anything much to wear but when she excused herself she dragged me along with her to her car. 

Ohmygod, Oh my god, Kelsey, he's fantastic. You know, like one of those Chippendale guys girls get for their bachelorette parties. He's absolutely a dream. Oh god I hope he's not taken.

I hurried her away and went back to the pool. I wanted to be with him alone. While he did laps I lay on my tummy and untied my bra and the two strings at the sides of my bikini bottoms, flipping it down. I was set to get a tan without any tan lines. 

About a half hour later he heaved himself out of the water and toweled off. I was pretending to be asleep, but I could catch glimpses of him as he watched me. I had my complete back side showing, from my heels to the top of my head, and I was sort of trying to give him a show.

I feigned sleep when he walked over and stood next to me. 

"Kelsey? Kelsey, I think you'd better put on some suntan lotion or cover up a bit, you're beginning to get a little pink."

I twisted my head and lifted up just enough so my boobs cleared the recliner and asked: "Could you put on some lotion for me Ned? I'd like a little more tan on my back before I turn over. Could you? I can't reach the lotion"

I half expected him to just hand me the bottle or a towel but instead he began to massage the lotion in across my shoulders and down my back. Arriving at the hollow just above my butt, he paused, almost as if trying to make up his mind, but then continued.

His warm hands massaged my ass and I began to squirm. He didn't linger any longer than necessary, nor did he rush it, but soon he was doing the backs of my thighs and on down to my calves. He had me squirming before he finished and went over to another lounger and lay back on it. 

I couldn't get my eyes off the package that was bulging between his thighs. I had gotten to him. He was excited. Maybe not a lot, but I knew I had excited him just a little. 

Twenty minutes later I did something I never would have thought I could do in a million years, I rolled over and made no pretense of covering up. 

For perhaps five minutes I lay there and watched him. He sneaked peeks before he finally got up and turned as if to go in. I had to stop him and blurted out, "Can you do my front before you leave, Ned? I can't reach the lotion from here, and you're pretty good at it."

He hesitated, before coming over. I wiggled to one side so he could sit down next to me as he poured the lotion into his palm. Then he began to rub it onto my cheeks and the sides of my face, now down to my shoulders and throat. I thought he would hesitate when he got to my breasts but he didn't. 

I bit my lower lip to keep from moaning as his warm hands began to massage first one breast than the other. My nipples almost leaped up to meet his hands and the areoles around my nipples actually began to swell up along with my nipples. He began to massage and knead breast until the lotion soaked in before moving lower.

He moved his warm hands across my tummy slowly and I felt my pussy begin to pulse, almost contracting as I thought, Oh god, if he sees what he's doing to me, I'll die. 

If he did notice, he gave no sign but when he got down to my groin I couldn't stand it any longer and my legs crept slowly apart. 

And without pausing he began to rub the lotion in. I shuddered and began to tremble. He must have felt it but he continued. I'm clean shaven and I had half expected him to avoid my cunt, but he moved his massaging hand to my weeping slit. 

Not being invasive he coated the soft mounds of each side of my slit he rubbed until the creamy lotion was spread before he moved down to my thighs. If he had spent another minute there, I would have had one hell of a climax but he moved to the tops of my thighs and on down my legs, finally finishing up with my ankles.

I tried to say, "Thanks," but the words wouldn't form, and he set the lotion down and stood up. Now looking down he smiled and in that low sexy voice of his warned, Kelsey, don't overdo it honey, the suns awfully strong and you have some...well rather tender spots that aren't used to being tanned."

I wanted to die. He knew how close I had come and he felt me tremble and still had gone on. I was so fucking wet and sticky by now that my pussy was doing a dance. I lay there for another few minutes just toying with my nipples while I tried to get up enough courage to get up and go in.

When I finally got up I figured it was foolish to try and put my bikini back on again, hell he had seen me completely nude and had his hands all over me anyway. 

I couldn't wait to tell Susie what had happened. So I went to my room and called her. She sounded as if she were going to cum herself as I went into every detail of what had happened. 

Suddenly there was a soft knock on my door. I quickly hung up and opened the door. Ned stood there; already dressed and looking up and down my nude body he just smiled and suggested that I use the shower in his room to straighten up before dressing for dinner. 

I was beyond making any pretense of modesty. I grabbed a towel and padded across the living room to his bathroom. Turned on the hot water, and showered. 

Back in my room I dressed, did my hair and put on makeup. Then he took me to another secluded restaurant down by the lake and as we ate, watched the sun set across the shimmering water. 

Normally I would have cut myself off at three wines, but I wanted the night to go on, so we began ordering something called a "Jackhammer." It was something with vodka and pineapple juice. I knew I was beyond my limit and he held himself to two drinks but I was getting a bit loopy and was becoming more and more intimate, at least in my mind I was. Finally he suggested we leave. 

At home, I was determined to continue. So I made a pitcher of those things we had at the restaurant, but I upped the vodka. Hell he wouldn't notice I figured. He was reluctant, but couldn't very well refuse me when I made him another drink. I began loading my glass with Ice, but served him full glasses. It must have been terrible because it was pure vodka, yet he sipped it. I slid my arms around his neck and he set his drink down. I had put on some music in the CD player and we danced. 

If I would describe it, I would call it "dirty dancing." Oh not on his part, but on mine. I couldn't have gotten any closer to him if we were Siamese twins and I was grinding my pussy into his thigh and pushing my leg hard up against his cock, making it impossible for him to hide the fact that he was getting harder and harder. 

Impulses are hard to control, and I wanted to reach down and see just how hard he'd gotten but I stopped myself. I was sort of wobbly by now, and he helped me to the sofa and sat next to me. 

"You going to be alright Kelsey? I think maybe we had a bit too much after dinner tonight."

I was thinking clearly, and my speech wasn't slurred yet but I was certainly getting brazen, so I began.

"You know Ned we get along pretty well, and I know I promised to stay out of your way, and try to be invisible, but I was sort of wondering. You know...er, well I was thinking. We're both single and... well I think your single, but anyway people should help each other out when they can and I know you helped me out a lot by letting me stay here and all, but there are other ways we can help each other out. And I was sort of thinking, well like this afternoon at the pool. 

It was nice what you did to me and all and I was wondering about it. Did you know I almost came out there?" I thought he'd be surprised or pretend to be shocked, but he just stared at me and smiled before answering. "Mmmm, I thought so, yeah, but where is this going Kelsey?"

I started rambling on again. "Well, ... and this is just a suggestion Ned, but girls need sex just as much as men, maybe more, and... you know, be satisfied and all, and I was thinking. Since we're living together, and we get along so well, I was wondering why we couldn't sort of take care of each other that way. You know like when you need it, I'll be there for you, and you can do the same for me. Of course, no commitments or anything, just people who like each other taking care of each other sort of."

He didn't really respond. I mean he didn't say yes and he didn't say no. He just looked at me as if he were considering it. Then he answered. I held my breath and waited. 




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"We could try I suppose. It's not unusual I guess, but there is this age thing to consider Kelsey and just to put your mind at ease, no I'm not involved with anyone at the moment."

I breathed a big sigh of relief and went on. "I wouldn't be a pest, I mean I'd learn what you like and with your experience, I know you'd be great for me. Maybe we could even teach each other things that we like and all that. I think it'd be great. And no one would ever know."

Then he asked something strange. 

"Kelsey? Are you sure about this? I mean once you start doing something like this it could be hard to stop. And those girls I have had affairs with weren't too willing to let it end. I guess I'm sort of insatiable in that department so I generally try to avoid involvements now. I find it's easier to take care of myself rather than get into a relationship again."

My heart beat like a trip hammer. It looked like he wanted to back out so I made another suggestion. "Well we could just try it out and see where it goes. I know that what you nearly did to me at the pool today had me going crazy and if it had gone on for another minute, I would have cum and never been able to hide it. Maybe we could begin there, I mean...... you know, I'd finish you and you could do me when I needed it and if we wanted, we could go further. Would that be better?"

"Maybe we better think this out," he suggested. 

I was panicked. And fumbled for words. "Ned... Right now I'm in one of my sexy moods, after that nice evening with you and all, so maybe we could try it out right now. I mean it wouldn't be any sort of commitment but sort of a beginning. Please, Ned. Could we do it tonight? I'm ready and I really need it bad, and it's been so long since I've felt like this. Please Ned. Just for this once?"

He looked pensive and I let my hand slide up his thigh and rest on his cock. 

Yea, Oh yeah he was getting hard. I moved my fingers up and found the top of his zipper. Slowly I slid it down and opened his fly while all the time staring into his eyes. And he didn't flinch. 

My fingers moved into the opening and I found the edge of his shorts and wiggled my fingers under it. There was no problem grasping his growing shaft, it had outgrown his shorts, and I reached up with my free arm and pulling his head down, pressed my lips to his. 

My other hand was slowly curling around his thick shaft and my fingers were sliding up and down the length of his cock.

Breaking our kiss he asked, "Here, in the living room?"

I was panting. I wanted him right here and now I looked down at the carpet. "Yes, right here. I want to do it right here. We won't make a mess and I can't wait for it. Come on baby, do it here with me!"

I let his cock go and quickly moved my hand to his belt. A quick tug and it was free. My fingers fumbled at the button at his waist, gave a tug and he was free. It took only a second for him to stand and strip off his slacks and shorts. I watched him intently as I too unfastened my skirt and tossed my cloths aside. 

My thong and bra landed over the lamp on end table, and I sort of wilted down to the floor, and knelt between his legs. My god it was the biggest and hardest cock you could imagine.

He sat down and I grasped it and brought it to my lips. He had no foreskin so my fingers easily slid along the alabaster shaft, stroking up and down. His cock was hot to the touch and seemed to curve upward as I squeezed a droplet of clear slippery pre-cum from its head... 

I suppose I should have kept quiet and just let my instinct take over but I wanted to suck him off and listen to him tell me how good I was doing, so I began to run my tongue around its head as I stroked, pausing to whisper to him.

"You feel good Ned. God your cock's big and thick. Do you like this baby? Am I doing it good for you? Is it getting you really hot for me honey? God Ned, I really want to make it good for you. Don't cum yet....Please? I love to do this to you. I never enjoyed it so much as now. 

Your soooo big and I love the taste of you........ Mmmmmmffff your balls are so heavy too baby. Do you like the way I'm sucking them? Oh yeah baby gimmee your juicy cock in my mouth now. I want to taste you Ned."

I tilted his cock down with some pressure and drove my lips over it. He moaned and I began to alternate sucking, bobbing my head up and down and swirling my tongue around the rim of its wet head. My jaws began to ache he was so large and since he had gotten so wet and slippery I began to jerk him off while I pressed the tongue of my open mouth just under its head.

"Wait Kelsey. Not yet. I want to do something too. Stop a second."

He pulled his cock out of my hands and stood up. Reaching down he grasped my arms and helped me up. Now he put his forearm under my ass and swept me up into his arms and carried me to his bedroom. Gently he lay me down and as I wiggled to get comfortable, he sort of laid down next to me.

I didn't know what he had in mind but I waited just a second before he slid his arm under my neck. Then he reached over my shoulder and grasped my breast. I turned to face him as his lips covered mine. His tongue stabbed into my mouth as I urgently sucked it. 

The fingers of his hand were stroking and gently rolling my nipple between his fingers while his other hand slowly crept down over my tummy. When he placed his fingers over my clit, and began to rotate them round and round, I gasped. 

I never felt anything like it before. My nipples were sending these crazy signals down to my cunt and his fingers were swirling back and forth across my clit and I let out a muffled sob into his mouth. I couldn't stop myself. I broke our kiss and began chanting.

"Yes, oh yes Ned. Oh dear god it feels so fucking good honey. I need it baby. Oh, oooh yeah, I'm gonna cum. Yeah, now! Oh god.... I am, Ned, I'M CUMMMMMMING NOW!"

I bucked up and pressed my gushing pussy against his fingers and while I was cumming he suddenly thrust several fingers into my pussy and sort of closed them so they met his thumb. 

His wrist seemed to vibrate, his fingers were curled up deep in my pussy and his thumb was rubbing against my slippery clit. I thought the world was exploding. Hell I was exploding and squealing like a mad woman. Slowly it began to taper off and I thought it was over but.....

He quickly took his arm from under my neck and changed positions. Now his face hovered over my pulsating pussy and he was breathing hard. His warm breath was teasing my throbbing pussy and suddenly I felt his tongue begin to make long lapping sweeps up and down my cleft. 

Moments slowly went by and still he kept it up. Sometimes pausing to stab his fluttering tongue deep in my vagina, at other times his lips seemed to nibble at the soft folds of my inner lips before pressing down around my clit. 

What he was doing to me was torture of the most erotic kind. My clit began to swell up again and his lips circled it as he pressed down, drawing it out so it seemed to enter his sucking mouth. 

Then the tip of his tongue began to play across its hot pink surface and I went rigid, arched my back up, thrust my pelvis up to meet his mouth and screamed out.

"Again. AGAIN BABY! CUMMING AGAIN DARLING. Oh my god fuck my cunt with your tongue like that. Oh damn it, I can't stop it anymore. I can't take it any more Ned. Oh god baby, fuck me. Oh shit darling do something. Let me suck you off. For gods sake don't do this to me anymore. I need your cock. Fuck me! Do something please. Oh my god, Fuck my mouth! I want it that way. Put it in and fuck my mouth Ned!"

I was a wreck. I lay there panting, my breasts heaving and he took his mouth away and sat there smiling down at me. He had damn near killed me and he was pleased. His face was wet with my cum and he slowly ran his tongue around his lips as he continued to massage my breasts, sometimes tenderly pinching my nipples or tugging at their sensitive surface. I never in my entire life had anyone do anything like that to me before. I have never had a man eat me. 

For that matter, the only times I have ever had a persons mouth on my cunt was with Susie and maybe one other girl. But they were nothing like this, and I had never cum that way. 

I was hooked and I wanted to make him pay for it. I wanted to force him to lose control. I needed him to want me the way I wanted him. Sure, I wanted him to fuck my tight little cunt, but tonight I wanted him to fuck my mouth. So I sat up and slowly slid to the floor.

"Gimmeee your cock honey. It's payback time. The deal was we do for each other, so I want to have you cum too. In my mouth, all over my face, in my hair, on my breasts, everywhere. And I don't want your help. Don't even think of doing yourself, it's mine tonight. Now stand up and fuck my thirsty mouth baby. Do it for me."

He gave me a sort of curious smile. The sort of smile that seems to ask, "Are you serious?" Oh I was serious. Hell I was kneeling in front of him and my pussy was actually weeping onto the rug between my thighs. 

I grasped his cock and thrust it between my lips, my left hand took his balls and I gently began to massage them. As my head bobbed back and forth, I tried to take him deep down my throat, but I couldn't with out gagging, so I reached behind him and pushed on his ass until he realized I wanted him to do the thrusting.

I guess there are times when all inhibitions vanish. Moments when we simply go insane with desire and don't give a fuck what we do so long as it's satisfying. Well that was my moment. I wanted him to fuck my cunt, and if that wouldn't happen tonight, I wanted him to fuck my mouth. I wanted to feel his body shake. I wanted to hear his breaths come in short gasps. I wanted to hear him cry out my name and I wanted to drink his body. I wanted him!

He began to thrust, keeping his hands at his side. It began slowly, my hand held his balls and I held the base of his cock with my other hand. I pursed my lips as if trying to whistle and minutes passed, I began to snort. 

I was learning to hold my breath and stop the urge to gag. Soon his thrusting became more rapid, and I took my hand off his cock, allowing him to shove it in all the way to the back of my throat. 

With one hand now free, I slid my arm around his thighs and began to play with his ass, trying to get my index finger in him. It worked. And suddenly my dreams came true. He suddenly groaned.

"Kelsey? Kelsey I'm almost ready. Take it out! I'm gonna cum Kelsey. Yeahhhhh now! Take it baby, take it all!"

I had warning. I could have pulled off his cock but I didn't want to. I wanted the intimacy that comes when you do the craziest things and I wanted to swallow him. I wanted to taste him and feel the thick stringy fluid flow first into my sucking mouth, then flow down my throat. To know that he was feeding me and I was doing the most intimate thing I could imagine doing. 

He put his hands on either side of my head and held me still. He seemed to pause a moment and than I began to feel the spurting thick streams of cum flood my mouth. I was surprised. I'd heard all sorts of descriptions of how it would be, but I really liked it. Slightly salty, was my first thought, then a bit metallic and sweet. It wasn't really thick but sort of stringy, like egg white, as I swallowed him. I looked up at this man and thought: "I could live on him."

He pulled out with a sort of sucking sound and I stood up and gave him a deep kiss. Then breaking, I waited for an invitation to stay with him for the rest of the night. 

When he didn't offer, I told him he was great, and went back to my room. The next morning he left on travel and I grabbed my phone and called Susie. I had to tell her what had happened. 

She conned me into coming over and as she sat on the couch with her legs curled up under her I began to tell her what had happened.

When I got to the part about him going down on me, she told me to stop a minute. She rummaged in her purse and took out a small vibrator. I looked at her sort of questioningly and she just smiled as she pulled her shorts off and put the toy up against her clit.

"This is more exciting than phone sex, she whispered. Go on tell me. Did he really make you cum with his mouth over your cunt? Oh god I'd love that. How did it feel? Let me know everything. Oh god I never had a guy eat me out like that. He must be good."

I was half way thru the description when Susie had her first orgasm. She went rigid and shoved her toy frantically in and out of her pussy as she squealed. "Yes, oh, ooooh yeah, it's good Kelseeeey, oh god I want that too!"

I thought it was over but when I began describing how I sucked him off, her eyes got as big as saucers and when I told her I swallowed it all. She exploded.

"OH MY GOD. OH KELSEY, YOU DID? I WANT THAT. OH GOD GIRL, I'M GONNA FUCKIN CUM JUST THINKING ABOUT IT!"

She did. Boy did she ever cum. I had to get paper towels and clean up the mess on the couch. For a moment I almost felt like joining her but it passed and she sat there panting.

Gasping for breath she stared at me and asked: "will he lay you? I mean my god girl your not going to tell me you're just going to masturbate each other. It's got to go further or you're going to go crazy. Is he big? Will you be able to take it? I mean what if he wants to go...... you know, up the back way or something. Would you? I mean, like let him take you that way too?" 

I didn't even have to think about it. I had already decided. Anything he wanted, I wanted too. I love the surprises and the spontaneous way he does things to me that I never ever imagined in my wildest fantasies. I shook my head yes and almost shouted, "YES, in a minute, anything he wants, I want."

I guess I felt like explaining myself so I went on. "Susie, he's so mature, and he knows how to read your reactions. He knows exactly how to play with my mind and I guess good sex is partly in your mind anyway. I actually almost came at the same time he finished in my mouth. It was just the thought of him losing control and knowing that I did it. Ya know what I mean?"

Susie stared at me and softly asked, "Would he ever consider another partner? I mean maybe you could ask if maybe I could somehow make it with him. I never had a guy eat me and make me cum. Hell I only did that with you those couple of times and it was fantastic, but I never came that way."

I told her I couldn't ask him to do something like that with her. Hell I still hadn't tried to talk him into fucking me yet. That was my next project. I wanted that hard cock deep in my pussy and feel him pounding deep inside me until he cries out for me to take it.

Thursday arrived and I was warn out. Between classes and long sessions masturbating I was sort of fatigued. My supply of batteries had run out, and my wrist was sore. So when I heard him pull into the garage, I had to fight running to him. I didn't want him to know how much I needed him.

I wanted to be cool about the whole thing and let him think it was nothing special. Sort of like we had agreed to on Sunday. Just two people taking care of each other once in a while, but I was on fire inside.

He did the usual. Unpacked, showered and freshened up and when he came into the living room I was posed curled up on the couch, legs drawn up and my blouse open down almost to my navel. He smiled and asked how things had gone.

We chatted about my classes and actually helped me with my social science problem. Then he asked if I'd like to go out to dinner, or eat in. I really would have preferred a pizza or something but I wanted to get him to drink something stronger than beer so I opted to go out with him.

Again we went to the lake and again I switched from wine to Jackhammer highballs before we came home. My next pitcher of drinks were twice as strong as they had been last Sunday, and again I nursed mine while loading his. 

I decided not to suggest we get more intimate than we had agreed earlier. I figured I'd make it happen without agreeing to anything specific. Again I made the first move. My dirty dancing thing. I kicked off my shoes and put on my favorite music. I snuggled close and undid the lower two buttons on my blouse so my breasts were exposed.

He didn't say a word as I undid each of the buttons in his shirt and pulled its tails out of his slacks. Now I could press my perky nipples against his bare chest and sort of drag them back and forth. I don't know if it excited him, but I was driving myself crazy. I was hunching up against his thigh, grinding my pussy back and forth as I worked my thigh up against his cock.

When I was sure he was getting hot, I tilted his head to my mouth and whispered one word, "encore?" He knew what I was asking and he stepped away slightly and slid his hand down inside my skirt and let his warm hand come to rest on my pussy.

"Your wet, Kelsey. Do you want me to take care of you again?"

I gasped, and grabbed for his bulge and whispered: Yeah, and you too? It looks like you need some attention too. Want some of my attention Ned?"

He drew a deep breath and I knew I had him. So I went on. 

"Come on. In my room baby. I want this to be special." Actually I wanted to get fucked and I wanted him to sleep with me after it was over. I had this fantasy of waking him up in the middle of the night while I was straddling him and of looking down at his face as I rode his cock. I wanted to hear him call out my name again and feel him cum at the same time as me. I wanted to be fucked until we were both spent.

Everything went as planned when I sort of changed the rules. Well sort of changed the rules. I still wanted to feel his mouth on my pussy, and I still wanted to cum in his mouth as he ate me, but that's when something different happened. 

He had me so fucking hot I was crawling all over the bed. He was an octopus and he was all over me. I was in a 69 position and trying not to bite down when he made me cum but suddenly I felt his fingers deep inside me and he was playing that thing where his thumb and fingers sort of meet. 

How in the hell he did it, I'll never be able to explain but suddenly his lips were clamped over my clit and his fingers were stroking my "G" spot when I got this urge to pee. But when I relaxed, I didn't. I mean I climaxed right in his mouth but I think I actually spurted my own cum or something right into his open mouth.

I tried to scream but his cock was in my mouth and muffled my cries. 

When he lifted his face and twisted around, I grabbed him and pulled him on top of me. Now quickly reaching down between us I grabbed his shaft and slid its head along the valley of my pussy until I felt it line up with my vagina. Then I thrust up, driving him in deep. I opened my mouth to gasp as I clenched him tightly against me.

That way he couldn't pull out but as he struggled, all he was really doing was sort of stroking deeper and deeper inside me. Finally he gave up and resigned himself to the fact that I wanted to be fucked.

I don't think I ever came while I had something or someone inside me without playing with my clit. Even when I masturbate, I stroke my big dildo in and out with my left hand while I rub myself with my other hand. So what happened was fantastic.

He lifted up off me, sort of kneeling between my spread thighs; I lifted my ass to keep him inside and rested my legs atop his shoulders. Now he could thrust with longer and deeper strokes. And he did.

Sometimes he would go slowly, tugging my pussy so it felt as if I were being turned inside out. At other moments he would draw his entire cock out and plunge it back in. That was making me crazy. I loved it. Can you imagine six or seven inches of thick cock being taken away from your slippery cunt before it suddenly is thrust back in even harder than ever.




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The room echoed with the slurping sound of my pussy being used like a tight vessel as his cock drove in and out like a piston. And each time his pubes rammed against my clit I came closer and closer until I went over the top.

"Yessss, oh baby, unh, unh, unh, more, oh god deeper, Baby, gimmeee it deeper. Faster now! YEAH, GIMMEE IT NOW. I WANT IT NOW. OMYGOD FUCK MY PUSSY UNTIL YOU FEED IT. SHOOT FOR ME! I need it now!"

I listened and heard what I needed to hear. He finally lost control and suddenly shuddered and paused slightly before convulsively thrusting ten or twelve more times and all the time he sobbed, "Kelsey? Kelsey, take it! Now! TAKE IT MY LITTLE SLUT, TAKE IT ALL!

I collapsed. Yes it's true, I guess, for a moment the world stands still. And now I laid there with him panting in my ear. "Oh god Kelsey what did we do? You're too damn good to get involved with a guy like me."

"Try me, I whispered. I want it all. Every way and all the time. I am a slut but I'm your slut so that makes it my dream. Now you just stay here for a minute while I get ready for another dream of mine."

I rolled out of bed and got some oil from the night stand. Bringing it to him I knelt along side of him and presented my ass. Oil me up baby. I want to take you this way too. I want to know everything and how it feels.

When he whispered, I've never done this either, I thought he would give up, but he oiled his cock and I stroked it to keep him hard, as he slid first one than two well lubricated fingers up inside my ass. 

If I relaxed, it felt good, but when I would clamp down I could actually trap his fingers inside, and that sent chills up and down my spine. I wanted to do that to his cock so I wiggled my ass for him and looking over my shoulder demanded, put it in and fuck me Ned. I want it all. "

I have to admit it's a strange sensation. And even though I was aroused beyond belief, I found that I needed to slide my vibrator deep inside my cunt to help myself cum that way. 

"Feel good baby? Like it when I squeeze him like this?" I was clamping down on him as I asked.

"Yeah Kelsey. And I can feel that vibrator you're using too. Oh god Kelsey what are we doing to each other?"

"Shush baby it's getting good. Ned? Ned I think I'm gonna baby. Oh yeah, I am. Ned can you cum again? Ned, baby, give it to me now! Please darling shoot but tell me when. I want to cum with you."

Seconds later he began to moan, and lying over my back he clutched my hanging breasts and lowly moaned. "Now. Cumming now for you! Take it deep sweetie. Take my cum now!"

And that night I fulfilled my fantasies. When he had taken me, ravished my ass and exhausted me, we showered and around three AM I threw my leg over his hips and slowly lowered myself onto his cock. Impaled, I rode him until he again satisfied both me and himself. 

A few days later, Susie ran out of batteries as I related my night with Ned.



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"What happens in this apartment, stays in this apartment," my sister said, not meaning what I wish she had meant.

"What I mean is... I'm not going to change my lifestyle for you, okay?" Her tone softened slightly as she adjusted to my reaction. "If I want to bring someone into my bedroom, I will." She paused as if waiting for my agreement. I nodded so she went on. "If I want to parade around in my nothingness, I will. This was my apartment first." I didn't really expect her to parade around with nothing on but I wouldn't stop her if she wanted to. My sister was gorgeous.

"It was different when Meghan was my roommate," my sister explained. "Her and I would go out on Friday nights, bring guys back here, sometimes the same one." She smiled when I raised my eyebrows at her last comment. "Anyway, Sport, it all stays here, understand?"

"Absolutely," I nodded my head as I pictured Meghan and my sister doing a threesome with some lucky asshole.

"Good." She stood up and gave me a full body hug. "I'm glad you're here. Her well-developed breasts pressed against my chest and I broke the hug before my hard-on became noticeable.

"Don't worry, Sis. I'm going to be the best roommate you've ever had," I said, holding her shoulders and looking her in the eyes.

"I know you will, Luke," she smiled. "Now, off to bed, you've got a big day tomorrow. You don't want to be tired on your first day of classes." 

"Good night, Jessie." I kissed my sister's cheek and headed into the bedroom that she had helped me set up earlier in the day.

Plopping down on my bed, I couldn't get the image of my sister and Meghan out of my head. Was she kidding? Did they really have a threesome?

I love my sister. I mean, really love her. She's three years older than me and I would marry her if it weren't illegal. That's the kind of love I'm talking about... the wrong kind. She's smart, sexy, funny, and beautiful with near supermodel body. Did I mention sexy? 

Of course, she didn't know any of this or she might have thought differently about us sharing an apartment. I was overjoyed at the end of last semester when Meghan moved in with her boyfriend just before I graduated. My parents, who are paying all of our expenses, told her not to bother finding another roommate since I would be attending the same college in the fall. 

And there I was, living with the love of my life. Not that I expected anything to happen between us. We're brother and sister. But just being around my sexy sister every day was enough for me. I finally fell asleep while trying to imagine what it would be like if my incestuous feelings were reciprocated.

I was up early the next morning, showered and dressed before Jessie emerged from her bedroom. My jaw dropped. She wasn't kidding about parading around. My sister was rubbing sleep from her eyes as she walked towards the bathroom. And she was completely naked! Fuck!

My cock responded instantly and I stared dumbfounded as she pulled her hands away from her eyes and smiled at me. Her body ought to be on a men's magazine cover and my eyes bounced between her luscious breasts and her hairless pussy.

"What?" my sister asked when she saw my reaction. She must have thought I saw beautiful naked women everyday. "Oh, this?" She ran her hand over her smooth mound and shrugged. "Guys like it," she said sheepishly. "Don't tell mom, okay? She'd think I was some kind of slut or something." 

"N-no, I won't tell," I stammered, wondering when I would ever be talking to my mother about my sister's pussy hair, or lack thereof.

"You're up early," she said. "Anxious about your classes?" she asked, moving closer to me and stirring up such lustful feelings that I could barely talk.

"Yeah," I blurted out. "I... um..." Damn, she was just standing there naked, and completely oblivious to my reaction. "I thought I'd scope out the classrooms and lecture halls ahead of time." I managed to complete a sentence while my sexy sister was standing less than a foot from me. 

"You'll be fine," she assured me as she leaned up and planted a kiss on my cheek. Her left boob brushed my arm and the electrical charge went straight to my cock. "Good luck," she said as she turned around and walked into the bathroom. I adjusted my stiff cock as I watched her firm ass cheeks undulate seductively. 

Fuck! I thought she was kidding about parading around. This was going to be a hundred times better than I thought. 

I made it through my first week of class without any problems, greeting my naked sister every morning and jacking off every night. Jessie was great in the kitchen and we ate dinner together each night, discussing our various classes, professors, homework and classmates. 

I loved it! It was like I had died and gone to heaven until that Friday night brought my idyllic world to an abrupt halt.

"I'm going out tonight, Sport," Jessie yelled from her bedroom. "Don't wait up." I could see her through the open bedroom door as she stripped down to her matching bra and thong while she looked for something to wear.

"Where are you going?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant while I watched her pick a coral blue dress from the closet and hold it up for scrutiny. 

"Going clubbing with a couple of friends," she answered as she shimmied into the short dress. "I'd invite you, but it's over 21 only," she added as she walked into the living room, holding her shoes.

"What do you think?" she asked. I was about to tell her she looked gorgeous when she added, "bra or no bra?"

While I was still trying to process the question, she slipped the dress off her arms and unfastened her bra. My cock sprang to life as she removed her bra and tossed it on the counter. I had seen her flawless tits every day this week but I didn't think I could ever tire of the sight. She leaned slightly forward as she tucked her generous breasts inside the top of her cross-front dress.

"So?" she asked, standing with her hands on her hips. "Do my nipples show?" 

"Um..." I caught my breath and accepted her invitation to stare at her breasts. "No... I can't see your nipples." This was so fucking unexpected. It was like she didn't even think of me as a guy. Parading around was one thing, but damn.

"Great! I'd rather not wear the bra," she said, putting it back in her room. I watched as she slipped into her shoes and grabbed her purse. "There's spaghetti left from the other night," she said as she kissed my cheek. "Don't be surprised if there's a third for breakfast. If I get lucky," she laughed and headed out the door.

There was a third for breakfast both Saturday and Sunday morning. Different guys each night but a similar scenario played out. Stumbling in at about 2 a.m., giggling and shushing each other as they left a trail of clothes from the front door to her bedroom. A little while later, I was treated to the sound of my sister yelling heat-of-passion obscenities.

"Fuck! Fuck! Harder! Harder! Fuck me harder!" and so on. I covered my head, trying to block out what my sister was doing in the next room but my cock betrayed me, hardening at the sound of her orgasmic outbursts. It seemed to go on nearly half the night.

This became the pattern of our lives over the next few weeks. We would engage in normal brother and sister activity, except for the naked parading, during the week with wonderful dinner conversations and study sessions. Then, Friday and Saturday night my sister would transform into the world's most insatiable sex goddess, bringing home a succession of one-night stands. And it was always just one night, I never saw the same guy twice. 

After the first couple of weeks, I stopped trying to block it out. I know it's pathetic but I started jacking off to the soundtrack of my sister's sexual exploits. I started leaving my door open a bit so I could hear her better. I was inexperienced but it seemed like she took a long time to reach an orgasm. I practiced holding off until I heard her unmistakable cries of release and then I'd shoot a huge load of cum into a tissue. 

The guys usually left mid-morning and my sister would sleep half the day away before dragging herself into the bathroom to soak in a hot bath. Occasionally, she'd call me to bring her something for her hangover and I would sit on the toilet handing her headache medicine and ice water. 

I constantly marveled at the contrast between this naked, well-fucked woman in the bathtub and the fresh-faced college student who I had dinner with on weekdays. They were two sides of a single coin but my involvement was relegated to one side only. 

Jessie still walked around naked all week, oblivious to my perpetual hard-on, and she still asked for my advice on her sexy weekend outfits but one Saturday afternoon she took her asexual approach with me a lot farther. 

She had been especially vocal the night before and slept even later than usual. Her orgasm had taken forever and I almost came before she did. It was the middle of the afternoon and Jessie was soaking in the bath when she called for me. I figured she wanted headache medicine so I got that and a glass of water before I went into the bathroom. 

"That fucker bit me!" Jessie greeted me when I walked into the bathroom. "Look at these teeth marks around my nipple!" Jessie was cupping her left tit and holding it up for my inspection. I sat down the pills and the water glass before kneeling next to the tub. 

Never one to let an opportunity slide by, I ran my finger over the marks on her otherwise perfect breast. It's the first time I had touched my sister's breast and my cock was straining against my jeans as I touched her smooth, soft skin. Fuck! 

"I don't know, Sis," I said, leaning closer until my face was only inches from her breast. "Turn it towards the light," I said, palming her tit and moving it slightly to the side. Okay, I admit it was a chicken shit way to cop a feel, but I was touching my sister's breast!

"It does look a bit like teeth marks," I admitted, moving to the other breast before she realized what I was doing. "Did he bite this one, too?" I asked, hefting her right breast and brushing my thumb across her nipple. 

"No, but look at this," she cried, unmindful of my hands on her breasts as she leaned back in the tub and raised her right leg. "I think he bit my thigh," she said, spreading her legs as she pulled her right thigh up. "See this?" she asked, pointing to a spot on her thigh about two inches from her pussy. 

Fuck! I leaned closer, breathing in my sister's aroma as I stared at her crinkled pussy lips. Since it had worked for her breasts, I ran my hand over the spot on her thigh but stopped short of touching her pussy lips. My heart was beating like crazy as I studied my sister's exquisite pussy. It was the most erotic sight I had ever seen.

"Yeah, he was rough," I said, as Jessie settled back into the tub.

"That's the last time that fucker is touching me!" she announced as if any guy ever got a second chance. "He wasn't even that good." I just nodded, not knowing what to say. I figured he wasn't very good based on how long it took her to climax.

"Jess," I said, sitting down on the toilet seat. "You don't seem to see the same guy more than once anyway." 

"I know," she sighed, leaning back and putting a washcloth over her face. "I keep thinking one day I'll find the right one." 

"I'm sure you will, Sis," I answered agreeably.

I sat there for a few minutes watching her breasts rise and fall with her breathing, remembering the feel of her skin against my fingers. This was the first chance I had to really check out my sister's body without her seeing what I was doing. 

Her rose-colored, half-dollar size areolas contrasted erotically with her pale breasts and her thick nipples stood out impressively even in their unaroused state. Damn, I wanted so badly to lean down and suck on them. How could she not know what she was doing to me?

I didn't want to leave the bathroom but couldn't think of a good reason to explain why I was still there. I was tempted to take out my phone and snap a few shots but I couldn't betray her trust like that so I stood up and took one last look before making my exit. Fuck!

A couple of weeks after the biter, Jessie brought home an aggressive lover who never even let her get to her bedroom. This was a first for me as I watched them get naked as soon as the door closed. There were no giggles or shushing, just urgent kissing and panting as they tore at each other's clothes. Jessie pulled him over to the couch and sat down with her legs splayed open. I backed into my dark bedroom enough so that I knew she couldn't see me and watched her push his head between her legs. 

"Come on, Lover," Jessie panted. "Eat my pussy. Eat it good." He didn't need any more invitation than that. I was stroking my cock and watching Jessie's face as wet, slurping sounds filled the room. She ensnarled his dark hair with her fingers and I watched her face, wishing it was me sucking out her delicious pussy juice. 

He must have been hitting the right spots because Jessie was moaning loudly and humping her pussy against his face. Just when I thought she would start to climax, he pulled his head back and wiped his face.

"What the...?" Jessie screamed as he sat down next to her.

"Let's fuck," he said pulling her on top of him. 

"I was just about to cum," Jessie pouted as she straddled his legs and settled her pussy down around his hard cock. 

"Don't worry," he said, lifting her slightly and then pushing her back down. "We're not done by a long shot." 

I watched Jessie as she grabbed his shoulders and started to ride him. My cock was ready to explode but I wanted to wait and cum with Jessie. I had never seen anything like this. Listening was one thing but watching my sister get fucked was a dual-edged sword. I was jealous as hell but my cock was in seventh heaven. 

It seemed to go on forever and I had to stop stroking myself to keep from finishing before her. I was panting and would have worried about them hearing me if they weren't making so much noise of their own. Jessie was ranting and shouting encouragement while he was grunting and bucking his hips off the couch. He had his hands on her hips and was yanking her down hard each time he plunged into her. 

Just when it looked like Jessie was getting close and I had started up my own efforts again, lover boy climaxed.

"Oh fuck!" he yelled, yanking Jessie down and holding her there as he jerked his cum into her. 

"Oh fuck, is right," Jessie panted, jumping off his cock and kneeling on the floor in front of him. "You're not getting off that easy," she said without any thought to the unintended pun. I watched her gently massage his spent cock while she licked it all over. Fuck, my sister was slurping her own juices off of lover boy's flaccid cock. 

I've seen lots of erotic videos but nothing prepared me for watching my sister give this guy a blowjob. She was out of control with lust as she licked, stroked and sucked him back to life. It was incredible how quickly he recovered under Jessie's machinations. Damn! Damn! Damn! I wanted a blowjob like that. Fuck!

As soon as he was hard, Jessie was on him again.

"My turn," she breathed as she rode him with a wild fervency that I would never be able to reconcile with my docile weekday sister. She was bouncing so high that I thought she'd bounce right off his fully recovered cock. I was pumping my shaft right along with her, stretching it out until I heard her screaming her intentions.

"Oh fuck! Yes! I'm cumming!" Jessie cried and I watched her slam her pussy down on his cock just as I exploded onto the tissue I was holding. Lover boy must have cum too because I saw him jerking under Jessie just before she collapsed against his chest. Fuck! I came so hard watching them that I staggered back into my bedroom and dropped onto my bed, exhausted.

I would be lying if I didn't tell you I was getting quite concerned about my sister's promiscuousness. I even tried to talk to her once about the health risks but she dismissed me with a wave of her hand.

"I'm on the pill," she sighed. "And it's not like I'm picking up total strangers. These guys are all either in my classes or friends of friends."

"But Jess, you know what they say about multiple sex partners," I argued feebly. 

"Yeah, well. What's the alternative?" she asked. I knew it was rhetorical or I would have suggested a very safe alternative. We were having dinner and I used my chewing as an excuse not to speak. "You know how it is if you go too long without sex," she said matter-of-factly. It must have been something in my expression that gave me away.

"No! Really!" she asked. "You've never been laid?" I dropped my eyes to my dinner plate and she softened her tone. "Well, we'll have to do something about that, won't we?" she asked, making me jerk my head up with real anticipation.

"I know lots of girls," she said dismissively. "What about Meghan? I bet I can get her to do it or maybe one of the girls I hang out with on Friday night." I was vigorously shaking my head.

"No thanks," I answered, flustered by her offer. It was intriguing but not at all what I was hoping for. "I'll be fine. I'd feel funny if you set me up with someone just for sex."

"Well, you don't know what you're missing," she said. "You're a good looking guy and I bet Meghan would love to be your first. Hell, if you weren't my brother, I'd take you on myself," she teased while I blushed a bright shade of crimson. My reaction must have spurred her on because she continued her attack with a gleam in her eye.

"What? You'd be surprised what a great cocksucker I am," she goaded me, while I stared with wide-eyed incredulity, wondering if she could read my mind. "I'd suck that virgin cum right out of you and then lick you hard again so you could pound away at your first pussy without shooting off too soon." 

My cock was getting hard and unfortunately when I reached to straighten my shorts, Jessie pounced.

"Hey, speaking of cocks, how come I've never seen yours?" She was out of her chair and around the table before I even realized what she had in mind. "Come on, buster. I can't tell my girlfriends about you if you're going to embarrass me with a puny tool." 

"Jessie!" I stood up and tried to back away but Jessie's eyes went right to the bulge in my shorts. 

"It doesn't look like you have anything to be ashamed of so show your big sister the goods!" Jessie said, resorting to childhood antics of tickling to get me on the writhing on the floor. 

"Stop! Stop!" I cried, laughing and squirming on the floor while Jessie straddled my torso and kept tickling me. "Alright! Alright! I'll show you," I panted. She let me go and sat next to me on the floor, laughing all most as hard as I was. 

I was catching my breath when she reached over, unbuttoned my shorts and started pulling my zipper down. 

"I'll get it," I said, swatting her hand away. We were both very quiet as I unzipped my shorts and slipped them down to my knees. My hard cock was making a large tent in my briefs and almost poking it's head out of the waistband. 

"Hmmmm," Jessie said, licking her lips as I pulled the elastic out over the head of my cock and let it spring free. This was different from parading around the house naked. This was intentionally displaying my hard cock for my sister's inspection. It was rock hard and sticking up at an angle toward the ceiling. 

"Very nice, Luke," Jessie said, as she looked over my swollen rod. "Pull your underwear the rest of the way down, let's see the whole package, balls and all. In fact, get completely naked. I may as well make a full assessment of your worthiness as a lover," she smiled.

"What?" I didn't know why I was arguing this was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to me and I couldn't be more thrilled that it was happening with my sister.




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"Hey, it's not like you haven't seen me completely naked," she countered. I stood up, letting my shorts and underwear drop to my feet and I stepped out of them as I was pulling my shirt over my head. Jessie was still sitting on the floor giving her an eyelevel view of my throbbing cock. 

"Spread your legs a little and let me see what you've got," she said, smiling up at me as I complied and she tipped her head to the side, looking under my very horizontal pole at my nut sack.

"Give me a 360," she said, twirling her finger so I'd know she meant for me to turn completely around. While I was facing away from her, she ran her hand lightly over my ass cheek, sending pleasure signals to my already pulsating cock. 

"Damn!" she said, smacking my ass with her hand. "You'd better get dressed before I forget you're my brother." I knew this was my perfect opportunity but I didn't know what to say. As I turned around to get my clothes, Jessie was standing up and my cock tapped her hip.

"Be careful with that thing," she smiled, gripping it with two fingers and moving it out of her way. The flush went all the way up my body to my very red face.

"I could forget you're my sister, too," I stammered.

"Now, that's sick and you're just horny!" she laughed. "Don't worry, I won't have any trouble getting one of my girlfriends interested in that," she added, pointing to my hard cock. 

She walked over and started clearing the table while I put my clothes back on. Fuck! My sister had touched my cock! 

After that I stopped wearing my boxers around the apartment and started parading around naked almost as often as Jessie. I couldn't believe what a turn on it was to be naked around my sister, especially when she was naked, too. I caught her more than once checking out my erection on her way to the bathroom.

One Friday night, Jessie brought home a guy who would completely change our relationship, although neither of us knew it at the time. I heard them come in at the regular time and they sounded even more wasted than normal, stumbling around and laughing loudly while they turned on all the lights. I watched them from my just inside my darkened bedroom as they supported each other and laughed their way to Jessie's room.

I lay on my bed, lightly stroking my cock as I waited for the normal sounds of Jessie getting off. Instead I heard her door slam and an angry male voice as he stomped through the living room.

"Yeah, well fuck you!" he yelled, as he fumbled for the front door. 

"If you could!" my sister yelled from behind her closed door. 

"I've just had too much to drink! Don't worry, you'll be shedding your panties for another loser tomorrow night, you pathetic slut!" he yelled just before he slammed the door behind him. I jumped from my bed and was going to run after the bastard but, of course, I was naked so I just locked the door and secured the chain.

I was heading back into my bedroom when I heard muffled crying from Jessie's room. Opening the door, I saw her lying on her stomach with her head buried in her pillow.

"Jess?" I whispered, walking into her room. Her clothes were strewn across the floor and she was completely naked, her cute young ass jiggling as she sobbed. 

"Just leave me alone, Luke," she said, waving her arm at me to leave. "He's right, I am pathetic."

"No you're not," I answered, sitting on the bed next to her and rubbing her back.

"I am. He's right. I'm a pathetic slut looking for instant gratification with whoever is available," she cried. When I didn't leave, she turned towards me and reached out.

"Oh Luke!" she cried, as she pulled me into an embrace, sobbing against my shoulder. "Just hold me!" Gladly. Her cries subsided as I gently massaged her back. We laid there with our arms wrapped around each other and I held her until she fell asleep. Eventually she turned over and I spooned against her back, falling asleep with her. 

I woke up with my normal morning hard-on only this time it was pressed against my sister's naked ass. I took a deep breath and enjoyed the closeness that I knew would be lost as soon as she woke up. I must have dozed off again because the next time I woke up, Jessie's hand was wrapped around my cock, gently stroking up and down.

"Now that's more like it," she murmured without turning around. Lifting her left leg, she guided my rock solid cock towards her awaiting pussy lips. I held my breath. Could this really be happening? Maybe I was still dreaming. 

In a single fluid motion, one that she had undoubtedly practiced many times, Jessie fed my hard cock into her moist pussy while raising up onto her knees. I followed along, pushing my cock forward as I knelt behind her on the bed. 

Ohmygod! Her pussy was hot, wet and unlike anything I had ever felt before. Fuck! Instinctively, I grabbed her hips as I pushed my cock all the way into her fiery pussy and was rewarded with her hot, velvety softness molding itself around me.

"Fuck me, baby," Jessie cooed. "Fuck me real good." At this point I couldn't think. I didn't want to think. My sister was offering to take my virginity and I wasn't about to consider the consequences. 

I slid my cock in and out a few times, watching it disappear between her soft lips while savoring the feel of my first fuck. I ran my hand over the sexy curves of her ass cheeks as I slow fucked her with my morning hard-on.

"Harder! Fuck me harder!" Jessie cried, her face buried in her pillow as she rocked her ass back against my cock. Eager to comply, I tightened my grip on her hips and started slamming my cock into her slippery pussy like a battering ram. All those nights of holding back worked in my favor as I kept pounding and pounding my long, hard cock deep into her steamy pussy. This was my dream come true. I was actually fucking my big sister!

"Ohhhh... yeah... just... like... that... Fuck... me... Ohhh... God!" Jessie's cries were muffled in the pillow as she panted out each word on the forward thrust of my cock. Her pussy kept getting hotter and wetter as I continued my relentless hammering until she was moaning and screaming that she was going to cum. 

Okay, I lied before. This was really my dream come true; making my sister cum. I wanted her to have the biggest orgasm she'd ever had. I keep up the furious pace, driving my cock into her sopping pussy until she pushed back extra hard and started shaking.

"I'm fucking cumming!" Jessie cried as I felt her pussy quivering around my cock. I stopped moving and just held her hips tightly against me. My cock was ready to burst but I wasn't going to give into my pleasure just yet. I continued holding her against me until she had ridden out several waves of pulsating pleasure, and when her orgasm seemed like it was subsiding, I slowly started rocking my cock in and out of her pussy again.

"You're kidding!" Jessie cried, as I picked up the pace and slammed my cock into her with a renewed intensity. This was my ultimate fantasy. I wanted to drive us both to a feverish orgasm, coming together like I had imagined so many times. 

"Ohhh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Jessie was out of control. Her sweltering pussy having already had one orgasm was now so slick with her juices that my cock churned up frothy lubricant with every stroke. My heart was pounding so loudly, I was surprised I could even hear Jessie as I jackhammered my throbbing cock into her insatiable cunt. This was fucking heaven!

"This is it! Oh fuck! Goddamn!!" Jessie screamed.

I did it! Jessie climaxed around my cock just as my first spurt of cum burst forth. I was hanging onto her sweaty hips as I jerkily deposited my built-up load into her anxious pussy. I stayed with her as she collapsed onto the bed, laying gently against her back with my cock still half buried in her drenched hole. 

"Oh God, Sis," I whispered and was about to kiss her neck when she abruptly jerked up, throwing me off. 

"What the fuck!" Jessie yelled, turning towards me. "Luke? What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"What am I doing?" I asked bewildered. Fuck! She didn't know it was me?

"Where's.... where's what's his name? Ohmygod! You're my fucking brother for Christ's sake!" 

"But I thought you knew..." Oh fuck. What have I done? How could she not have known?

"Oh God! Get out! Just get the fuck out of here! Oh God!" Jessie was screaming and pulling the covers around her. I scurried out of her bedroom, confused and deflated.

I sat on the couch, drained of energy and wondering what the fuck just happened. My dream fantasy just exploded into a fucking nightmare. I don't know how long I sat like that, still naked with my elbows on my knees and my face buried in my hands. I looked up when I heard Jessie come out of her bedroom. 

"I'm going to take a bath and wash your sperm out of me," she said tersely. It was the first time I ever saw her with a bathrobe on. 

"Jess," I pleaded. "I..."

"Don't fucking talk to me," she yelled, pointing her finger at me for emphasis. "I'm locking the door in case you get the urge to rape me again," she added brusquely. 

"I didn't rape you!" I snapped, tired of her damned accusations.

"What do you call it when you come into my bedroom and shove your cock into me while I'm still half asleep?" she asked sarcastically.

"That's not what happened," I retorted but she had already slammed the bathroom door. I didn't know what to do. How could this have gotten so distorted?

"Jess..." I called from outside the bathroom door. 

"Go away, Luke!" she yelled.

"Just listen a minute, will you?" I said, sinking down on the floor outside the door. "Don't you remember that dickhead who was saying all that nasty shit about you as he stomped out last night? You were crying and I came in to make sure you were okay, remember?" I took a breath and waited but when there was no response I continued.

"You asked me to hold you, remember? You were crying and you fell asleep in my arms." There was still no answer. "We both fell asleep, Jess. Then, when I woke up you were holding my dick... and well, you know the rest."

"Yeah, you fucking raped me!" Jess yelled through the door. 

"NO!" I responded angrily. "That is not what happened!" I took a deep breath, lowered my voice, and continued more contritely. 

"I stupidly thought that you knew it was me, Jess. I would never, ever do anything to hurt you or take advantage of you. I love you..." Fuck. I had just blurted it out. 

"I've always loved you and... and... it was like a dream come true when you started putting me inside you..." I swallowed hard and continued more quietly than before. "But I honestly thought you knew." I was crying now, I couldn't help it. "Please believe me, Jess. I thought you knew." I slump against the door sobbing into my hands. 

"Just go away," my sister said quietly. 

I got dressed and sat on the couch wondering what was going to happen with our living arrangements. Goddamnit! I really fucked that up. But how was I supposed to know? Fuck!

Jessie was in the bathroom a long time and when she finally came out she went straight to her room without a word. She spent another couple of hours behind her closed bedroom door as I flipped channels on the TV, unable to concentrate on anything. 

It was late afternoon when she finally came out and sat on the couch next to me. 

"Fine," she said, not looking at me. "I accept your explanation." I held my breath waiting for her to continue. "You didn't rape me... but you did fuck your own sister," she said, turning her head to look at me. I just looked at her, unable to offer anything beyond what I'd already said. 

Jessie blew out her breath and flopped back on the couch. "We have to talk about this, Luke," she said. 

"Okay," I answered noncommittally. 

"Okay? Is that all you have to say? We're talking incest here," she exclaimed.

"I know," I answered more testily than I meant to.

"You could have stopped it," she said quietly.

"I would have if I had thought for a minute that you didn't know it was me," I answered honestly. 

"You should have stopped anyway because you knew it was incest and that it was wrong," she countered. 

"I didn't want to," I said so quietly that I wasn't sure she had heard me.

"So you said..." Jessie let out a long sigh before continuing. "So how long has this been a fantasy of yours? All this time I've been parading around naked you've been... what? Jacking off over me?" she asked disgustedly.

"Pretty much," I admitted reluctantly. 

"Whew!" Jessie blew her bangs out of her face and just stared at me. It was all on the table now. I still didn't know what was going to happen. 

"You know what the pisser about all of this is?" she asked. I just shook my head. 

"That was probably the best fuck I ever had... Shit, I came twice to your once. At that rate, I figured we'd be at it most of the day. Do you understand why I was so mad to find out it was my fucking brother?" I nodded but I wasn't not sure where she was going with this. 

"Fuck!" she slapped her hand against her forehead. "That was your first time, wasn't it?" I cautiously nodded my head. "Oh fuck me! You were that good on your first fuck? Goddamn you!" She hit my arm so hard I cried out. 

"What was that for?" I asked, rubbing my arm.

"For making me want to fuck my own brother!" What? Did I hear her right?

"Really?" I asked, not trusting what I heard.

"You heard me," she said, hitting my arm again. "I've been fucking every goddamn asshole who looked halfway decent for the past year and my own brother is a better fuck his first time out than any of them. My pussy's wet just thinking about how good you'll be when you really know what you're doing?" 

I knew when to shut up. My sister was talking herself into something and I wasn't going to do anything to fuck it up. She just sat there, taking deep breaths and staring at me. Finally, she just shook her head.

"No one can ever know about this," she said. "Ever!" I just nodded my head, unable to speak. 

"Fuck! I know this is wrong but I really need more of your cock," she said, standing up and reaching her hand out to me. I jumped up and wrapped my arms around her. Yes! This was going to be all right after all.

"Come on then," Jessie said, leading me towards her bedroom. "Can you eat pussy as good as you fuck?"

"I don't know, I've never tried that either," I answered giddily. 

"Well, if it's anything like your first fuck, I'm in for a treat," she said, smiling.



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James and Jennie were in Jennie's room in her shared apartment. It was a nice sunny day, and they were both horny. They knew just from looking at each other how the other felt, and started to make out. James pulled off Jennie's shirt, and started to feel her small breasts under her bra. She moaned a little bit as he unzipped her jeans and pulled them down. 

He reached inside her panties, and started to feel her vagina. It was already wet. As he rubbed it, Jennie pulled off his shirt and pants, and reached into his boxers and started to stroke his penis. He reached up and pulled off her bra, and started to suck on her nipples. She stopped him, and pulled down his boxers. She started to lick his penis as she gazed into his eyes. She pulled down her panties and got on top of him, and got ready to pull him inside her. 

Suddenly, they heard the door open and shut. Jennie's eyes got wide. "Oh shit, Julie is home. We better get dressed!"

Before she could say anything, they heard a knock at the door. "Jennie, can I come in? I bought something I want to show yo-"

Julie dropped her bag as she realized what she had walked in on. "Sorry I didn't tell you, Julie. I should have warned you..." Jennie looked at the floor.

"No, it's fine. Actually, it kind of looks fun..." Julie came closer. "You know, I never noticed before, but you have awesome boobs, Jennie." 

"You think so? They're kind of small..." 

"They're beautiful, hon." James grinned at her as he felt them. 

"And this penis is amazing." Julie said. "Can I...join?"

Jennie grinned a little. "Sure, I guess." 

Julie started to take off her top and bra. Jennie was jealous of her round boobs. "I wish mine were that nice." 

Julie just smiled and pulled off her pants and panties, revealing her shaven pussy. "So how are we going to start this?"

Jennie smiled at Julie. "Well, I was really looking forward to having sex, so I'll keep doing that. James, why don't you treat her to a good licking?" 

Julie walked over and sat on James's face. He began to lick her vagina as Jennie brought herself down onto his cock. He groaned as he felt the warmth of her vagina, and Julie moaned as his tongue moved inside her.

Jennie started to ride him. She rode him faster and harder until she came on top of his dick. Julie was really wet at this point, so she stood back up. "Now are you going to share that, since you're done?"

Jennie got off his dick, and moved up to his face. James kissed her pussy lovingly as Julie stroked his dick. She put her mouth around it. 

"Wow, Jennie, you taste amazing on him."

Jennie blushed and thanked her. Julie climbed up and put his penis inside her. He pushed in and she moaned. Jennie turned around on James's face to face Julie. Julie started to ride him, and James lovingly ate out Jennie's pussy.

As they both started to come together, Julie, on a whim, grabbed Jennie's face and kissed her. Their tongues entered each other's mouths as they orgasmed in unison. James was almost there, so he pulled out of Julie and took a deep breath.

"I want you to come inside me, James." Jennie smiled and moved back on top of his dick, facing away this time. Julie started to move back to his face, but Jennie stopped her. "I want to taste you now, Julie." 

Julie laid down, interlocking her legs with James's, and Jennie bent down and started to tease her pussy. She reached up and played with Julie's breasts as James pushed faster and harder inside her. 

"I'm coming, Jennie!" James groaned as he shot his cum inside her pussy. Julie came again thanks to Jennie's licking, and Jennie orgasmed for the third time as his hot cum splashed inside her. Jennie kissed Julie deeply, and they stood up. They both wen tot James's penis and started to lick the cum, both his and Jennie's, off of it. It amazingly started to harden again. 

"Still not done, eh?" Julie giggled as she licked down to his balls. "One last thing, then." Julie pushed Jennie down onto the bed and laid on top of her, presenting both of their pussies to James. James got up and started to move in and out of them, back and forth. He went in and out, harder and harder, until he neared his second orgasm. Meanwhile, Jennie and Julie's tongues danced around each other as they felt each other's breasts and enjoyed sharing the cock. 

"Almost there." James grunted. They brought their faces close to his cock again and stroked it together as he came all over their faces and chests. As James sat back down on the bed, spent, Jennie and Julie licked the cum off of each other lovingly, then kissed and shared in the taste. 

"That was amazing, both of you." James smiled at them. "I'm glad I came in when I did!" Julie giggled and went to put her clothes back on. "Let's do this again sometime, okay?" 

"Wait, Julie, don't you think we should take a shower now?" Jennie winked at her and pulled them both into the bathroom. 

"Now, don't get any ideas!"



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Katherine sat on her full sized bed reading a novel she had picked up earlier that week. It was a lazy Saturday night in the townhome she and her roommates rented.  They were just a couple of years out of college and still feeling out the working world, and this was the first place she and her roommates had lived since graduating.  Many Saturdays they were out at a bar together, with their boyfriends, or some combination of the two. They enjoyed getting out and dancing and being a little crazy, though each held a kernel of hope in the back of their minds that their boyfriends might ask them to settle down sometime soon.  Katherine Thomas and Stephanie Hill were best friends, having met their freshman year in college. They had lived down the hall from each other in their dorm, then had lived together ever since. Their junior year they moved off campus and picked up two roommates, one of whom, Danielle Santiago, also lived with them now. 

 Katherine was sitting on top of the comforter her mother had bought for her when the girls first moved off campus before their junior year. It was late summer and they didn't like to blast the AC, so it was comfortable reading without being under the blankets. She sat propped up against the headboard in a white t shirt she had picked up doing a 10k and pair of purple cotton running shorts. They were a little too short for her comfort to wear in public these days. Though she would not have thought twice to show off her taut running legs just a few years ago, she now just wore them as sleeping shorts. Katherine giggled quietly to herself as she leafed through the pages of the book. It billed itself as a thriller about a lawyer who is assigned a shady businessman as her client, but of course it was just trash. As if it were a real mystery- otherwise there would be no point of it being in the trashy section of the bookstore- the lawyer remains apprehensive about his innocence yet nonetheless eventually succumbs to the charms and seductive efforts of her sleazy client.  One of the receptionists in the dental office where Katherine worked as a hygienist suggested it to her.  It was actually not horribly written and there was some plot, so she didn't feel totally self conscious about buying it. And of course, it was spicy enough to reward the readers who suffered the embarrassment of standing in a checkout line while holding it. Katherine was in the midst of reading a particularly gratuitous love scene, in which the businessman first makes love to the lawyer in the back of her SUV, when she heard arguing from down the hallway. 

Oh, shit.  Katherine thought to herself. She had just started to enjoy the simmering warmth building inside of her and tingling between her thighs, when the sound of Stephanie yelling into the phone broke her concentration. Katherine exhaled loudly as she leaned back against her headboard and sighed. "Here we go again." She muttered and rolled her eyes before putting the book down.  She closed her eyes and listened for a few minutes, hoping the yelling would stop on its own. Hoping that for once, Stephanie would not melt down over her loser boyfriend. 

I've had it Tony, just stay out all night for all the fuck I care!

How can you keep doing this and expect me not to get pissed off?!

So who are you trying to fuck tonight Tony?!

You're out getting drunk all the time with your friends, when can we have a night together?!

Tony Franco was Stephanie's boyfriend and by all accounts, a first rate jackass.  He was nearly a decade older than them, but less mature. He was loud, cocky and obnoxious.  Fate had blessed him with good genes and made him tall from a young age. Not having to suffer the indignity of getting his ass kicked in anything guys cared about, he felt no reason to quit being a general prick to those who wandered into his social circle. So, he of course treated Stephanie like an expendable plaything. Tony and Stephanie had met at a sports bar earlier in the year and now had been dating for 6 drama filled months.  One week things would be blissful and Stephanie would be walking around on cloud 9. The next week they would alternate screaming at one another and then freezing the other one out.  Tony admitted to cheating on Stephanie just once. That was with his ex-girlfriend just a few weeks into the relationship, but Katherine strongly suspected he'd done it several more times. He was always leering at other women when they were all out at bars together, and Stephanie complained about the random texts he'd get at all hours.  Tony weakly shrugged these off as work related or just from "a friend." Stephanie was not strong enough to force the issue, and Tony's smug attitude when he treated her poorly made Katherine seethe. 

Tony ran his own general contracting business and did well for himself, which was one of the reasons Stephanie was attracted to him.  He made some serious money and was not shy about spending it. During the good weeks he'd take her out to elegant dinners and buy her all kinds of gifts- dresses, jewelry and of course, expensive lingerie that bordered on useless except for the five minutes the man could hold out before tearing it off.  Katherine and Stephanie nearly laughed themselves into hysterics after Stephanie tried on a particularly garish blood red number with sequins and garters. Stephanie looked like she belonged in a wild west cabaret, and had no qualms letting Katherine watch as she put it on and have a laugh with her.  Stephanie was shorter than Katherine, and just a little heavy set, so anything that tight she felt made her look ridiculous. But of course Tony adored her large tits and round ass, both of which were accentuated by his choice in undergarments for her.  After all the laughter the girls had about it during the day, Tony nonetheless had come home and fucked Stephanie senseless that night. Katherine knew this not just because Stephanie always told her the most heroic details of her sex life, Katherine heard her friend moaning like a banshee down the hall that night from her bedroom.  Tony drove a pretty nice car other than his work truck, a used BMW 5 series that he kept in good condition.  He rented a very nice apartment closer into the city, which Stephanie rarely saw.  This was a major source of suspicion for Katherine and Danielle, and it drove Stephanie crazy. 

 Of all Tony's numerous faults and foibles, laziness was not one of them.  He was up early and out the door each morning if he spent the previous night at their place.  He had an incredible motor and his metabolism had so far managed to stave off the beginnings of middle age. Perhaps his job allowed him to sweat off the booze and partying, but he also was vain enough to exercise religiously. If he wasn't out at a bar with his friends, Tony would regularly come to their place stinking and sweaty after work or after the gym.  He would tease all the girls by taking his nasty workout shirts off and trying to rub their faces in it. Beneath the stink and hairy chest, Tony had a physique that while they would never admit it, Katherine and Danielle admired. 

Katherine listened to her roommate wear herself out arguing with that ape of a man for a good 10 minutes. She heard Stephanie finally hang up and then the subsequent crying. Here we go again. Katherine huffed. She pulled herself out of bed, leaving behind her sexual frustration and left her bedroom. She walked the 15 feet or so to the end of the hall, turned right and knocked softly at Stephanie's door.

"Hey kiddo.  You okay? What's going on? What happened?" She called softly through the door, as if she didn't already know. As if this wasn't the 6th or 7th time they were going to have this conversation. It tried Katherine's patience immeasurably. Here they were grown women on their own, yet Stephanie constantly made relationship decisions like they were teenagers. It wore her out having to be a sounding board, but she loved her friend dearly and wanted her to be happy, so she always listened.  Stephanie replied, crying,

"Fucking Tony!" she sniffled. "I've had it with him, he never has time for me!" she cried. 

"Can I come in?" Katherine asked softly, waiting a few moments for Stephanie to settle down. 

"Yeah, sure I guess." Her roommate answered. Katherine turned the handle and pushed the bedroom door open. It creaked slightly and revealed Stephanie lying face down in a pillow on her bed. She was situated backwards, with her feet near the headboard, and her phone had been tossed to other side of the room. Amazingly, it was still in one piece. Stephanie had broken two cell phones already in the short time she had been dating Tony.  Katherine walked in and sat at the edge of the bed and gently put her hand Stephanie's upper back and rubbed softly. 

"Another fight huh?" she asked, trying to sound sincere. 

"How'd you guess?" Stephanie replied flatly with a hint of sarcasm. "God, you guys must think I'm a fucking moron. I mean, how many times have we had this conversation?"  Katherine let out a laugh at this, 

"7, I think." Katherine grinned down at her roommate. This made Stephanie laugh, and in mock anger, flipped over and declared,

"Geez, why don't you just be a bitch about it!" Stephanie laughed and shook her head. "Wow. I know, I know. You're right. You're alllllwayyyys right. I'm so stupid- I know." Stephanie lamented. Well, at least she knows she's being a pain in the ass! Katherine thought and laughed a little louder. She leaned in and gave her friend a hug, rocking her for a few moments, before asking her, 

"Awww, I know it's tough sweetie. I don't mind listening. So what's dickhead doing tonight instead of having a wonderful evening at home with his girlfriend he supposedly is head over heels for?" Katherine asked. Stephanie was grateful for her friend's patience, and her mood lightened. 

"Oh, it is important let me tell you!" Stephanie replied sarcastically, sitting up to face Katherine on the bed. "One of his clients, a property management company, one of their managers is having a bachelor party in the city tonight and he just HAD to make it. Would be bad for business, babe- he tells me. I gotta be there to support the owner, he's a buddy of mine and brings us a lot of business, right? Dinner at a steakhouse in town, then bar hopping and then – well he didn't come out and say it, then the strip clubs. He'll blow several hundred dollars I'm sure getting wasted and putting dollar bills in some hooker's thong." Stephanie griped. Katherine scoffed,

"Stephanie! They are dancers- not hookers!" she said in mock indignation. "They are just trying to put themselves through school!" Stephanie cackled-she had a pretty good sense of humor. She was a bright girl, enthusiastic young woman that had a lot to offer a man. But her downside was a severe lack of self esteem, most of which was due to her being slightly overweight. This unfortunately led her to allow herself be walked all over on by jerks. Stephanie had some real curves- not fat but a little overweight. But she was by no means unattractive. She had beautiful long, reddish-brown hair and a cute face. She worked out some, which put some tone into her bottom and gave her some killer curves in pair of jeans. Stephanie was pretty enough to get a good looking man.

 Katherine would never say it of course, but she didn't feel Stephanie was as pretty as herself or Danielle. But she would- as would most men, admit that Stephanie had one attribute that Katherine could not compete with. Stephanie had a killer set of tits. She was blessed with perfect double-D cups that were youthfully perky and soft, with large, round nipples. They made Katherine jealous.  Katherine was taller and more slender with a firm skin tone. Her breasts were a small B, but they were two totally different body types. Katherine had a lean runners build, while Stephanie was voluptuous and full figured. Katherine liked to keep her skin a little more tanned, while Stephanie was paler and prone to freckles Katherine felt her body would age better, but for now Stephanie still turned more heads with those beautiful tits of hers. 

Stephanie went along with Katherine's joke. "Oh, yeah right- dancers. I forgot. Well, I told them he might as well just spend the night at one of their places because I don't want him coming back here covered in glitter and STD's." Katherine laughed at this.

"What did he say to that?" she asked Stephanie. 

"Oh, the usual protests. Accusing me of overreacting, promising me that we'll have a "date night" next week.  Just the two of us. Oh and of course he tried to be smooth by telling me he'll come over later tonight and "wake me up" and make everything all better.  Stephanie made air quotes as she said this and chortled.  "It's all bullshit. He comes over when he wants, takes me out when he wants, then doesn't show up when he wants."  Stephanie shook her head, wiped away a lingering tear and laughed wryly. 

"But God, the bastard sure does know how to push my buttons." She continued. Stephanie was referring to Tony's ability to mend fences with her.  Stephanie had sworn at least 3 times that she was through with Tony, only to be wooed back with a fancy dinner and a new dress, or tickets to a concert in the city, or a quick trip to the Caribbean. She of course was also referring to Tony's talents in the bedroom.  On several occasions Tony had come over after a fight, and literally screwed the agreement out of the young woman. Stephanie was naturally a heavy sleeper, but lately she needed an Ambien now and again due to stress, such as a fight with her boyfriend. Katherine didn't like this. She had seen Stephanie taking the pills a few times a week now, even when things were good with Tony. All Katherine could do however, was be the level-headed friend and express her concern, which Stephanie politely shrugged off. 

After a night out, Tony would sneak in quietly with the key he had to their place.  He'd tip toe up the stairs and down the hall into Stephanie's room. He'd undress and stealthily crawl under the covers, ready to attack his lover. He'd start to rub her thighs and kiss the tops of her feet, silently pulling away the covers to better position himself.  Stephanie would toss once or twice, her brain not fully aware of what was happing at the moment, but she would never totally resist. Slowly Tony would pry her legs up and apart, using his mouth and tongue to massage her inner thighs. He would be spurned on by Stephanie's warm purrs as he moved her night shorts to one side as he continued kissing her. Finally, Tony would wake her fully by assaulting her clit with firm, flat licks and penetrating her now wet pussy with his fingers.  No matter how furious an argument, she couldn't stay mad at him when he woke her like this. He would expertly work 1, then 2 fingers in her with one hand as traced her inner and outer lips with his tongue. He would massage her massive breasts and trace her nipples with the other hand as her deftly sucked on her clit. He would make her writhe with pleasure until Stephanie couldn't take it any longer, and demanded that he fuck her. If his tongue made her wet, Tony's cock made her flood. 

 Stephanie had described the experience in lurid detail many times to Katherine. How she'd be in a deep sleep and suddenly feel her pussy getting damp. It would take her a moment or two to get her bearings, and she would groggily remember she was supposed to mad at him. So Stephanie would try to close her legs and roll over on her stomach or side. But it never worked. It just felt too good. She'd wake up fully and allow Tony to lap at her furiously, helping him by wrapping her thighs over his shoulder. She'd come, sometimes twice before pleading for all 9 inches of Tony's thick penis to be inside of her. By this point Stephanie would not require much dexterity from Tony, she just wanted him to pound her like she was the last woman on earth. The guy has some real talent Stephanie would say and giggle.  These stories amused, but at the same time bothered Katherine. She enjoyed getting good head and getting her brains fucked out as much as the next girl, but it was hardly a suitable apology from Tony for being a self-centered jackass. 

 Katherine then noticed the empty wine glass on the nightstand. Uh oh. Katherine thought.  Tony was usually to blame for their arguments, but when Stephanie drank it made things worse. Stephanie would get drunk and fall into deep depressions and fits of melodrama. Stephanie was an emotional girl when she was sober, and wine only exacerbated things.  But, tonight Katherine decided she could use a drink herself. Especially after having her night ruined.  Katherine motioned to the glass, then her friend.  "You started without me?" she accused. Stephanie replied guiltily. 

"I'm sor-rry!. Don't be mad Katie, please?" Stephanie pleaded half seriously. "I know you tell me not to drink when we have been arguing, but I just had one glass! And he just makes me soooo maaaaddd!" Stephaine clinched her fists and pounded the bed. "C'mon don't be a pooper Katie, have a drink with me!" she asked with a little smirk on her round face. Katherine crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow and her friend.  Stephanie confessed. "Okay, okay- I had two glasses.  And part of a sleeping pill earlier. I know, I know not good! But instead of judging me why don't you have a drink with me and try to catch up! C'mon, the bottle is down in the fridge." Katherine giggled and rolled her eyes.  Oh well, she thought. It was a slow night and her boyfriend Derek was not staying over anyway, hence the book. He was out at a baseball game with his brother and would be crashing at his place in the suburbs on the opposite side of the city. She might be able to salvage the night by getting a good buzz. 

"That's actually a good idea, Steph. I think I will. When I get back I plan on convincing you to ditch this dirt bag." Katherine went downstairs to the kitchen, which by downstairs was four flights of stairs and two stories below their bedrooms. She and Stephanie slept in the bedrooms upstairs and shared a bathroom amidst the short hallway . Danielle slept in the master bedroom on the second floor and thus paid more rent, which in her opinion was worth it because she had her own bathroom. There was also a den and a laundry closet on the 2nd floor. The downstairs consisted of a large, modern kitchen with granite counters, stainless steel appliances and maple cabinets. There was also a small dining nook and a large living room that also served as an entry to the outside. The townhome was narrow and tall. Despite the lack of actual square footage Katherine and Stephanie's room seemed like it was on Mt. Everest sometimes, as many stairs as there were to climb. Each of the girls had chosen to sleep on the supple, deep cushioned sofa in the living room many nights after falling asleep watching TV, rather than make the laborious excursion to their rooms 20 feet above them.

As she made her way down the steps Katherine began to feel a little better. She would get a little buzz going, calm Stephanie down and still be able to have a little "me-time" after Stephanie passed out.  Katherine was self conscious about touching herself, but she owned a vibrator and would use it on occasion when she and Derek were apart too many nights on end. She was always nervous that someone would hear her, but if she were a bit tipsy she would loosen up and really enjoy the experience. In fact, Katie loved a good, drunken solo session almost as much as a regular fuck with her boyfriend.  As she made her way to the kitchen she sighed, as she would have to back up in the book a few pages to build up the sexual tension inside of her again. But it could be done. She would re-read about the lawyer fucking her client in the office, and then lay back in her bed and spread her legs under the blankets, and rub the warm, vibrating shaft along her clit and lips.  She would lose herself in her intoxication and then strip off her t shirt and shorts. After re-reading the part where the attorney straddles her client in his high back leather desk chair and rides him to orgasm, she would alternate plunging the vibrator into her soaking wet pussy, then running it along her bulging lips and clit again. All the while she'd pinch her nipples lightly and grab her breasts.  Then she might roll onto her stomach and work the device in and out of her from behind, teasing her ass in the process.  That was usually enough to bring her to orgasm. If she couldn't get there, or wanted to cum again, she would fantasize about a random afternoon she had experienced in college. Something so private and outlandish, that she had never spoken a word of it to any of her friends. Thinking of it during the light of day felt so forbidden to her, but on some nights Katherine would get on her knees and straddle her vibrator, and grind herself into a frenzy thinking about that fateful day.  




Roommates



Katherine took a deep breath to clear her wandering mind, and when she got downstairs to the kitchen and opened up the stainless steel fridge, she grabbed the bottle of pinot grigio Stephaine had started on.  It was one of their favorites from the grocery; crisp, light and not too sweet. It was also just 9 bucks a bottle, so the girls kept several chilled at all times. Katherine deduced from the remaining wine that Stephanie had been generous with her pours.  "Just 2 glasses huh?!"  Katherine yelled up to Stephanie. But Stephanie could not here her all the way up there. Sound did not travel well in the house, which made it irritating to have to run up and down so many stairs to get a roommates attention.  Not hearing an answer, Katherine grabbed that bottle plus another, along with a wine glass and opener, and went back upstairs to console her friend. 

Katherine bounded up the carpeted stairs and returned to Stephanie's bedroom with a smile. "Whew, I'm worn out. You're lucky I like you or I may not have come back!" Stephanie laughed at this and thanked her friend. 

"I am lucky, but you didn't bring anything to chill the 2nd bottle with silly!" Stephanie laughed. Katherine looked at her full hands, and realizing her friend was right, shrugged. 

"I've only got two hands slick!" Katherine defended herself. "But you are welcome to go down and get ice if you want to!"

"Hell no, I'm not going all the way downstairs!" Stephanie laughed. Katherine grinned back at her and said,

"Well, I guess we'd better drink fast!" Katherine exclaimed as she finished her first bottle off filling up their glasses. Stephanie turned on her iPod station and put on some music.   The toasted with a smile, and began talking again. It was like many nights back in college after a late night of studying, or after a night of heartbreak. The two friends laughing, crying and drinking.  They gossiped for a bit about Danielle and other things like work, but soon returned to the topic at hand- Tony.

"Ok Steph," Katherine led in as Stephanie uncorked the next bottle. "Let's get to the subject at hand. No bullshit.  I want to know right now why in the hell you are with Tony. I mean, what are his good qualities?" This was a loaded question of course, Katherine didn't feel he had any good qualities, and she was challenging her friend to make any sort of case for her meathead boyfriend. Stephanie accepted the challenge and furrowed her brow in thought. 

"Ok, well......hmmm...." She began, tapping her chin with her index finger, fighting back another giggle. But she only made it a few seconds and then burst out laughing. "Oh God this is awful, he really is a loser isn't he!" she screamed and Katherine joined in the laughter. "God I am a sucker for the bad guys!" Stephanie laughed again and took a big gulp of wine. "Ok, ok, ok, I know you all hate him but he's got a few decent qualities."

"Like what?" Katherine pressed. 

"Well for starters he stays in good shape, and he's good looking- right?" Katherine looked at the ceiling for a second and shrugged, then conceded. He was a good looking. Tall and lean, with straight black hair that he brushed back and kept at mid-neck length. He was a little too hairy for Katherine's liking, but fit at about 6 foot 2. He worked with his hands all day and still found time to go to the gym a few times a week. Tony played sports- soccer and basketball, but he was a little hyper-competitive for Katherine's taste.  

The three roommates went to watch Tony play basketball down at the community courts just last month. It was a hot day, so the men were all playing without shirts on. The girls enjoyed the eye candy as the men ran up and down the court sweating.  The game was a close contest, and on one play Tony was knocked down on a hard foul driving to the basket by a bigger player on the other team. Tony popped up and was instantly in the other man's face. What happened next made the girls shriek. 

Tony was dog cussing the other man like a meathead, who had about 4 inches and 30 pounds on him, when the man up and smacked Tony in the jaw with a vicious right cross. The "smack" was audible across the courts and horrified the three roommates. Stephanie stood in a reactive panic when she saw Tony get hit. But what shocked Katherine was not the punch, but the fact that Tony took the punch, and recovered to deliver his own jab to the bigger man's face and then a brutal blow to the his gut. The two then swung wildly at each other for a brief moment after, before the other players finally pulled the two apart. Tony and the other man were both cut, bleeding and panting.  But the men then cooled off, shook hands, and finished the game. Katherine remembered being disgusted at the fight- she abhorred conflict, but was strangely jealous later that night at their townhome. Tony had come over and cleaned up, and was laying in Stephanie's lap as they all watched a movie. Stephanie was holding an ice pack to the bruised side of his face and gently stroking his hair. Her man wounded in action...she thought. 

Tony's looks added to Stephanie's insecurity. He was a bad boyfriend, but probably the best looking man she'd landed. She felt proud to be seen in public with him- like she was showing him off and validating herself. Katherine contested the looks argument. "Ok Steph, Tony is a good looking guy. But he's one of thousands of good looking guys out there, and there are plenty who would love to be with you AND not treat you like shit.  So, what else is so great about this asshole?"

Stephanie was flummoxed again. All she could manage was, "Ummm...okay, well this may go hand in hand with looks- but he's really good in bed!" Stephanie let out a guffaw and Katherine rolled her eyes, taking a big sip of wine. 

"Oh dear God Stephanie, really?" Katherine pleaded and shook her head.

"What Katie? C'mon you asked, good sex has to count for something, right? I mean, he's not very tender and warm, but the guy can really fuck! And he loves to go down on me." Stephanie nodded while she raised her eyebrows at her roommate for emphasis on this point. 

"Yes, yes, yes, you've told me already!" Katherine waved her off. Stephanie had bragged many times in great detail Tony's love of kissing, sucking, and licking her pussy.  He couldn't get enough it, in her words. He loved it when she would straddle his face while he lay on his back, when he knelt at the foot of the bed while she was on her back, and even when he bent her over the bed on her stomach and lapped at her from behind.  One particularly spectacular night for Stephanie, Tony had gotten so into the cunnilingus, he actually picked Stephanie up. She went from laying flat on her back to Tony wrapping her legs over his shoulders as he knelt over her and pulled her soaking wet pussy into his mouth. Just her head and upper shoulders were on the bed while he devoured her from the thighs up. She grabbed her big, soft tits for dear life, she explained, and then bucked wildly after the intense waves of her orgasms flowed and crashed through her with spine tingling intensity. Yes, Stephanie had extolled her bedroom adventures many times to her roommates after such nights. 

"Look Stephanie," Katherine began to lecture "I like good sex as much as the next girl, but it's just a show. Just window dressing. It's duct-tape on a fractured relationship. Tony uses it as a band aid, that and the gifts, because he knows you'll accept him back. He just does what he wants and you let him."  Katherine was trying to be serious, but Stephanie wasn't following just yet. 

"Yeah, he does what he wants all right. And he takes what he wants, too..." Stephanie trailed off with a purr, causing Katherine to roll her eyes again.

"Oh God Stephanie grown up! I mean sure it's good sex, but not that good! You're confusing lust for love my friend. " Katherine protested while laughing. 

"Well, if you would be confused too if you were in my shoes. I don't know what it is Katie.  There is just something primal in the way he just takes me sometimes. Like, I guess it's kind of fucked up to think he metaphorically picks me up over his shoulder and takes me back to his cave to have his way with me, but God in heaven sometimes it feels that way. I mean, he is a fucking alpha male and he fucks my brains out sometimes." Stephanie sighed and shook her head. "I mean, you of course don't know other than the stories I tell, so I get that you don't believe me."  

With that statement Katherine polished off her glass of wine and poured another. Stephanie's last statement wasn't entirely true, and Stephanie knew it. It was several months previous when it had happened, when Tony and Stephanie had just started dating. Tony had spent the night at their place, just down the hall from Katherine and her boyfriend, Derek. It was a random middle of the morning, like a Tuesday or Wednesday. Tony of course had to be up very early to go to work and had woken up around 5am to take a shower. Stephanie normally slept later, but that particular morning surprised Tony by joining him in the shower before everyone else was up.  Katherine remembered this quite vividly, because she had been woken up by them. 

It was still dark out when she heard the sounds. She shot her eyes open as soon as she realized she wasn't dreaming. She immediately wasn't sure what it was.  She had looked and saw that Derek was fast asleep, even snoring softly. So she sat up tuned her ears in and thought for a second someone had hurt themselves outside. But that wasn't it. She turned and looked at the bedroom door and realized the sound was coming from down the hall. It was Stephanie, but she wasn't hurt. And the water in the shower was running. It was intermittent, but Katherine quickly became aware that the sound she heard was Stephanie moaning. Katherine crept out of bed, opened the bedroom door ever so quietly as to not wake Derek, and crept down the hallway in the dark. She walked towards the yellow light breaking out from the gaps between the bathroom door and the frame. With each barefoot step on the carpet, it became clearer that Tony was really giving it to Stephanie. Then, as Katherine reached the door, she noticed the door was just barely cracked, and steam was escaping into the hall. Stephaine must have neglected to shut it all the way, perhaps as to not alert Tony she was coming in to join him. 

Katherine's body tingled at the sounds of Tony and Stephanie making love in the shower just a few feet away.  She stood frozen by the door in her pajama pants and a purple tank top. The whoosh of the water spraying, the clap of skin pressing together, the intermittent grunts and moans from them sent shivers through her. It was a mixture of embarrassment and excitement, shyness and arousal.  Katherine closed her eyes and told herself to turn around and give them their privacy. They hadn't intended to make a show and the proper thing was to ignore it, not snoop. But she had been compelled to get out of bed. Driven to come down the hall.  Lured to put her hand on the doorknob. Katherine's thighs burned with desire as she heard Stephanie losing control of her emotions just a few feet away beyond the door. She had come this far, and she couldn't turn back.  Katherine then slowly and carefully opened the door, peering in to the steam beyond. 

The door was silent, and Katherine maneuvered her head through the opening she had made to peer in. She looked in the opening and was rewarded with a clear line of sight across the bathroom to the glass enclosed shower against the far wall. The top to bottom glass door surrounded by tile provided the perfect, impromptu stage. Even the only light on in the bathroom was the overhead can light in the shower itself, so Tony and Stephanie didn't notice her peek in. Katherine's mouth dropped at the sight of the two lovers. 

Stephanie was standing with her arms extended, her hands bracing herself against the tiled left wall of the shower. Tony was taking her from behind, the water spraying on his back as he controlled Stephanie firmly by the hips and was thrusting himself in and out of her with an intensity Katherine had never known. The sound of his hips crashing into Stephanie's large, supple ass was now clear over the sound of the water. Stephaine was panting and resting her head on her left arm as she took Tony's cock in and out of her, over and over.  Katherine's mouth opened at the sight. Tony had a large cock, even at this distance and through the semi fogged glass and all of the steam she could see it. Of course, it had to be in the position they were using. Stephanie was had an ample backside. Yet Katherine clearly saw the long, thick shaft of his penis sliding out several inches, then back in effortlessly. Tony then began to roughly spank Stephanie, the crack of skin on skin causing Stephanie to jerk her head back each time, her eyes closed and her lips parted with each strike of his palm on her smooth, hot ass, mouthing the words Yes...Oh God...Yes- which Katherine could plainly make out.  Katherine felt her own nipples tingle and tighten through the thin cotton tank top, as Tony next pulled Stepanie's hair with his left hand, pulling her back into him. Stephanie acquiesced and stood up, reaching her arms over and behind her, then turning to kiss Tony. 

His arms wrapped tightly around Stephanie as he grabbed both of her breasts and rubbed them roughly.  Katherine was incredibly turned on by this, as the water fell on Stephanie now she could clearly see them on magnificent display. She had seen Stephanie's bare tits dozens of times, but never like this. The large, round, pink nipple being hungrily consumed and supple flesh massaged. Tony and Stephanie were devouring each other as had made his right hand down to her pussy, and he began rubbing her clit. This sent Stephanie into a rhythm, as she gradually began bending her knees and now working her pussy back into Tony's dick.  Katherine suddenly had a difficult time breathing as her heart fluttered. She could feel her own lips becoming wet with anticipation, even through the cotton pants she was wearing. Her legs began to quiver and a hunger began to envelop her.  The insane idea of actually joining them in the shower flashed like lightning through her mind. But then, as if Stephanie was on the exact same wavelength, opened her eyes languidly and rolled her head slowly right at Katherine. 

Katie was horrified and froze, she had been caught! But Stephanie didn't say a word. Not a scream, not a startle- nothing. A languid smile, as if she were in a stupor, curled up at the corners of her lips as Tony worked his lips down her neck and his fingers on her clit. He was still grinding into her and Stephanie just closed her eyes and tilted her head back and continued to enjoy the shower. 

Katherine bolted out of the bathroom as quietly as possible, mortified, and scurried back to bed. She cursed herself for spying and avoided Stephanie for the next day or two out of embarrassment.  But of course Stephanie called her out on walking in on them the first chance she got. Sorry we were using the shower when you wanted to, she had teased Katherine.  Katherine froze and instantly turned bright red, causing her friend to laugh. 

"It's okay Katie, don't worry I didn't say anything to Tony. I was too caught up in it to really worry about or be surprised. I am sorry if you are embarrassed about it. Where'd you run off to? You should have stayed and watched the ending, that was the best part!"  Stephanie howled with laughter and Kate choked out a laugh while still red faced, and blurted,

"Where do think?! I ran back to the bedroom and dove under the covers! I was so embarrassed! I just buried my head back into my pillows!"  She told Stephanie.  But this wasn't entirely true. Katherine did indeed sprint down the hall towards her bedroom after bolting from the bathroom, but she caught herself before she opened her own bedroom door.  She closed her eyes, door on the handle, and revisited the last few minutes of her life. Hearing Stephanie moaning, seeing Tony take Stephanie by the hips, the shower, steam....everything. Her mind, and her thighs, were still very hot. She let a hand slip down over her pajama bottoms to confirm just how wet she thought she was.  Her first thought was to jump on her boyfriend, rouse him awake and tell him to fuck her brains out. But that would take too long. Derek didn't wake easily and was not that great at it in the morning anyway. By the time he would wake up Stephanie and Tony would be out of the shower, and might possibly hear them screw. No, she needed it NOW. She felt she might orgasm anyway if she just walked a few steps as sensitive as she was. Katherine let go of the door handle, and sat against the opposite wall. 

Still hearing the shower going and occasional gasp and slap of skin, Katherine slid her pajama pants down to her ankles and slid her index and middle fingers down her stomach and over the glistening folds of her pussy. She gasped, her clit tingling with electricity. She wasted no time in circling it with one finger and teasing her pussy with the other. She worked her hand in a circle as her other rubbed her breasts over the thin material of her tank top. Her nipples were piercing the cotton as she pinched and rubbed them. God I want my tits sucked she thought as her hips now rubbed hard on the carpeted floor, matching the intensity of her hand. Katherine leaned her head back and images of Katherine and Tony flashed in her mind. She gasped as she couldn't quite settle on plunging two fingers deep inside of her, or furiously rubbing her clit. She wanted to cum, and cum quickly before they finished! But she also wanted to savor the electricity of the moment. 

The thought of the wet bodies just a few yards away spurned her on, the memory just a few minutes old burning in her mind. Katherine allowed her imagination to go to work. Now, the naked, wet bodies of Stephanie and Tony were still there- and Katherine was joining them.  This time it was Tony fucking her from behind in there, standing with her back to him while he grinded his long, hard dick into her. He was enjoying her tight, firm body and filling every inch she had to offer. She was breathing heavily now, getting close as the thought of her arms wrapped behind her around Tony's neck... and then the thought of Stephanie in front of them both, kissing her neck, collarbone and sliding down to suck on her breasts, sent her over the top.  Katherine began to whimper softly, which she did when she was desperate for release. Derek foolishly mistook this for pain sometimes, when she only wanted to be fucked harder. 

She had never thought about women this way, certainly not Stephanie. She was very comfortable admitting other women were pretty, but was never interested in making out with one. Until now. Now the image of Stephanie kissing her breasts, and she kissing Stephanie's bulging, firm tits made her insides gush. Katherine pulled up her tank to reveal her perky, bare tits there in the hallway. She licked her fingers to wet her nipples, desperately imagining them being devoured. Her ass now was burning a hole in the carpet as she ground her hips into her hand. She whimpered just a little louder. Almost there....

Katherine slid off of the wall, then laid on her back and spread her legs wide. She forced three of her fingers into her and rapidly slid them in and out, her knuckles grazing her clit. That's it, that's it.....Oh God! Yes!  She exploded with the thought on Tony shooting a huge, hot load of semen into her mouth. In her dream she had made her way onto her knees and sucked his shaft clean, while Tony and Stephanie kissed passionately above her. Katherine's back arched and both hands cupped her breasts and squeezed firmly as she came, wave after wave of her orgasm running through her.  She collapsed in near exhaustion, and allowed herself a few deep breaths to relax. Despite having her flannel pants around her ankles and tank pulled up over her tits, she felt as relaxed as she had been her whole life. She looked ridiculous, but was too flush to move. 




Roommates



At least until the sound of the water stopped. With that Katherine's eyes shot open and she was spurned to action. She pulled up her pants and pulled down her top, jumped up and scrambled back into bed. Her boyfriend hadn't moved from where she had left him 10 minutes earlier. She crawled under the covers, relieved that Derek hadn't woken up. She hoped that somehow Stephanie would forget the whole thing, but to her chagrin was later called out. At least Stephanie thought it was funny. 

Katherine and Stephanie continued to talk and struggle naming Tony's redeeming qualities. Katherine had a hard time paying attention, as her mind wandered back to seeing them in the shower, so to break her trance she changed the direction of the conversation.  

"Ok Stephanie, now what about what about the bad things about Tony?" Katherine asked. She took a long, knowing sip from her wine glass.  This question would be much easier to answer. Stephanie though, did not find it amusing. The wine that had loosened her up earlier was now bringing her down. She understood where her roommate was leading her. She sunk her head a little, almost in shame. Katherine did not relent, however. 

"Well, if you won't answer I will. One, he's a liar. One-A, he's a cheater. Stephanie, you know we have seen him out at bars with other women.  Sure, we don't have a smoking gun, but you've caught him in lies twice.  Once, he told you he was going to hang out with his work friends, and Amanda saw him out at a bar with some skuzzy looking blonde.  Another time he said he was sick and couldn't come over, and Rachel ran into him at a movie with a redhead."

"Katie, we worked through that though! That was earlier in our relationship!" Stephanie protested. But Katherine was nonplussed. 

"Bullshit, Steph. He's just gotten better at hiding it. Why doesn't he like having you over at his place? Does he really like it better here, or do you think..hmm, maybe he's hiding something?? Or someone??"

"C'mon Katherine, okay I get it. Let's move on." Stephanie conceded, now flustered. Katherine kept on.

"OK, ignoring his dalliances, lies and indiscretions, let's move on. He's incredibly arrogant, not terribly bright, he yells when he argues and isn't the most well mannered man on the planet. Plus, he's a pervert- how many times have you caught him looking at porn after you fall asleep?"

"Yeah but all men look at porn!" Stephanie again stood up for him, but Katherine waved him off. 

"Stephanie, the guy is a total meathead. A caveman. Sure, he's good looking and makes decent bank- and ok fine- he's a good lay. But you're better than that. You can do so much better!" Stephanie was starting to tear up a bit. She knew Katherine was right, but she felt a little humiliated the moment, like she was being suddenly cross examined as the roommate with the shithead boyfriend. 

"We...we.."Stephanie sniffed. "We worked through his cheating.....you know, we....we're working through it...he just..."

"He just what, Steph? Hmmm?" Katherine sensed Stephanie was getting defensive. So she stroked her roommate's hair softly to reassure Stephanie she was still on her side. Katherine watched a tear fall down Stephanie's cheek. She remained firm, but her next words were softer and less pointed. "Where is he tonight, Steph? Wasn't tonight supposed to be date night?"

Stephanie paused, then nodded. 

	"Yes." She choked out. 

	"And what is Tony doing instead?" Katherine asked. 

	"He's....he says he is out to dinner with a client, but that also means he's at a strip club with his buddies. Probably doing lines of coke and trying to fuck some skank. He says it's harmless, of course."

	"Of course." Katherine echoed. Stephanie was really crying now. She put her glass down and her head in her hands. 

	"Fuck Katie, I'm so stupid aren't I! I'm so fucking stupid!" Katherine reached out to hold her friend while Stephanie continued. "That fucking asshole lies and walks all over me, and I take it. I take it because I'm stupid!" Stephanie balled for a good 2 or 3 minutes before calming down. She was still sniffling and repeating "I'm so stupid" over and over while Katherine reassured her it would all be okay.

I'm so stupid......No, you're not

I'm such an idiot...Shhhh, no

Why do I do this to myself?....Guys make us crazy

	Stephanie eventually wore herself out. The combination of tears, booze and a sleeping pill proved too much. Katherine held her roommate as the sniffles quieted and her breathing evened out. She held her until she was ready to pass out. Stephanie abruptly scooted down in bed, and Katherine helped her get under a sheet before getting up. Katherine gathered the 2 empty wine glasses and bottles and went to turn out the light.   She was about to flip off the switch, but Stephanie stopped her.	

"Hey Katie?" she asked.

	"Yeah Steph?" Katherine answered, hand on the door. 

	"Thanks." 

	"No problem. That's what friends are for, right?" Katherine grinned and went to turn the light off but again Stephanie stopped her.  

	"Katie?" Stephanie asked. 

	"Yeah girl?" Katherine smiled at her roommate. 

	"He does have a big dick though, am I right?" Stephanie grinned mischievously at this and giggled drunkly.  Katherine's face grew bright red with embarrassment. "C'mon, at least give him that. Am I right??" Stephanie laughed. Finally Katherine cracked and laughed. 

	"Fine, yes- he has a nice big cock. There! Are you happy? Now dump his ass in the morning." With that Katherine shut off the light and closed the door, closing in Stephanie in for good. Katherine shook her head on the way out, knowing that her friend would of course, not dump Tony anytime soon. It would take a few more blowouts and a few more talk sessions of course, but Katherine was chipping away the best she could.  Katherine felt encouraged as she made her way down to the kitchen to deposit the glasses in the sink and bottles in the trash. She looked at the clock and saw that it was almost 1am. Shit it's late. She thought.  But she now had a quiet house to herself to enjoy some me time. Excitedly, she poured a full glass of water in a plastic tumbler. The wine had parched her, so she took down a full glass before pulling another. She just needed a few more sips of the 2nd glass, then absently set the remains on the counter and bounded upstairs to her bedroom to resume her romance novel.  She brushed her teeth and got ready for bed, knowing full well after she was finished with her battery operated lover, she would want to fall right asleep. She was still buzzed plenty enough to really enjoy what she had been planning all evening. As she crawled in bed and opened the pages, her heartbeat began to quicken with anticipation.



Roommates



It was the beginning of the second year of college and I decided to move off campus and get an apartment. To save on costs, I opted for a two bedroom unit with the intention of taking in a roommate. My girlfriend at the time had her own apartment with a couple of friend roommates. So having her move in with me was pretty much out of the question.

I had put out an ad in the campus classifieds as well as on the housing boards. Being that I was looking for nothing more than a roommate to split the bills with me, gender was not an issue with me. I was basically a latch key kid growing up alongside my older sister and divorced mother, so I was accustomed to having feminine items, i.e. bras, panties, make up, around the house. So those types of things were nothing new to me.

After interviewing several applicants, most of which didn't fit into my gel factor, I was left with a Scott and a Heather. Knowing that I was open to ether gender as possible roommates, I humored my girlfriend by letting her help with the selection as to not give her a reason to think that I would choose a girl just because she was a girl.

Now, being that Heather had her own boyfriend and was not in the "my type of woman" category, my girlfriend felt unthreatened by her. On the flip side, she didn't really care for the way Scott looked at her with hungry eyes. So my girlfriend humored me in return and gave her opinion that she thought that Heather would be the better of the two.

In the way of physical attributes, my girlfriend was 5'7", 110lb's, Blonde hair, 36d and dark tanned skin. She also knew a few of my former girlfriends which just so happened to somewhat fit into that same mold. Heather on the other hand was quite different, she was 5'5", 120lb's, auburn red hair, 32c and fair skin, hence the feeling that she wasn't my type by my girl.

The only thing that she was right about was that I wouldn't be interested in Heather. What she was mistaken about though, was the reason. In fact Heather was very attractive but I was involved with my girlfriend and being from a broken home due to infidelity, I took that matter very seriously. Basically, if we were to ever split, it would not be due to another woman.

So we agreed and the next week Heather moved in. I already had all the household accessories so all that Heather had to provide was the contents of her bedroom and other personal belongings. I allowed her to decorate and rearrange as she felt comfortable, which she did in a very neutral way that made the apartment homey but not necessarily girlie. 

We could both have friends over as long as we respected each other's space and schedule. No wild parties and if one had a busy next day or studying for a test, no disruptive behavior. Boyfriends and girlfriends were ok to stay over for a weekend or occasional weeknight, but if it appeared that ether was setting up camp; different arrangements would have to be made as the lease only allowed for the two of us to reside there.

It turned out to be a very good arrangement and despite trying lead separate lives as much as possible, I became pretty good friends with Heather and got along ok with her boyfriend as did mine to Heather. 

After a couple of months of living together, things started to relax and what was once normal and natural habits started to reappear. Heather would go to do laundry and ask if I would like her to do a load for me also or I would find an occasional bra hanging in the bathroom, nothing that I would consider as abnormal.

Around the end of our first semester, I had found out that my girlfriend had been getting way to friendly with one of her roommates boyfriends friends that would hang out at their apartment. Due to my strong fidelity beliefs, I had to break it off with her. As good as I thought our sex life was, apparently she wanted more than what she was getting from me and found it elsewhere.

Now that my sex life had been severed and my lack of desire to find a new girlfriend, I found myself resorting to frequent masturbation sessions. Even though I would never kick Heather out of bed if the circumstances were right, I respected her relationship with her boyfriend and put her out of my head as someone to have sex with.

It all changed one day after getting home from class. Heather, who was in the shower, was unaware that I had come home. I was in the kitchen fixing a sandwich when I heard the shower turn off. Thinking nothing about it as it had become a normal thing to see her, or myself, come out of the shower with nothing but a towel wrapped around our bodies, I didn't announce that I was home and went about reading the mail.

Not realizing that I was there, she opened the bathroom door and walked out wearing the same lonely towel. Only this time, it was wrapped around her hair and not around her still moist naked body. She walked out and turned towards her bedroom oblivious to the fact that I was there. Not wanting to startle her I remained quiet as she made her way to her room. Naturally, my soft penis jumped a bit as I looked at the small triangle of dark hair covering her pubic bone and her wonderful nipples that were tight and erect from the cold air that hit her naked flesh. As she turned and walked away, she presented me with a view of an ass that made my ex's ass look like plank of wood. It had to be one of the nicest, most squeezable asses that I have laid eyes on. Woe is me, I thought as I stood up and headed to the front door.

Upon reaching the front door, I opened it and then closed it followed by, "Hello, I'm home". The response I got in return was, "kewl, I'll be out in a minute" followed by the sound of her bedroom door closing. Wow, she is totally oblivious to the fact that I just saw her in all her glory, I said to myself as my cock inadvertently started to stir deep in my boxers.

About 10 minutes had passed when she appeared from her bedroom. I was now sitting on the couch reading some posts that had been posted on my social network page when she came and sat down in the chair across from me. We chatted for a few minutes about our day at school and such. As much as I was trying to be attentive to what she was saying, my mind kept going back to the vision of her firm breasts that were now disguised by the loose fitting T that she was wearing.

Thankfully, she got up announcing that she was going to go out with some friends for a while. I was becoming nervous at the fact that my cock was starting to fill with blood and if she stayed there much longer that it may become noticeable.

A half hour went by when she appeared again. By this time, my semi erect penis had relaxed back to its normal flaccid state. On her way out, she had asked me if I had any plans for the evening. After telling her that I had planned on staying in for the night to watch a movie, she asked if I wanted her to pick anything up for me. I told her that I was good and to have a nice night. With that she left. Unbeknownst to her, the movie that I was going to watch was undoubtedly going to be a porno.

Finishing up my surfing, I felt the arousal in my mind and thought that it was as good a time as any. I looked up a porn site and watched for a few minutes as my cock started to swell in my pants. Feeling a cool sensation in my boxers, I undid my pants to discover a nice wet spot from precum that could have only been triggered by the events with Heather since I had only watched maybe 3 minutes of the porno.

As innocent as it may have been, thoughts of what I had saw had flooded my mind to the point that I couldn't watch the porno without picturing Heather. By this time, my now free cock was standing at full attention. I stood to shed my clothes and decided to continue the movie in my room laying down on my bed.

As I walked down the hall way, Heathers bedroom door was cracked open and I just happen to notice a pair of Heathers panties sitting in her open hamper amongst some other clothes. I guess that it was my heightened state of arousal and the reason for the arousal, but I just couldn't fight the curiosity. I reached in and pulled the thin silky fabric from the hamper. I pervertedly examined the cloth determining that she must have been wearing them that day due to the damp feel of the crotch.

I lifted them to my face and smelt the sweet and unmistakable scent of a women on them. Not that my cock wasn't rock hard to begin with but now it jumped trying to force more blood into the already swollen head. I felt a large bead of precum jolt out of the tip and start rolling down my erect shaft. Quickly, without thinking, I covered my cock with the fabric and soaked up the clear fluid that was making its way up from my balls. Quickly, I made my way to my room while still holding her panties to my crotch.

By now, my cock was straining to be played with. I laid down on the end of my bed with my feet still on the floor and replace the damp panties with my hand. As I took hold of my thick 7" tool and once again smothered my face with the panties. As my cock throbbed in the grip of my fist, the insatiable aroma in my face had me begging for more.

Slowly, my lips parted and my tongue reached for the damp spot. Not being enough to taste with just the tip of my tongue, I pulled the crotch into my mouth and started to suck on the fabric that just a couple hours before had cradled the same beautiful womanhood that I had only caught a glimpse of. At this point, my body and mind was shut off of all rational thinking as I savored the taste of her pussy mixed with her sweat and now my own precum.

My hand was sloshing over my ridged member as torrents of precum flooded out of my dick hole. It had been since I was a pubescent kid that I have felt this hot and nasty but I couldn't stop. I sucked the material and pumped my cock as if it would bring me new life. 

As I felt myself closing in on what I was sure going to be a massive orgasm, I pulled the material from my face and wrapped it around my throbbing hard on. Continuing to pump my member through the soft fabric, my ball tightened to almost painful proportions as my volatile sex exploded into her panties. Wave after wave was caught by the material as I held still, paralyzed by the intensity of my orgasm.

I laid there for a few minutes as I came down and regained my composure. After which I got up, returned to her room and buried her panties deep in the hamper, but before doing so, held them to my face for one final smell of her aroma which now included the salty smell of my semen.

It was getting late in the evening and I decided to knock off for the night. 



Roommates



The previous school year we had been close friends, and in the spring we decided to room together for the next school year. For a possible dorm, we looked at an old Victorian house that was college housing and settled on a room there. It was a small campus in a small town and almost all students lived in campus housing. 

Paul was from another area of the country entirely than I. We were both tall and slender, although his Italian good looks, physique, and dark skin definitely contrasted with my blond hair and fairness. I also knew he was gay, and (so I thought) I was straight. Even so, we had lots in common and talked about everything, but neither of us thought much or spent much time talking about girls.

My summer work ended in August, so I had a few weeks free before classes started in the fall. During the school year, as our friendship grew, he once let me know that he was open to extending our friendship. But during that year, he was a perfect gentleman while our friendship grew. He never tried to put me in a difficult situation, and remained a friend throughout.

But I now wanted more. I was not sure what, but I was definitely looking forward to the fall and being with my friend again. Maybe I was bi or even gay - that was ok. Whatever, I wanted to show him that things had changed somewhat. Show him how I wasnt sure, but I knew I wanted more.

I anticipated seeing him again during the long drive to school. That afternoon I pulled up in the front driveway of the dorm and went inside looking. I found Paul in the room, already moved in. 

He said, "Hey - I went ahead and took this bed and desk, but we can change. How was the drive?" We embraced, perfunctorily, though I tried to hold on longer. Maybe not now.

I said, "OK, but glad that's over. Can you help me unload? I'm parked out front."

"Sure," he replied.

It took only a few trips to the car with us both. After getting all the stuff, I parked the car out back. As we walked back to the house, Paul said,

"That really required a shower. I think I'll take one now before dinner. Are the dining halls open?"

"Yeah. And I need a shower too."

When we got back to the room, Paul stripped down to his briefs, put on his robe and grabbed a towel. I couldn't help notice his chest - really appealing - large and somewhat smooth with black hairs around his nipples, which had large aureoles - and there was the bulge in his shorts. I stared until he noticed and went on to the bathroom, which had several separate shower stalls.

In the room I found my robe and a towel, stripped entirely, and went down to the bathroom. I heard another shower running, saw Paul's robe and towel, and took the next stall. He finished first, saying "I'll see you back at the room."

When I got back to our room he was drying his hair with his towel, and I noticed his briefs in the pocket of his robe. I dug through my things, found some of my clothes, and moved to hang some up in the closet. The closet was small and we ran into each other.

Maybe this was the time. I held him close and kissed him. He kissed back for a long time and relaxed.

"Things must have changed with you."

"Uh-huh."

"So this is what you want now?"

"Right," I commented. I could see his hard cock inside his open robe.

"Me too," he said. "I just wanted to make sure I'm not doing something you didn't want."

"Thanks." I kissed him again and reached under his robe, held his back, and drew him closer. "I'm just really glad to see you again." It felt great just to feel his skin, and my hands dropped to his ass. I knew it looked good in jeans, but to feel it bare was really nice, and I told him so.

Then his hands did the same, holding my ass. He said, "Mmm. Nice. I've wanted to feel that for some time now."

I suggested that we move to his bed, which was closer and made up. We stretched out facing each other, and I remarked,

"I've never been with a guy before, so I don't know anything."

"Don't worry. Let's just go with what feels good," he replied.

He ran his hand across my chest hairs. Then I felt his hand on my cock, which was hard by then. We both sighed deeply. It felt odd having another guy's hand on my cock, but it also felt natural, as only a guy would know what feels good. As he stroked my cock and felt my balls, things felt very normal and hot. I played with his nipples and slowly felt down for his cock. It was semi-hard, and it felt large - very long and big around. The hardness (oh, how I enjoyed the hardness!) increased and it felt great as I stroked. I held his balls.

He began kissing my nipples, which felt really good. Then he licked down my chest and stomach, and I felt his breath on my cock. I was transported as his lips and mouth encircled my head and shaft. As he went up and down and took it all in, I felt a closeness and understanding that was both new and engulfing. But most of all, I felt an intense pleasure - so much so that I had to pull his head off me, saying "I might shoot."

"I know. I know. I'll take it easy. Now, do it for me the same way."

"With pleasure," I said.

I moved so that I could get closer as he took my cock in his mouth again. I wanted his cock now and I really stared. It was beautiful - and large. It was dark along the base and lighter near the head, which was large and smooth.

I managed to kiss the tip, then I took the head fully in my mouth and we both moaned. I took more and more of the long shaft in my mouth, and it felt really good as I went up and down. I surprised myself at how easy it was and how much enjoyed - no, really craved - the experience. It was actually satisfying to suck a guy's cock.

I knew it felt really good as we both sucked each other. I also knew I was about to shoot; assuming he was at a similar place, didn't want to swallow either. My hesitancy was relieved as he took his mouth off my cock and stroked hard with his hand; I did the same. Soon, we each stiffened, shooting all over our chests and stomachs in streams and globs of creamy fluid. We laughed and then held each other tight.

He said, "That was great. Now we both need another shower."

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Over the next few days (and evenings!), we continued, and I felt more and more at home about being with a guy. We both brought considerable cultural baggage along; he had a Catholic's background while I was from the south, so we were both conditioned that what we craved was wrong. But that was changing.

And when we were together in those days, I remember that he pushed his finger in my ass while he sucked and stroked me, which felt great. Each time we played he went deeper and deeper, and if it hurt, he would add some lubrication. Everything from my background shouted "No," while the pleasure said "Yes." I especially enjoyed it when he rubbed is cock on my ass; I would do the same for him, and it felt really good. We would often fall asleep in each others arms.

Classes started mid-week that fall, and by the weekend we were both ready for some fun. That night, we were able to be together as we had done earlier.

I rubbed my cock across his ass as before and put my finger in his hole. His ass was really nice - firm and round, covered with short, dark hairs. I found his hairs very appealing.

Then he said, "Give it to me now. I really want it." 

"I was hoping you'd say that," I responded.

As he got lube, I put on a condom. I was nervous at first, but I wanted it too and so I went ahead. There was lots of resistance, but soon I broke through; it felt great and I began moving in and out.

It was amazing - unlike anything else I'd felt. I'd definitely been with girls before and I'd gotten some experience, but this was different Ð tighter, harder, rougher, and definitely more stimulating. It also felt great fucking his ass, and from all Paul's moans and sighs, it must have felt good for him too. 

He soon whispered, "Fuck me. Fuck me!" As I moved deeper and deeper, he moaned with each stroke. It felt great.

He moved on his side and I was able to grab his cock and stroke it. He breathed deeper and moaned higher. His high moans were something primitive - like I'd never heard before - and were very hot.

After a while, I pulled out of his ass, removed the condom, and shot all over his ass and back. This seemed to really turn him on and made him cum. As I held his cock he first stiffened, then shot again and again in hot spasms, pumping all over the bed and my hand in creamy liquid. When we both recovered, I suggested that we could switch. 

I was hesitant about taking his large cock in my ass, but part of me wanted it inside me. And I'd never done it before. 

Paul held my ass and said, "I've been wanting that cute ass for a long time now." That was all I needed, and I told him to go ahead.

As I got on my stomach, Paul put on a condom and put some lube on his cock and some on me. Then I felt his cock against my ass, which was really hot. As he pushed in, it burned. His cock felt so big! I relaxed, then the pain slowly changed to intense pleasure accompanied by his moans as well as mine.

I began to really enjoy it, partly because I was giving him so much pleasure. And his cock felt good as it plunged in and out. We both panted and he said "Turn over."

I got on my back and he found my hole, he inserted his cock and began to stroke in and out, deeper and deeper. It felt like his cock hit something inside me and it was amazing. He also grabbed my cock and started stroking it. 

Soon, I felt myself stiffen and shoot all over my chest and stomach, accompanied by moans from both of us. His hand helped me cum. And also, having him inside me was a big turn-on.

I felt him grow larger as he continued to fuck me. Then he pulled out, ripped the condom off, and stroked himself till he shot in spurts on my chest and stomach. Cum mingling in puddles as we kissed. And it was just the beginning of the semester.



Roommates



All characters in this fictional work are represented as being of the majority age of eighteen years (18), or older and are treated as consenting adults. All characters are fictional and any resemblance to real persons, either living or deceased, is coincidental on the part of the author.

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Okay, so college came as a complete culture shock to me. Quiet, hometown girl, suddenly plunged into a world of keg-parties and 'Rush Week' bullshit with the local 'Greeks'. I had the unequaled joy of being flashed and mooned by the annual 'Naked Mile Run' during the first quarter as I was returning to my dorm room from the library. I had promised my parents to stay out of the sorority system during my first year and was therefore still living in the co-ed housing on the northern edge of the campus. There were not as many parties but the ones that did get past our Residency Adviser were epic and - especially if you had to study - were guaranteed to fuck your studying schedule six ways to Sunday.

Aside from the hijinks and campus lifestyle adjustments, my personal life had sort of taken a shit too. My boyfriend came clean two weeks into my year by confessing that he and my (former) best friend had been fucking one another for the better part of the last year. While his confession explained a lot of their weird behaviors around me it made me feel like an idiot for not realizing it sooner. It also left me without my physical release outlet for school induced stress. For someone that had been getting laid on a regular basis since her sophomore year in high school, this enforced celibacy was driving me ape-shit!

When you grew up in small-town, middle class, America you had two choices. Get high or get laid. I had opted for the safer of the two choices and sex had very quickly become my drug of choice. My brunette hair hangs straight and is just past shoulder length. It matches my hazel eyes and accents my naturally pale skin. My legs are long and my narrow hips and well-rounded ass have been admired by guys, and commented on, for years. If not those curves then there were always my 34B breasts. Not the best or the biggest, but enough to fill out my favorite tight t-shirts. The longer the drought went on the worse my body ached and I found myself looking in directions where I normally would not have dared!

"Hey Celeste" chirped my roomy, Giselle as she came in from the Quad. "Big party tonight at the Alpha's, you want to go?"

"No. All they want to do is smoke weed and fuck cheerleaders" I said. Though I was pretty sure that if I gift wrapped myself and put it out there someone would hit it before the night was over. 

"I think I am just going to stay in and watch movies."

Giselle looked dejected but informed me that she and a guy from down the hallway, Teddy, were at least going to go and check it out for a couple of hours. I tried to act nonchalant but could not help looking at her rounded hips and swaying ass as she got ready to make the walk over to Greek Row. I was looking through my limited selection of movies when a knock sounded on our door. I opened it to see a skinny kid wearing a college sweater standing there. Not too bad on the eyes but just looking at him I figured he wasn't much in the sack. For a guy picking up a girl for a party he wasn't even filling out his khakis enough to raise my blood pressure.

Giselle reappeared - sans pants - and shamelessly paraded herself in front of poor 'Teddy' in her lacey panties while she pretended to think about what pants she wanted to wear to the party. Judging from the number of nights I had come home late only to find 'the Sock' on the knob of our door, Giselle was a pro and knew just what she wanted out of the evening. Going to the party was a ruse to get this poor bastard relaxed before she pounced on his sorry ass! I just hoped for Teddy's sake that she wasn't a 'burner'. Giselle finally poured herself into a pair of skin-tight jeans and I waved the two of them off while discreetly dropping a couple of rubbers into her purse on their way out the door. Once they were gone it was time for me to see to some release before I fucking exploded!

Turning up my music a little louder than was kosher for a dormitory, I started stripping off. Knowing that I was a bit of a moaner I did not need to be disturbing our neighbors or having the RA on my ass for be too damn noisy after eleven o'clock. My shirt was off in a trice and my own jeans joined that shortly thereafter. It had been so damn long since I had last masturbated I was worried about being out of practice. I had a small bottle of personal lube just in case and I did like to think that I had a pretty good imagination! The last thing that hit the floor were my white cotton panties and then I was leaning back on my bed while looking at myself in Giselle's full-length mirror. My legs were thrown open and while my fingers found my already weeping slit I took a personal note to have a trim the next time that I was alone in the shower - things had grown into a jungle down there - and nobody was going to see me without my undies on again until some badly needed grooming got done!

The tips of my fingers on my right hand traced lightly over my swollen lips, parting them, until they raked over my clit and I groaned under my breath as the first waves of pleasure hit me... 

"Oh Christ" I moaned as my womb contracted and I felt everything south of my navel and north of my upper thighs tense up as those curious little digits were suddenly moistened by my own natural lube! 

My left hand was busy rubbing over my flat stomach and bouncing breasts, pinching my nipples, and pulling on those. My eyes drifted close and in short order my mind had gone to a place where it was someone else's hand between my legs and on my tits! I felt the first diffuse waves of tension building low inside of me - signaling the beginning of an orgasm - when the room door banged open and Giselle stood framed in it. Her make-up was a mess and it was obvious that she had run back from Greek Row - alone. Is it wrong then that my first reaction was along the lines of; 'OH SHIT! I fucking forgot to lock the damn door!'

Giselle's eyes slipped down to what I was still doing and amazingly a small smile slipped across her lips as she stepped inside and closed the door behind her. She turned the lock in the knob and then fell into the desk chair that the two of us shared.

"Been a while, has it?" She started in, still looking at my busy fingers.

"I have a hell of a time getting off with an audience - unless they are helping - so either leave or... oh... never mind, just leave please! Give me... uh... another five minutes!" 

Though in all honesty those first stirrings of orgasm had begun to vanish the moment that the door had flown open. Giselle might have sensed the difficulties that I was experiencing and instead of leaving walked over to her dresser and pulled open the bottom drawer.

"At least I am not the only one suffering from a lack of action" she said and started stripping off her own clothes.

My fingers came to a complete halt at this reaction and I watched, dumbfounded, as she continued to get naked until she was standing in front of me - in not but her skin - with a big smile on her face and holding a gel dildo in one hand and its leather harness in her other.

"Mind if I give you a hand?" She asked.

Not knowing what to think of the entire situation I just nodded dumbly and looked on as Giselle stepped into her toy, fixed everything in place, and then crawled up onto my bed with me.

Giselle used my small bottle of lube in order to work her 'toy' into a suitable condition to be used. I might have told her that I was wet enough but since I still couldn't find my voice, I just surrendered it to her and decided that there was no such thing as too much lube where these things were concerned. She was between my still parted legs in a second and I felt the head pressing against me in another moment. My body - much to my own amazement - relaxed and allowed her to press that thing into me and as my vaginal canal opened to admit it and my muscles found a grip on it to pull it still deeper inside of me. I moaned at the long missed sensation of being so filled up! Tears sprang to my eyes but my hips ground against this sudden and welcome intrusion, and I hooked Giselle's ass with my heels before pulling her flush against me...

"Just there" I groaned! As I made small, shameless, circles with my pussy, grinding it against the toy and the leather which was holding it in place on my friend and inside of me.

"Oh yes" moaned Giselle! She made small thrusts with her toy and managed to press a thumb against the rock-hard nub that was my clit as we ground our pelvis together.

My first orgasm came roaring back from the brink of extinction as Giselle raised herself up on her arms and made a deeper thrust by re positioning for more direct contact on both my clit and my g-spot. The pressure of her thumb against my clit was what put me over the edge and I felt heat pouring out of me as my juices splashed against the leather harness and soaked Giselle's own hips and pussy!

"OH SHIT" I gasped and then was lost in the sensation of my climax, only vaguely aware of my twitching hips and grasping cunt as my roommate and her toy teased a long overdue release from my hungry snatch and willing young body!

The head of that fake cock was pressed fully against the neck of my womb and the only thing I wished that it could do was cum so that I could feel a man's release inside of me for the first time in what had, obviously, been too damn long. It might have been an hour or it might have only been ten minutes before I same down and was able to function again. Giselle had already stepped into our small bathroom and her toy lay on the floor between our beds - looking somewhat forlorn and forgotten. My pussy ached from being used so vigorously after such a long time without my regular supply of sex, but it was a 'hurts so good' feeling and one that I was perfectly willing to live with and welcome again if my social situation did not drastically improve sometime in the near future.

I reached down, picking it up, and admired its six inches of length and girth of three inches. It was still slick from the lube - both the bottled shit as well as my own - and smelled of my sex and orgasm. A pleasant, slightly musky, smell that spoke of pleasure, arousal, and fulfillment! Hearing the shower being turned off I dared to slip it on and adjusted the straps for a perfect fit. After all, if it had been good enough for me, then Giselle was probably in desperate need of some release of her own. As the bathroom door opened I stood at the foot of her bed and greeted her with a warm smile and a gesture for her to lose the towel and join me back in bed... 

The End



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