120 comments/ 949356 views/ 655 favorites Waking Up to Dawn By: en_extase Do not reprint this work on any other website, or any medium, without express consent from the author (me!). Synopsis: Dawn likes to flaunt her sexuality in front of her boyfriend's roommate. She increasingly teases and torments him in a variety of compromising situations. Warning: Yes, there is sex in this story. No, it doesn't happen right away. If you are looking for a story with raunchy sex at the get-go that never lets up, you probably won't enjoy this. Most of the scenes are a build-up of erotically charged circumstances. Waking Up to Dawn I had no sooner taken my shirt off when I heard a quick knock on my door. Without my answering, Dawn swung it open and pouted, "I can't sleep yet! You wanna have a drink or something?" Duh! My heart leapt in my throat, forcing me to clear it before I could croak out, "Sure." I turned back to the bed to grab my shirt, but she quickly stepped in, took a hold of me, and pulled me into the kitchen with a little girl's yay! Sitting at the kitchen table, I was already feeling a little self-conscious from being half-naked in front of her. She had grabbed a cheap bottle of wine from the fridge and was pouring us each a glass without a care. I had no idea what to talk about, so I just let her lead the conversation (as always happened). For once she actually showed some interest in my life. She asked about old girlfriends and why I wasn't dating anybody now. Anytime I said something slightly unfortunate she would give me a sympathetic aww and give an adorable little frown. Although I felt that she was patronizing me, I couldn't help but like her attention. As our glasses became refilled, it became obvious she loosening up a bit. She turned the conversation explicitly from the romantic to the sexual. "You know, it's weird... Guys, they don't know what they want," she giggled, "Half the time they want an innocent little virgin..." She dragged out virgin a little bit and batted her eyes at the sky, pretending a look of virtuousness. "And the rest of the time, well, they want a naughty little slut!" She said that so sharply that it actually startled me. Her eyes were leveled right at mine too, with her mouth slightly open in that sensual I'm in heat look. I was rock hard. I let out a little laugh, not really knowing what to say. Her teasing always had an air of innocence to it, like she never really meant anything. This was still the same way but... Still, somehow more overt than usual. "Like, take Zach for instance," she continued. "When we... when we're having sex, he likes to talk dirty to me, you know?" "Uh... I- I don't um..." She laughed at me. "Oh! Of course you don't know. But I'm like, telling you now. He likes to call me dirty names and pretend to punish me for being this total promiscuous thing..." Yeah. Pretend. Right. "...but when we go out, he gets paranoid, you know? Like I'm actually going to be that way." She rolled her eyes and shook her head incredulously at me. "Ah, well... I don't know much about it..." I lamely offered. "I mean, so what if I flirt a little bit, right? It's not like he never does either. Big deal! It's not cheating!" "Yeah, that's probably true." She turned her attention from herself to me. "So, are you any different? Did you like your girlfriends to be naughty?" I swallowed hard. The awkward look on my face must have been palpable. "Come on, I told you about me..." She said it so seductively. Maybe it was her charm. Maybe it was the alcohol. But for whatever reason I actually opened up a little. "Sure, I guess... I mean, I'm like any guy..." "Oh!" she exclaimed with surprised joy. "Details!" "Well, I dunno," I was getting sheepish again. "Come on! Tell me the kinkiest thing you did with your last girlfriend!" "Uh, well... She dressed up in a schoolgirl outfit, you know," I felt so lame, "...It was uh, popular for awhile, you remember..." Her face flushed in a huge grin; one of pure satisfaction and glee, like she just caught me in something. "Ooh! Did she pretend she was eighteen again? Or is that not naughty enough... seventeen?" My face managed to flush an even deeper red than usual. "No... noth-nothing like that..." "Aww!" she pouted, sticking out her lower lip. "That's what I would'a done... A tiny little plaid skirt and, what, knee-high socks, right? And I'd talk younger, I'd say, 'Sir, I'm sorry I misbehaved in class today... I'm here for my punishment'... Right? I bet that's what you'd... what guys' would like to hear." My heart was racing in my chest. I don't think I even blinked, just watching her talk. Somehow her describing it was even hotter than my actual memory. It seemed like a full minute passed in silence as she just watched me sit there, as if waiting for a reply. I managed to mutter some kind of agreement. "Hmm, maybe I'll do that for Zach..." She got up from her seat. I stared hungrily at her body, imagining it in a schoolgirl uniform. She traced her hands up the back of her thighs and rested them on her pert ass. With a little swat, she said, oh so quietly, "He'll definitely want to spank me..." I couldn't believe this. Closing my eyes, I rubbed them with my thumb and forefinger, wondering why she was tormenting me like this. At least I was still sitting down; my throbbing hard-on was mostly hidden from view. "Do all boys like that?" she piped up, drawing me out. "Huh?" I opened my eyes. "Spanking," she purred. "I mean, is that a popular thing?" She asked so naively, as if she wasn't perfectly aware exactly what any man liked. "I uh, I dunno." "Well, what about you?" "It- it depends, I guess..." "Oh what?" "On the- on the girl." "So, like your ex-girlfriend? Did you want to spank her?" "I uh- I dunno, she wasn't really the type..." "Ooh, tell me! What's the spanking type?" What a fucking inquisition! I didn't know how to answer her just then. I was feeling sorely uncomfortable, that this was in no way under control. But she kept looking at me with those eyes that just convince you to keep going, despite yourself. "A... a tease!" I blurted out. She was standing fairly near me. I think I actually managed to stun her for once. The silence was heavy as she leveled her gaze right at me. Her jaw was a little crooked as she stood there, reflecting on what I had said. Taking a step closer to me, her mouth quirked up a little bit. Now she was right next to me. Despite my racing heartbeat, my breaths were shallow. I could feel the heat between us. She pushed forward over my chest to reach across the table, forcing me to lean back to give her room. That just encouraged her to bend unnecessarily further over to reach an empty glass. Her torso was practically horizontal now, but she kept her legs mostly straight... sticking out her ass perfectly. I couldn't help but to gawk at it. "Hmm," she mused to herself. "So you want to spank a tease..." She could probably feel the tent in pants across her stomach. I swear to you, my hands almost had a mind of their own right then. How bad I wanted to just run up those perfect legs and cup those tight cheeks... Once she grabbed the glass, she swiveled her body away from me, turning her ass into my lap as she turned. The sensation got the better of me and both of my hands instinctively went to her hips. My palms tentatively rested against her shorts, my fingertips gingerly touched the skin of her legs just below the hem. "Oh!" she let out with a little moan. "Sorry about that..." She stood straight up then, and my hands fell away to my lap. I got one last, close look at her rear before she nonchalantly skipped into the kitchen, putting away the glassware. With a little bump into the countertop, she giggled, "Whoa oh! I think that was the sauce..." I laughed a little, realizing the situation was being diffused. "I think I can probably check out now... Thanks for the chat!" She beamed at me, stretching her arms high, making sure I got a great view of her long, flat stomach. I nodded a no problem and waited for her to leave before I got up. She didn't. "Are you going too?" "Uh, yeah..." "Well get up so I can turn the light off for us!" There was no sense fighting it. I raised myself from the chair and tried to ignore her obvious grin as she stared at my rock-hard cock. To add insult to injury, it had sprung loose from beneath my boxers and had been rubbing against the fabric of my pants, so she could probably see little wet dots of pre-come. Satisfied, she giggled a goodnight to me and turned off the light. Before she retreated into Zach's room, she advised, "By the way, better not tell Zach about this. Wouldn't want him to get jealous that I had a drink with... another man!" She said those last words with mock dramatization and playfully rolled her eyes. I agreed and said goodnight. Waking Up to Dawn After rubbing my stomach, she got off of me and moved down the bed to work on my ankles and move up my legs, as she did before. My mind was reeling, wondering if she would actually touch it. As dead-sexy as she was, I decided to simply close my eyes and try to picture some tranquil scene in order to get some control over my standing embarrassment. Up, up she went to my thighs. The closer she got, the more I throbbed with anticipation. The redder my face got. The faster my heart beat. "That looks uncomfortable," she pouted. My eyes popped open and I saw her gingerly undo the little button in the front of my boxers. I was completely petrified. It seemed like she didn't even have to try; my erection sprung out effortlessly, newly free from its confines and pulsing with each surge of blood. "That's better!" she proudly announced, as if to herself. She began rubbing her fingers back into my thighs, working under the legs of my boxers. I took a huge breath and closed my eyes again, enjoying the amazing sensation in spite of my humiliation. Fuck all if I had anything to say. "I know you're not seeing anybody right now but... Don't you ever... take care of this problem?" she tentatively asked me. God. Talk about awkward. "Uhm... Well..." I trailed off, hoping she was already amused enough. "Well what? Do you?" I sighed. "Yeah..." "Oh," she cooed softly. She was rubbing just above the base of my dick now. I was in agony. "Am... I the problem?" I managed to open my eyes and look at her. She was staring at me, delicately biting her lower lip. She wore a look of such concern but I knew it was total bull. "Well uh... It's not everyday I have a- uh... hot, um, girl giving me a personal massage..." God, did I just say she was... She let out a little gasp. "Oh my! You think I'm hot?" Oh for fuck's sake. I hated this little cat and mouse game as much as I loved it. "Oh ha ha," I managed to actually be sarcastic. Having had about enough of this humiliation, I began to push myself to sit up. I was stopped in my tracks as she actually brushed her hand up against my cock as she moved it to my stomach to stop me. "No, don't go!" she pleaded innocently. I halted. "I didn't mean to be rude... I'm flattered..." I let her push me back down and she moved off of me in order to sit next to me. "I wish I could massage... it for you, but... That might be bad..." she pouted to me. Just be bad! "Yeah uh... Probably not, uh- appropriate..." I stammered. "Why don't you just do it now?" Did she just say that? "Huh!?" "Why not? I'm trying to help you relax... I probably shouldn't touch it but..." she put her hands on mine and moved me towards my own erection. "Um, Dawn, I- uh..." She cut me off, "Do you ever... think about me?" She carefully wrapped my hand around myself. Her soft fingers were still touching mine, and she gently guided me to start stroking. I helplessly allowed it to happen, completely mortified. I gulped hard, my eyes shooting from her curious stare to her tits, to her stomach, to her hands, to my hands. "Because, there's nothing wrong with that... I mean, if you do it anyway, then what's the difference if I'm right here or not?" she was reasoning out loud. Was this actually happening? My body was trembling from nerves and excitement. I found myself gingerly stroking myself without her encouragement. She slid her fingers away from me and leaned back a little bit. This had the effect of stretching out her body some; I knew she was making a kind of casual pose for me. She was baring the entire length of her stomach, showing it all off. "So... do you?" "I uh... Y-yeah..." Her face flushed in a big smile. "No wonder you always seem so excited!" I groaned a little chuckle, red as a tomato, but still touching myself slowly. "What do you... What do you think about?" She questioned innocently. "I dunno... Just, just you I- I guess..." "Oh... Like, my body?" I let out a sigh as I dragged my eyes across her perfect form. "Yeah," I breathed out. She ran her hands along her stomach and sides. "What part do you like to imagine?" "Um, all of- everything... Your stomach, your ti- your breasts..." I was dazed at this point. I probably thought I was dreaming. She cupped her breasts in her bra and looked down at them with a little smile. "I guess I'm not wearing this when you... do it, right?" "Uh... I guess, n-no." She gave a gentle smile as she undid her bra and let it drop to the bed. I let out a soft moan of surprise as I saw her tits spring free. I began to squeeze myself harder and tugged with more enthusiasm. "Well, I want it to be an authentic experience..." she coyly informed. Her hands were running over her breasts, her fingers occasionally tweaking her nipples lightly. "Zach wouldn't appreciate this but... Since you do this on your own anyway, I don't think there's anything wrong with it. Do you?" I blinked hard, realizing she asked me a question. "Um, yeah- er- no... You're- you're right..." "Yeah, it's not like I'm...cheating or anything. You're just seeing for real what you fantasize about... No... big deal..." She said it so seductively, but there was a ring of innocence to her voice. I think it just made it that much hotter. I was giving myself slow, strong strokes then; focusing on squeezing the base of my dick. I knew it wouldn't be long. "Is that how you normally do it?" she inquired sweetly. "Uh... er, yeah..." She breathed out so sexily, "I like it..." She was biting her lower lip again in that ultra-hot look of anticipation. I was gone. With a quiet cry, I felt my climax surge up and out of control. The first spurt shot up and landed on my stomach. With one hand still furiously tugging myself at the base, I wrapped my other hand around the head to try and catch the streams of cum shooting out of me. My hips involuntarily thrust upwards and my eyes fluttered shut as I groaned out in orgasm. For that short while I was in total bliss. As I began to calm down, I realized what had just happened and my face flushed back to a deep red. "Oh my god..." I groaned to myself. "Wow! That was... nice..." Dawn exclaimed. "Jesus Dawn I'm- ah fuck, I'm sorry..." She actually laughed a little at me. "What! I wanted you to feel good! That's the whole point! Besides, I kinda liked it..." I shook my head to myself, speechless. "Do you feel better?" she cooed to me. "Uh... yeah..." She ran her hand through my hair and tousled it a little bit. "Good! You should probably go get cleaned up now... Zach will be home soon..." The mention of her boyfriend caused me to jolt upright. She tried to calm my anxiety. "He just wouldn't... understand. We're just friends!" she perked, like a cheerleader. Huh. Some friend. I grunted my agreement and got up from the bed. There was cum dripping on my stomach and my hands were still clutching my cock, holding it from spilling all over. I felt so graceless. Dawn just continued to beam her aloof but knowing smile. I treated myself to a quick shower. When I got out, I noticed she had shut the door and was back to her own thing. I was silently thankful and retreated to my own room. Fifteen minutes later, Zach came home. I pretended I was asleep, so he didn't try and tell me about the card game. It wasn't much later that I heard the familiar sounds of his and Dawn's fucking next door. Waking Up to Dawn I should have known it was not to be. No sooner had Zach left and closed the door behind him that I saw Dawn standing, hands on her hips, staring right at me. She turned her head to the door for a moment, waited a few seconds, then returned her gaze to me. "You," she broke the silence, "are a very bad boy!" My face flushed red. "Oh, you're not going to deny it?" She gave me an angry glare, but there was a hint of playfulness in her voice. She took a step closer. I put up my hands in mock defense. "I don't know what you're talking about." She took another step, her chin tilted down a little bit like she was coming to pick a fight. She got right up next to me and put her face in front of mine. I could feel her breath, she was so close. I felt my resolve giving away. "I saw you watching me..." My heart was doing a drum solo in my chest. "I could uh- say the... the same to you..." Her face softened a little bit. Her jaw hung open a little, leaving her with a coy open-mouthed smile. She moved her face even closer to mine; for a second I thought she was going to try and kiss me. Then she whispered, and I felt her sweet breath in my mouth as she said, "Well, I liked what I saw..." I swallowed hard. I wanted to take a step back to make some space, but I somehow felt frozen in place. My mouth moved to try and say something, but words failed me. She smiled condescendingly for a brief second, then softened her face into one of mock-innocence. Her hand touched the side of my abdomen and traced down to my hip. She looked down at my crotch, which was now steadily growing, and without looking back up, said, "I wouldn't mind seeing it again..." I closed my eyes and gasped a little. "You ah- what?" (Forgive my incessant eloquence.) She gave me a shy smile which, by some means wasn't shy at all. "I've been thinking about it all day..." She moved her face up and hushed right in my ear, "Is that... wrong?" "I uh..." I was panicking. "I mean... It's just watching, right? That's not so bad..." I don't care how bad it is... "No but, maybe uh- I mean..." I was having second thoughts. Call it a sudden qualm of morality. Or maybe fear that Zach would come back. Or maybe just anticipation-overload. She cut me off, "Maybe we should relax..." She looked back into my eyes for an answer. I think I was looking at her a bit incredulously, but my resolve was broken. And she knew it. With a little giggle, she finally tucked her head away from me and took a step away. I stood there in bewilderment and she turned and gave a little pout. "Come on!" she urged, grabbing my wrist and guiding me. She was wearing a pair of loose sweats that had angel written across the ass. She paused in front of the doorway to Zach's room, then with a mischievous glint, noted, "You know, I've never even been in your room before." She continued to lead me to my own quarters. Once in my room, I felt vaguely unsettled. I didn't really believe what was happening in the first place; and the fact that we were in the only sanctuary I had left from her made me feel particularly vulnerable. She spread her arms out wide and spun around, taking in the scenery and cooing oooh! Like a girl in Disneyland for the first time. I rolled my eyes, but she ignored me and dropped herself onto the foot of the bed, lying back with her legs hanging off the edge. Her arms were stretched backward, over her head, which caused her shirt to ride up and expose a fair portion of her stomach. I looked longingly at the exposed skin, then blinked hard, realizing I was just standing there, staring like a moron. "So, have a seat!" she chirped. I gave a sour smile and pulled up a chair to the foot of the bed, sitting in it a little embarrassed. "Hmm," she mused to herself happily, "So this is where you do it?" My heart skipped a beat. "Uh- hmm?" "When you think about me." She was still lying back, but she propped herself up a bit on her elbows so she could look at me. There was this serious look on her face that unsettled me even more than usual. I placed my hands on my jeans, trying to wipe the sweat off that was starting to form on my palms. "I... I..." "Oh gosh, you're so shy!" She flopped back down onto her back exaggeratedly. "I would think by now we could be frank with each other!" My face reddened. Somehow I actually felt guilty. "Sorry," I blurted out, "It's just... I mean- a little weird..." She let out a little sigh. "You didn't seem to mind last night..." I gave a sheepish smile. "I really liked watching you..." She began tracing her fingers along her exposed stomach absentmindedly. "To be honest with you," her voice was suddenly very quiet, "I was hoping you'd come out and see me..." I started coming to life then. "You- you did?" Her eyes were closed as she lay there. "Mm hmm," she purred. She idly pulled her shirt up a little further so it bunched up just under her breasts. Her fingers continued to run along around her abdomen. It seemed so careless, but I watched every slight movement hungrily. "I couldn't stop thinking about... about when I gave you that massage... And you... you know." Oh SHE couldn't stop thinking about it... "Maybe it's kind of naughty but..." She said naughty so innocuously. My eyes were glued to her fingers as one hand tentatively began probing under the elastic band of the loose sweat pants. "...I guess I just can't- can't help myself..." My breathing was growing heavier. I was almost completely hard now. My erection was straining against my jeans, begging for release. I shifted awkwardly in my chair to try and get more comfortable, but that only had the effect of rubbing it against the fabric of my underwear, causing it to crave more attention. She tilted her head sideways so she could see me better while still lying down. "So... can I...?" her voice trailed off. Gulp. She repeated, pleading a little this time. "Can I see it again?" I looked down at my own crotch. Should I really do this? I was still hesitating when I heard her whimper please? Any thoughts of my own melted away. I slowly closed my eyes and allowed my hands to undo my belt, undo the button on my jeans, shyly pull down the zipper... I pushed a hand down my pants and grabbed my hardness, sighing a little. "Let me see it..." she appealed. Raising my ass off of the chair slightly, I worked my jeans and boxers off my waist and pushed them down to my knees. I was nervous as hell but, well, Dawn had a way of making me do things. I was throbbing at full attention. I heard her breathe out an ahh and I opened my eyes to see her looking straight at it, delicately chewing her lower lip. My eyes scanned the rest of her body and I was amazed to see one of her hands had pushed further down her sweats. Is she touching...? "Mm, I was... I was hoping you wouldn't go with Zach tonight..." she mused. The mention of his name made me feel guilty, but that emotion was quickly overwhelmed with lust at the thought that Dawn was craving me instead. I saw her hand move in little circles and I was thrilled to know she was playing with herself, at least a little. "But sometimes I- I wonder if... our relationship is getting... out of hand..." Her voice quavered a little bit, but I sensed it was more excitement than fear. "We're just- mm- friends, right?" Wanting to reassure her in anyway I could, I quickly grunted yes. Her lips curled into a smile and she extended her neck a bit as a little shiver ran through her body. "Good... I'd hate to think we were doing something... wrong." The forbidden nature of her dialogue just made me hotter. "Come over here so- so I can see better." She scooted over to the side of the bed, making room for me. I timidly stood up, clumsily as my jeans fell to my ankles. Dawn giggled, "Just kick those off..." I obliged her, one hand still tugging at the base of my erection. I stood over the bed, looking longingly at her, my eyes spending extra time hovering between her legs. She must have sensed what I was thinking. She pulled her legs up, knees to her chest, and deftly worked her sweats off. As they fell to the floor, I realized then her panties were gone too. My blood was pumping so hard that I was trembling. She pulled herself back further into the bed, so her head reached the pillows. She moved one hand back to her pussy, gently rubbing the top of her slit. With the other hand, she patted the empty space of bed next to her, beckoning me. I cautiously sat down beside her lying body. "Relax with me," she soothed. I obeyed and lied down next to her. We stayed in that position for a minute. No words passing between us as we each gently masturbated. I watched her face change between closing her eyes in contented pleasure and opening them, watching me play with myself. "What are you thinking about?" She spoke softly, but it rang heavily in the silence. "Uh... Just- just how it feels..." Her faced flushed in a grin. "Me too..." At first I didn't realize what she meant. "Would it be a sin if I found out?" My stroking halted as I grasped her intention. "I mean... Would it really be so different from a massage?" She paused. I blinked at her, unable to respond. Yes!? She continued. "It wouldn't be cheating if you didn't... you know..." Come? Can't argue with that logic. "Uh... maybe..." She stopped touching herself and rolled onto her side, reaching a hand towards me. She gingerly wrapped her fingers around my own hand that I was using to stimulate with and pulled it away. Then slowly, oh so fucking gently, she wrapped her hand around my hard-on. Somehow it felt so soft and light, like feathers. The delicate touch made me realize my entire body was tensed up. As she softly tightened her grip around me, my eyes rolled back and I relaxed my muscles, reveling in the sensation. She continued to stroke me softly; enough to tease pleasure out of me but not enough to really stimulate what I needed. As hard as I tried to remain cool and relaxed, my hips would involuntarily thrust against her hand, attempting to force a certain touch. Initially she made no comment at this, but deftly loosened or moved her grip to deny me the satisfaction. Finally once, she acceded and gave me a tighter squeeze around the base of my cock as I pushed into her. A low grown escaped my lips. "Ah ah," she admonished, as if she hadn't let it happen on purpose. "You don't want to get too excited, do you?" I gave her a guilty, sour smile. "Sorry I- I couldn't help..." "Hmm, you're not going to lose control, right? That would be... inappropriate." Her voice was toying. "I just wanted to touch... Anything more might be wrong..." God she was without mercy. I took a breath and clenched my fists, trying to gain control of my body. As I relaxed my hands, she slid one of her legs closer to me, causing me to slide my palm onto her smooth skin. Immediately upon touching her, my fingers had a mind of their own; they gently traced along her knee and thigh, her legs are perfect... She started pulling on my dick a little harder, but she did in a way that was directing me. Like she was pulling me. I rolled onto my side to face her and she resumed her caressing. Without thinking, I pulled my other arm over and rested my hand right on the back of her thigh. She made a little gasp and rewarded me with a firm rub. My hips pushed into her further and my hand ran up and cupped her ass. "What are you doing?" she inquired coyly. I squeezed her in response. Rational thought was in low supply at this point, and I was beginning to act on instinct. "Nothing," I grunted. "That didn't feel like nothing..." She trailed off. Her lips remain parted as she breathed, staring into me. She moved her other hand to the head of my cock and ran her smooth palm over it, sending a jolt through my body. "Maybe we should stop..." My eyes squinted in disapproval. "I mean... I wouldn't want you to think that we- that this is going someplace." Her eyes sparkled with innocence but her lips were curled up just-so. "I thought we're just- just relaxing..." I said sardonically. She couldn't suppress a grin. "Right... I wouldn't want you to think I'm a tease or anything." She bit the tip of her tongue with a wide smile. "I know what you want to do to them..." I just about snapped then. I felt a rush go through my entire body, making me shiver for a second. Pushing my body up close to her, Dawn was actually taken by surprise. She let go of my cock and placed a hand on my hip. "Oh!" she inhaled. She retreated slightly by rolling onto her back. "Where are you going?" Wordlessly I ran my hand along her stomach and down her abdomen. She shyly squeezed her legs together. "Nuh uh... That would be bad..." "No it wouldn't." I blurted under my breath. "I mean, as long as you don't..." "Don't what?" "Get too excited." She let out a little scoff and shot me a dirty look, but she parted her legs. My fingers instantly slipped down to her pussy. I lightly traced them along the slit and swallowed hard as I realized how wet she was. I pushed down harder at the top of her opening and rubbed in tiny circles. She let out a shaky sigh. "Is this... is this wrong...?" I swear every time she warned that we were doing something wrong, I got twice as hot. She wrapped a hand around my hard-on again and was pulling me as she asked. Whether she meant for it or not, I stopped massaging her pussy and pulled myself completely over her. She wore a look of fear and anticipation. My cock felt even heavier as gravity pulled it down towards her. Her legs parted more and we found ourselves in the beginning stages of the missionary position. My lust got the better of me and I pushed down, hoping to get inside of her. With her hand still wrapped around me, she stopped my advance right between her legs. The tip of my dick was rubbing against her. "I have a boyfriend," she cooed. "Are you trying to take advantage of me?" "I'm not trying anything," I growled. "You wouldn't... wouldn't make me cheat, would you?" she purred with pretend remorse. Still holding the base of my cock and pushing against me, she held me still in position. But she slowly moved her own hips up and down, allowing me to fuck her with just the very tip of my cock. She was using me to play with herself. I just stared at her, all thoughts focusing on her subtle movements. "I guess if we don't... come... then it isn't so bad..." She was almost whispering. Once she loosened her grip on me, I plunged into her unceremoniously. She let out a sharp gasp from the sudden movement that filled her. I shut my eyes in exquisite pleasure. Finally! She moved her hands on my ass and steered me, guiding me to a very slow, gentle rhythm. We enjoyed each other silently for a minute until she started purring between strokes. "I thought- mm, about this when- when you watched me..." "Y-yeah?" "I- ahh­- imagined it was you I was- was riding..." I felt pressure surging between my legs and stopped thrusting to get control over myself. She kept moving though. "I mean- just for a little- ohh- a little while... It was just a- a little fantasy..." I continued to hold myself still, clenching my fingers into the sheets. Relax, don't come, relax, don't come... "But now... I think I'm- I'm getting... oh... out of hand..." She continued to lift her hips into me, grinding little gyrations. "I feel so, god... I- I love that you get turned on... so easily... That first day we- umm... met. F-fuck... You were so help- ah- helpless... so hard..." Her breathing was getting shallow. She was turning me on so much; I was actually trying to tune her out. I was barely even moving and it was all I could do to stop from exploding into her. She finally called me on it. "Are you- you're not gonna... you're not gonna come, are you?" With clenched teeth, "Shit Dawn I- god!" I felt her pussy clenching around me. "What is it? You don't want to come in your roommate's girlfriend, do you? That would be bad. That would be cheating..." The last sentences came out in broken moans. Her legs were trembling. Was she trying to...? "Oh- oh! I can't believe this... I- I need it... so wrong, so wrong..." She was panting to herself now. I took in a huge breath through my teeth. I felt it. It was too late now. The huge rush built up in my pelvis, behind my cock. It would last two, maybe three seconds before it all came pouring out of me. My entire body went rigid as I tried to hold it back. "Oh fuck, Dawn, I can't- I have to- have to..." the words tumbled out in rapid succession. My entire world went blank as she interrupted me and cried, "Ohhh, you bastard!" All thoughts went void. Her whole body quaked as her hips bucked against me. I was floating as I felt each massive jet of cum spurt into her pussy. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I was dimly amazed that she was coming too. But right then, I was just having the ride of my fucking life.