0 comments/ 29415 views/ 1 favorites The Housemate By: steveb I had been working in the city for nearly a year having moved down from a small country town to take up a position as an Accountant. My job was well paid and I liked the people I worked for, all except for one guy Josh, an arrogant ex-public schoolboy who had made it clear from day one that he hardly considered me worthy of his attention. If he needed to talk to me because of work then he would do so as curtly as possible. Making every request seem like an order. Most of my colleagues were of a similar opinion to myself, except for a couple of the younger female accountants and secretaries who fawned about him with barely concealed lust in their eyes. He had the kind of dark, intense looks that seemed to reduce the legs of several of the girls to jelly. Thankfully most of the women considered him as arrogant as the guys and we spent many an hour down the local winebar sharing stories of Josh's latest antics. After some months working at the firm I had saved enough money to put a deposit down on a house and move out of rented accommodation, the joy of having my own place was however offset by the fact that I had overstretched myself in buying an attractive 2 bed semi in a nice suburb of the city with a large lounge and a small garden out back. That and the fact that I had gone a bit overboard on the decorations and furniture had resulted in my going overdrawn at the bank. My financial situation was starting to look a bit uncomfortable to say the least. There was really only one thing I could do. I would have to get a lodger for a short while until I got myself in a more stable financial position. I put an add in the classifieds and within a few days the phonecalls began. I had clearly put in the flat at too low a price because the phone was ringing non stop. In the end I decided to see 5 people that Saturday, 3 guys and 2 girls, then I would choose the person I got along with the best and offer them the room. The room itself was a downstairs room by the front door, it was facing onto the street and there wasn't much of a front yard so privacy was not too great but then whoever got the room would have the freedom of the rest of the house, including the luxurious lounge and since with my work commitments I wouldn't be around too much they should have plenty of privacy. The first two to arrive were on the Saturday morning, they were pretty similar, easy going guys who looked like they would be good fun to have around. One was a surveyor and the other an engineer. They had both moved into the area recently and were looking for a good flat. I got on very well with them and really I felt that either of them would have made a great flatmate, if anything the engineer came out top because he was a keen sports fan and I had visions of us spending Sunday afternoons watching the football on the large TV in the lounge with a few beers. The next potential flatmate was one of the girls, small and slim she hardly said a word, grunting clearly unimpressed at every room she was shown before pronouncing that the bedroom was far too small and that she had wasted her time coming to visit. I wondered what she expected for the price but was glad to show her the door. The last guy came at 7pm, the second girl had never turned up, this was infuriating, she could have called to say she wasn't going to make it, that would have prevented me having to stick around the house for 2 hours on a Saturday afternoon. He was OK but didn't have the same charisma and easy going nature as the two guys who I had shown round in the morning. For me it was clear who I was going to offer the flat to. The engineers name was John and I went through to the lounge to get his number so I could give him a call. At that moment the doorbell rang, wondering who it could be I answered the door. The sight before me will stay with me forever, my immediate impression was that the girl before me was far and away the most beautiful I had ever seen. For a split second I stood stunned, taking in her beauty. Maybe she was used to this reaction from men because it was she who broke the silence. Smiling a stunning white smile she said "Hi, my name's Nicola, I've come to see the flat. Sorry I'm a bit late." "Oh hi!" I mumbled, managing to find my voice at last, "Err, come on in and I'll show you round!" My earlier annoyance at her not showing up disappeared. I showed her round the house, taking the opportunity to look her over as I did so. She was about 5' 5", maybe a bit shorter than average with long straight dark hair. About 23 years old her face was classically beautiful, she looked like she might have had some Italian or Spanish heritage from the olive colouring of her slightly tanned skin. Her eyes were big, brown and piercing, sucking you in when you looked at her straight. Her cheekbones were high and her lips were very full and red, she seemed to have a natural pout which made her look incredibly sexy. I could feel myself getting aroused just standing and talking to her. As she was looking at the lounge I stood behind her so that I could get a good look at her fantastic body without her catching me. She was wearing a t-shirt and loose jeans with no makeup but she was still sexier than any stripper I had seen in the city's lapdancing clubs. Her body was flawless with long slim legs , a beautifully rounded bum and a tight, slim waist. Her wide shoulders suggested that she spent a lot of time exercising or doing sports and her breasts were full and sat high on her chest, they were straining against the front of her t-shirt suggesting that they were at least a D cup. If anything they were a little large for her small frame but you wouldn't hear too many guys complaining about that. As I showed her the different rooms she became more excited, this was easily the best place she had seen she claimed. I took time to find out a bit about her. She had arrived a couple of weeks ago from Australia she said. She had managed to get herself a job as a temp at an office in the city which had meant that she could move out of the tiny bedsit she had been living in and into somewhere nicer. I asked her if she had come over with anyone, trying to find out if she had a boyfriend. No, she was from a tiny area she said and hardly knew anyone at all. The last few weeks she had been really homesick but the guys at the place she worked were really friendly and had taken her out a few times. "I bet they were!" I thought to myself, the men at the office must have thought they had gone to heaven when she came in to work one morning. The possibility of offering the room to John the Engineer was disappearing fast. I finally, showed the room on offer to Nicola, she seemed impressed, apparently it was much larger and nicer than the room she was living in now. I asked her when she could move in and she mentioned that she would be keen to move in as soon as possible. "Well, in that case I would like to offer you the room" I said, perhaps she saw the look of lust in my face or perhaps she was just used to getting her own way with guys. "Well", she began, "it is a little bit more than I can afford, if you could reduce the rent by £10 a week then I would move in tomorrow, oh and I won't be able to afford any deposit". I was taken aback by this, why was she looking at a place that was out of her price range? And the lack of a deposit was very strange, everyone paid a deposit! I was ready to show her the door but then looked up into her pleading brown eyes, she was so heart-stoppingly beautiful I was already lost, she moved her chest forward a little, almost imperceptibly, pushing her breasts towards me. That was it, I was lost. "OK" I said. She gave a big smile and my heart melted. I helped her move in the next day. We got along fine, I started leaving work early so that I cold come home and see her more. She walked around the house in some incredibly revealing outfits as though she had no idea of the effect that her body would have on men. Sometimes I couldn't help staring at her especially when she wore a low cut black top that gave her incredibly firm, high breasts a deep cleavage that would draw my eye like a magnet making it almost impossible not to stare. On the occasions that we went out together for a drink at the local bars or to a club she would attract the stares of every guy in the place. If I went to the bar or to the men’s room I would return to find her smiling at another admirer who had taken a chance and offered to buy her a drink or take her for a dance. But she always politely said no and turned her attention back to me. I felt like the luckiest man alive and kept hoping that maybe something could happen between us, but as time went by she seemed to treat me more like a friend or brother than a possible lover. After one night when she claimed she had heard a prowler outside the window to her bedroom during the night she begged me to swap rooms with her. She even offered me an extra £5 to take the master bedroom rather than the far smaller spare bedroom. At first I was reluctant to give up my room , but when she told me that she may have to move out I quickly gave in, I couldn't bear to idea of not having her around. So I moved all my stuff into the room downstairs and she moved into the master bedroom with en suite bathroom. I now had a single bed while she had the huge king sized pine bed in my old room. I sometimes lay awake at night after that thinking about her all alone in that big bed, wondering what she would do if I went up to her and told her how I felt, how I lusted after her and would do anything for her. But instead I would take my achingly hard cock in my hand and masturbate, thinking about her big firm tits and perfect ass, her flawless skin and full pouting lips. She didn't seem interested in finding a boyfriend. When I asked her about it she said that she had had a couple of boyfriends back home in Australia, but that she was enjoying the single life and didn't want to get tied down with a jealous boyfriend right now. But neither was she going to jump into bed with any old guy she was very picky as to who she went for, he said, and was happy to wait for a special guy to come along. One night we were out at a trendy wine bar in town with some of my friends. Nicola was looking particularly gorgeous tonight, maybe because it was a Saturday night she was wearing some subtle makeup to emphasise her eyes and lips, a tight pair of white trousers showed off her firm round bottom and long shapely legs, you could make out the line of a g-string when she turned around and she was wearing a low cut blue top which emphasised her large tanned breasts. I could hear a lot of noise from a rowdy bunch over in the corner, but I was ignoring them and was stood talking with Nicola. Then I felt a hand tap me on the shoulder and turning round I was met by the grinning face of Josh. He had been drinking with the loud group who were old school friends of his. He seemed a bit drunk and for a moment I was taken aback, he was the last person I expected to see, he had hardly spoken to me in the last few months since he had been promoted to manager, the youngest in the company, a fact that had made him even more intolerable to his colleagues, the male ones at least. "How are you doing Steve?" He asked politely. "Not too bad" I replied tentatively, but the reason why he had approached me was clear as his attention turned to Nicola. "Steve never told us at work that he knew such a gorgeous girl" Josh said, staring into Nicola's beautiful eyes. He sounded a bit drunk. "So aren't you going to introduce us Steve?" Asked Nicola, not taking her eyes off Josh's. "Errr" I stammered "this is Josh, I think I've mentioned him to you." "Ah, the famous Josh!" laughed Nicola, I had told Nicola about Josh a couple of times and she had always agreed that he sounded terrible. She knew I hated the guy and now that she had met him I expected her to quickly dismiss him. But she kept smiling as Josh started asking her what she did and how long she had been over from Australia. She ignored me as she happily answered his question pouting sexily while he talked and seemed to jutt her breasts out suggestively towards him. Suddenly, noticing that Nicola had finished her drink, Josh turned to me "why don't you go and get Nicola another drink Steve, and while you're at it get one for yourself as well." He passed me a £20 note, I was astounded at his arrogance and turned to Nicola for support but she just smiled at me. I moved towards the bar but was interrupted by Josh, "Oh, and mines a scotch and soda, no ice!" I went to the bar, it took me an eternity to get served. A couple of times I glanced back over to Nicola and Josh, he had moved her over to a corner and I watched with increasing frustration, panic and jealousy as she occasionally touched Josh on the arm as she laughed at one of his comments. I had never seen him be anything other than rude and ignorant but clearly this was not always the case, he could turn on the charm when he needed to. I saw her brush her breast against his arm as she moved in closer pressing the warm flesh against his arm, his was only wearing a t-shirt so only a thin top and a lacy bra would have been between her breast and his arm. Finally I got served and managed to push between back them giving them their drinks. I started saying anything I could to distract them, Josh ignored me completely and headed off to the men’s room, his hand "accidentally" brushing Nicolas ass as he passed her, she turned and smiled at the brief contact then watched his lean physique as he crossed the bar. "What are you doing Nicola!" I hissed, desperation in my voice. "He's the most obnoqious guy I have EVER met, he's just putting on an act for you!" "He seems fine to me" said Nicola, casually dismissing me, "And he's got beautiful eyes, have you seen his body he must work out a lot?" She added. I was stunned, a moment later Josh returned smiling and they returned to their conversation, I tried to join in occasionally but I wasn't getting a lot of attention, there was a clear vibe that I should get lost but I wasn't leaving them alone. A short while later Nicola made her apologies and went to the ladies room, Josh's eyes clearly followed her ass across the room. As soon as she was out of sight he turned on me. "Steve, can't you see I'm in with Nicola, she's virtually begging me to screw her here and now!" "No chance" I snorted "I've lived with Nicola for over six months and there's no way she would fall for a guy like you". Guy grinned. "Why don't you put your money where your mouth is?" He sneered, "£200 says that I sleep with her tonight." I couldn't believe his arrogance, I didn't want to bet on such a thing but it seemed a chance to put him down a notch. "You're on!" "Oh, and one more thing, you have to make yourself scarce for the rest of the night, I don't want you hanging around any more screwing things up for me!" That was a blow, I really wasn't that confident about leaving them alone but, reluctantly I agreed. When Nicola returned I made some excuses about not feeling too well and headed towards the exit. I hung around outside for a while wondering what I should do, my insides were in turmoil, I was out there for about 10 minutes then went back inside the bar, losing myself among the crowd I looked back over to where Josh and Nicole were stood, they were closer than before. I watched for a couple of minutes then saw Josh move in, he placed his hand boldly on her ass as he whispered something in her ear. She looked at him and then nodded, taking her hand Josh started leading her towards the door. I slipped into the men’s room for a couple of minutes then moved quickly outside. They were nowhere to be seen so I hailed a cab and went back to my house. I got the cab to park up the street and moved sheepishly towards my front door. It was clear as I approached that the hall light was on, I didn't want to walk in if they were in the lounge as I was supposed to be in bed feeling ill. I made my way round the back of the house to where a large lounge window looked onto the garden, I thought that I would check if they were downstairs before I crept into my room. The blinds had not been shut and I could see clearly into the room. Nicola and Josh were stood by the large 3 seater couch, they were kissing passionately. I could clearly see their tongues battling as Josh thrust his tongue into Nicola's mouth, his hands roaming over her ass while she caressed his back and shoulders. The kiss seemed to last for an eternity before it was broken by Nicola who, looking very flushed and excited pushed Josh back onto the couch. She asked him a question and he nodded, Nicola disappeared out of view and I saw the kitchen light come on. I sighed with relief! Nicola was making drinks, maybe she was trying the calm things down. My heart filled with hope though at the same time I had to admit that what I was seeing was exciting me, my cock was rock hard inside my trousers. Looking back at Josh I couldn't believe my eyes. He was actually unzipping the jeans of his trousers and had reached inside to pull out a very large circumcised cock. Not yet fully hard he licked his hand and casually began to masturbate until it was sticking rock hard out of the zipper of his jeans. I was stunned at the self confidence of this act, surely Nicola would throw a fit when she returned and saw the obscene sight of Josh holding his cock in his hand. A drop of slippery pre cum on the head of the cock betrayed his excitement as otherwise his face seemed almost bored. I moved to get a better view of the room and was in time to see Nicola return from the kitchen, she was carrying two mugs of hot drinks which she was watching carefully. Distracted by Josh's hand movements I saw her look up, her eyes widened with shock and her mouth fell open as she saw what Josh was doing. For a moment they looked at each other in silence then as she opened her mouth to say something, she quickly shut it as Josh interrupt her, I saw his mouth move but could not make out what he said, she hesitated for a second then put the drinks down on a table before turning back to him with her hands on her hips, awaiting his next request. Josh said something else and Nicola gave a small smile, then she slowly pulled her shirt out of her waistband before slipping it over her head. From my position I could see her large breasts straining against a lacy white bra, her large brown nipples through the sheer material. She reached behind her, undoing the clasp then slid the straps off her shoulders revealing her large breasts. They were even more perfect than I had imagined, full and round they sat high on her chest. Her nipples were very large sticking out rigidly half an inch from the firm flesh. She reached up and cupped one breast, rubbing the nipple with her thumb. Josh was clearly excited, his mouth had fallen open as Nicola had released her stunning tits, now he smiled and gave another order. Nicola turned round slowly, her hand still caressing her nipple, her hands dropped to her waist as she kicked off her shoes then undid the buttons of her tight white trousers. Bending at the waist she pushed the trousers down her long legs revealing the tight round globes of her magnificent ass. Straightening up she looked over her shoulder again, her white g-string was her only remaining item of clothing. She smiled at Josh then slid it down her legs and turned back. My mouth watered as I saw her trimmed pussy, the lips were glistening with moisture. She looked so damn sexy as she stood there expectantly. Staring lustily at Nicolas hot body Josh muttered another request. She dropped to her knees and crawled slowly towards where he sat, still stroking his rock hard shaft. From my position I had a perfect view as she moved her face to inches away from the glistening cock. Looking up into Josh's face her tongue snaked out and she began to lap at the head in time to his hand strokes. She licked and kissed the head as Josh stroked the shaft . He pushed her head away before lifting his ass so that he could slide his Jeans down his thighs, sitting back his eyes were half shut as Nicola returned to his cock. Taking it in one hand and slipping the head between her full lips, her free hand caressed his balls as she went to work sucking his cock. Occasionally she let the head slip out of her mouth as she swirled her tongue around it and slipped her tongue into the slit teasingly, all the while looking up into his face with her beautiful eyes. It must have been the most exciting sight in the world for Josh, I certainly had never seen anything so sexy and already had my prick in my hand and was struggling not to come, as my legs felt like jelly. The Housemate It had been building up for a while. She had been gaining confidence around guys and I'd been more and more friendly towards her and taken an interest in her life. We'd spent more time talking with each other recently, and it became increasingly clear that there was a connection developing between us. It was the occasional lingering glance, the smile combined with a gaze that was held just a little bit too long, and the deliberate attempt to avoid all bodily contact. Whilst the latter may seem strange, it was almost as if we knew between us that if we did touch each other it might become too much to resist the temptation. Unfortunately, the temptation very much had to be resisted. She is my girlfriend's housemate. The same girlfriend who has been becoming increasingly more annoying and less like a girlfriend and more like a wife of 30 challenging years. To an outsider it may not have seemed unsurprisingly to think that Janice, my girlfriend, was actually my sister the way she treated me sometimes. I had only known Faye for about a year, and only really properly for a couple of months, as she had started to come out of her shell. The first time I ever saw Faye, I was attracted to her straight away. It was the middle of the summer and she was wearing the most stunning combination of clothes you could hope for when making a first impression. She had on a mid-thigh length black skirt and white tights with black pumps. She looked incredible, and that was before I even began to take in her upper body. I was in my girlfriends house, and we were on the bottom floor having just arrived back from the cinema. I had heard all about Faye, but had yet to meet her... I could hear her coming down the stairs from the top floor with a deftness that defines her. She seems to effortlessly glide with the confidence of a super model when she walks. We heard her coming down and turned to look at the stairs. I was in particular quite keen to see what she was like. She did not disappoint. The first thing to appear were her toned calves as she came into view near the bottom of the spiral staircase. Seeing the white tights, and then the combination of them with the tight, thigh-length black skirt that appeared at the top of her long well-defined legs was an astonishing sight. I suppressed an audible gasp by turning it into slight cough. She was speaking to someone on her phone and initially didn't realise we were there. She looked up mid sentence, and her expression showed the surprise spread quickly over her face, before turning into a slight blush as her eyes fell on me, and met my appreciate gaze. I couldn't help but admire her delectable form. After the initial meeting it took quite a while for her to open up, and say a little more than "how are you? how was your day?" small talk whenever I went round there, but over time she became quite chatty and I enjoyed our little interchanges more and more. Even though we spent more time together, it was always as a threesome, very rarely did my girlfriend leave us alone together. When she occasionally did, I especially enjoyed the conversation with the lingering glances. Her hazel eyes were immensely beautiful, and her smile captivating. I often wished I got to enjoy them more than I did. That said, me and my girlfriend were coasting along in our relationship seemingly happy on the surface, with her nagging levels ever increasing and my resentment at this heading the same way, but both of us just accepting it, for what it was. So what happened to change all this? My girlfriend's father was visiting us, and as is his want he took the four of us out to dinner. We went to a local Thai restaurant, and were led to a fairly small circular table in the back where there was "mood" lighting (hopefully they hadn't mistaken it as a double date!). I sat opposite her father, and the girls took the spaces between us. I had Faye to my right, and Janice to my left. The thing about spending time with Janice's father was that it was never uneventful - he liked his wine, and liked everyone else to enjoy it. I was more than happy to oblige of course, but Janice has a tendency to get emotional after a bit of alcohol. Faye, on the other hand didn't usually drink very much. Upon sitting down he glanced at the wine list, and ordered up two bottles for the table. Everything was set for the drama to unfold... but little did I know quite what would happen. The meal was going well, we all got through a large glass of wine or so each and conversation was flowing with Faye was looking a little flushed (which only served to heighten her beauty). She caught me glancing at her on a couple of occasions and she smiled sweetly, but subtly. It wasn't long before the waitress came to order our food. Janice ordered her meal first and then headed off to the toilet. While her Dad was perusing the menu again, ordering his food and several side dishes for the table, I turned to Faye and said "Having fun?" and she just grinned, mischievously, taking her eyes down to my waist level and then back up to meet my eyes, while her tongue licked her lips seductively. She was turning me on a lot right at this point, I was feeling particularly horny - I had been for much of the day in fact. I was tempted to join my girlfriend in the toilet for a quick release. If I had left right away then, I would most likely have caught her still in there, but decided against it for some reason. We probably weren't being very subtle, and when the waitress turned to take my order she gave me a not so subtle wink too, and I just grinned at her and ordered my Duck red curry, with their famous sticky rice. As she leant over me slightly to take Faye's order, she gave me a nice view of her cleavage and this gave me a quick idea. I cautiously slid my right hand under the table, and ever so gently rested it on Faye's right thigh. She was wearing a fairly short skirt with no tights so I was touching her bare skin and it instantly sent a warm fuzzy feeling through me. She let out an audible gasp as I touched her for the first time ever. She recovered her composure quickly and continued to give her order to the knowing waitress, so I upped the ante and started to slide my hand gently up her soft leg. I could feel her thigh tense up in anticipation of how far I would take it. Although I badly wanted to keep going and going, I stopped when I felt the fabric of her skirt and only slid my little finger under the material. I left it there for a short while, and as the waitress pulled up having finished taking her order I pulled my hand away too, leaving us both wanting more. I chose not to look at Faye after that, and we both just resumed where we had left off with the conversation about global warming with Janice's father. He was oblivious to what had just gone on fortunately, and despite me wanting to do it again I knew it would be a disaster getting caught so I thought better of it. By the time Janice came back to the table, my heart beat had returned back to normal and although Faye looked flush, it was probably perceived by the others that the wine was the cause, and either way no one was going to be rude and mention it. We tucked into our meals, and I feasted on the spring rolls in sweet chilli sauce - they were fantastic. Everyone was enjoying themselves and the wine was being quickly devoured with Janice's dad ensuring our glasses were frequently topped up. Faye and I would occasionally rub our legs together, with me taking the lead mostly and pushing my leg into hers only for her to move her leg ever so slightly against mine erotically. What with Faye getting drunk, I didn't want to miss up on the opportunity to take this further, given that I might not get another chance anytime soon. Janice and her Dad were getting a bit deep into Janice's career options for once she finishes her degree, so I took the opportunity to slip my hand under the table once more and brought it to rest on Faye's bare thigh again. It felt just as good second time round, and I badly wanted to turn and look deep into her captivating eyes, as I slipped my hand gently up her leg, under her skirt, tantalisingly close to her special place. As I got closer and closer I could feel the incredible heat she was generating, and I knew she was enjoying this just as much as I was. I paused at the very top of her thigh, and rested my hand on the very inside of her leg, poised to touch her panty covered pussy. The anticipation was incredible, and I just had to tilt my head further towards Janice in the vague notion that I gave a shit about what they were talking about, just to distract myself. At this point I was about as hard as I have ever been in my life. It was the point of no return - either I went on or I pussied out. I was tussling with this dilemma in my head, just as Faye rested her hand on mine and inched it onto her special place, and as I let my hand rest there cupping her mound it felt as though it was on fire, partly because of the emotional high and but mainly because of the heat that she was generating. It was absolutely mind blowing, and I couldn't help but think that although it was hardly on the same level as making love, it felt just as good right now. I gently started to move my middle finger along the length of her slit, just tracing the line between her lips, up and down a couple of times ever so slowly, savouring the moment, as though I might never get the opportunity again and at the same time, taking illicit pleasure from the fact that both my girlfriend and her dad were within touching distance and I could (and should) have been doing this to my girlfriend, rather than her housemate. After a minute or so of rubbing against an increasingly wet pair of knickers I was beginning to wonder if I should try and slip my finger under the waistband so that I could touch her, skin on skin. I think I was in another world, when she suddenly pushed her chair back and rose from the table leaving my hand groping at thin air. I was shocked and left feeling empty as I watched her fine form walk towards the stairs to go downstairs, making me feel deflated and disappointed. My eyes followed her as she walked so elegantly, and turned so delicately at the top of the stairs momentarily, pausing just long enough to throw me a wink and a cheeky smile. It was at that point that I knew for definite that she was enjoying it just as much as I was. However, it put me in two minds - do I follow her down (would that be too obvious?) or do I wait for her to return and see what is to come? It was at that point that I brought my gaze to Janice, and she caught my eye and dragged me into her conversation with a "What do you think, honey?" which effectively made my decision. It was for the best, because even in my slightly drunk state I knew that walking off after Faye could well raise an eyebrow or two. As it was, I stepped up and joined in the conversation and did my bit. I concurred and generally agreed, nodding my head at the right time and making the right noises at the appropriate moments. However my mind was thinking of a missed opportunity. I could have been downstairs, inbetween Faye's sexy legs with her skirt bunched around her waist and her knickers quickly disgarded with me deep inside her, and kissing her passionately as we frantically made love. I did wonder if she was down there pleasuring herself with similar thoughts, and I really hoped she was. My eyes kept flicking over at the top of the stairs to check on her return and it didn't seem like long until she was back, walking slowly towards our table, never taking her eyes off me, and although the lighting was low I saw her tongue escape her pretty mouth and graze delicately and seductively over her lips. It made my heart flutter and I don't think that short sequence of events will ever leave me for as long as I live. I looked away as she neared the table, so that it didn't seem obvious to the others. She sat down with a little less grace than usual, allowing her chair to move slightly to her left, even closer to mine. I felt my already hard cock jump in my pants at the thought that she wanted to be closer to me, I knew we were going to be able to continue where we left off. I thought to myself that it was best to give it at least a couple of minutes before putting my hand under the table again despite the urge that made me want to do it straight away. I was a little surprised when within about 10 seconds of having sat down, Faye had her own hand under the table and I felt her hand on my lap but even softer than I expected. At first I thought she was going to stroke my hard dick through my trousers, but the quick removal of her hand and the thought that although the alcohol had loosened her up, she really wasn't that bold put me straight. I could however, still feel a slight pressure on my lap and I realised that there was something there... I put my left hand under the table and gave Janice's thigh a gentle squeeze, and although she didn't react or look my way I was hadn't intended to keep it there. I quickly brought my hand to my lap to see what was there. I could feel it was a little bundle of cloth, and couldn't at first make out what it was but after a moment of moving it around in my hand I felt the dampness on part of the cloth and it dawned on me what Faye had done. She had taken her knickers off downstairs and brought them up to give to me. It was at this point that I thought my cock was going to explode out of my trousers, and I so badly wanted to bring the knickers above the table and smell her aroma. The setting hardly called for that, and it would have given the whole game away, so I came to my senses and spent a short while just enjoying having them in my hands. I glanced slightly towards her, which was harder now that she was sat at less of an angle to me, but I could still see her flash me a cheeky knowing grin. Knowing she was knickerless and had handed me the very same garment that had been protecting her most sacred place only minutes before, made me so horny. Anyone in that situation would have interpreted the way I did - it was an open invitation to go further than I had last time, and I certainly wanted to make the most of this opportunity. In a perverse way I thought I would tease myself, and her at the same time by re-joining the semi-serious father daughter conversation and take it off track a little in order to give myself a bit of a grace period having contributed fairly recently. I waited for a short pause, and jumped in with a comment about how good the food, and particularly the wine was. The bottle was empty, so unsurprisingly this prompted Janice's father to stop a passing waitress to order another bottle which I'd hoped he might. I knew we weren't going to be leaving anytime soon. I let them drift back into their conversation before I slowly edged my right hand under the table. In a further move to build up the tension, I didn't touch her leg straight away - I left it dangling and then just gently brushed the outside of her thigh before moving it away again. She murmured and moved her left thigh towards me to touch it against my hand. I didn't want to hold back any longer. I moved my hand right onto her thigh about half way up, and held it there for a couple of seconds just enjoying the warmth of her skin. Ever so gently, I moved it gradually down her leg towards her knee before stopping and bringing it back in the other direction. As I did this, I could feel her thigh muscles tighten in anticipation. As I got closer to her pussy, my cock got even harder which I hadn't thought was actually possible. My hand got closer and closer to the place where her leg meets her pussy, and I paused within touching distance, and while I felt the heat she was generating on my fingers I turned to her and quickly gazed into her eyes, and saw what I was hoping for - implicit permission to go further. I immediately touched two finger tips to her pussy lips which were already very wet, and I was delighted by her reaction, the huge smile that spread over her face, showed me that she wanted this just as much as I did. I moved my fingertips ever so lightly once up and down her slit, wanting to take things slowly and make this last as long as I could get away with, savouring each precious moment of the encounter. I then proceeded to start a gentle stroking motion up and down, varying the pressure and the speed a little. In response she slouched a bit on her chair pressing her pussy more into my hand, keen for me to penetrate her. I continued on for a few seconds before taking my middle finger and positioning it at her opening. I left it there momentarily, then slowly eased my finger into her incredibly tight vagina only as far as the first knuckle. I could feel the muscles clamped tightly around it and I only just managed to wiggle it a little against the pressure. I began to imagine how amazing it would feel to have those same muscles working on my rock solid cock. I started to pull out, but then edged my finger back in - this time up to the second knuckle which was nearly as far as I could get in our current respective positions. I left it there for a while enjoying the feeling of her warmth and being incredibly turned on by having my finger inside this amazing girl's most special place while my girlfriend was at my side completely unaware. I then pulled out of her completely, with my head turned towards her to see her reaction. She looked delighted, and then aghast as she realised my finger was gone. I rested my hand on her bare vagina, lightly stroking my whole hand up and down. Not being able to resist I then reinserted my middle finger back inside her, and started a slow light thrusting movement with my finger. Although Faye was very well lubricated the strength of her muscles and her tightness made this slighter harder than I might have thought, even though my angle of penetration was hardly ideal. By this point my hand was practically covered with her juice. I was yet to taste it, but I knew I would soon. I kept this up for a couple of minutes and I have to admire her performance throughout. She managed to keep almost always quiet - she turned a few moans into coughs, so much so that Janice asked her if she was alright but she shrugged it off, not wanting to open her mouth to answer just as I increased the speed. She then started to rock her body subtly to meet my finger thrusts and she tightened up even more, and I knew she was close to orgasm. I wasn't sure what to do, whether to take her over the edge and hope she didn't give the game away or leave her hanging and horny and hope to finish her off afterwards. In the end, generosity won out, I just couldn't leave her in that state without bringing her to climax - it would have been cruel. I kept up the intensity, slowly stroking away at her insides, and sure enough within a minute or so she came with a silent explosion, her body rocked under the table and her thighs trapped my hand in place and prevented me from moving at all, keeping my finger trapped firmly inside her. The walls of her pussy clenched tightly around my finger and then as she came back down from her orgasm they gradually slackened and as her thighs parted, I slid my finger out and brought it back to rest on her thigh. We had gone full circle and were back to where it all started. I took a moment to reflect on what had just happened and I could believe it. On the surface she was such an innocent girl, but I had just fingered her to orgasm under the dinner table with my girlfriend - her good friend sitting at most a metre away. It was mind blowing. The timing couldn't have been better as Janice's dad let out a yawn, turned round to get his coat from the back of his chair which signalled the end of the meal. As we got up and put our coats on, Faye leaned over to whisper in my ear. "Wow! I can't wait for my turn..." The Housemate I couldn't wait either. The Housemate It was a bitterly cold evening and it was only September. I remembered viewing the house a year ago and demanding that I had the top bedroom – well how I regretted that now. The room was a converted attic and had no central heating; a slanting ceiling cast both sides of the room in darkness leaving my desk the only space where the flimsy light bulb could beam. I breathed out with a sigh and saw small plumes of mist in front of my eyes, if it's like this now what's the winter going to be like? I decided to call it a night and head to bed for some much needed warmth. "Hey Alex do you fancy a cup of tea?" It was my housemate Owen shouting up from the warm depths below. "Yeah man go for it, be down in a sec" At least I wouldn't see my bloody breath down there. I sauntered down the tight staircase past the comparatively small other bedrooms (centrally heated I might add) and into the lounge area. For a student house it was needlessly equipped with a full size dining table, glass cabinets and a disused fireplace. Pulled down blinds covered the long glass windows that looked out onto the quiet affluent Janet Street. Next to the window was a bench of sorts that was too narrow to be comfortable. I heard the kettle whistle in the kitchen and quickly settled myself into the only decent bit of furniture in the house: a big soft red sofa. Owen placed three cups of tea down on a highly impractical glass table. "Oh is Anna joining us?" Before Owen could answer Anna my other housemate jumped into the room and plumped herself onto the sofa beside me. One thing I hated about Anna was her over the top hyperactivity: she could never enter a room without some grand entrance. Still I couldn't be too angry, Owen bored the fuck out of me so having Anna at least alleviated the boredom. Owen was a thin and gangly guy who had nothing particularly wrong with him but that just made him even duller. He started talking about his new module in South African History or something and I was beginning to think I should have stayed in my igloo upstairs. I glanced over at Anna and saw she was actually paying attention to this douche. What a mismatch this was why the hell I'd signed a contract to live with them I'll never know. To cut a long story short I was drunk and thought it was a good idea but then everything seems a good idea when you're drunk. Anna had pushed it, our relationship in the first year of University had been pretty fraught with arguments and there had been a couple of times when we might of hooked up but it never happened and I had not really given it a second thought since. Anna wasn't tall or beautiful but she used what she had to the maximum. She was medium height with pale skin and piercing green eyes, her hair was black with flecks of red and her lips were full and luscious. What stood out on Anna were her breasts, big and perfectly shaped they threatened to pop out at any moment. As she continued her conversation with Owen I let my peripheries wander down her body: she was wearing a tight black strappy top showing a little cleavage and a short white satin skirt that cut at her knees. As she put her tea down she licked her lips and her pierced tongue fluttered out. I had a thing for piercings and this one was perfect – a small golden stud. I had imagined what it would feel like running up the shaft of my rock hard member a couple of times but it was never going to happen so I quickly forgot about it. "Right I'm off to bed guys, need to be up early tomorrow" Finally the dick was going to bed. "Nighty night Owen!" Anna giggled to herself. I thought it might be time to call it a night as well but then she licked her lips again. She let her tongue flicker across her lips hanging there as if daring me to respond. Well what the hell even if she was just teasing it was a lot better than the fucking icebox upstairs. I lay my head on her lap and stared up at her fluttering eyelashes. She leant forward and her nipples brushes my forehead sending a shiver down my spine. "Doesn't it hurt when you eat with that piercing?" Start with an innocuous question and see where it goes. "No not really you just get used to it" "What's it feel like" "Erm well it's hard to explain...here feel" She dragged my finger up to her lips and slipped it inside. I twirled my finger around the stud whilst her tongue caressed it slowly. I tried to garner what her expression meant, she stared right at me daring me to keep going. This was a little weird. I tried to pull my finger out of her mouth but her teeth clamped down tight, I felt a pang of pain but it was pleasant. I almost hoped she clamp down harder. She opened her mouth and I let my finger flop back into my lap. I felt a slight raise in my crotch. "How many piercings have you got then? Your tongue, both ears..." "Wouldn't you like to know?!" "If you don't want to share it's cool. No big deal" "Well I've got three more. I guess you'll just have to guess won't you?" I lowered my head slightly and turned to face her. "I'm guessing here..." I gently lifted the hem of her top and touched another golden stud this time on her tummy button. I waited for her to stop me pushing my fingers into her flesh but she seemed to be enjoying herself. "And the others?" She asked shyly. I imagined her erect nipples pierced with tiny rings but surely not? "Well I'd guess here" I motioned up to her breasts. She nodded. "There's one more though" "What?" "One more piercing" Her green eyes were flashing again imploring me to ask the question. "Seriously? Wow that must have killed man. Who did it for you?" "It wasn't so bad, I went with Cindy to this old doctor we know" I pictured some old doctor standing over the two naked girls. Lucky fucker! "Well I won't ask to see those..." She smiled and leaned over again her breasts soft and warm against my cheek. She stood up and headed to the kitchen, well it was fun while it lasted I suppose. I stretched my legs across the sofa and rested my back into the armrest. As I went over what had just happened Anna walked back into the room and lay down on me resting her black locks across my chin. I felt an immediate surge in my groin. Her bum pressed into my rapidly erecting cock. "Tell me a story" I didn't hear her. I stared down her top her breasts pressing against the tight material of her top. I started to work my hand slowly down her body to her tummy button lifting up the hem once more to delve my fingers lower and lower. I allowed my little finger to creep down her skirt. She lifted herself up marginally. "Boys..." She tutted. But I couldn't stop now, when she had moved her bum had grinded my cock and it was getting extremely hard. I knew she felt it. She let her head fall back against my chest and I lifted up her top further revealing a glimpse of her black lacy bra. She began to move her bum excruciatingly slowly up and down my shaft through my loose jogging trousers. Was she doing this deliberately? I moved my hand down towards her satin skirt and slipped my whole hand down finding smooth silk panties. I rubbed the tips of my fingers further down and massaged her pussy. I felt the pierced clit and massaged deeper. Her head was beginning to push hard back into my chest. I leant forward and pushed my lips onto hers. She grinded more vigorously until my cock was at full mast. Her lips parted and I danced my tongue inside wrestling with her studded tongue our saliva warm and juicy. I pushed her up and laid her down moving my lips down her neck to her cleavage and let my lips linger through her top onto her tits. She lifted her top further and as my hand unclasped her bra she let out a sigh of pleasure. Her breasts plentiful and soft to the touch shivered as I squeezed them. I circled my tongue around her pert nipples before sucking them into my ravenous mouth letting the nipple ring rest between my teeth. Her moans grew louder urging me to continue. I made my way further down, tracing my lips to her tummy button placing small kisses across her body. I slipped her skirt slowly down her waist to reveal those silk white panties. She was already wet, pussy juices leaking down her thigh. I raised her legs and planted small kisses down her thighs occasionally letting my tongue wander across the surface of her smooth feverish skin. She gripped the edge of the sofa as I finally let my lips kiss her silk panties letting my tongue rest against her clit. She lifted her body expectantly and I pulled her panties down to reveal her beautifully pierced pussy. A tiny gold ring glistening with juices her clit a wonderfully light shade of pink. I dived in and pushed my tongue into her now soaking vagina. I explored every crevice of her tight pussy sucking in the sweet juices as they came rushing out. She moaned even louder. Owen was probably wanking upstairs the dickhead. I drove my finger into her, the flaps of her vagina parting and sucking me in. I went on back and forth and massaged her tender breasts with my other hand. Her body rose in exalted thrusts as I fingered her faster and faster until she let out a final moan of delight and squirted a hot milky cocktail into my parched wide open mouth. I drank her in letting the liquids seep into my body rejuvenating my every pore and making my cock push more forcefully in an attempt to escape my trousers. I raise my head expecting her to be exhausted but she just grabs my chin and drives her lips into mine and we kiss until I no longer can breathe. She releases me and I stagger back into the sofa leaving my mountainous bulge visible. She jumps on it grabbing it between her soft small hands. It is my turn to grip the edge of the sofa as she flickers out her tongue to tease my raging bull. I urge her with every muscle to take it into her mouth but she laughs and continues to move her tongue up and down the shaft allowing the stud to brush my foreskin. I groaned as she massaged each testicle with her free hand, I was ready to explode. I released my hand from the sofa and grabbed her hair pulling her face up to the tip of my throbbing member and forced her down. She gleefully took me in to the back of her throat and started working up and down. "Look at me" She raises those big bulging eyes and I see the delight in her face. I push deeper into her throat until she gags and comes up for air and she goes again letting my moist cock slide down her tongue. I could no longer hold it, I'd never been this hard in my life. "Anna I'm going to blow" Her eyes danced with excitement. She started to go faster my cock now pulsating with a mind of its own. This was a whole new experience; I was thrusting up and down fucking her mouth instinctively without thinking. "Hey Anna man I really am gonna blow" Her eyes drove into mine and I got it. Fuck me. She wanted me to explode in her mouth! Well I didn't need a second invitation. I held on for two more thrusts and then ecstatic relief. I moaned loudly as my cock thundered boiling hot cum down her throat. Her eyes widened in shock as she choked on the mass of sperm filling her mouth to the brim. She held on though, slowly coming up for air allowing flecks of juice to escape down her chin onto her perfect breasts. As she slurped up the sticky remains I cupped her chin into my hand and brought her lips to mine. She arched her back and groaned as I sucked my own juices into my system whilst gently rubbing her clit. I felt her drenched tongue mingle with mine as we fight for every last drop of nectar. I open my eyes and see those gloriously devilish eyes pierce mine with utter ecstasy. "Hey guys what's going on down –" "Oh hey Owen how's it going?!"