15 comments/ 42209 views/ 46 favorites Friends, Roommates, and Lovers By: shouldntbeheretoday Author's note: This story ended up being much longer than I intended. For those of you who like the quick thrill stories, feel free to skim the first two sections before getting to the juicy stuff in section three. For those you who like longer stories, I think you'll find this very enjoyable. New Friends My name is Jamie Morgan. It was mid-January 2012, and I had just graduated college in December with a boring old accounting degree. After spending my college years attending a small school a few miles from my parent's house I had a real urge to prove to myself that I could live own my and be a responsible adult. In order to do that, I decided to only seek out job interviews in places as far away from home as possible. It turns out that in the technology age many employers are okay with giving interviews over the internet to qualified applicants who live far away. Because of this, I was able to have several interviews with the Human Resources departments of many accounting firms, any of which I would have taken. After two weeks of interviews I finally received three job offers from firms, each of which would take me far away from home. It was up to me to choose which offer to accept. They all were located in lively and entertaining cities, so that was a toss-up. They all offered starting salaries of just over $38,000 per year, so there was no clear winner there either. The deciding factor came down to the HR reps who interviewed me. Two of the three had very generic and boring HR reps, however the HR rep from the firm in Seattle was not generic and boring. She was gorgeous. I was surprised she offered me the job because of how nervous she made me in the interview. I couldn't help but worry that she would notice how sweaty and uneasy she was making me. Her name was Sarah Wallace. She was a blue eyed blonde and would have easily been the hottest woman in my hometown. If there was a chance to catch a glimpse of that beauty on a regular basis, I had to take it. Before I knew it I was saying good bye to my parents and leaving little Midland, Ohio and flying over 2000 miles to my new home in Seattle, Washington. I arrived at the airport on a Friday evening and was promptly greeted by Sarah Wallace, who was far more stunning in person. I had a hard time speaking to her, but eventually managed to introduced myself and follow her into a cab. She dropped me off at a hotel near the firm that would serve as my temporary living quarters until I found more suitable housing. Sarah also informed me that there would be a staff party tomorrow at the firm where I would get acquainted with my new workmates. After I was settle in, she headed home and said she'd see me tomorrow. It didn't take me long to realize that Saturday would be February, 10th and this was likely going to be a Valentine's Day themed party. The thought of hooking up with Sarah at the party sent trills through my body. It was unlikely to happen because she surely would act professional at work function and more than likely a beauty like her would have some type of scumbag boyfriend. However, the improbability of it did not keep me from dreaming dirty thoughts about it. I arrived at my new place of work ready to party wearing my best work suit. I had spent nearly all of my graduation money on that suit and just maybe it would come in handy in my new life. Not only did I want to look professional to my new bosses, but I really wanted to impress Sarah. It was Sarah who greeted me at the door. She was wearing a strapless white dress with pink hearts that came midway down her thigh. The dress showed off just enough of her ample cleavage and sexy legs. She also wore a stunning smile that was accentuated by her perfectly done makeup. I would do anything this woman wanted. She introduced me to many of my new coworkers and my new bosses. Everyone seemed nice enough, though many were surely your stereotypical boring accountants. There were a few attractive women in the crowd, but only two of the employees I saw could come close to Sarah's beauty. But by coming close to her beauty they were also true beauties. It was becoming clear that tour with Sarah was nearing its end when she introduced me to one last person. "Hey Pete," Sarah said as we approached a rather good looking man who I assumed would be a fellow accountant. "Pete, this is Jamie Morgan, our newest accountant. Jamie, this is Peter Halpert. Well I've got to meet up with my boss, you two be friendly, alright," said Sarah just before heading back to the main group of people. Pete was appeared to be very athletic and handsome. I'd say he was about 6'1" and probably weighed a muscular 190 pounds. I'm sure he had been an athlete before being an accountant. He had dark black hair and a neatly trimmed, but full beard. Compared to my slender 5'7" frame, Pete was the picture of masculinity. Not to say that I was completely feminine. I'd always been told that I was pretty good looking and never had any trouble hooking up with girls throughout my college days. However, just by looking at Pete, I would guess that he was far more popular with the ladies than I had ever been and I could see that he would have much better odds at getting with Sarah. Yes, I believe they would make a sexy couple. Did I just refer to him as sexy? No, sure he's handsome but she's the one who would make that couple sexy. "Sounds like she's trying to set us up," said Pete, shaking me out of my thoughts. "Set us up? What? But, I'm not gay," I replied, clearly missing something. "Are you gay?" "No, HA. It was supposed to be a joke dude," replied Pete laughingly. "That Sarah Wallace sure is a fine piece of woman, huh Jamie?" "Yeah I noticed, she's probably the hottest girl I've ever met. Pretty much the only reason I took this job was because she did my interview. Have you ever made a move at her Pete?" "No. I've only been working here for a couple of weeks, and I usually like to ease my way in with ladies like her," said Pete coyly. "I do plan on asking her out soon though." "Well good luck man, I don't think I have a chance with her if you're after her.'' "Hey don't sell yourself short, anyone has a chance if they're confident enough. So Jamie, what do you think of that chick over by the water cooler?" Pete pointed at a very attractive black girl with curly brown hair who was wearing a short and cute purple dress. "That's Claire Thomas, the new front desk lady at the firm," he said. "And I hear she's into dudes and chicks." "She is sexy, and I have always had a thing for bi-girls, maybe she'll be my fall back if you take Sarah out from under me," I replied somewhat jokingly, but mostly seriously. "For some reason I've never been into black girls. I mean I can tell she's obviously very good looking, but for some reason she's not my type," said Pete. "I hope that doesn't make me sound racist." "No dude, I don't think that makes you seem racist," I said. "I wouldn't tell her that you don't think she's hot because she's black or anything like that because I'm sure that would could across as racist. I just think that everyone has their own type. I had a friend in college who was only attracted to chicks from India and I don't think that made him racist against all other races. And let me tell you, college was not fun for him because there were not many Indian girls to choose from at our school." "That's pretty funny, Jamie. Say, what do you think of the hotel? I've been working here for two weeks now and I'm still living there. I can't stand it." "It doesn't seem too bad after one night, but I'm sure it will get old," I said. "Well I do have a nice townhouse in my sights," said Pete. "You interested in being roommates?" Before I could answer we were interrupted by a commotion coming from the center of the party. Pete and I made our way through crowd in an attempt to get a better look. Sarah was standing in the middle trying to get everyone to calm down and back away as quickly as possible. It appeared that she was standing over someone who had a bit too much to drink, vomited on her feet, and then passed out right beside her feet. It also appeared that the party was over. New Roommates Just a week after moving to Seattle and beginning my new job, I moved in to the nicest townhouse I could afford. Pete and I decided to go through with being roommates so we had a much better setup than either of us would have been able to have rented alone. The house had a common area and kitchen on the second floor, my room was on the third floor, and Pete took the ground floor. I think he did this because he didn't trust me to protect the house from invaders, but that left me with the better room. The common second floor had a beautiful balcony that had an amazing view of Lake Washington. It was nice being that close to the lake, though we didn't exactly have waterfront access. Being roommates with someone you only knew for a week was awkward at first, but luckily each floor had its own bathroom so we each had enough privacy. Things became much more comfortable when we settled into a routine. Pete did almost all the driving because I didn't have a car. I did almost all the cooking. I was more than happy to do so since I had flirted with majoring in the culinary arts before settling on accounting. Things at work were going fantastically for both of us and we were both quickly becoming well liked employees. However, the job itself is mostly just numbers, graphs, and tax figures so it's not really exciting to talk about. But it paid pretty well for two guys fresh out of college and we we're not shy about spending our money like dumb college kids. Our first purchase was made after we discovered a mutual love for movies and video gaming. We put our money together and bought a 55" Samsung HDTV that fit in nicely in our common living room. This came in handy during long movie and gaming marathons that took place in the early days of our living arrangement. Our second major purchase was made after we discovered a mutual love for baseball. My assumption of Pete being an athlete was correct as apparently he had played four years of Division II baseball in college. I was very impressed. We both agreed to buy Seattle Mariners season tickets because we figured that during the summer we'd be spending a lot of our time after work at the ballpark. For two guys who looked like an odd pairing, one very masculine and one more than slightly feminine, we had a great deal in common. Neither one of us did much dating during March because we were too busy getting used to the new house, but it was getting clear that both of us needed some action soon. It was in the middle of April when Pete begged me to let him have my ticket for the Mariners game on the 21st because the White Sox were in town and he said the girl he was talking to was originally from Chicago. I agreed as I figured it would be good for at least one of us to get some. I found out later that the girl he took was Sarah Wallace. Pete had discovered that she was from Chicago and was a casual White Sox fan. I was disappointed at first, but I had to admit it was a very smooth move on his part. And it couldn't have worked out any better for him because the game she went to just so happened to end up being a perfect game for White Sox starting pitcher Phil Humber. Pete was a lucky bastard. He and Sarah were officially boyfriend and girlfriend by morning. I couldn't have been more jealous during the first few weeks of their relationship, not only because she was my dream girl, but because they had sex all the time. She was pretty loud too. Pete must have been very skilled. I thought the townhouse was very spacious when we moved in, but I guess it takes hearing your roommate fuck his girlfriend a couple dozen times to make you realize it's not as big as you thought. The worst part was that I now spent most of my nights alone instead of hanging with Pete in the common room. It wasn't until the middle of May that I stopped pitying myself and decided to get back in the game. It turned out to be pretty easy to hook up with women in the city when you had a stable job and the money to buy girls drinks at bars. So, many nights when Pete would stay in with Sarah I would borrow his car to head out on the town. I must have hooked up with as many girls that summer as I did during all four years of college, which was about nine or ten lucky ladies. None of them looked as good as Sarah, but there wasn't much I could do about that. Once I started having fun again, life in the house turned out to be more enjoyable than ever. However, now that Sarah was spending a lot of time at our place during the summer I realized I was glad that I never hooked up with her because our personalities just didn't mesh. It turned out that she was a bit too much of a bitch quite simply. I was happy enough being with a different girl every other week and was glad I wasn't the one tied down to her. Pete seemed to be happy enough being a one woman man, but I couldn't tell if it was because he was a romantic or if he really liked being with Sarah. I hoped it was him being a romantic and that hadn't completely fallen for that shrew. Maybe she was just a shrew to me because she could sense my jealousy when they first started dating. As summer was nearing its end I could tell that Pete and I were becoming the best of friends. I don't think I've ever had a friend I could talk to like Pete or one who could make me laugh like Pete. Any time we spent together was guaranteed to be a great time. Our firm had a company softball team that summer and Pete was the star. I may not have been a great athlete, being only a cross country runner in school, but Pete stuck up for me and made sure I had a spot the team. I was the right fielder, which in slowpitch softball is reserved for the worst player, but I at least was on the team. I greatly wished that he was single and that the two of us could go out on the town to pick up chicks together. But it was still a great time nonetheless. It was mid-October when I decided I wanted to find a real girlfriend for a change. This was probably because Pete was spending more time with Sarah now that our summer activities had come to an end. I set my sights on Claire, the gorgeous African American front desk worker. She and I had been friendly since I started working there and had just ended things with her last girlfriend a few weeks prior. I wanted to think of something smooth to win her over like Pete did with Sarah. Halloween was coming up and I decided my plan would revolve around the firm's Halloween party. I decided I would to the party dressed as the hottest brunette I could possibly make myself because I knew that Claire had a thing for brunettes. I had my doubts I could pull this off because I had zero crossdressing experience, but I knew I would give it my full effort. And I figured that even if I couldn't pass as a sexy brunette then at least Claire would see that I was an outgoing liberal guy and give me a chance anyway just for trying. It probably wasn't as good a plan as Pete's, but it was best I could think of. Pete only laughed and said good luck when I told him, but Sarah was surprisingly giddy about the idea and said she would do her best to transform me into a knockout. A week before the party Sarah said that we would spend as much time as necessary to make me as feminine as possible. It turned out that Sarah and I could pretty much wear the same sizes since we were almost exactly the same height and had similar waists and leg measurements. She was a bit more well-endowed when it came to breasts though, being a large C cup. But she thought that with the right breasts forms, her bras would be perfect for my body type. She had me try on nearly every piece of clothing she owned including dresses, blouses, camisoles, tights, skirts, bras, regular panties, thongs, g-strings, bikinis, lingerie sets, garter sets, baby dolls, high heels, and the sexiest high heel boots. I couldn't believe how much wearing these things turned me on, but I did my best to hide it because I didn't want Sarah telling Pete. She spent most of her time teaching me how to do my own makeup and teaching how to act more feminine. Walking, sitting, and talking were the hard parts, but after a few hours each day I had it down pretty well. Pete had a good time watching all this. He always had a good laugh each time I walked by him in heels. All I could do was smile, flip him my middle finger and walk to another room. New Lovers The day of the party arrived and I couldn't have been more excited. Sarah came over that afternoon to help me pick out my outfit and to make sure I did my makeup as well as possible. She also came over to coordinate costumes with Pete. She was going as probably the sexiest Catwoman you'd ever see and he was going as probably the hunkiest Batman you'd ever see. My first step was to take a bubble bath and shave off every inch of my body except my hair of course. I wanted to be as feminine and realistic as possible for Claire. Sarah, or I should Catwoman, came in to help with my outfit. We decided to go for a more casual feminine look. This started with the sexiest black g-string that Sarah had. It barely covered my penis in the front and in the back looked so sexy stuck in between my ass cheeks. Next we picked a pair of skin tight blue jeans that hugged my hips perfectly and made my ass absolutely pop. Did I mention I was a cross country runner in college? It paid off. My ass and legs were easily as sexy as Sarah's would have been in those jeans. We then applied the breast forms with adhesive and covered them with a very sexy black lace bra that matched the black g-string. Then we picked out a very cute and sparkly light blue camisole top that slid on perfectly. Sarah decided not to take any chances and did my makeup for me, which I thought was unnecessary because I'd been practicing all week for this. But I couldn't complain because I thought it was stunning. She kept the cover-up subtle but managed to make it look like I'd never once grown any facial hair. She applied a light touch of dark mascara and the hottest pink lipstick I could imagine. Next she added some acrylic nails to my fingers and painted my toenails hot pink, both of which couldn't have been sexier. She fitted me with the perfect brunette wig that we picked out at the costume shop and added a cute matching heart earring and necklace set to complete the look. I then stepped into a pair of three inch black strappy heels that I could die for. When we were finished Sarah I looked in the mirror and both were shocked. She then sprayed me with the most delicious perfume I had ever smelled. Sarah said that she would take me home herself if she was into girls, which made me laugh because I'm not a girl, right? I certainly looked the part, and was really starting to feel the part. I then took the black purse she gave me and filled it with the essentials for the night. These included my cell phone, wallet, keys, perfume, lipstick, mascara, and some condoms in case I got lucky with Claire that night. Sarah stayed in my room to work on her outfit, which was a rental and was more worn-out then she expected, while I headed down to the kitchen to get a much needed nerve calming beer. As I came down the stairs I noticed Pete, or should I say unmasked Batman, was sitting on the living room couch watching a college football game. I decided to ask for his approval. I walked as silently as I could on the carpet so he wouldn't notice me. I stood right beside the TV and did sexiest pose I could think of. In my most sexy feminine voice I said, "Hey Peter, so am I a hottie?" No answer. He just stared at me with a look that was hard to read, but he was definitely bewildered. The longer he looked at me the more I began to blush. Friends, Roommates, and Lovers "Pete, I asked you a question. Am I at least passible?" "Yes,'' was all he said after another pause. "Well you're looking good, Batman. I bet you and Catwoman are going to have some crazy animal sex tonight,'' I said as I headed to the fridge. "Hey Petey boy, want a beer?" "No thanks," he replied after yet another long pause. "You answered too late anyway," I said as I was already sitting down next to him on the couch in a ladylike pose. I thought he was acting very strange. He's never once been this distant with me since we started rooming together. As we continued to wait for Sarah, I noticed Pete shift away from me a bit on the couch and then put a pillow over his lap. I started to ask what was wrong, but before I could Sarah came down the stairs and Pete bounced up to meet her. The three of us then headed over to the party together in Pete's car. I couldn't help but notice that Pete was staring at me in the back seat with his rear view mirror the whole ride over. What was wrong with him? Why was he being so weird? Was he mad at me for something? As soon as we entered the party I sought out to find Claire as I wanted to get to her before either of us got too tipsy. I left my two superheroes to party by themselves and headed for the bar area where I hoped Claire would be. Sure enough there she was, dressed in a sexy angel outfit that included an extremely short white skirt, white stockings, and a pair of wings. I must say I was quite fond of this look. I sat down right next to her and ordered a vodka and cranberry. Then I turned to her, smiled, and in my feminine voice said, "Hi my Angel." "Hi yourself," she replied. "Do you even work here?" "It's me," I said in my normal voice. "Oh my god! Jamie? You look so sexy girl," exclaimed Claire. "I never would have known it was you if you didn't use your real voice." "Well I know how you like sexy brunettes, so I decided to be your sexy brunette for the night," I said back in my feminine voice. "Well it's working girl. Stand up and let me get a look at you." I did exactly as she said, making sure to show off my perfect ass as much as possible. Then I grabbed her hand and led her to the dance floor. I was fairly confident in walking in my heels, but dancing was something different. Clearly this was something I should have practiced. However, it turned out to work out to my advantage because when Claire noticed me stumble she simply pulled me closer and helped me keep my balance by grinding all over me. I'm sure this sexy angel and sexy brunette combination was gaining a lot of the attention around the room, but I was too occupied to really notice as this was one of the sexiest experiences of my life, thus far. We were both really getting into it and started to make out a little bit. I then noticed Sarah and Pete were dancing right beside us, and they were both looking so hot. Did I say both? I meant Sarah was looking so hot. In between songs I noticed Sarah whisper something into Claire's ear. When the next song started they began dancing with each other, leaving Pete and I to stand there looking like fools. That's when Pete pulled me close to him. I figured what the hell and started grinding on him like I was with Claire. I could smell the alcohol on his breath, but didn't think much of it as I'd been drinking too. After a few minutes, and I hated to admit this to myself, but I realized I was getting far more turned on dancing with Pete than I did with Claire. It must be because I was getting glances at Claire and Sarah dancing together, I thought. Yeah that was it. It couldn't have had anything to do with Pete's rock hard bulge that I had just felt rubbing against my waist. Luckily I didn't have to feel it for long as the song ended and the four of us headed back to the bar. I ordered drinks for Claire and myself as we sat down next to each other. My mind was not focused on her as I saw that Pete and Sarah seemed to be having a bit of a disagreement. Claire then pulled my faced back toward her and began kissing me again. I could tell she was really getting hot and ready. My plan had totally worked and I could bring her back to my place any time I wanted. I noticed that Pete and Sarah were gone from the bar, which meant I had to stall because dammit they were our ride home. I ordered another round and told Claire I was heading to the restroom. When I reached the restrooms I couldn't decide if should go into the men's or the women's. Not that it mattered because I only left to call Pete to make sure if I needed to find another ride. I got out my phone and called Pete's number. As soon as I dialed I heard what I knew to be Pete's ringtone coming from another room. I cautiously walked back to where I heard the sound because I figured I would probably run into Batman fucking Catwoman. But that wasn't the case. All I saw was Pete sitting alone in the office break room. When I entered, his eyes shot up at me. We were ominously alone. That's when he got up and began walking toward me. "Where's Sarah? I'm getting really close with Claire, so we should head back soon," I said as he came even closer. "She's being a bitch about her costume tearing. And some other shit," said Pete in a voice that was muffled by his mask. "She already left." "Oh well that's too bad, okay then are you ready to take us ba-," I was cut off. I was cut off by Pete reaching out and pulling me close to him. I could really smell the booze on him now and was frightened for the first time ever while in his presence. "Do you know how sexy you look? Much hotter than Claire or even Sarah tonight," said Pete while tracing his hand down my back toward my ass. "I guess Sarah did a good job," I said breathless. I hate to admit, but I was not only frightened, I was becoming more aroused by the second. "But you're really starting to scare me, what's gotten in-," he cut me off again. This time I was cut off by him pressing his lips against mine. I tried to struggle away, but as one of his hands found my ass, the other found the back off my neck. I couldn't go anywhere. And I couldn't do anything except get more turned on. I opened up for him and let his tongue explore my mouth, and I soon was returning the favor. We continued to kiss for what seemed like an eternity as my hands began to rub up and down his muscular chest. His left hand stayed put on my ass and right hand found its way to my breasts. This was by far the hottest kiss I had ever experienced in my life, and it was with a man. It was with my best friend. What the hell were we doing? This was so wrong wasn't it? I snapped out of the trance I was in. I managed to pull my mouth away from his and screamed, "Pete let me go. It's me Jamie! What the hell are we doing?" "Just what feels right," he said trying to pull me back. "No it's not right, leave me alone and go find Sarah!" I yelled as he finally let go of me. "I don't think I want Sarah any-," this time I cut him off by slamming the break room door as I stormed out. I had to get myself under control. I headed to the ladies room, where Pete wouldn't dare go, and cleaned myself up. I took a little pee and then fixed my makeup as a wanted to look good for Claire. I guess we would have to find another ride. Pete had clearly lost it. Right? There was no way we should have been doing that, even though it felt amazing. Focus on Claire I thought. I headed back to the bar, but she was nowhere to be seen. I figured I would order another drink and look around for her. I sat patiently but still didn't see her. Then I asked the bartender if he had seen the sexy angel recently. He said that she left with another brunette who was dressed in a dark angel costume. That must have been Melissa, her ex-girlfriend. Dammit. All of this was for nothing, thanks a lot Pete. I ordered another drink and tried my best to gather myself, my thoughts, and my emotions. Before I realized it I was pretty much the only person left at the party and it was well past 2 AM. I decided that I should just go home and sleep this off, and maybe I would leave in the morning and never have to deal with Pete again. I thought about calling a cab, but I figured he'd probably just hit on me too and I didn't want that. It wasn't that long of a walk. Thirty minutes later I regretted that decision, but had finally made it home. The only problem was that I would have to walk through Pete's floor to get my room. Fuck. He was definitely home because I passed his car in the driveway. Hopefully he had already passed out. I turned my key and entered as quietly as possible so not to wake him up. Surely he'd be out by 3 AM. Not only was he up but he was sitting right on the stairs so I had to pass him. He could be such pain in the ass. "I'm so sorry Jamie," said Pete honestly. "I don't know what came over me, it's just that you look so beautiful and I was drunk. I know that's not an excuse for how I acted, but I am truly sorry." I hadn't expected such a heartfelt apology. He clearly had been here waiting for me and had sobered up quite a bit in the last hour. He stood up and slowly walked toward me, which made me unbelievably nervous. He asked, "Is there any way you can forgive me?" He was sincerely asking for my forgiveness. What would I be forgiving him for? As I thought about it, I realized all he really did was make the first move. It was clear that we both enjoyed it, why was it so wrong? He was my best friend. It was the hottest I've ever felt in my life. If that was wrong I guess I didn't deserve to be right. The ball was in my court now. All I had to do was forgive him and I could go straight to bed and forget that anything ever happened. But I couldn't do that, I had to be honest with him. I'd never lied to him before and there's no reason I should start now. "Kiss me again," I said. "What? Are you shh-," I cut him off for the second time that night. This time I cut him off by jumping into his arms and pressing my soft lips to his. My tongue shot into his mouth as his hands found their way back to my ass. We continued our lip-lock as he lifted me into his arms and carried me to his bedroom. I had never been hornier in my entire life, and I was never more certain I was doing the right thing. As soon as he sat me down, my hands immediately made their way down to Pete's shorts. I guess he changed when he got back because the Batman costume was gone and he was only wearing gym shorts and a t-shirt; this only made my job easier. I pulled his shorts and his boxers down in one motion, revealing his rock hard cock that was at least nine inches. "Oh baby, you're so big," I breathed as I began to kiss the tip. Mine was a respectable six inches, but was nowhere near as thick as this monster. Sarah was a lucky girl, I thought. Oh wait, I guess I was the lucky girl now. I licked up and down all sides of the shaft while cupping his balls with my right hand. I looked up and made eye contact with Pete, and he was enjoying the action as much as I was. I shot him a dirty smile and proceeded to engulf my mouth around his beautiful cock. I tried by best to deep throat him, but only about six inches deep. Maybe with practice, I thought. I slowly began to bob up and down on him, while licking the head in between bobs. I was careful to use my tongue to make sure teeth didn't rub. This was the turning out to be best blowjob I'd ever experienced, and I was giving instead of receiving. It wasn't long before I felt his cock throbbing. The tip was growing and pulsating and I was so ready to taste his manly juices. "I'm cumming," Pete moaned. I refused to slow down even though I knew he was about to explode. Suddenly, spurt after spurt of his hot juices shot into the back of my mouth. I was never more pleased with any accomplishment in my life than making Peter Halpert's cock explode in my mouth. I licked and cleaned his cock as best I could, and I was sure to savor every last drop. Then Pete, who had already taken his shirt off, pulled me up to my feet. Our lips met again with the most passion yet, even though I still had his juices on my lips. In between our kisses, he lifted my blouse over my head and began to explore my bra covered breasts. I traced my acrylic nails across his muscular chest down toward his ripped abs. He was such a stud! He had me panting with each kiss as I was ready to do whatever he wanted. I turned around and pressed my ass against his cock, and then I bent down to undo my heels, teasing him the entire time. I faced him again, wrapped my hand around his reviving cock and stuck my tongue back into his mouth. He responded by lifting me up and placing me on my back. His hands pinned my arms down on his bed and he started kissing my neck. I was so turned on that I could barely breathe. Pete then shifted his focus to my feet. He kissed my toes for a few seconds before heading down to unbutton my jeans. I pushed my ass up in the air help him to pull off my jeans, leaving me in only my matching g-string and bra. I could tell this sight drove him wild as he dove down and kissed my inner thighs. He kissed and licked me down there for a while and then decided to slide off my g-string exposing my penis and my waiting hole. He started to make his way toward my penis, but I was not interested in that. I wanted to be all woman for him and if he was going to give me head, he would be eating out my boy pussy. I pushed his head back down between my ass cheeks and he quickly got the message. I had never had anything in my ass before, but now his tongue was certainly welcome. He licked around the entrance for a while which had me purring. Then he drove his tongue as deep into me as possible. He then inserted a first finger deep into me and then a second, no doubt hoping to prepare for what was to come. From the girly juices I noticed oozing out of my penis, I believed I was ready for it. I reached for my purse, which had conveniently fallen on the bed beside me, and pulled out a condom. I had planned to use these with Claire, but I thought things had worked out for the better. I would let him take me bareback, but with all the sex he'd been having with Sarah I figured it was best to err on the side of caution. I reached up to hand the condom to Pete, but he only met me with a devilish grin and did not take it. "No offense baby, but those are a bit small for me," he said as he reached for his night stand drawer. "None taken, but you better be gentle with that monster," I said as I saw him pull out a magnum condom and a bottle of lube. "I promise to be gentle, at first," he replied with another devilish grin. As a watched him apply the condom to his massive cock, I had the sudden realization that I was about to be fucked. And I loved it. He then applied some lube to his penis and then some more to my begging boy pussy. "You ready?" "Yes Pete. Never been more ready for anything," I replied as I was certain I had never wanted anything more than I wanted his cock inside me at that very moment. He pulled my legs up to rest on top of his shoulders in order to give himself better access to me. Then he placed the tip of his cock at my entrance and slowly started to push his way in. He got about a finger length deep when I felt a sharp pain shoot through my body. But I knew I could take it, and I had to take it because we both needed it. I couldn't help but gasp when I realized he was finally balls deep into me. Thankfully, Pete seemed to know what he was doing as he kept himself deep inside me to allow my body to adjust to his size. With his cock still buried deep in me our lips met in another embrace. I dug my nails deep into Pete's back as he slowly began to pump. His pace was powerful, but also slow and gentle. The sight of my penis flopping back and forth with each thrust drove me wild. "I love you Jamie," whispered Pete while continuing his slow and steady pace. "I love you too," I purred before pulling his lips to mine for a loving kiss. "But Pete, you better FUCK. ME. HARDER!" And that's exactly what he did. His pace rapidly quickened as his thrusts into me became stronger and stronger. He began nibbling on my earlobes as my nails started scratching hard into his ass cheeks. Before I knew it, I was moaning louder than I ever imagined I could. Pete's grunts made me even hotter. His bed was slamming against the wall in rhythm with his strokes. The sound of our pleasure, and his balls slapping against my ass cheeks, filled the room. We probably woke the neighbors, but definitely didn't care. The smell of our sex in the air was intoxicating. I was in heaven. And I was coming closer and closer to my imminent climax. "Ohhh fuck, fuck, fuck," I cried as my penis oozed a full load of my feminine juices. It was the most intense orgasm I ever had. My orgasm must have set Pete off because he then started fucking me harder than at any point before. His grunts became louder and louder as my moans turned into more of a feminine squealing. He had to be getting close to his own orgasm. Sure he was a stud, but there's no way anyone could last much longer. He thrusted hard into me one last time as our lips met once again. His cock then exploded inside my tight hole. I could feel his juices filling me up and dripping out. The condom must have broken at some point, but I no longer cared. His cock remained semi-erect inside of me as we continued to make out for the next several minutes. Then exhaustion hit us both. Pete finally pulled out of my ass and removed the condom. Then he collapsed down beside me and I cuddled up to him and fell asleep with my head resting on his shoulder. New Beginnings The next morning I awoke in what seemed to be my rightful place; cuddled up next to Peter Halpert. I couldn't help but smile as I looked up into his eyes. He was already awake and seemed as if he'd been watching me for a while. "Hey beautiful," he said. "How are you doing this morning?" "Never better," I replied with the biggest smile on my face. "What about you?" "I have no doubts that this is where I'm meant to be," he said. "In bed with you." "What about Sarah?" "What about her? She doesn't interest me anymore," he replied honestly, with an answer that made me very happy. "Why did she really leave the party last night?" "Well her costume really did tear, but she was really pissed about something else," he said while looking at me very seriously. "She said she caught me getting turned on by you when we were dancing. Her plan was to tease me by dancing with Claire, but she said that I didn't notice her at all because I was 'entranced' by you. Then she stormed off after saying that I should 'go fuck Jamie' if I was so turned on by you. After all that I decided to go to a quiet area to think for a while, but then you walked in." "Oh," I said. "Well I knew it couldn't have just been the costume thing. But I'm glad she said something to you. I mean it obviously worked out for us." He just smiled. "I do kind of feel bad for her though. After all, she was the one who he lent me her clothes and makeup and taught me how to be feminine. She couldn't have known that I'd end up stealing her man by the end of the night," I said with a sexy grin. "Yeah. It could be rough facing her at work after all this," he said. "But she's smart and beautiful. And she thinks way too highly of herself for this to keep her down for a while. She'd probably take credit for setting us up." "I imagine she would," I replied just before kissing my new man. "Let's go make some breakfast," said Pete jumping out bed with his hand out for me to follow. Before leaving his room I noticed a pair of Sarah's skimpy boy shorts lying on the floor of Pete's room. I figured she wouldn't need those anymore as I pulled them up on my way to the kitchen. Pete and I didn't stop smiling for a second, or say a single word, as we devoured our breakfast of pancakes and eggs. I guess a late night filled with the best sex you've ever had really makes you hungry. Friends, Roommates, and Lovers "Well," said Pete after breakfast. "What should we do now?" "Well, baby, it's almost noon," I began. "So that means we can go sit on the couch and play video games for about an hour, until the Giants and Cowboys game starts. You can start watching the game and I'll head upstairs to freshen up. I'll probably take a quick shower, redo my makeup, and put on Sarah's sexiest pink babydoll nightie and maybe some matching stockings. Then I'll come back down, and you can fuck me doggie style while we watch the rest of the game." "Sounds like a plan," he muttered while looking quite flushed. The end Author's note: I hope you enjoyed the story. Please rate and comment. And let me know if I should come up with a continuation of this story.