When a friend of mine recommended an eighteen-year-old girl for one of the two rooms I was subletting, I was skeptical but he assured me she was mature. He told me she had worked with him as an intern during her last semester in high school. I needed the cash so I trusted his judgement sight unseen. How much trouble could a girl who was going to double major in philosophy and political science be.
When she moved in I remember seeing her big head of curly blonde hair and her cute made up face and thinking that she wasn’t the nerdy girl I’d expected. She acted like a prissy little princess, but lacked confidence, so she came off immature and awkward.
The first night I had some friends over, and she came downstairs all dolled up and looking much better than she had earlier. This was mostly because she wore a low cut top that put her substantial cleavage on display. Of course my friends hung on every word as she claimed to be a brown belt in Taekwondo, a good tennis player, and a sexual dynamo who preferred older guys. She even bragged about the way she’d handled her ex-boyfriends big dick.
My friends would have been happy to have a one-night-stand with her, but I saw trouble so I made sure to thwart them. She seemed like an emotional mess who’d end up making shit awkward or worse.
During the ensuing weeks I’d gotten to know her better. She mostly dropped the princess act except for when my friends were around, but while we watched Wimbledon she was talking a lot of shit about her tennis game. I finally agreed to play her in the hope that I’d shut her up. When she came down wearing her fancy tennis whites, and carrying two carbon fibre rackets I figured she might be better than I’d thought. I only had a shitty old aluminum racket.
Once we started playing it seemed apparent that a part of her game plan was to distract me with her big tits, or at least that was what the result of the humid day, clingy shirt, and a bra that wasn’t up to holding her 34d’s. I still won but it was close.
On the way back to the house she kept saying how I’d gotten lucky and that she’d beat me next time. I appreciated her competitiveness but my tall frame and long arms gave me a huge advantage over her short stacked five-foot-two body.
Once at home we watched more Wimbledon. She was still full of energy and sore about loosing so she challenged me to wrestle. I told her it wasn’t a good idea but she tried to pin me on the day bed that we used as our couch. I was on my back laughing and pushing myself up with my arm before she could count to two. She was determined, so she reached for my arm to push me down. Now I’m spread out with her big boobs pressing against me, and I start to get a boner which I’d hoped she wouldn’t notice, or if she did notice I hoped she’d be cool, but then she starts rubbing up against my hard dick with her thigh and laughing.
She was being playful but I’m thinking its not cool. So when she relaxed a little, I flipped her over. She looked at my tented shorts and laughed, then grabbed my package. I’m pissed off now but also turned on. I grab her boobs with both hands and she says. “Tit for tat,” and starts laughing harder, but doesn’t let go of me and gives me this smirk like “Is that all you’ve got?” I remember her bragging about her ex’s big dick, so it kinda freaks me out but also makes me want to show her I can handle my business.
I pulled off her shirt and bra then pushed her onto the bed and devoured her bare sweaty breasts while she reached in my shorts. I remember smelling her arousal, and then next thing I know we’re fucking.
Her big round tits moved with every thrust. I tried to see how much I could get them to move. Soon we worked up a rhythm so that each one was moving in a circular motion. It was mesmerizing.
I know it was stupid. I should have resisted but those tits were amazing, and she’d been asking for it. Now that were doing it I decided to see what she could handle. I stopped and then gave her a quick short cock stab not all the way in. She grabbed me with her legs again but I pulled back and made her want the dick more. She groaned. “Come on, just fuck me.” I went in slow, then pulled back quick, stopped halfway, then eased back and pulled out so that my head was resting on her engorged cunt. I reached around for her legs, grabbed her ankles, and pulled them up while still resting at her entrance. When she tilted her hips up I rammed in hard and continued to jackhammer the fuck out of her.
“Ow, ow, ow,” she yelped and said, “not so deep.” I let go of her legs and look down into her big blue eyes and smirked like she’d done earlier. She pouted. I should have pulled out and jizzed all over her big tits, but I slid back in and commenced the rhythmic fucking. She was a pain in the ass but her boobs were amazing. I was mentally banking the image of her jiggling breasts, there was a good chance I’d never see a better pair of juicy overstuffed funbags.
She tensed up and grabbed the side of the mattress, her face showed a concerned look. I thrust hard and fast, she put her hand on my abs as I came.
When I pulled out I looked down. My cock and thighs were covered in our juices. I said, “I gotta clean up,” and went upstairs thinking I’d fucked up. She was seven years younger than me, my tenant, and not someone I wanted a relationship with. This would be a disaster.
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