[MF] [Exhibition] The creepy roommate of my FWB turned out to be a bit of a nympho

I was well into my first year as a graduate student and several weekend parties had supplied me with quite a few new friends that quickly became friends PLUS, if you know what I’m saying.

(I’m saying we fucked a bunch. Like friends plus fucking. In case that was mysterious at all. There was sex.)

One such friend was a woman I’ll call Tinkerbell, mainly because she was strangely obsessed with fairies and decorated all her possessions with them. Tinkerbell was a townie, so not somebody I knew through school. This was perfect for me because it meant that there was very little risk of the awkwardness of slowly building attachments through constant contact, as I never saw her unless I happened to be at the mall where she worked. Since I hate the mall, this meant I pretty much only saw her when she contacted me for sex. For a friend with benefits situation, that’s about as ideal as it gets.

I was studying on a Wednesday night when my laptop flashed with a new instant message from Tinkerbell. Yes, this story involves AOL Instant Messenger. For the younger readers out there, this was basically text messages you could only access on your computer. This was a pre-youtube-and-facebook era internet, if you can imagine it.

Tinkerbell asks me if I’m up. Why yes, I am. I tell her that I’m studying and she sends me a frowny face and then asks if I want to take a break. She then sends me a photo of her pussy. At least, I assume that’s what she sent. It was a very dark and grainy webcam shot. But I understood the implications of it. Tinkerbell wasn’t exactly what you’d call “subtle.”

I tell Tink to give me fifteen minutes to shower and I’ll be right over. I was grateful for how late she’d contacted me because that meant her roommate would likely be asleep. I wasn’t the biggest fan of Tink’s roommate because she creeped me out. She didn’t talk very much, and she had a tendency to stare in a very unnerving way. A few times I’d watched TV at Tink’s apartment while waiting for her to get ready to go out somewhere and her roommate would just stare at me, watching me watch TV. If I happened to look over at her and smile a polite smile, she’d remain expressionless and not avert her staring gaze for even a second.

Like I said, unnerving.

If it wasn’t for the emotionless looks she gave me I’d probably have found her very attractive. She was thicker than Tink, and wore most of her weight on her chest. She wore a lot of baggy shirts around the apartment but there was no hiding those big tits. She always wore glasses and her hair was a bit of an unflattering cut that I think she didn’t know what to do with so she usually just pinned it up and forgot about it. This was in Texas, but she would have been right at home in a Midwestern Frumpy Mom Convention.

Frumpy isn’t a big deal to me. I can work with that. It was the staring that destroyed any desire I might have had to get to know her. She didn’t strike me as staring because she wanted to jump my bones. More like staring because she wanted to wear my bones on a necklace. If you’ve ever been in an awkward conversation with somebody and your warning senses are going off and telling you to evacuate being near this person, you’ll know what I’m talking about.

Suffice to say, I was quiet as a mouse when I entered Tink’s apartment later. I didn’t want to run any risk of waking the roommate. Tink answered the door in a tank top and panties, ensuring that I was ready to play pretty much immediately. We tiptoed to her room and I wasted no time getting that shirt over her head so I could take her nipples in my mouth. Tink didn’t have much in the way of breasts, but her nipples were fat and oh so suckable. And she was a big fan of having them played with, as I already knew. She could make herself cum rather quickly just from light stimulation while having her nipples sucked.

So naturally I made that happen in short order. Less than ten minutes of foreplay and she had soaked right through her panties so those came off next. She laughed because I immediately craned my neck to see her ass (I am painfully transparent), which was, as always, fantastic. She grabbed my shirt and pulled me in for a kiss before turning around and rubbing her ass against my crotch while reaching behind her head to grab me and pull me into her back. I needed no encouragement but she still managed to give me some, whispering, “I’ve been thinking about bending over for this cock all day,” and “Help me forget about my shitty job for a little bit” (she complained endlessly about her job, I remember that very distinctly).

Without any hesitation I pushed her forward until her legs hit the edge of her bed, causing her to fall forward so she could bend over against it. I didn’t even bother taking my pants all the way off as I eased myself out before sliding on a condom and pushing inside her. She was so wet we didn’t even have to go slow and be careful. I was able to sink halfway in pretty much immediately, and in no time at all she was encouraging me to fuck her harder and faster. I obliged.

It was about the point that I started randomly spanking her nice fat ass that I heard a small creaking noise. I was too engrossed to stop what I was doing so I disregarded it, but a few seconds later I heard it again, and this time I looked up in the direction of the sound. The room was dark except for a few scented candles (Tink watched a lot of romance movies and somehow decided that as long as there were lit candles all around us that somehow enhanced the experience of me fucking her hard against the side of her bed while she laid on her hand so she could rub her clit. I’m surprised she didn’t just play “Sadness” by Enigma on loop) so it took me a second to see what was going on, but when I did finally figure it out I was so surprised I nearly shouted.

As I’m sure everyone guessed, the noise I heard was the creeking of Tink’s door cracking open, and when I looked up, I saw her roommate watching us fuck from the hallway. The light was so low I might have missed it from glancing, but the candle light reflected off her glasses so it was obvious she was out there. I was so shocked I actually stopped fucking Tink for a second, which she mistook for me being tired, so she started bouncing herself back against me just as hard as I’d been fucking her before. I was still trying to gather my thoughts when I realized that Tink’s roommate, which we’ll call Creeper, had pulled her baggy shirt up over those huge tits and was tweaking her nipple with one hand while the other hand was shoved into her athletic shorts that she’d worn to bed.

She was staring at me again, and I had the sneaking suspicion the look was just as emotionless as it always was, but the combination of fear, lust, and confusion triple teamed me and transformed into a sort of exhibitionist excitement. I grabbed Tink’s hips and began fucking her for all I was worth, shaking the whole bed with each of my thrusts. She was surprised at my sudden aggression but aside from a low moaning voice quaking out, “ooohhh, you’re going to wake my roommate, fuck,” she had nothing more to say as I filled her up with my cock repeatedly.

What Tink could not see, since she was laying flat on her mattress while I fucked her, is that my eyes were trained on Creeper in that moment. Creeper saw though, and I could see her straighten up in the hallway, hesitating on what to do for a moment, before she finally stuffed her hand back into her shorts and began masturbating in earnest. Her hand was squeezing her tit the entire time and before I could stop myself I moaned out, “God, I love those fucking tits.”

Tink, who thought I was talking to her, turned her head to say, “Yeah? You like my big fat nipples? Want me to turn around so you can see ’em?”

Thinking quickly on my feet, I leaned over and pushed my hand under Tink’s body to squeeze her small breast, causing her to squirm on my cock as I continued fucking her. Crisis averted.

Turning back to Creeper, I saw she had pulled her shirt over her head so I could see her tits completely. She was no longer emotionless. She was smiling, and as she masturbated she shook her tits slowly from side to side so I could watch them sway.

It was too much for me. All of that happening at the same time was putting me over the edge. Still staring out at Creeper I managed to utter out, “Fuck, you’re going to make me cum.”

Just then, confetti exploded all around us and the mayor gave me the key to the city for my amazing achievement. No, that’s not true. I had an orgasm. But I thought I’d try to make it a little more exciting.

Tink and I were breathing heavily afterwards when, like a gift from the heavens, she suddenly laughingly exclaimed, “God*damn* you’re fucking big. I think I came four times.”

I don’t know if any of that is 100% true or not (she for sure came more than once, I could feel it), but just knowing that Creeper had heard her say that was immediately making me hard again. I could see her in the hall, pulling her hand out of her shorts, completely slick with her juices, and raising it up to her lips in a “Shhh” motion before she tip-toed away.

In post-orgasmic bliss I was a bit more freaked out, obviously. Mostly I felt guilt for focusing on somebody else when I’d arrived to fuck Tink. I had a quick debate on telling her what had happened but something told me that was going to end in a lot of tears. Even though I was busy, I scheduled Tink to come over to my place the following evening so I could alleviate my conscience a bit, but also made a mental note that I would likely have to have a conversation with Creeper at some point lest the whole situation go completely off the rails.

I promise I’ll write that story up soon – to assuage your curiosity a bit, I’ll tell you straight away that I never fucked Creeper. As strangely sexy as being watched while having sex turned out to be, it wasn’t able to shake away my uncomfortableness around her afterwards. However, we did engage in a little foreplay and I’d be lying if I said that wasn’t a little fun (and dangerous, since it happened while Tink was still at home).

And for those that will inevitably judge me for fucking one girl while another watches, or will discover that I had some sexy times with another girl while the first girl was even remotely nearby – I say to thee, big ol’ shrug. None of these women were my girlfriend. I was not in a committed relationship with any of them and we were all on the same page with that. Tink didn’t want me hanging around after sex any more than I wanted to be there because we didn’t have anything in common with each other once the business was concluded.

But oh, what glorious business meetings we did have. It was a lucrative temporary partnership.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5woprb/mf_exhibition_the_creepy_roommate_of_my_fwb