Letting it all hang out: [M]y future wi[F]e and her [F]reshman roommate

… some good times in college from a long time back!

The first glimpse:

This all starts at the beginning of freshman year. I’d just got to college and about a week in, I’d met everyone on my dorm floor but was still getting to know people. Naturally, I was especially interested in getting to know the freshman girls. This one particular night, after some or other social event, I and an upperclassman guy were chatting with Kate and Monica, two seemingly pleasant and attractive first-year soccer players who shared a room. It was late and they’d already changed into pyjamas — Monica in shorts and t-shirt and Kate in a short-legged onsie-type thing. They were sitting on a couple of bean bag chairs on the far side of their room and me and the other guy were standing in the doorway, and we were just chatting about random stuff — classes, home, people we knew. Turned out Kate and I were from the same state and Kate vaguely knew a couple of my friends from back home. Kate was a little restless and was shifting around on the chair. We were getting on to talk about some of Monica’s classes when I noticed in the corner of my eye that Kate’s legs were a little apart and the onesie had shifted itself to one side. A cute splash of golden curls with a little slit below were plainly visible. It was quite clear Kate had no idea she was doing this and there was a moment where I could have interrupted to alert her, but I couldn’t think of a tactful way to describe the situation, and then it seemed too late to do so. If the other guy had noticed anything, he made no sign, so I attempted to just ignore it and follow the conversation, while the sight of Kate’s pretty pussy continued to decorate my peripheral vision until she shifted again a few minutes later. After half an hour or so, with a few more glimpses as Kate got tired and slouched low in the chair, we all called in a night.

The first moves:

So the next day I asked Kate if she wanted to get food and ice cream from this funky place across campus after her practice. She met me with her curly hair still wet from the shower and we headed off. The tone here was totally platonic so far. But we talked a lot and halfway back she abruptly asked if I wanted to take a longer route back through the city. I said sure and we walked for a long time past the streetlights and storefronts and across a bridge or two. I kept telling her things that made her laugh and started walking a lot closer to her. We got back to the dorm, and headed off to her room to find Monica was out. We sat on the beanbag chairs for about thirty seconds before I touched her leg and we were suddenly making out. She pushed me over onto her bed, and I wriggled out of the buttondown shirt I was wearing and untucked my t-shirt. She put her hand on my abs and kissed them a little, and then came up and made out some more while I felt her ass and I’m sure she could feel the bulge in my pants pressing against her. Then, we broke it off. She said she didn’t usually do this and didn’t want to rush things. Besides, we had never closed the door and we had no idea when Monica was coming back! Feeling a little overwhelmed myself, I was fine with that and made to get up and go, but not before she said thanks and gave me a last sweet kiss on the lips while briefly touching my cock through my pants.

Then, feeling amazing, I went back to my own room, where my roommate was snoring loudly in his boxers on the upper bunk.

A mindblowing surprise:

Kate was a bit distant the next few days. We were busy with class and practice and stuff anyway, and whenever I went to see her she seemed to be headed off somewhere else. But, I ran into Monica a lot. If Kate had told her anything about our little interlude she gave no sign. Monica and I were in the same major and taking a lot of the same classes. One day we came back from class together at the end of the day and she needed to drop by her room to change for practice. I came along to see if Kate was there — she wasn’t — but to my surprise Monica started changing for practice right in front of me. She pulled off her shirt, exposing the white bra underneath. I asked if I should step out but she was like “nah, it’ll just be a minute”. I made a show of looking at various trinkets around the room while she stripped to her panties, rummaged for her sports bra, practice jersey and shorts, and then suited up. Just as she was leaving Kate showed up, late for practice. I said hi, and she said I should leave so she could change. I was like “OK, but Monica didn’t mind me being here when she changed.” “Oh, really?” said Kate. But I left anyway.

Early the next morning, I was awoken by the sound of someone trying the handle on the door of my room. We often didn’t lock the door at night. It was just barely light outside. At first I thought it was my roommate but I could still hear him snoring. Then I noticed it was Kate. She crept in wearing the buttondown shirt I’d left behing the week before. As she approached my bed — the lower bunk — it became clear she was wearing nothing else and the front wasn’t even buttoned. It hung down long on her, past her hips. She had just been holding it closed, and she put a finger to her lips as she let go the hem of the shirt and crept into my bed. We started making out and I was instantly hard. She ran her hand down my body, into my boxers, and cupped her hand on my balls. Then she put her finger to her lips again and began to flip around, hovering over me in a 69 position. She pulled at my boxers and I helped her get rid of them as quickly as I could. I could see and smell her pussy inches above me as she held my cock in her hand and looked at it intently. Then she put my cock in her mouth, pulling me in with her hands on my hips and my balls. I tried to get my tongue on her clit but she didn’t seem to want that and I went with some moistened fingers instead, but really, I was being driven totally wild by the intense feeling of her tongue and lips on my cock, and at the same time working hard not to make a sound, since my roommate was still sleeping three feet above us.

Now, I’d dated a couple of girls in high school but nothing went this far. I wasn’t sure how she was planning to end this. She shifted a little to focus on my cock and make just a little eye contact through her curly hair. We pulled the shirt off her and I got a sheet partway around us in case my roommate woke up. And then she moved her hand to the base of my shaft and I was on the edge. I tried to indicate this to her and give her the chance to change plans — holding my breath a little — but she just blew me with even more vigor and then I erupted in her mouth. I worked hard to stay silent, with short breaths as I convulsed and kept cumming. She slowed down, then paused, then swallowed a little, her lips still sealed tightly around my penis. She carefully pulled me out, perfectly clean, swallowed the rest, looked up at me for a moment, and then started licking and sucking again. At this point, post-orgasm, my tip was hyper-sensitive and I had to pull her away. She came back up with a smile, licking her lips. I tried to thank her and said something about wanting to get her off, but she just whispered “next time”, put the shirt back on, and left. My roommate was still snoring.

Her roommate:

Well, basically for the next couple of months I never saw my own cum. Kate and I snuck in oral sex somewhere, somehow, at least once a day. I started spending the night in her room. Monica was fine with me staying there as long as she didn’t have to see us “doing stuff”, but with the lights out, we got good at being quiet, even when it was my chance to provide.

Now, Kate and Monica routinely saw each other naked in the showers at soccer, and as you’ve seen above neither is terribly prudish, but for the first week or two we kept things somewhat modest in their room. Kate slept in a long t-shirt or the onsie, I in boxers, Monica in t-shirt and shorts, and though Kate changed in the open Monica kept things legit, changing in the closet or around a corner. But, late one night when we’d (well at least I’d) been drinking heavily, we were sitting around on the beds and those beanbag chairs, and my penis flopped out of my boxers. I was embarrassed, but Monica and Kate thought it was hilarious.

Monica was usually up earlier than us since she had an early class. A couple days after the bit above, I woke up when Monica came back into the room after her morning shower. Under a sleepy eyelid I noticed this time she simply hung up the towel, then brushed her hair, then got dressed, all out in the open with her muscular butt and cute black bush. I pretended to be asleep and indeed dosed off again eventually. I mentioned it to Kate later and she said yeah, Monica had always done that before I started staying there. The next day I woke up again when Monica came in and before she cast off the towel I said “you know I’m not always asleep when you come in.” She just said “let me know if it ever bothers you or Kate”. I just shrugged and laid back down, and Monica proceeded to hang up the towel and get dressed. Pretty soon we got really casual about it all and Monica started sleeping topless even when I was there, and I started sleeping naked beside Kate.

After a couple of months, Monica got a long term boyfriend of her own and usually spent the night in his room, but would still come back each morning to shower and change. That, and birth control, gave me and Kate a lot more time and space to explore, which we’ve been doing for almost two decades now.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/76o584/letting_it_all_hang_out_my_future_wife_and_her