[MFF] Red Panty Night aka, My Ex and Her Roommate part 1/2 [long][virginity][christian girl]

Red Pantie Night

When I (21m) was back in college I spent the better part of a year dating, then breaking up with, then dating, then… a girl a year younger named Sarah. At the same time a coworker of mine who I’d play Call of Duty with was dating a girl in our year named Kate. Somehow the girls became friends, likely from hanging out in the dorm room while we guys played XBOX. At the start of the next year the girls decided to split an apartment.

Fast forward about 6 months and Sarah and I had broken it off on a Monday night. The following Friday I went to a friends Birthday Party and hooked up with a girl who was just a bit taller, skinnier, bustier, blonder, etc than Sarah and it got back to her, so we were done…for a few weeks. We end up back together and, true to form, the next Monday we break up again. I repeat my cycle by hooking up with another girl who is leaps and bounds hotter than Sarah the following weekend and we’re really broken up then.

Except every once in a while she’d swing by my dorm room for a little FWB situation.

Now somewhere between rebound girl 1 and rebound girl 2 my Call of Duty coworker cheats on Kate, then blames her (raised Baptist, still a virgin, wouldn’t put out) for it, and they break up.

Why did Sarah and I keep breaking up on Mondays? I was involved with my school’s Engineering Club and we had meetings Monday that lasted for hours and were terribly boring. I never left in a good mood, and Sarah loved to bring up something that would end up in a fight those evenings. Sarah and I had been broken up for about 6 months and had been meeting up to exchange fluids every week or two since when one particular Monday evening I was interrupted about an hour into my 3 hours of meetings by a stream of texts that went as follows:

S: “what color are your boxers?”

Me: “Whatever was at the top of the drawer.”

S: “What color!?!?!”

Me: “Red” (by the way, get some Saxx, best boxers around).

S: “Perfect, be here when you get out of your dork club”

a few minutes later:

Kate: “Red is a nice color”

Now my attention had been caught. While Sarah was not a bad looking girl, she was not the person who was going to turn heads. She was about 5’6” with a Renaissance-esque figure (big booty, plump waist, B cups) and had the unfortunately tendency to let her weight swing anywhere from 140-160. Kate, on the other hand, was a 9.5/10 on my definition of the perfect body. She was 5’2”, 105-110 lbs, with defined hips, waist and a gloriously pert pair of C cups. Pair that with her slim legs and flowing brunette locks, and I won’t even pretend to deny I hadn’t thought about her when I was alone. I guess I’ll take the time to describe me: 6’ even, 210 lbs, mostly muscle, but I probably could have stood to loose 15lbs, brown hair and eyes. I wasn’t a gym rat, but at the time I was involved with my school’s Rally car team, which involved a lot of time welding, bending steel tubes, and doing other shop work. I had the start of a dad-bod pooch, with the arms of mechanic and I filled out a pair of jeans well. I’ll also throw in that I measure a bit over 7”x6”, which isn’t super relevant except that Sarah had told Kate stories, and with her lack of experience, Kate thought that was huge.

Skip forward to 9:30 that night and I’m out of my meetings. I swing by my dorms to freshen up, eat, and have a couple rum and cokes then head to Sarah/Kate’s apartment.

When I walk in I am greeted by the two of them both in short (mid-thigh) skirts, tank tops, and very full glasses of wine. I start to realize that what I thought was going to be a quick fuck with Sarah might be something different. They celebrate my arrival by welcoming me to “Red Pantie Night” and pour me a glass of wine that would get any waiter fired for giving alcohol away.

As the night progresses I’m a bit confused because, to be honest I have no idea what is going on other than that I am drinking, rather quickly, with the girl I’ve been hooking up with, her conservative roommate, and they’re both wearing outfits that are right out of the “ruin a hormonal college guy’s life” handbook. Eventually we move from the couch to the hallway and I lean against the wall between Sarah and Kate’s doors.

I’m sitting there, sipping my drink of choice at the time (Kosher Grape Juice and Everclear) and Sarah starts to dance on me, quickly moving to the point of straddling my left leg (I’m leaning back on the wall about 10% of the way into one of those wall-squats we all did in gym class). She yells to Kate to play some music and she starts a Pandora Playlist of mostly Katie Perry type songs. Sarah starts grinding her crotch on my flexed thigh and I slide a hand around to her ass, taking turns grabbing each cheek.

Just as Sarah starts kissing on my neck and running her hands across my chest, Kate starts grinding against my other leg while turned away from me. I’m honestly a bit confused, thinking I’m being set up for some ridiculous “you’re a douche” speach from Sarah for enjoying Kate’s moves. Quickly though, I start to enjoy it, Sarah is kissing on my neck and hair line, raking her fingers across my chest, while Kate’s firm and very tight ass is spread over my right leg, each handful of a cheek tempting me to grab it.

After the first song of this finished up, Kate turns around and just kinda leans on me, drinking her wine, but also with on leg on either side of my right, putting her in the same straddling position as Sarah is on my left leg. Suddenly any thought of my thighs hurting fucks right off out of my mind.

Sarah breaks the silence by asking if my boxers really are red, to which I undo by belt and button and show her the top of the elastic from under my jeans. Kate jumps in that “the elastic doesn’t count” so me being a horny student I say, alright then, and stand myself up, pushing both of them back and off me, and whip off my jeans in record time. The ladies realize I’ve proven myself right as I stand there in a black tshirt, red boxers, and my socks, which I promptly remove too as I realize boxers and socks is a bad combo.

Kate’s phone has buffered up some new song in this time and we somehow just fall right back into the grove from before: I’m leaning on the wall, Sarah is grinding on me and kissing everywhere from my collarbone to my earlobe. Kate is now grinding on my right thigh while facing me and has her hands up in the air, almost tempting her wineglass to spill it’s contents and she swings back and forth to the music.

Eventually, after 2 or 3 songs the phone starts to buffer again (Yay 3G!) and it gets quiet in the hallway. I take the opportunity to slide my hand under both girls skirts from below and get a hand full of booty from each. In what is still probably once of my smartest lines, I say “Neither of these panties feel very Red.” Tehy both just look at me like “really…” and I follow up with “Prove me wrong or take them off”. Unfortunately for me, both girls step away, raise their respective skirts, and prove me wrong. Sarah is wearing a cliché pair of slim boyshort-cut panties colors solid red with a pink lace frill on the edges while Kate is wearing a pair of those “skin tight” brief cut panties that have no seams, also colored red. However, with them flashing their panties at me, the atmosphere in the room changes. I make some excuses to have them spin around to make sure they really are red, feign color blindness, and everything else I can think of to keep them both there with their skirts hiked up before the music starts again, and like clockwork we go back to this slow grind with me still leaning against the wall, but the dam has developed a crack. I push it a little further by asking if their bras match and Sarah first, then Kate lift off their tanktops to show Sarah wearing a matching set while Kate has on a lightly padded black bra with red lace. Now I know Sarah’s boobs, they’re Madonna like in that the stick out like little B-cup pyramids with the nipple on top. Nothing fanastic to look at, but plenty fun to grab. Kate on the other hand obviously has a little more gravity in her bra as you can see the spherical nature of her bust, even with the padding.

Now, to take a short side step: Sarah had told me months before that she had fancied Kate a bit and I had long been aware that she found other girls attractive and had messed around with her best friend in high school, going so far as fingering each other.

That “I kissed a girl” song came on and I decided “now or never” and turned Sarah’s face to mine with one finger on her cheek and say “hey, will you do me a favor?” then started furiously making out with her. I felt Kate recoil a bit but spent the next 15-20 seconds trying to figure out what Sarah’s Tonsils tasted like. As our lips separated I picked up where I had left off in my request and said “…will you give that to Kate for me?” Sarah looked a bit shocked, I heard Kate choke up a bit, and I thought I’d overstepped my bounds when Kate said “For me, reaaaaallly?” and leaned toward Sarah. What proceeded for most of the rest of that song was one of the most intense girl-girl make out sessions I’ve ever witnessed and my face was about 12” away while I was still running my left hand around Sarah’s booty and lightly grabbing Kate’s ass with my right.

As they finished up I decided to let the Everclear lead the way and blurted out “Now that seemed a little excessive, Kate, can I have some of that back?”

Somehow it worked. Sarah didn’t seem upset and so Kate leaned towards me and we started to kiss. Subtly at first, then more aggressively, with lots of tongue. After 30 seconds or so we split up and the girls went right back to making out.

Emboldened by the last few minutes, as they continued to lash tongues I decided to see how far I could push this by sliding my hands from their asses to their bras and unhooking them. Kate’s came off easily as it wasn’t tight fitting, but Sarah’s had obviously been purchased at whichever time of the season she was the smallest and it took longer to unhook. As it did though, she broke the kiss and looked at me, seemingly upset. Kate on the other hand had already done that sexy little shoulder shuffle girls do when they want their bra off but their hands are busy (currently with her left around my back and her right grabbing onto Sarah’s skirt). As Kate’s bra fell forward and her hands came free to remove it, Sarah looked upset, but followed suit. I guided my hands to the back of their heads and lead them back to kissing.

Kate stepped up the situation further by moving her right hand to Sarah’s left breast and her left hand to the bottom of my shirt, lifting it up. Not wanting to interrupt anything, I removed it myself. It took a minute or two, but I heard the familiar coo I’d come to know as Sarah relaxing into physical pleasure and saw her bring her left hand up to Kate’s breast. The next few minutes were the two of them making out, necking, and feeling each others’ tits up while I went back to grabbing handfuls of ass wherever I could.

As the girls slowed down, I pulled them in closer so each was leaning against me, resting their head on my shoulders. As the pace of the song that was on sped up, I slipped my hand further and further down their backsides until I was rubbing each’s clit over their panties.

5 or so minutes of this and I had run my hand into their panties, Sarah was nearly purring as I got her off, but Kate pulled back, suddenly overcome with some of that Christina Guilt at her embrace of the carnal pleasures. Sarah and I both comforted her with the honest claim that nothing had to happen that she didn’t want, and she was quickly back against me, heading for an orgasm.

Sarah came first, but in a muffled manner as she moaned into my shoulder. As she finished she reached into my boxers and started jerking me off. Kate was staring wide eyed at my boxers when I asked her if she’d ever seen a penis. “Yeah, Mike’s, but all I ever did was give him a hand job”.

With that Sarah pushed my boxers down and I kicked them off. There is something odd about standing there, naked in a room with two topless chicks and your impossibly hard dick swaying about, but there I was. Thank god for the alcohol or I’d have probably stained their carpet right there.

Kate continued to stare and I pulled the girls back in, quickly bringing Kate to her orgasm as she just started at my cock sticking out parallel to the ground.

After Kate’s rather loud orgasm, I was feeling like a total stud and grabbed Sarah, spun her around, and planted her firmly in front of me with my dick stuck up between the cheeks of her ass. I slipped her panties down and started rubbing her clit from the front reach-around-style. Kate had leaned away from the action when I asked her if she’d ever seen someone have sex. “No” “Would you like to?” “mmmmmm” and with that I bent Sarah forward 45 degrees and used my hand to lead my dick into her. I pulled Kate by the shoulder around to in front of Sarah and they made out as my thrusting increased.

Once Sarah and I had hit a good rhythm I asked Kate if she wanted to kneel down and get a better look. She did, and got very close, almost laughably so in hindsight. As she was settling in, I grabbed the back of her head and guided her to Sarah’s Clit, which she tentatively and timidly stuck her tongue out to meet. While it was obvious from the lack of reaction from Sarah that Kate had no idea what she was doing, her enthusiasm was admirable.

As Sarah came for the second time, she shuddered, her knees went weak, and I slipped out from behind her. It wasn’t planned, but the end result of this was that as Sarah moved to the side, the full magnitude of my erection was pointing right at Kate, like the barrel of a loaded gun.

“Do you think you’d want to…” I trailed off and I ran my fingers across Kate’s cheek. “Yes, but I don’t know how” she replied and with the pressure of my fingers on her cheek I guided her mouth the my cock. She started off too aggressive, with a fair amount of teeth, but within a minute I had shown her the good/bad and she was WELL on the way to making me shoot my load. At the last minute Sarah returned and insisted on being the one to get a mouthful, which she did.

As I sat through my 15 minute refractory period (Yay college!) I could not get Kate out of my mind. She was nearly flawless physically and took direction well. What more could I want?

The night continued on a bit longer, but eventually the Wine got to Kate and she went to bed. Sarah and I went to her room and fucked again, this time much faster and with more vigor, as if we were insisting that this was not “love making”

I’ll follow up with part 2 shortly due to post limits.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7v5byp/mff_red_panty_night_aka_my_ex_and_her_roommate