Erin showed up, short with dirty blonde hair, wearing a tank top and tight denim shorts that hugged her toned ass as the perfect exclamation point on the end of those long tan legs. She had been dropping by in increasingly revealing outfits in lieu of any weed.
“You two mind if I hang for a bit?” she said leaning into the door frame so that her already pebbled tits pressed against the thin, white fabric for me to see. She looked like that girl from Seventh Heaven, the one who didn’t get famous, she had these puppy dog eyes that stared at you like drops of honey asking for your attention.
She had started dropping by after introducing herself at one of the parties Rick, my roommate, had thrown. Every few days she would knock on the door and smoke a few bowls of our weed and every time we let her because she was her.
Rick had just gotten out of the Air Force and partied to make up for lost time, I worked at a video game store and played in a shitty band when I had the time, he looked straight laced and I was always looking a few weeks shy of needing a shave or a hair cut or both. Erin wasn’t like the types of girls I normally saw, but she had a boyfriend.
She would tell us about him as we smoked sometimes, maybe to keep us from getting the wrong idea about her and her visits or maybe to not seem like a total fuck up. The point was she never had weed and had become a regular around our living room table.
She let herself in after a nod from me and started looking for the bong in the permanently dim room.
“Nice, Erin’s here,” Rick said laying flat on the couch, he began pulling himself up, “want me to pack a bowl?”
“Pack it tight, just like I like it,” she said sitting on the newly opened seat on the cushion next to him. I found the spot next to her and turned on the laptop to start Netflix. We started smoking, it was really good stuff which wasn’t usual for us, but nobody said they had anywhere they needed to be.
It was almost uneasy to be next to her, I just wanted to stare at her hard nipples but kept telling myself it wasn’t OK. She was the type of girl I had always wanted: she was hot and she was cool. She was together, she had a job and that boyfriend she would talk about.
“He doesn’t do anything interesting when we fuck,” she said randomly. I never brought up this stuff around her but she had started it, my mind was in free fall trying to figure out follow up questions without popping a boner in my basketball shorts. Women always had that over men. They could say whatever they want, bring any picture into your head, and never had to worry.
“What is it you want to do he isn’t?” I asked passing her the bong. She went on to cache the bowl before continuing. This might of just been some ploy of hers to get more than her fair share of the weed.
“He’s just super normal,” she said after a little cough petite like her figure and somehow graceful as she wiped her mouth clean, “It’s like normally you fuck a guy for a while and then he pulls out his secret stuff he’s worried you’ll break up with him over but Mike never did that”
“Isn’t that fine? Like you can bring out your weird side to him,” Rick said with a grin loading another bowl. I might of nixed another bowl normally but he was right: we wanted to hear her talk more about this.
Since the day she first came by I thought about fucking her. I figured she was sweet until you got her into the sack and then became spicy. She probably had energy to have a wild fuck in the morning before work and take the rest of the day like normal and another round when she got back. I imagined she liked having her ass eaten out or her hands tied with a blindfold on. She liked it in the shower wrapping her legs around me and being fucked against that wall or in front of the mirror watching herself get fucked like an animal.
“I wasn’t that wild in college,” she said, “but what I did find was everyone has something they don’t tell you about at first. He hasn’t even shown me the porn he watches.”
“Yeah, the first time you watch a porn you would normally watch with your girlfriend is a mark of true intimacy,” I said before I took one last hit. This was expensive stuff we couldn’t waste but I wouldn’t object if Rick loaded another. I couldn’t pay attention to the show Netflix was playing, I had a pounding beat in my head of wanting to fuck this girl that I tried hard to drown out.
“I mean I really love him,” she said before stopping, “what is that?”
I was hard, rock hard and immediately uncomfortable and realizing I had just fucked everything up by not grabbing a blanket or something when I sat down.
“Just ignore it,” I said, “it will go away on it’s own.” I immediately felt ashamed like never before, I covered my eyes with my hand instinctively until I heard the tone in her voice.
“Maybe I can do something about that.” Her hand rest on my shoulder and I pulled my face up to see this look in her face that seemed so relaxed and yet turned on. I didn’t even look at Rick before I let her kiss me and stick her hand down my pants.
“We can keep this between us, don’t tell my boyfriend,” she said as she helped lean me back into the arm of the couch and started pulling my shorts down to my knees. I know it looked good, that’s what girls always said: that it should be the picture next to the word cock in the dictionary. It wasn’t until her lips met it I really felt like that.
She had a way of approaching a blow job that showed she had no fear. Kissing it, slowly rubbing it with two fingers up and down the length but in a relaxed way that didn’t push me too far too fast. I was throbbing, hot, a regular girl would of had me cumming in her mouth right now but Erin had a way about her: she wanted to exist in this space for a while.
She put her knees on the couch so her ass was in the air and gave Rick the look. I didn’t look at him, I just nodded like I was signing off on this whole thing. He played with her ass in his hands for a bit, she swung her hips back and forth so he could enjoy feeling her even more. She was like that, playful and lighter than air in her horniness and apparently willing to share.
“You see my boyfriend would never do this, but you guys do and that’s so cool.” She said pulling her lips off my dick and starting to play with it with her hands as Rick finally got her shorts off. “Can we get a bed or something?”
I looked at Rick, “the couch folds out if you like,” and we stopped for a moment to pull the couch out and throw the blanket over it, Rick grabbed a few pillows and tossed them on as I pulled myself back and leaned against the wall for a moment taking stock of what was happening. She walked towards me slowly, making sure she had my full attention, and pulled that thin tank top off, it was brilliant, and pulled herself into me to kiss as the cock that started this whole thing pressed into her.
“You like?” she whispered into my ear, my hand reached down and grabbed a handful of her ass before giving another kiss. She moved herself to the bed and stopped on her hands and knees with her panties pointing at us.
“Look at this, dude,” Eric said moving to the bed and setting down with his hands on her ass wanting me to join in. I sat there in my shirt and caressed her ass, hair standing on end as goosebumps pressed across her skin and the warmth from below the panties could be felt, the back of my hand running over those panties and feeling what was beneath. The one finger brave enough to move past that layer of defense and insert itself in her moist folds, soft like she was with me not wanting to push her hard bunt gentle into this next part before it hooked out and started sliding the little white panties off.
“Keep doing that,” she said, Rick popped over to the other side already get his blowjob, this one laden with moans. She was a little sloppy now but kept her rhythm of pushing everything further without ruining it. She had two cocks to play with as long as she could keep this up and she loved it.
She smelled good, like she was preparing for this before coming over, I wondered if she had been wanting this those last few trips over. She came over wanting to be treated like a slice of meat, wanting something to push over into this sort of experience. Or maybe it really was just something today, the weed maybe. Either way she smelled good and I let my tongue wander into her ass, she had a cute little hole that was responsive, wet from my tongue and a twin now of that very wet pussy my fingers were playing with. I hadn’t even begun to really play with her clit yet, her body was reacting like it was starting, her tummy pulling tight and her mouth starting to swell against my sopping wet finger tips but I still spent my time waiting for everything to get nice and wet. Finally I let her clit feel that rub, the girl was already awake and waiting for it, she wasn’t going to get left out and Erin made that special moan as I felt it.
She was still giving Rick oral, though with the skill and ease of use she found with her hands oral might not cover it but when my thick cock entered her it was like he disappeared from the room. She pulled herself up, my hand gripping her from under her shoulder as her tits bounced around from the force of my hips on hers. She had worked me up slow and I could go like this for hours.
For a moment it was like we were alone, I was just with her and she was responding to my rhythm, my pulse, little huffs of air I felt like I was squeezing from her lungs in a beautiful symmetry.
She tapped my shoulder and my eyes opened, “let me get on the couch,” she said and I pulled out, my throbbing cock immediately cold from the air. She laid on the bed, her ass towards Eric, “you ready?” she asked with those puppy dog eyes. He practically pounced on her, he was rougher, his body warm and red now, she looked up at me motioning for me, “get your cock over here or are you bored?”
She made me feel OK to pass my cock into a girl with another guy on the other end. This was the weirdest thing I had ever done, I would never suggest something like this but she was here helping spur me on.
“You can get rough, I’ll tell you if something’s wrong, but really just give me your cock like you always wanted to baby,” she said a my hands clasped her shoulder and head to help me in. It went from a soft clasp to a tighter squeeze, forcing her head to do what I wanted as I pushed in and out of her. She liked it. I had only seen facefucking on the internet and she went to it like a fish to water. Water being the primary word as the spit and drool started to fill up in her mouth, eyes watering, she looked like she was in pain but opened her mouth up to me again the international sign for “give me more cock”.
I’ve never felt closer to a girl than I did with her right there with my saliva stroked cock coseying up to her neck. I’d pull out and she would cough and breath trying to make sure the drool didn’t go down the wrong pipe but sporting this big smile.
Eric had started moving to a slower speed for all of this, maybe it was all the pot but it seemed like we were in this relaxed moment where nothing could go wrong, she just wanted to be played with right now and relax as we fucked. She started licking all over my cock and not just going for what would get me off, she liked keeping me up, or maybe she liked my cock for some reason and enjoyed all of that. She had seen it in my shorts and decided it was worth all of this to taste it.
“You ready to trade?” she asked me, I nodded, “grab the lube from my shorts pocket, I want you to fuck my ass for a while.” Those words were uncanny, I went and grabbed it, starting to lube my cock while Eric kept fucking, “I’ve only got twenty minutes until Mike gets home, you think you can cum in me?” she said turning back to him and pulling his hand around her breast. Not saying a word he sped up, she fucking grabbed the bed with her hands to keep from getting forced into a weird position like below the couch or something as he pushed harder and deeper into her each thrust until he let out this breath and it was like the machine was unplugged from the wall.
“God damn, when you said cum in me,” he started laughing as he pulled himself from her, “I’m jumping in the shower finish her off.” he slowly got on his feet and ambled out of the room, she found a position she felt was comfortable for anal and squeezed her tits to her knees.
As I pulled myself up to her and started spreading the lube on my fingers to apply it to her ass she turned her head to whisper to me, “Mike’s not going to be home that quick, I just wanted some time alone with you and your cock in my ass.”
I didn’t know how to respond but my fingers began furtive intrusions on that little hole of hers, still responsive and sending shudders through her body after what seemed like an hour of fucking. Her swollen pussy was done, my roommates cum leaking out of it slowly as my fingers prepared that new star for the spotlight.
“Fuck me gently,” she said resting her hand on my thigh as I sat on the edge of the bed next to her. Maybe she knew after today I’d never look at her the same way again or maybe when she originally started coming here it was with the hope that one day maybe we would have that slow fuck of her dreams and this was how it came out with a dozen other wet dreams. She started coming by even more often after that – a little pot and then sharing her for an hour until she had to get ready for her boyfriend to arrive home.
She loved having me in her ass, maybe it was because the memory of that day was playing in her head, we fucked real good and ended that day fucking like we were in love and going to share a private and intimate bond forever: my cock pressing into that soft place, her eyes closed and she tightened down over the moans, her hands behind her back, me holding them tight so she couldn’t move as the orgasm from her ass made her want to shake and stumble about, my cock pressing back in on her as it started and not giving up until she finally really came, finally as it was coming on I would speed up so I could release and she had me in her as that warm afterglow took over.
Maybe she told her boyfriend it was just weed she had smoked or maybe he had no idea. She started becoming a regular for a while fucking whoever was home or both of us. We got more used to the whole thing, maybe we’d order her around or get into it more casually as both of us would start to feel her up during a movie. She liked it rough and when two guys are rough to you at the same time it must be powerful. Every so often Eric was out of the room or wasn’t home and she’d fuck me like we were something besides friends with benefits but it never went anywhere.
She had always talked about her boyfriend, I think it got her off, I know it got me off hearing her talk about this other man she was cucking, but I guess they got married and she moved somewhere else. For a few months though she was there regularly coming to our place to fuck until she absolutely had to get home and clean herself up. I know a few times she didn’t make it, she told us the stories of him almost finding out his fiance was full of other guys sperm but last I heard they did get together.
That day ended with her hands in mine as we fucked slowly. The particulars might not seem like something to be longed for to most people but in that moment it was perfect. She was my lover and I was her man giving each other what they needed. Every so often it turned into that again, hot days where it was too hot to do anything and she’d find herself in my bed and we pretended we were something we weren’t. It really was good, I know she gave me what I needed, but we never talked like that.
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