GF’s roommate didn’t just want to watch anymore [MFF] [MF]

After [my girlfriend and I had sex while her roommate watched and masturbated](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bc38cs/roommate_f_wanted_to_watch_us_mf/), I started to see a totally different side of life around their apartment. Brie told me that they had initiated me. So things got pretty interesting in my life.

A couple of days later, Brie texted me to come over, and she answered the door in nothing but a t-shirt. She brought me over to the couch, spread her legs, and invited me to eat her out. I eagerly went to work. I didn’t know that Kristin was even there until she walked out of her room and saw us. My heart jumped a little, and I stopped what I was doing. Kristin laughed and said, “Get it, you guys!” I closed my eyes and licked at Brie’s pussy, sucking her clit up, and smacking my lips as I let it go. Brie always told me she loved to hear the noises as I gave her head. She pulled her t-shirt up and rubbed her breasts. I licked long and slow across her swollen labia and then full open-mouth kissed her clit, and the next time I looked up, I saw that Kristin was standing behind Brie and pinching both of her nipples. Brie closed her eyes and tossed her head back as Kristin and I worked together to make her cum. She didn’t last much longer than that. Her thighs squeezed around my head and she curled forward over me while I held my tongue firmly on her clit as she came. I was really turned on by the fact that Kristin and I had cooperated over Brie.

Other days, Kristin might walk by me in her underwear or in a towel. It was all pretty relaxed, but I really loved watching her ass as she walked by me.

One day, Brie and I were standing in the kitchen making out, my hand down the back of Brie’s pants, hers down the front of my pants. I opened my eyes and saw Kristin standing in the hall. We made eye contact and held it. I pulled at Brie’s pants down just so Kristin could watch my hand squeeze Brie’s ass. Kristin smiled, tensed her thighs together just enough to be noticeable, then walked away. I really wanted to have sex with Kristin.

I was worried that I may have already crossed a line that Brie wouldn’t have liked, though, so I talked with her about it. I told her everything about how I had watched Kristin while we were having sex. She reassured me that she viewed sex as a part of the full human experience, and that she didn’t mind what had happened or even if things went further. She told me some things about Kristin’s recent relationship and breakup that I won’t share here and said that Kristin still needed healing in a lot of ways, and some positive sexual experiences could really help her. She told me that if Kristin wanted it, she didn’t care if I had sex with her. She said that she trusted that I was still committed to her. Brie is pretty much a hippie at heart, and her view of sex was really intriguing.

Afterwards, I found myself being a lot more gentle towards Kristin, knowing what she was going through. I started to show her more physical affection — a greeting hug, a squeeze on the shoulder. Kristin sometimes laid on the couch and rested her legs in my lap. One day, she just walked up next to me and put her hand on my ass and just kept talking to Brie. The sexual tension between us was super high, but I was being more awkward about it than anything, just not sure how it would all work.

One weekend, two weeks after our initial incident, I was staying with Brie, and she had to head out to work in the late afternoon. I had a book I was reading, and I didn’t know what Kristin’s plans were. She had been so quiet in her room that I didn’t even think she was around, so I thought I’d have the place to myself for a few hours.

But after about twenty minutes, she came out to the couch, and we traded politely detatched greetings. I didn’t hesitate to recognize the tank top she had on. She was wearing athletic shorts that we’re all that revealing but that nonetheless let me see her long, beautifully shaped legs. She asked about my book, and we chatted for a little bit. I was painfully aware of her breasts. I could not stop thinking about how she had pulled her top up for me to see her breasts and even moved so I could see them better as I was having sex with Brie.

“KeEp eYe ConTaCt. dON’t Be AwkWarD,” I mentally coached myself.

I was totally awkward. My stomach was full of will-she-won’t-she butterflies.

Kristin asked, a little awkward herself, “Hey, can I just sit here with you?”
“Yeah, of course,” I smiled. She curled up next to me, her back against my rib cage. Her right hand came to rest on my inner thigh. She leaned her head back against mine. And we continued talking. I put my arm around her shoulder and started to play with her long black hair. She started to tell me about stuff that had stressed her out at her job that week. My eyes darted across her shoulders. I couldn’t see a whole lot of her cleavage from where I was, but I enjoyed watching her breasts move minutely up and down as she breathed.

I felt myself starting to expand and realized I needed to be careful. My dick was pointed down and my clothes held it firmly in place. It would get a bit uncomfortable if I got an erection, and I didn’t want to have to obviously grab my crotch and adjust myself into place.
There was a slight pause in the conversation.

Then Kristin just kind of blurted out, “I’ve been thinking about the other night a lot.”

My heart thumped. “Yeah,” I said, “Me too.”

“That was really nice to watch,” she said, “and–” she turned her head around to look at me squarely in the eyes and said, “you have a really nice cock.”

“I, um,” I couldn’t keep eye contact and looked down at her shoulder, “I really liked seeing your breasts.” I looked back up at her eyes. She smiled.

“If you’re comfortable,” she said, pausing, glancing down, looking back at me, “maybe we could each get a closer look.”

“Just…mh…” I said, reaching down and adjusting my dick so it wouldn’t be so uncomfortable as it leapt to attention. Kristin followed my hands with her eyes, lingered a moment on my crotch, looked back up at me and smiled. She slowly pulled the strap of her tank top off of the shoulder between our faces.

I leaned forward, now keeping eye contact, and kissed her shoulder. She rubbed her hand up and down the inside of my thigh, and breathed in my ear before nibbling at my earlobe. My dick throbbed. We shifted positions on the couch so she was facing me, and our lips met for the first time. Her kisses were slow and passionate. She pulled me on top of her and laid back onto the couch.

She stopped and said, “When you were staring at my breasts, I really wanted your mouth on them.” She kissed me again. “I was aching for it.”

“Then let me make up for it,” I said, kissing her down her neck, her collarbone, her cleavage. I slowly started to push her top down but deliberately stopped before I reached her nipple and just kissed her breast for a few seconds. She sighed, “Please. *Please.*”
I pulled her shirt up and worked it over her breasts. She craned her back to help me. “I’ve wanted this so bad,” she breathed. Her breasts were so firm, and her nipples were surprisingly soft in my hands. I gave myself over to the euphoria that comes with seeing naked breasts. I wanted to stare at them, but Kristin was already pretty worked up. She put her hand on the back of my head and pulled me into her chest. I went in enthusiastically, sucking and kissing, running my tongue around her nipples. I pushed her breasts together — they were big enough that I could get both of her nipples in my mouth at the same time — and sucked and pulled at her. When I wasn’t kissing one, I was teasing it with my fingers.

“How does it feel?” I asked her, taking a breath.

“Incredible.” She whispered with a gasp that still echoes in my memory today.

I sucked and played with her nipples for several minutes, and she pulled my shirt off. She pressed at my crotch with hers, but I kept my hands and mouth completely on her breasts until her hips were squirming. She unbuttoned my shorts and slid her hand in as I leaned my hips up so she could reach inside. She wrapped her hand around my dick and squeezed it.

“Uhn..I want this cock so bad.”

I reached into her shorts and got my hand on her pussy. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. I was surprised how wet she was. I started rubbing her clit with a barely-there touch. She grit her teeth and moaned. I really enjoyed how vocal she was. I asked her to help me hold her breasts together, and together we got both of her nipples in my mouth while I began to rub her a little more deliberately. She just about lost it. She let out a long “Oooohhhhhhh,” and squeezed my cock hard. She tensed her legs.

It wasn’t until it had almost passed that I realized that she was having an orgasm. She panted a little bit as she finished. She was clearly disappointed — it had been a small orgasm, and she said she started and tried to stop herself and sort of ruined it for herself. I was a little disappointed myself, thinking it was over like that.

But Kristin wasn’t about to let that happen. “Do you want to have sex?”

I began to tell her it was all right, I didn’t have to, but she interrupted, “No, I really want you to be able to go, too. And I really, really want to feel your cock in me.”

She convinced me she would enjoy herself, even if she wasn’t going to climax. So I stood up and let her take off my shorts. She took my dick in her hands a stared at it. “I really like your cock,” she said rubbing her thumb against my tip. She pulled her shorts off and laid back down, holding her arms up to me. I tried to steal a glance at her pussy, but just saw a cute, perfectly shaped triangle of pubic hair. I laid on her and slowly began to work my dick inside her. She breathed heavily in my ear as I pushed my tip into her. She was so wet that it didn’t take much work to get the rest of the way in. She signed long and contentedly, “God, you feel soo good,” she said.

I began to thrust a little faster, working one of my hands down underneath her to feel her ass. She leaned her hip up to help me. She reached back and squeezed my butt, too. Feeling her hand on my butt again shot me back to the moment she had done that before, and I just couldn’t take the pleasure. It felt so good, I rolled my eyes and gasped. I reached my left hand up and flicked her nipple and pressed her breast against my chest. “Shit,” she said, “fuck–fuck–” and she began to moan fiercely. I leaned up a little to be able to thrust harder into her. From here, I was able to get a little glimpse of her breasts as they bounced to our rhythm. We stayed in this position, pushing against each other, for a while until I was ready to burst. She felt my cock go rigid and moaned hoarsely through gritted teeth, “Yes, cum inside me, make that big cock cum!”

I grunted and let out a few big breaths and I felt my dick throb with my orgasm. I kept thrusting until it had stopped, and I leaned back to get out of Kristin’s pussy.

But she pulled me back in and grabbed my hips. I took the cue and kept pushing at her, trying to pull at an angle that would rub against her clit. I leaned in and went at her breasts with abandon. I felt her leg curl up, and she grabbed at my back tightly, her arms shaking. I wanted her to cum again as badly as she did. Her breaths came in irregular, quivering pants. Then her whole body started to convulse in big spasms. She held her breath. I kept helping her for maybe ten seconds as she shook under me. I felt her pussy contracting around me. She finally yelped loudly and gasped for breath. I collapsed on top of her. She sat breathing for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling.
We lay in silence, only hearing ourselves catching our breath. Kristin finally said, “Oh, my god. That was so nice.”

We lay there naked for a while, feeling each other’s bodies, talking about the things we had been thinking about each other for the past two weeks, joking about how awkward I had been.

It seemed like now I had a very special friendship with Kristin.

And I couldn’t wait to tell Brie.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bdq0e3/gfs_roommate_didnt_just_want_to_watch_anymore_mff