[M]y life after moving into a share house with two beautiful women… (Part 2)

For context for the following, please refer to [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/biakoi/my_life_after_moving_into_a_share_house_with_two/). Apologies in advance; this probably isn’t a wholly conventional submission.

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Claire and I lay on her saturated bed in silence looking at each other. Last night had been so, so good. It was a night I had probably imagined while jerking off a dozen times. And the reality was even better than I could’ve imagined.

Claire lay naked next to me. She was beautiful with her messy blonde hair and big blue eyes. Her lips twisted into a smile as she looked at me.

I smiled back. My mind thinking.

Kerri knew that Claire and I had slept together…

I reached towards Claire without deliberate thought and stroked one of her round breasts. My dried cum still covered her chest. Inside, the rational part of my brain was having a mini stroke trying to wrestle with the horny delinquent version of myself who was roaring with delight.

I loved living with the two girls. And I had just completely fucked everything up.

I kissed Claire softly on the cheek. Our clothes needing retrieving and my rational self was slowly winning the war against the horny delinquent. I released the boob I was holding and wrapped Claire’s sheet around my waist before leaving her room.

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Over the next couple of days, I met Claire in secret. We would meet under the house in our ‘laundry’ which was more of a hang out dungeon if you consider the old futons, the beer fridge and the ping pong table down there. We spoke about the shock of sleeping together and how it surprised us that neither of us regretted it. Yes, we lived together. Yes, Kerri knew which would change the dynamic. But we were happy; we were just two great mates who had bumped uglies and were happy despite the potential train wreck we had created for ourselves.

Our conversation flowed as it had before we’d slept together; unchanged but now with the flirty intimacy of two people who had seen each other in their birthday suits. Claire had told me that Kerri had been unusually interested in what had happened between us. This surprised me; Kerri was gorgeous with her long dark hair, tanned skin and deep brown eyes, but our relationship had been strictly a platonic from the outset. Not once had I seen her as more than a friend. And I had thought that she felt the same.

“What type of stuff did Kerri ask you?” I asked curiously about week after we’d slept together. We lay next to each other on one of the futons. “Please don’t tell me you told her I flopped around like a salmon on dry land?”

Claire smiled.

“Tuna,” she said with a straight face. “I told her you flopped around like a tuna on dry land!”

She was lay on her stomach, her elbows supporting her head. Her ass looked perfect from my angle, round against the cut of her pants. Before she could escape, I reached over and pinched her ass.

She squealed and rolled into me. She slapped at me playfully until I held her arms down.

“Okay, okay.” she said, her shoulder coming to rest against me. “She asked lots of things.”

I looked at her. “You’r being deliberately vague. Don’t think I won’t pinch your ass again.”

She laughed, relenting. “I’ll tell you,” she said with a smile. “But my information isn’t cheap. I want something from you in return.”

Claire’s round breasts lay just under my gaze. Her t-shirt was pulled tight underneath her from when she’d rolled. In my mind I could picture her breasts; her small, pink nipples and how they stood up even when I’d put her on her back. I had covered these perfect tits in cum only a week earlier. She looked at me with blue eyes.

I leaned closer to Claire. I still held her arms by her side. She looked at me and then down at my lips.

I leaned forward.

Our lips touched softly. Gently. Her lips felt full against mine. I reach forward, releasing an arm, so that my hand now rested on her stomach, my fingers lingering over the border of her shirt and pants. I pulled myself away from her.

I opened my eyes to see Claire pouting at me.

“Does that buy any of your information?” I asked.

She pretended to think for a moment but then nodded. “I think you bought yourself some information.”

My eyes quickly darted down toward her tight shirt. My hand still rested on her stomach.

“Okay,” she begun, her blue eyes drifting to look at my hand. “She asked lots of things, like… Was it good? Did I orgasm? And…”

She looked me in the eye. “She asked me to about your penis. She was quite curious about it actually.”

My mind seemed to stop, both horny delinquent and rational sides suddenly contemplating Kerri asking about my dick. “And…?” I said fairly pathetically. It was the best I could manage.

“Well, I said that it was very nice. Pleasant, even,” she said nodding, clearly enjoying herself. “I told her that I did orgasm. Twice. And that you were…adequately endowed.”

“Adequately?” I said feinting but kinda genuinely showing shock.

Claire looked down at my hands still resting just above the waist. She looked up at me. “Well, actually, that mightn’t have been the exact word I used.”

I looked into those blue eyes. Our lips were so close.

“I want more information,” I whispered.

Claire breathed. “That’s gonna cost you…”

I looked down at my hand. I pulled her top up to reveal her bare waist. We both paused for a moment, looking at each other. I leaned in.

This time, there was no reserve in the way I kissed Claire. I wanted her. I wanted to kiss her deeply and pull her close. To pull off her tight shirt and kiss my way down her naked chest. To lift her hips before ripping off her panties. I wanted to reach down and place my fingers between her legs, feeling the touch of her wetness as she opened herself up to me. I wanted all of her.

I felt the heady testosterone rush of desire. My dick was rock hard inside my shorts.

I pulled Claire’s body into me. She rolled against me, turning her hips to press against me. My hand ran the length of her hips and waist, feeling the curve of her body beneath my fingers. I knew she could feel the length of cock pressing against her stomach. I pulled her closer into me by the waist, all sense of self-control gone. I needed her.

My hand slip down and undid Claire’s pants. I kissed her harder.

Claire moaned softly, her hips gently beginning to press against the my cock. I grabbed one of her hands and pushed it above her head, rolling so that my weight was on top of her. With hungry lips, I left her mouth to kiss her down her jawline and onto her neck. I kissed lower and Claire arched her back. She gently lifted her hips as I reached her waist and I pulled off her shorts and the black panties she wore underneath. In the low light of the laundry, I could see her shaved pussy and small waist. For one moment, I paused, admiring the beauty of her body.

Claire reached up with two hands and pulled me back on top of her; her body naked beneath me.

Gently, I lowered myself down, following the curves of her body until my teeth found her inner thigh. I gave her a gentle bite.

Claire cried out, grabbing my head from between her legs with both hands. Her voice was gentle, softly becoming a moan as my tongue came to rest over her clitoris. My hand reached towards her hole, pausing as I arrived. Claire was wet. Very wet. She smelt incredible.

I started gently, slowly, trying to tease her. Her noises were soft, becoming louder as my tongue flicked back and forth. I gently sucked the area around her clit into my mouth. Claire become louder, her hands pulling at my hair. She moaned deeply as if she didn’t care who heard us.

I needed to be inside of her.

With one finger I pushed inside Claire, first, just one inch before pulling back towards her opening. Then another inch before pulling back out again. Soon, I was pushing the length of my finger deep inside of her, reaching for the roof of her pussy, moving back and forth.

Claire’s released a deep, loud moan. Her pussy was so wet I felt her juices covering my face around the mouth. I could feel her urgency building. She began to shake, her body arching. I entered a second finger, pressing it in and out against the top wall of her pussy.

Claire was almost screaming now. She cried my name and pulled at my hair with her hands. Suddenly, her movements spasmed, her voice catching for one moment before a blast of her fluid hit me in the face. She released a long held breath as her movement slowed. She lay still.

I looked up at Claire. She laughed, taking my head in her hands. Her breathing still heavy. She pulled herself up, rolling her side. I stood up as Claire reached forward pulling down my shorts. My hard cock bounced free in front of her face.

Claire got down on her knees. She looked up at me with blue eyes as she took me inside her mouth.

Claire felt so good. Her mouth moving forwards and backwards up my shaft as one hard jerked me off in time with her movements. I closed my eyes, grabbing both sides of her head as I gently pulsed my hips in time with her movements. I pushed deeply into her mouth.

The door to the laundry swung open.

Kerri stood there a basket of clothes in her arms. She froze staring at us, Claire on her knees with my dick in her mouth.

Everyone stopped.

Kerri’s face was unreadable. She turned and left. Claire and I just looked at each other.

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I didn’t see Kerri for a couple of days after this. Different schedules I supposed, which wasn’t wholly unusual. But when I did see her, it was late at night and she was drunk.

I was in the kitchen. I’m a decent size bloke but I shrunk into the kitchen bench as she walked straight up to me. She smiled.

“I’ve seen your cock, Jacob…”

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