My roommate’s boyfriend comes over way too often. I hate it when I catch them kissing. I hate how I touch myself in the shower, hoping that he hears me, how I “accidentally” leave my lingerie in the living room, how I happen to do my squats in skin-tight leggings at the same time he says goodnight to her every night, how I was closer to him until she snatched him up. I hate how many parts of me drool over the thought of him, as a good Christian girl, and how, if these thoughts became public, I would be excommunicated by my boyfriend, family, fellowship, and friends.
One ovulating Tuesday during finals season, I rushed back to the apartment to hear their moans emanating from the bedroom. He sounded exactly as I imagined in my recurring fantasies– nice and breathy, calling me a good girl while pounding me to bits.
I couldn’t stop myself from sitting quietly on the couch and touching myself. With the other hand I fumbled my phone out and messaged her: *hey, Pastor Paul wanted to move your bible study earlier. Could you make it to St. John’s in 10?*
I couldn’t think straight. She was beginning to lead this group, and it was important for her to make a good impression on the pastor, but does she actually care that much? When she finds out it hasn’t been moved forward, wouldn’t she just come back confused?
The sounds from the bedroom stopped. They exchanged a few inaudible words. I took my hands off my throbbing pussy, went to the kitchen to wash my hands, and put on my headphones. Their bedroom door flung open and she rushed out while putting on her coat, carefully closing the door behind her. She stopped near the kitchen when she saw me. We made eye contact and I took my headphones off.
“Oh!” Long pause. “I didn’t know you came back!”
She was probably calculating whether or not I knew they were fucking. “Hi! Me neither!” I could see the tension in her shoulders disperse.
“Ah, yep. Actually Jake’s here too, haha. Anyway, gotta head out!”
My plan was working miraculously well. The door barely slammed shut before I approached our room. For the first time ever, I opened the door *without knocking*. His cock was still out! This gorgeous idiot was more toned than when I saw him at the indoor pool last month! He jumped a million feet from where he was sitting on the bed.
“Oh my god…” he could barely get out. All those moments flashed before my eyes– of him laughing at my jokes, of the sparks that flew between us before he started dating her. Was the insane sexual tension mutual?
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My girlfriend’s roommate is honestly just so annoyingly hot. When we first became friends, my dick would tingle whenever she texted me, like some kind of twisted pavlovian response. God knows that I’ve fantasized of fucking her pretty face and fucking her brains out from behind. Now there’s always something in the air. I’m pretty sure she caught me staring at her legs during her glute workout one time. I wanted so much to just tear apart her leggings, lift her up and fuck her with her nice legs dangling.
I try to bury these thoughts down in a dark place that I only let loose when my girlfriend makes me mad. That night, though, those fantasies became a reality…
The door burst open. *Fuck! We’re fucked!* Was my first thought. My girlfriend and her roommate are part of this intensely conservative Christian fellowship. They controlled more aspects of my life than I should’ve allowed– for example, the lease of the very apartment my girlfriend lived in.
“Oh my god…” I said hoarsely. She stood by the doorway for a moment, then came at me wordlessly. *What the fuck?*
She pinned me down on the bed and started kissing me. I froze, my brain imploding. I couldn’t pull myself away. I put my hand through her hair and began tasting her.
“Mm!” She let out passionately when I kissed her back. Her voice was always so sexy and cute. She started sloppily tonguing me and ran her hands through my hair. My mind was in a deep haze, joyfully taking in her scent, the feeling of her toned body pressing against mine, the sounds of our desperate breaths.
She lowered herself on me, licking my pecs, then my abs, and then finally marveling at my twitching member. She smiled at me in approval, nose wrinkling in her cute Anna way. “Good?” I asked. “Good!” Her voice dripping with lust. She began slobbering over my head.
“Oh god yes…” My cock was melting. How long was she salivating for? Her cute face felt amazing, lips rhythmically smacking against my head. I couldn’t control myself. I put my hands on her pretty head and started thrusting. The room was filled with the *shlop! Shlop!* of my cock fucking her throat and her guttural moans. “Ungff…” She could barely say through the amount of me in her throat.
She gave me a look of sheer animalistic lust. I pulled out. “Fuck me,” she said between breaths. I peeled off her soaked panties and she found herself kneeling on the bed doggystyle. I entered her effortlessly, my cock dripping with her spit and sopping wetness. She let out a sigh of complete satisfaction as I slid in.
I grabbed her nice legs and began thrusting. “Ohh god…” she whimpered.
I loved her insides. As I gained momentum, I couldn’t hold in my moans. “Mm! Good girl! Mm! Mm! You have no idea.. how long.. oh!..I’ve wanted to do this.”
She let out gasps of pleasure every time I pulled out, her pussy squeezing the length of my cock. Her sounds of approval were so melodious and beautiful, just like her singing voice. Nothing else mattered in the world besides making her sing louder.
I lifted her lower half off the bed while she clung to the side of the bed. I held her up by her hips and began breeding her from head to hilt, balls hitting her clit, legs swaying helplessly an inch above the ground.
“Ah! Ah! So… Ah!.. Good!” she began squealing. “You love to take my whole length?” “Yes! Yes! Ahhhh!” If only any of our virgin mutual friends could see how slutty her face was, eyes rolling upwards, mouth wide open.
I let her feet land. I grabbed her hair, forcing her to arch her back. The sound of my throbbing cock entering and leaving her with a loud *smack* filled the room. Not long after that, she went completely silent and began shuddering. I continued to fuck her while her amazing insides started spasming on me. I couldn’t hold it in, either. My dick twitched inside her, spurting out complete warmth.
“You’re really.. Fucking me while… cumming!?” She managed to let out. It was paradise. I wanted to have this image of my dick entirely buried in her to stay in my mind forever.
I pulled out, her body still twitching out of pleasure. She lied on her stomach on the bed, panting, in complete silent bliss. I held her sexy body as we lay there for what seemed like hours.
My brain started functioning again, and I started to think about if this was a mistake.
There was no way. I didn’t realize that my physical and emotional love for this girl was building behind a dam for years. The dam broke tonight. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I couldn’t stop thinking about her when I listened to her singing in the shower, when she kissed me goodbye, when I left the apartment, when I trudged my snowy steps back to my dorm. The night itself seemed to reverberate with the memory of her wonderful voice, the trees took her beautiful shape. That night I dreamed we were birds– she was a red-breasted robin, I was a cardinal, flying a delicate, endless, skyward dance.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ehff34/i_f_betrayed_my_religion_family_friends_boyfriend
beautifully written!
good call. religions are retarded anyway