That time I fucked my roommate’s girlfriend [FM] [unplanned cheating] [short]

Her panties are pink and lacy, in that boyshort style that rides high, clings to the curve of her hips. My eyes trace the turning of the hemline, the sweeping pattern stretched taut over her round ass. One leg is straight, the other bent, butt pushed back. My jaw hangs slack. The sun’s not even up yet, this is more than I am prepared to handle this early in the morning.

“What do you need?” my roommate’s girlfriend asks, leaning over the sink, toothbrush hanging out of her mouth, one hand holding her long, brown curly hair out of the way.

I’m frozen in the bathroom doorway, and I realize I’m staring. We make eye contact. She’s wearing large glasses, thick black frames. I hadn’t seen her with glasses before, but they look great on her, make her even cuter. She sees me checking her out, of course. Her eyes in turn slide down my body, appraising me. I’m naked but for my boxer shorts, thin but not scrawny.

“Sorry,” I say, “I didn’t, uh, the door was… I’ll come back.” I’m stumbling over my words.

She washes her mouth out, stands up, arches her back. Her nipples pushing out against the thin white material of her t-shirt. I said I was going to leave, but I do not.

I don’t even know her name, I’ve only seen her around the house a few times. My roommate and I aren’t close, we get along, but our interests are different. Except in women, apparently. His girlfriend had caught my eye before, but my roommate and I’ve never discussed her.

“I’m going to take a shower,” she says, “But if you want to come in and grab some things first, take them to the other bathroom, that’s ok.” She has the slightest hint of a grin, there and gone.

Come in, she says. Grab some things. I blink myself awake. “Uh, ok,” I say. Not the smoothest line. But I walk into the bathroom. It’s long and narrow, the shower at the far end, adjacent to the toilet with a cabinet over it. My stuff’s in the cabinet. She’s watching me in the mirror. I have to turn sideways to pass by her. She leans forward to make space.

She’s bent over the bathroom counter again, pushing her ass up. Her pink panties are wrapped tightly around the contours of her ass cheeks, inches from my crotch. Behind her, I stop. She wiggles her hips, bouncing her ass side to side. I am mesmerized. She slides back, pushing her ass against my crotch.

Fuck it.

I kick the door closed, grab her hips. She gasps. I slide a hand down to her crotch. I can feel her heat on my fingers. I squeeze, knead. She’s breathing harder, a quiet panting. Just so slightly, she spreads her legs. I push against the fabric, feeling through the lace her pussy lips swell and moisten. I slide a finger up, towards her clit. She takes in a sharp breath.

I’m grinding my crotch against her ass, rubbing my dick on her through my shorts, making myself hard. I pull my hands back, push down my boxers. My cock springs free, flush and stiff. I step forward, pushing myself against her again, dick against her ass. I wrap my arms around her. One up, grabbing her tits, playing with her nipples. The other down, into her panties, fingering her clit. She closes her eyes, moans softly, reached behind her back to grab my cock.

We stand there for a short while, hands groping and teasing each other. I am erect, cock as stiff as a rod. It needs release, it needs this girl.

I put my hands on her hips, push her panties down. She wiggles them off, my dick squirming between her ass cheeks. I push her up and over the counter, her head rests against the the mirror. I spread my legs and use my hand to guide my erection into her waiting pussy, pushing it in slowly. I feel the tight wetness of her sex taking in my shaft, deeper and deeper. She gasps.

I bring my hands back to her hips, slowly pull my cock back out. Then push it back in, working my way up to a regular rhythm.

“Harder,” she whimpers.

I fuck her harder. I drive each thrust in with powerful strokes, lifting her feet off the ground, pushing her farther up onto the counter. Soon her feet are dangling, and with each collision of my hips into her ass, she pants harder, with more desperation.

Her head is pressed clumsily against the mirror, her breath fogging the glass, her glasses askew, her face rapt in ecstasy. She’s close, I can tell. But so am I.

“Where?” I grunt.

“In me,” she pleads.

Fuck yes. I go even harder, faster. I am a machine, a locomotive. I am pumping away with all I’ve got, for all I’m worth. She groans. Her pussy spasms, constricts around my cock. I cannot hold back.

I shove her ruthlessly into the counter with my cock. I un-clench my teeth, groan. My balls flex, I cum. I pump a load of semen deep inside her. My cock twitches, spurts again and again. I’m still thrusting into her, but slower. I can feel my cum inside her, slick against my cock.

I pull out, help her off the counter and back onto her feet. I give her nipples another pinch. Slap her ass. She giggles. I pull my shorts back on and leave the bathroom.

I head back to my bedroom, slip back into the bed. I lie there awake, sleep long forgotten. I cannot stop thinking about my roommate’s girlfriend. The sounds she made while fucking, the desperate looks she gave me, the feel of her pussy on my cock. Without intending to, my hand drifts back down to my dick, begins stroking it.

Next to me, my girlfriend stirs. I lean over, kiss her, grab her hand, guide it to my erection.

“You’re up early,” she says, smiling. I say nothing. I climb on top of her and we fuck, but I’m thinking about the other girl.

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