I never thought of Kelly as being a girl who was into anal sex but here we were. She was lying on my bed asking for me to fuck her in the ass. I didn’t know if I should do it or if I should wait and see how she was feeling tomorrow. She had drank a glass (or more?) of wine and had smoked a bunch of pot. I had no idea if she was making sound choices or not but I had to assume that she wasn’t. “Not tonight,” I said, picking my shirt up from the floor, which I didn’t even remember taking off. I grabbed my glasses off my desk and put them on, smoothed my hair back and sat down on the edge of the bed. She knew that I was worried she’d regret it because of the wine and pot, and said “oh what, you’re worried *now*? You already fucked me. But *now* you’re worried? I think you’re full of shit. I don’t think Nicole was into that. You’re just like Brock. Scared,” she giggled as she said that last word and it both irritated me and turned me on. I knew she was baiting me. I wanted to rise above. Just to make sure.
“Grow up Kelly. You’re not going to use your 15-year-old peer pressure mind games on me.” I got up and walked out of my room down the hall to the kitchen. I opened a bottle of Pellegrino and took a long drink. Nothing tasted as good as a cold beverage after a hot fuck. After a minute she appeared in the hallway, completely nude. “What’s your problem?” she walked into the kitchen and hopped up on the kitchen counter top. “Do you really want your bare ass on the place where I made my dinner?” I asked, kind of grossed out that her naked vagina and ass was on the kitchen counter top. But I was also kind of turned on that she was following me around, essentially begging me to hook up with her. I took another drink of my water and just admired her body. Her legs, long and lean, were crossed at the ankle and her core was so tight that even slouched over on the counter she had no rolls or folds anywhere. Her breasts were perfectly shaped, full C cups and her areolas were a perfectly creamy peanut butter color. Her nipples stood at attention and poked out of her long, blonde hair which was down and messy in waves around her face and tits.
“God, you know, you’re really beautiful,” I said, taking another drink of my water. I meant it. She was truly a sight and seeing her naked… she was even more gorgeous than I had imagined. “Thank you,” she said. “Wow,” I said, leaning back on the counter across from her. “So, you can be nice?” I smiled at her. Was she really a beautiful bitch stereotype or was there something more to it? I didn’t even know if I wanted to find out, since Brock was slated to be coming back in a few days and we had to figure out what we would be telling him, if anything. She looked me in the eyes. “I’m not a bitch, you know. If I was a bitch, why would Brock be with me? He’s so nice.” I knew what I was about to say would potentially anger her but I’d never worried about that before. “Because you’re gorgeous and Brock cares about how people perceive him,” I said. I continued to study her face as she digested what I had just said. There was a brief moment where she seemed to almost feel guilty but then she smiled and said “he does want arm candy. But he wants a connection, too. But you know what? I’ve stayed with him because it’s easy but I don’t want to marry Brock by any means.” I nodded. I could see that she was far less interested in Brock than he was in her, but still, cheating is cheating.
“Why don’t you just break up with him, then?” I asked, finishing my water and hopping up on the counter top across from her. There we sat, on the kitchen counter tops, ten o clock at night, talking about her relationship. I never imagined I’d be talking to Kelly about this but then again I never thought she’d walk in my room and touch herself either.
“I like living here, so I stay with him,” she said, opening her legs and sitting up, arching her back slightly so her breasts popped out. I could see she didn’t want the conversation about her relationship to continue so I respected that. “Smoke a bowl with me?” I asked, making a peace offering. “Give me a piggy back,” she said, more demanding than asking but who was I to not give a naked girl a piggy back ride? I hopped off the counter and backed up to her and she jumped on. Her floral smell swirled around me as her hair fell down over my shoulders. I took her to my room and packed us each a huge bowl. I watched her exhale deeply, press her pouty full lips to the pipe and inhale calmly and deeply. She looked at me as she held her breath, and in our high silence we shared a moment of feeling akin to another. I saw her as someone doted on but deeply lonely, afraid to physically be alone yet emotionally she was always alone.
We laid down on the bed and started to watch music videos together. We didn’t talk about Brock or relationships. We enjoyed music and calm and after an hour or so, I felt myself get sleepy. While I normally don’t like sharing my bed (even with my girlfriends), I didn’t have a problem with Kelly sleeping next to me—I was so high that I didn’t think I’d even notice her. I don’t remember dozing off but I woke randomly at 1:48 in the morning. I sat straight up in bed, wondering for a faded moment if it was all a dream. I looked over and there was Kelly, naked, asleep, her beautiful body entwined in my black bedsheets. She was lying flat on her stomach, her ass up and exposed. Now was the time to give her what she wanted. I pulled my pants off and, in the commotion, Kelly awoke. I looked at her and she looked down at my erect penis and my pajama pants balled up between us. She smiled at me. I smoothed my hair back again and took off my glasses, tossing them on my nightstand. I got to my knees on the bed behind her and she was now on all fours, with her face down into my pillow.
I pressed the tip of my cock against her ass and began to push into her gently. I heard her moan into the pillow. I went slow, pushing my rigid cock inside her ass gently before pulling it out even more slowly. I repeated this until she lifted her face from the pillow. “Faster now,” she said, looking over her shoulder at me. “Fuck me faster, baby,” she said, in a lower tone. *Fuck.* Hearing her say that was sexy but when I was already inside her and throbbing, it really got me turned on. I pushed my cock into her so deep that my balls began slapping against her plump ass cheeks. I started pumping in and out, gaining momentum. I could feel her push her ass against my body each time I entered her, as if she was physically asking me to fuck her deeper. I reached under my dick a put my fingers on her clit and began running tight circles around it. She was soaking wet and after a minute of rubbing on her clit, she let out a long, sexy moan. “I want to come with you,” she said, still pushing her ass into my body as my dick filled her tight asshole.
“Fuck me faster baby and make me come,” she opened the dirty talk flood gates and kept it coming. “I love your strong fingers on my clit while your huge cock fucks my little asshole.” Oh God, I loved it too but hearing her say it made it so hard to not come. “Is it hard not to come inside me right now, baby?” her sexy voice was deeper and calmer than her normal voice and it sent a chill throughout my body. She sensed I was getting close to climax. “I want you to make my pussy come while you fill me up with your come.” I began pumping into her ass harder and faster, sweat rolling down my forehead and back. She screamed and moaned as I pumped my throbbing cock in and out of her dark hole. “Please come with me baby,” she started to moan more and more and within a minute she started to come and when she did, I slipped my fingers inside of her vagina as she came. I could feel her wet pussy clamp down on my fingers as she climaxed, moaning and at one point she screamed too. And as I felt her wetness on my fingers I could feel my aching dick reach its tipping point. “Oh Kelly,” I heard myself moan in an out of body experience. I grabbed her hips tightly and pulled her back on my cock as I exploded into her asshole, letting load after load of hot cum fill up her void. When I was done, I pulled out gently and put my waded up pajama pants to her ass so that my cum wouldn’t spill out of her onto the bed.
She excused herself to the bathroom for a few minutes, long enough for me to get on a pair of underwear and lie back down in my bed. She came out and laid on top of me, our sticky and almost completely nude bodies pressed together. Her face was on my chest and I could feel her heart racing against my stomach. “You are good at that,” she said. “Is there anything you aren’t good at?” she asked. Her voice seemed different now. Loving and kind. Maybe all she needed all these years was just a good ass fucking?
“I don’t know. I’ve been told I’m good at it all,” I said.
“Let me be the judge of that, okay?” she said, reaching down into my underwear and resting her hand on my cock.
This shelter in place was going to be fun.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gtixkd/the_roommates_part_3_nsfw
Nice
Is there a part 4?
Wow!