The basement was partially finished, and one of our roommates had a spare couch that wouldn’t fit in the living room, so there was a small sitting area amongst the other odds and ends we stored down there. When Scott and I got to the basement, we immediately landed on the couch.
We nervously began making out, really feeling each other’s bodies for the first time. I grabbed his dick again, and this time I knew I wanted to do more than just touch it. “Can you take your pants off?” I asked. I’m notorious for accidentally snapping the waistband against my husband’s dick in my excitement, and I figured that was not a good way to start things off. Scott pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles, revealing a decent-sized cock that was very well-groomed. I continued jacking him off, watching his eyes roll back in his head, then asked “Can I blow you?” He seemed surprised, but nodded enthusiastically.
I got on my knees in front of the couch as he spread his legs to make room for me. I flicked the tip of his hard cock with my tongue, and I could instantly tell that he was enjoying himself. I licked the shaft up and down before wrapping my lips around it. His dick was thicker than I’d ever taken, and I was loving the sensation of my jaw stretching to accommodate him. I took it as deep into my throat as I could, listening to his soft moans of pleasure. I bobbed up and down, making sure to give him the best head he’d ever had in his life. After all, I knew that his minimal experience with oral had been unsatisfactory, and I was eager for the opportunity to give him a taste of what it was like to be with a more experienced partner who didn’t mind being a slut.
After a while, I heard him from above me: “Oh my god, you’re gonna make me cum.” I nodded with his dick still in my mouth, turning my eyes up to meet his, and this was enough to push him over the edge. With a loud moan, Scott blew an enormous load into my mouth, almost too much for me to contain. I swallowed like the good cumslut I am.
The look on Scott’s face was pure shock and excitement. “Making you cum is kind of the objective,” I told him, wiping my lips. He said that no one had ever let him cum in their mouth before, so he was warning me ahead of time. I felt a surge of pride; something in me was honored to be the first girl to swallow his load.
He pulled his pants back up, turned to me, and said, “Your turn.” I paused; I wasn’t sure if I was ready for him to go down on me, and things were moving really fast. I felt nervous about the idea of being so exposed, but I was so wet and so horny that I had to make some concessions. “You can finger me if I keep my shorts on.”
I unbuttoned my jean shorts and laid down on the couch with my head more or less in Scott’s lap, and he ran his hand down my body, playing with my tits in my tank top on the way down. He slid his hand down my pants, exploring my pussy for the first time. “God, you’re so wet,” he muttered in my ear. I could only moan in response. His fingers started out gently rubbing my lips, and moved more quickly as I got into it. He reached down further, shoving his fingers inside me, and I gasped with pleasure as my best friend, my roommate, a groomsman in my wedding, expertly used his fingers to turn me into a trembling whore.
I squeaked and moaned the way I always do- I’m known to be pretty expressive during sex- but it was Scott’s first time seeing me react to anything sexual. He was noticeably turned on by me being turned on; I could feel his cock harden near my head as I laid in his lap at his mercy. His fingers slid effortlessly over my clit, everything slick from my wetness. He hit a perfect rhythm, and before long I was shaking uncontrollably as a powerful orgasm overtook my body. I now understood why he had a reputation for generosity. I kept as quiet as I could, knowing that our roommate might still be awake. But that made everything even sexier, and I had to cover my mouth to keep from screaming in pleasure as he continued to rub my clit as I came. When it was all over, I was a puddle in his lap.
In just one night, I had gone from a friend he made out with once to the girl who swallowed his load and came on his fingers.
We talked to make sure that we were both okay with everything that had happened, and laughed about the fact that we weren’t more weirded out by the night’s events. Our friendship felt the same, despite the huge boundaries that had been crossed. We promised to tell each other if it got weird, and with that we both went to our respective bedrooms to go to sleep.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gww9s8/twoweek_fling_with_myf_roommatem_part_3
All the affirmative consent made my dick hard.