This is the second part of a three-party story about how a sexual relationship evolved with my girlfriend (now ex-girlfriend) and her roommate. Read part one [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/m0gvha/mff_how_fucking_all_night_almost_led_to_a/).
**Evening, a Few Days Later**
Immediately it was clear things had changed between the three of us. And I wasn’t upset by that. I was into Regan and for the first time I was allowing myself to admit it. When I first met her I was struck by her personalty. She had presence and poise. She had a regal quality about her. Her big green eyes and flawlessly hydrated skin made her seem youthful and timeless. She had what I still regard to this day as the best breasts I have ever seen. They looked like they were molded for some greek goddess. They would have seemed too large for her petite frame had they not laid so effortlessly on her body. Her breasts were flawless and full—sloping down her chest before sloping back up and sitting at attention—retroussé in the truest sense of the word.
My disposition in situations like this is not to initiate anything, only respond to flirtations and temper that response appropriate to the flirtation and circumstance. So I was even. I didn’t flirt more with Regan. I didn’t bring the topic up with Rachel. But, I was the only one behaving that way.
We all had commitments for a few days after the “almost threesome” but that Friday we all were again in the apartment together. I walked into the apartment a little after 7pm. I barely unbuttoned my suit vest before Regan was in front of me. Her bare breasts shook in her thin silk robe as she smiled, held her hands together behind her, poked her chest out and teased me,, “Sooo. How was work?” I laughed at her and told her she was a “trip” as I walked by her to get into Rachel’s room and take my suit off.
I pulled Rachel’s door in when I entered her room. I didn’t close the door because I planned on going right back into the living room after I changed. But, before I could get my clothes back on Regan stood in the doorway. She told me I was “rude” and walked off. When she turned around and playfully stomped back toward her room I watched her ass jiggle just below her robe. I knew she was throwing a temper tantrum for attention. I was surprised because we didn’t have this type of dynamic until then. She was ratcheting up her flirtations for sure.
Rachel certainly did her part. When she finally did get home that evening she seemed not to think wearing many clothes was necessary either. She joined Regan and I in the living room/kitchen area in a high-waisted thong and crop top t-shirt that ended just below her nipples. Her hair was tied tight in a high ponytail. And though she did think it necessary to take all her clothes off she didn’t find it necessary to remove the black leather choker she wore all day. Together we referred to this outfit as the “bitch uniform.” Something she would wear when she wanted to get taken care of.
“Hey girl,” she said to Regan and smiled. Regan smiled wide and hugged her. She asked Rachel how her day was. Moments later Rachel asked her the same. Regan said her day was great until “someone got home.” Rachel laughed at her and asked “what’d he do now?” Regan rolled her eyes and said that it was my “general rudeness.” Rachel laughed and they went to the kitchen beside the living room.
Their apartment had an open floor plan. The kitchen sat aside the living room. No wall separated the spaces. The elevator opened into the apartment. They had one of ten units in their ten-story building. So while the girls started to prepare dinner I turned on television. I only had a few hours until I had to get on a call with west coast business partners. And because of a hectic morning I hadn’t had time to workout before heading to the office. So I started doing pushups and sit-ups while I watched a Knicks game.
After 15 minutes I was fairly thirsty. I walked into the kitchen to get some water. When I got to the refrigerator I was greeted by Rachel who moved from in front of the stove to in front of the refrigerator. She playfully tried to stop me from opening it as she laughed and said, “so Regan tells me you are running from her now.” I laughed as I pushed her away and grabbed water. I told her they were “silly” and rested against the kitchen bar. I heard Regan say “hmmm” as she walked in front of me. “Yes, you did” she said to me without breaking eye contact. The heat of the moment was insane. Nothing existed in those moments but silence and sexual tension. You could taste the desire in the air. I broke eye contact with Regan to look down at her body. When I saw a vein stretched over her right breast I felt my bulge pulsate and twitch. The beauty of the thin silk robe cradled over her perfect body had me in a haze. My haze was broken when I heard Rachel exclaim, “doesn’t look that way to me” before bursting out in laughter. I used the distraction as a moment to walk back to the living room.
I knew at that moment that we were all going to fuck. It was just a matter of when. Once dinner was in the oven the girls poured drinks. Regan brought me a drink, placed it over a coaster and squatted next to me–as low as she would be if she were on her knees—looked up in my eyes and asked me if “there would be anything else.” To be honest she caught me off guard with that move. Her body was folded like a beach chair, her labia pushing out between her calfs, the areolas on her bare breasts peaked out beneath her silk robe and the rest of her breasts covered her folded body. I’m not mad that I was slow to respond. It took every ounce of self-restraint for me not to fuck her like the silly little bitch she was behaving as. I held eye contact with her for a few moments and very calmly, but somewhat ominously said, “not at the moment.” I held eye contact for a few more seconds then turned my attention back to the game.
Regan joined Rachel back in the kitchen. After a few minutes I heard a boisterous laugh and heard Rachel shout “Girllll” and grab a handful of Regan’s breast, pinching her nipple as she released her grasp. I couldn’t hear what they were saying. My imagination has many suitable conversations to consider.
Before this they engaged in mildly flirtatious behavior. They did what I regard as standard girl shit. Grabbing each other’s asses being the most extreme physical flirtation. A lot of friendly intimacy. Big on hugs, shoulder grabs, pull-ins by the waist — things like that. Maybe a kiss one day or something. But, Rachel kneading Regan’s breast in the middle of the kitchen was definitely a step up on their personal flirtation. When I asked Rachel later what compelled her to grab Regan’s breast and pinch her nipple while they were preparing dinner she just told me “girl shit” before walking off.
Regan was smiling and laughing and enjoying the physical intimacy. She moved toward Rachel’s body almost as if to kiss her but just held eye contact and laughed. I fucking loved the way she flirted. I don’t know if I have enjoyed anyone else’s flirtations more. Everything about her physical appearance was in your face. Big green eyes, large gorgeous breasts, bright smile, cheekbones up, dimples deep, long brown hair, statuesque in every sense of the word. And when she walked around in barely nothing there was no way anyone could not notice and not keep “re-noticing.” And yet, when she wanted to her flirtations were elegant, quaint and sharp with effect — her breath on your clavicle, her face held just at yours, so close you could feel her breath—and then just like that not there anymore.
**The Next Morning**
Though the night before got very flirtatious very quickly my late night phone calls prevented anything from happening. On top of that Rachel had to leave on a flight just after 6am. She didn’t wake me up before leaving for the airport knowing I went to sleep only a few hours prior. I got up just after 8am and stumbled into the adjoining bathroom. I jumped in the shower reveling from the night before. A lot of sexual tension was built and pushed and teased. I knew things were going to escalate one day soon. As I thought about Regan— her breath against my chest and neck, her scent, her glorious breasts, the way she fondled Rachel, the self-abandonment she was willing to engage in— I got hard. I started to stroke myself lost in my thoughts of her when I heard the bathroom door open. “Morning” Regan shouted at me. I pushed myself off the wall and turned around so my back was facing her. The shower in their apartment was all glass floor-to-ceiling. So if someone walked into the bathroom only the steam of the shower was covering the person showering from view. And even then the water from the shower head pushed most of the steam off the shower’s glass walls. She knew exactly what she was doing.
“Seriously,” I said sarcastically to her. She said that “a girl’s gotta brush her teeth.” I told her “right” as I turned around to face her. I knew exactly what I was doing. I had been tormented by sexual tension with these girls for months and that was exponentially more true in the last few days. I hadn’t cum in a few days since time hadn’t allowed for it. In the last 24 hours she exposed herself in little clothing and fondled herself and Rachel in front of me. All of which had me jerking off to the thought of her moments prior. And me playing coy, as if I didn’t secretly adore every ounce of the attention was complete bullshit. And we all knew it. So in that moment, I decided to make her acknowledge it to herself.
When I am hard after sex or if I haven’t cum in a day my dick looks comical. And I’m sure in some sense it was funny as fuck to watch it flop as I turned to face her. But, her reaction suggested nothing funny at all. She was a mix of lust and astonishment. She looked at my dick quizzically and just stared. She came in here for a show. So fuck it she was going to get a show. She turned away to put toothpaste on her toothbrush and turned back to me and resumed staring. I washed my abs, pelvic bones, down to my dick while talking to her about generic every day things. “We need more almond milk” while I grabbed a third of my shaft — 3 or 4 inches or so— and shook it. I moved my hands to put soap on my shoulders. Her gawking continued. Her stare not averted. “You need to get a spare copy of the mailbox key” I told her while squeezing my pelvic muscles to shake my dick in front of her face. I laughed at her because she stopped brushing her teeth. She just held the toothbrush in the back of her throat. Toothpaste dripped out of the sides of her mouth off of her lips down to her chin. “Foreshadowing, I see.” I said to her in between laughs. She just said “what” got her composure and finished brushing her teeth.
I liked having her off-guard, not in control and in a bit of disarray. She had been taunting me for days. This was just the beginning of my payback, or so I thought. I decided to escalate things a bit. I asked her to “pass me” the exfoliator in the medicine cabinet that sat above her head. She let out a bratty and curt “no” followed with a pout. I scolded her playfully and walked out of the shower. I didn’t turn the shower off because I wasn’t done. I didn’t towel off because I wanted to torment her. Though I love showing off and wasn’t bashful in the least my heart was beating a little faster than usual. I watched her take me in while I strode in front of her. Though too-often used a term—“up and down”—is the perfect descriptor for her stares. I stopped an inch or two in front of her, close enough so she could feel the heat emanating off of me. I lifted my arm to get the exfoliator, she momentarily stopped staring at my wet dick wagging back and forth and met eye contact with me.
She told me my face already looked well exfoliated. I told her it wasn’t for my face. Her eyes smiled back at me. Before I could turn to go back in the shower she said, “no, let me.” She filled her palms with soap, and started to lather the head, then base of my shaft. She pushed her palms of each of her hands into me, before pulling them away and using two hands so she could grasp my girth fully. I had to hold my breath to stop from losing myself and cumming right there. And just as I had a few minutes prior she began listing mundane details about the coming day. “I have a *package* being delivered this afternoon,” she said as she stroked the head of my cock with both her hands. The random phrases became less random and more sexual. “You keep denying me what I really need,” she shouted as she escalated the speed of her thrusts. “Why do you keep doing that,” she taunted me while massaging my balls. “You have to stop doing that,” she said as she moved one hand back up to my shaft. I felt myself about to cum just before she released her grasp, pulled her hands away and smacked my balls with her right palm. “Now go finish your shower,” she said in a soft and stern tone.
I took a few moments to compose myself, but managed to ask her what time she was leaving for work before she walked out of the bathroom door. She turned over her shoulder and said “I’m working from home today” with the widest smile.
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