Still lost in the thought of the way this week has been going. I almost don’t want my roommate to come home for a while longer! The complete mystery of which guy will show up and when… I still quiver at the thought. Some have shown up more than once, and I’m thrilled at that!
As the week wound down to an end, I changed my Tinder profile message again and sent “thank yous” in the form of nude, selfies to the ones that I knew showed up (still not sure if “Shower Guy” came back more than that first visit since I didn’t get a good look at him), and resided myself to the couch to relax and watch some TV.
I heard a knock at the door, and saw the handle turn, then stopped. “It’s open,” I called. Slowly, the door opened and he poked his head through. “Hello? I, uh, just wanted to make sure the address was right before barging in. You’re Katie, right? Fr… From Tinder?”
“Yep, that’s me!” I gleefully replied. “Come on in. Get comfortable.”
I was confused at first. I recognized him as one of the ones I sent my address to, but he hadn’t been here yet. Close call, since we’re on the last night for my “Free Use Program,” as I had started calling it. I could tell he was nervous, so I blurted out “You, uh, haven’t been over yet, have you?”
“No,” he said, and I am 99.99999% POSITIVE that I saw him blush a little before he turned his head. “Is this a bad time? I can come back… or not. Whatever you want…” he trailed off a bit before I interrupted him.
“Honey, come in, get comfortable. This is “Free Use” time. Of COURSE, I’m ready!” I bit my bottom lip as I motioned him over to the couch. Everyone else had just walked in and started in on me. Don’t get me wrong, it’s been hot as FUCK and something I’ll look back at and giggle about forever, but this change in pace had me… intrigued. I met him halfway across the living room and grabbed his hand, leading him to the couch with me. “You’ve never done anything like this before, have you?” I asked.
“Yeah… no… well, sort of. Not like this. I mean I’ve had one night stands and ‘friends with benefits’ type shit before, but both of us always knew when it was happening, so I guess no, I haven’t done THIS before. I saw your picture and thought you were so hot that I just sent mine. I was surprised when you gave me your address. Been working up the courage to come over all week.”
“Oh, I see! Well, don’t worry. You’re here, I’m here, and I’m ready,” I said as I laid back on the couch, putting my legs across his lap. I didn’t “spread my legs,” at that point, but he had a nice view up the skirt side of my peach-colored sundress. “So just relax and do what you want, when you want.” Then I giggled and turned my head, pretending to be oblivious and watching TV.
You were nervous, I could tell, but that made it pretty hot, honestly. I’m no dominatrix, by any means, but I don’t mind taking charge, if the moment is right. I’m still going to let him dictate the pace right now, though. I want to see where this goes.
He placed his hand on my lower thigh, just above my knee. Slowly, he slid it up the inside of my leg, lifting his hands and having his fingertips touching me ever so slightly. He moved his fingers up and down my thigh a few more times. Admittedly, the soft-touch felt amazing. On the last trip up, I gave a slight moan and spread my legs a little. My legs may have been stretched across his lap, but I could feel his nervousness fading as he started to get hard under his jeans.
Slowly, I spread my legs, then gently pulled his hand down to let him feel that I was not wearing any panties, ai was shaved, and more importantly, I was wet and ready. He methodically rubbed his thumb up and down my pussy lips, soft at first, then getting firmer as he kept going. Every so often, he would focus on my clit, pushing firmly and making a counter-clockwise circular motion. Every time was met with more moans.
I finally spread my legs completely, one resting on the coffee table and the other behind him on the back of the couch. I moaned softly as I pulled the spaghetti string straps of my dress down, exposing my breasts and playing with them while he fingered me. He undid his pants with his free hand, adjusted himself, and pulled his cock out, stroking it in time with fingering me. I was glad he was getting more comfortable.
A moment later, I said, “Save some of that juicy dick for ME. I love sharing.” He stopped masturbating, and then stopped fingering me. He turned sideways, slid off the couch onto his knees, and pulled me closer to lick my pussy. I was soaking wet for him now. Firm licks with a surprisingly wide tongue moved up and down, while sucking my clit with every lick up. Then he spread my lips open and started sucking and licking my clit as he slid a finger in and out of me.
Still moaning, I was playing with my breasts with one hand and put the other on the back of his head, lightly pulling his hair as I directed him where to lick me. I told him I was almost ready to cum for him. He pulled me off the couch and onto the floor, gave my pussy one last lick that nearly made me cum right there. I’ve never been a “squirter,” but if I were going to, that might’ve been it if he kept going. He stopped at my breasts as he crawled up my body, sucking and lightly nibbling on each of my nipples while squeezing each breast firmly. I don’t know why he was acting so shy. He knows EXACTLY what he’s doing. Finally, he was face to face with me, teasing my pussy with the head of his swollen cock.
He kissed my neck and chest as he slowly slid himself inside of me, groaning as he did so. I’m not ashamed to admit that we both came almost immediately. We didn’t stop. He hiked my legs up, my knees almost beside my head. “Good thing I do yoga,” I thought to myself. He still kept his slow, rhythmic pace as we kept fucking. Normally, this is where most would start pounding me, but he managed to have that delicate balance between firm and gentle.
He let one of my legs lower as he wrapped an arm around me, pulling my body closer to his, keeping his pace until we both came again. Admittedly, I have cum a LOT this week, but none were as hard or as much as this. My pussy gripped him so tight that I doubt he could have pulled out of me even if he wanted to. He did not want to. As he came, he pushed himself as deep inside of me as he could go.
When it was all said and done, we actually cuddled for a few minutes. I’ve never really been one for that but felt so amazing that I needed the time to gather my thoughts back together. We cleaned ourselves up, and he pulled me in, slipping his phone number into my hands. “I know it’s against the rules, but I’d like to see you again sometime,” then he walked out the door. I saved the number. I told myself that I’d have to think about whether or not I would use it, but I already knew that I would.
I locked the apartment door behind him when he left. That… that was an AMAZING end to an amazing week. I wonder when my roommate leaves town again?
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mznmy7/free_use_fantasy_final_part_fm
Just giving some advice but you have to stop going from him to you it’s really confusing and makes the story almost unreadable. This plot was hot as fuck but you’re writing clearly needs some improvement to be honest. I’m no expert but even I could tell that you didn’t take much time writing these. Not trying to make you feel bad but be more clear in your stories and give us more details because in one of these parts your character was getting eaten out and said that his dick felt familiar even though she never touched it.