“You ready?” Katherine stood in the doorway, grasping a bottle of champagne. She had already pulled off the foil and was untwisting the wire cage around the cork.
“Watch where you point that thing, someone might lose an eye,” Charles replied, ducking out of the way. “And I’m afraid that someone is going to be me…”
Now safely out of the way of the line of fire, he continued. “To answer your question: yes, I’m *extremely* ready.”
Katherine rolled her eyes, looking at the clock on the microwave of their shared apartment. Finally, the green numbers flipped from 4:29 to 4:30 in the afternoon.
*POP!*
“Two weeks!” Katherine exclaimed, a tiny bit of bubbling champagne running done her hand. She poured the wine into two waiting flutes.
“Two fucking weeks,” Charles repeated, holding out his glass for a quick toast. They both downed their glasses quickly. Katherine reached to the bottle and poured herself a refill before handing it over to Charles, who followed her lead.
“This isn’t weird, right?” Charles asked. “Like, it’s the middle of a Tuesday afternoon and we’re drinking champagne.” He squinted at the bottle. “Or, something that might pass for champagne at a high school prom afterparty…”
Katherine snatched the bottle back from him. “Let me assure you, my dear roommate, this is not weird. Two weeks since we got our second shots! We’re free. This thing is finally almost over.”
“It has been pretty shitty,” Charles conceded. “14 months since we could sit inside at a restaurant. 14 months since we could go to a concert. 14 months since my last date…”
Katherine chortled. “Who are you trying to fool? It’s been at least 18 months since you had a date. I would know.”
“Whatever. It’s been awhile since I had a woman over, sure…”
Katherine stifled more laughter. “A while?”
Charles continued, unfazed. “I can go on dates without you knowing. Not all of us bring every single person we date home for the night.”
His roommate feigned offense and shock. “Excuse me, are you calling me a slut? That’s quite an accusation. You’re just jealous I can get some whenever I want. Or at least I could, back before all of this.”
Charles shot her a glance. “You know you still could. Er, I mean, if you were able to get out and meet guys.”
Katherine pretended not to notice his implication. “Aw, you’re sweet, thanks.” She reached out her glass for another toast. “Here’s to ‘getting some.'”
“I’ll drink to that,” Charles responded. They both threw back the rest of the their drinks.
Katherine continued. “Everyone probably thinks we’re fucking anyway. Think about it. A hot, single woman and her not-totally-unfortunate-looking single male roommate, quarantined together for more than a year. It’s a tale as old as time,” she laughed as she slid next to Charles on their soft couch.
“I remember reading that story in school,” Charles joked. He grabbed the bottle and split the last of the champagne between their two glasses.
Charles set the empty bottle back on the coffee table. “Well, that didn’t last long…”
“We always did make a good team,” she asserted. They clicked their glasses together one last time and sat shoulder-to-shoulder on the couch, savoring the last of their wine.
Katherine leaned her head on Charles’ shoulder. “So, why do you think we never…”
“Never what?”
“You know,” Katherine insisted. “Why didn’t we ever get together? Do you not find me attractive?”
“You know that’s not true,” Charles shot back. Charles shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
“Oh, so you think I’m hot?” Katherine was peering up at him now, eager to see his reaction. She loved making him uncomfortable.
“Katherine…”
“I think you think I’m hot, just look at your little friend here,” Katherine giggled, pointing to the clear outline of Charles’ hardening cock in his pants.
“Katherine, come on…” Charles pleaded. “It’s embarrassing.”
“It’s not embarrassing, it’s flattering,” Katherine responded, her voice moving to a low whisper. She leaned toward him. “I didn’t know I was capable of getting you this worked up.” Her face was now just a few inches from his.
Maybe it was the champagne, or maybe it was just because he was so damn lonely. Whatever it was, Charles suddenly found the courage to lean in and steal a kiss from his beautiful roommate.
As quickly as the kiss started, it ended. Realizing what they had done, they looked at each other, letting their actions—and the possible consequences—sink in.
Then it happened. The two leaned in again, this time pulling each other closer. The dam had burst, and they let 14 months of sexual tension explode in a matter of moments.
Katherine sucked on his lower lip as she felt his hand on the back of her head, fingers intwined in her hair. His other hand slid around her waist, pulling her body towards his.
Their tongues and mouths danced together as their hands explored each other’s bodies. Charles kissed her neck and under her ear. She purred her encouragement as she reveled in the feeling of his lips on her skin.
Wordlessly, Katherine pulled Charles’ shirt over his head; soon, her t-shirt joined his on the floor. She pawed at his chest while she kissed his lips and under her ear. His hands found her breasts, cupping them in his hand while feeling the texture of her bra on his fingertips.
“Come on,” Charles urged, taking her hand. He pressed her up against the living room wall, meeting her in a deep kiss again. He unbuttoned her jeans, revealing the waistband of her lacy panties. Her hands found his crotch, stroking his thick manhood through his jeans. He unhooked her bra, and his mouth quickly found the top of her bare breasts while his fingers flicked her hardening nipples.
Katherine moaned her approval, grinding her hips into his body. Her hands ran through his hair as she savored the feeling of his warm lips on her skin.
Finally, they broke their embrace and hurried toward his room. She wiggled out of her pants, leaving them on the floor, before falling on her back on to the bed. Charles hurriedly pulled off his jeans, standing before her in his underwear.
Charles eyed Katherine’s body laid out on the bed before him—her bare, smooth legs, her curvy hips, her enticing, delicious breasts. And that smile. And those eyes…
He sighed aloud. “God, you’re beautiful.”
“So what are you waiting for?” she beckoned.
Charles slid on top of her. The two resumed their grinding, their bodies only separated by the thin fabric of their underwear. She could feel his hard cock pressing, yearning to break free and enter her.
There was nothing she wanted more. She tugged at his boxers; he got the hint and tossed them aside. Then her breath caught as she finally felt his fingers hook her panties and pull them down over her feet.
They kissed again, now nothing between them. She felt his hard cock graze her legs and exposed pussy as their bodies moved together. As they twisted and moved together, he flipped to his back and pulled her on top of him. Her hand reached back, grasping his manhood and sliding down to his balls as their tongues swirled together.
“Do you have a condom?” she asked between kisses.
Charles reached into his bedside table, pulling out a box of Trojans. He looked at the package and audibly groaned. “They’re expired.”
Despite being naked and straddling Charles with his cock in her hand, Katherine couldn’t help but laugh. “Of course. It’s been like 6 years since you had sex, I forgot.”
“Ha, ha,” Charles dryly replied. “Just come here.” With that, his hands grabbed her ass and pulled her body up his torso. Soon she was straddling his face.
“Oh, shit, what are you—oh, mmm…” Katherine felt his tongue trace the length of her pussy. Then his tongue retraced its route with a pointed tongue, just barely piercing her wet pussy, from the bottom to the top.
Charles’ hands grasped her hips and pulled her down on his face. She felt his lips and tongue on her pussy while his nose pressed into her sensitive clit.
Katherine felt her hips involuntary start to sway back and forth, grinding on her roommate’s face.
“Ohhhh,” Katherine moaned. Her right hand moved to her breast; her left moved to the top of his head. She intertwined her fingers in his hair, pulling his face into her crotch.
“Jesus, you taste good,” Charles managed while coming up for air. His face was glistening with his saliva and her bountiful juices.
Katherine moved her hand from her nipples, reaching back to grasp Charles’ aching cock. She felt his hardness in her fingers, then her palm. Before long, she slid her fingertips and massaged his balls.
“Hmmhmm,” Charles groaned into her quivering slit. She felt his nose pressing into her clit once more, his tongue still dancing in and out of her wet pussy lips.
“Oh, fuck,” Katherine exhaled. “If you keep that up, I’m gonna cum…”
“Mmhmm,” Charles encouraged, the vibrations of his voice resonating in her body.
“Shit, Charles, you’re gonna make me cum…”
“Mmhmm,” Charles repeated yet again.
“Ohhh, Charles…” Katherine let the orgasm overtake her. Her hand was still wrapped around Charles’ cock, but she couldn’t concentrate on stroking while Charles continued to lick her quivering pussy.
Katherine pulled away, caught her breath and once again wrapped her hands around Charles’ throbbing member. She felt its girth and weight in her fingers.
“Fuck. I need that cock,” Katherine declared. “I don’t care about the condom. I just want you so bad. It should be fine.”
“Should be?”
Katherine shot him a look. “Are you really going to argue with me right now?”
Charles didn’t respond with words, but rather with actions. His hands on her ass, he picked her up and flipped her to her back. She spread her legs and he slid on top of her, their faces just inches apart.
He felt her heels press into his back as she drew him closer. His hard cock grazed her wet pussy, and the two met in a deep kiss.
“Mmm,” Katherine said. “You were right — I do taste good.” She licked her lips, now wet with her own arousal.
“You are so fucking full of yourself,” Charles laughed.
“I’m about to be full of something,” Katherine shot back, a mischievous look in her eye. Her hand wrapped around Charles’ thick shaft. “You’ve been keeping this big cock from me for too long.”
She took the head of his dick in her fingers, guiding him toward her waiting hole.
His cock easily parted her wet pussy lips, still coated with her own wetness and his saliva. His hips soon met hers as she accommodated his full length inside her.
“Oh, my God…” Charles moaned in pleasure as he sank into her, feeling her warm, receptive pussy surround him for the first time. “You feel so fucking good…”
Katherine giggled. She watched his eyes widen as she clenched her pussy around him. He moaned again. “Do you like that?” she teased. She already knew the answer.
Charles regained himself and slowly withdrew from her, only to slowly slide into her once more. Both he and Katherine sighed in pleasure as their bodies established a rhythm together.
They moved together, slowly and purposefully. She raised her hips to meet each slow thrust, needing to feel his thickness split and fill her once again.
Charles moaned softly as he sucked on her earlobe, still thrusting in and out. Her heels pressed into his back, and her hands moved to his hips, allowing her to feel his growing power and desire with each stroke. He braced himself with one hand, sliding the other down between her legs.
Soon he was rutting into her, throwing all caution to the wind. Their bodies slapped together, an audible clap of skin on skin punctuating their audible moans and breathing.
Katherine felt her soaked pussy clench again as his body, feeling every inch of him as his cock plunged deep into her pussy and his thumb slid over her clit in rhythm.
“Fuck… Charles…” was all she could muster as her orgasm flooded her mind and body once more. “Yes…”
Charles felt her body react, causing a chain reaction in his own. Still thrusting, he buried his head in her shoulder. “Oh, Katherine…” he strained, his own approaching orgasm evident in his voice.
Katherine ran her fingers through her lover’s hair, holding him close as his thrusts grew more urgent and unrestrained.
“Let me taste you,” Katherine urged. “I want to taste you.”
Charles groaned in agreement and withdrew his glistening cock from Katherine’s wet hole. He knelt on the bed while she wrapped her lips around his shaft, licking the head.
“Oh, Katherine…” Charles moaned as a warning. “Katherine… Fuck…”
Just then, Charles sent a spurt of his cum to the back of Katherine’s throat. His cock contracted hard again, and again, each time pumping a stream of cum into Katherine’s waiting mouth and coating her tongue.
Katherine gently sucked him clean, swallowing the last of his semen as it seeped out from his softening cock.
With a heavy sigh, Charles collapsed on his back. Katherine snuggled up beside him.
“Well, that was fun,” Katherine giggled. She leaned up to kiss Charles on the lips.
The two kissed again and Katherine set her head back on his shoulder. The two listened to nothing more than each other breathing, in and out, in and out, while they basked in the afterglow.
After several minutes of quiet cuddling, Charles broke the contented silence. “So are we going out tonight? The bars are opening. I bet some people are even out already.”
Nestled into Charles’ shoulder, Katherine traced a finger up and down his bare chest. “I don’t know. I think maybe I’d like to stay in.”
“Me, too.” Charles breathed deep, soaking in the warmth of his new lover’s beautiful, warm body pressed against his. “Me, too.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/n2qysc/two_weeks_mf_friends_to_lovers