Apartment 303 – Chapter 8: Muddy Water [MF]

*Author’s Note: Seems like Charlie can tease with the best of them. Will teasing Kelly continue? Let’s find out! This is a repost from a couple days ago, something went wrong with original post. Enjoy!*

**- Chapter 8: Muddy Water -**

*Hmm, whipped cream on pancakes? That’s usually for waffles.* My grocery basket was already filled with the essentials – pancake mix, milk, eggs, butter – and now I was contemplating the toppings. *Whipped cream on pussy, yum!* I snatched the can and tossed it in with the other items. Throughout the morning I tried to temper my expectations of what would happen with Jamie, but given my new life with my new roommates I wasn’t going to not buy whipped cream.

As badly as I wanted to, needed to, jerk off last night to relieve the blue balls Charlie left me with, I somehow resisted. *Jamie loved getting covered in my cum, I’ll save it all for her.* After Charlie made sure the coast was clear, we had scooted out the back door of the Park Ave into the alleyway. We strolled down the main street of the university district, chatting and laughing with each other. We stopped for some tacos before Charlie abruptly said she had plans to meet up with a guy for a drink.

A little confused and dejected, “You mean a date?” I asked. I thoroughly enjoyed spending time with Charlie. Her cock sucking was tremendous, her pussy sweet and delectable, but she was fun, easy-going, smart, and we had so much in common.

I could sense Charlie didn’t feel great about ditching me as she sheepishly confessed, “Well yeah. It’s just a guy from school. I’ve made up so many excuses to avoid a date with him, but I finally agreed today.” I just nodded along as she explained. “I wanted to have fun first and hang out with you.” That lifted my spirits a little. She apologized numerous times as we hugged, then we said our goodbyes and I turned towards home.

During the walk home in the brisk night my thoughts transitioned from Charlie to Jamie. I thought about Charlie’s meaty pussy lips then compared them to Jamie’s petite ones. *God I love pussy. Each one is uniquely beautiful. Like snowflakes.* My thoughts then dominated by what might happen with Jamie the next morning. Different scenarios played out until I got back to the apartment, and I forced myself into a cold shower, saving my cum for Jamie.

My expectations skyrocketed when I got home from the grocery store, because Tracy and Charlie’s bedroom doors were open and they were nowhere to be found. I knew Charlie slept at home the previous night. I’d heard her come in and thought, Fuck that other guy, he’s not getting my cumslut’s pussy. I went to work cooking pancakes, making way too many for only two people. I sliced up some strawberries and bananas, peeled the seal off the Nutella jar, and was cleaning the pan when I heard Jamie yell from her bedroom. “I want my pancakes! They smell delicious!”

I yelled back, “It’s all ready!” while I grabbed the serving tray I’d found in a cabinet, everything placed nicely on it. I turned the knob of her door, “I’m a man of my word. Breakfast in bed.”

I pushed the door open and almost dropped the tray. Jamie was laying on her bed, completely naked, legs spread, playing with her clit. “Yum, pancakes for me, but I’ve got a little snack for you.” I grinned, set the tray on her desk, and shut the door. “No, no. Bring me those pancakes daddy.” I edged up on the bed on my knees and crawled between her feet. She didn’t stop rubbing her clit, her pussy shining wet in the midday sun that filled the room. I placed the tray down on the bed, picked up a slice of strawberry, and brought it to her lips. She gently took it in her mouth and sucked on my fingers. “Thank you daddy. Juicy and sweet.”

She pulled her hand from her clit and rubbed her finger tips around my lips. I licked her juices off and agreed, “Juicy and sweet.” We alternated between me feeding her fruit and her feeding me her pussy juice.

After almost finishing the slices of fruit, Jamie grabbed a pancake in one hand and the whipped cream can in the other. “Time for the main course.” She bathed her pussy in whipped cream, dropped the can, and pushed my head down. “Bon appétit daddy.” I couldn’t help but chuckle. Jamie was so different from Charlie. Charlie would never boss me around or push my head into her crotch. “What’s so funny? Eat!” And with that, Jamie shoved the back of my head onto her mound. Whipped cream squished between her and my face. I began eating it up, slurping her pussy lips into my mouth. Her cream and the whipped cream combined into a luscious flavor. I spent a minute or two lapping and sucking her pussy clean, making sure to run my tongue up her ass crack, over her asshole to get the rivulet of juices and cream. Continuous soft moans escaped her lips while she ate her pancake. Pussy and asshole clean, I turned my attention to her clit. I flicked my tongue over it a few times, Jamie’s hips thrusting slightly. It was swollen with arousal. I audibly sipped it between my lips, massaged it with my tongue, and slipped two fingers into her pussy. My fingers slid in smoothly, then her pussy walls contracted around them. She knew how to work her cunt as she would contract and relax her muscles around my fingers while I plunged them in and out. Feeling the ridges inside of her with my fingers made me lust to feel them around my cock. I could feel precum dampening the inside of my boxers. *She might be right, I may cum just from tasting her cunt.*

Wet sounds emanated from her pussy as I thrust my fingers in and out rapidly. My hand was completely drenched. Her hips thrusting wildly side-to-side and up and down. I sunk my fingers in as deep as they would go, curled the tips upwards, and rocked her back and forth. Firm pressure on her g-spot opened the floodgates and Jamie squirted everywhere. She had thrown the last portion of her pancake away from her at some point and had her hands locked onto her nipples, pulling them hard. All the muscles in her legs, ass, and torso were tensed. Her hips thrust up towards the ceiling, her ass off the bed. “DADDY, DADDY, DADDY!” she repeatedly yelled before collapsing, her body losing all its strength. I lightly rubbed around her pussy until her hands shot down and clasped my hand. “Too much,” she exhaled.

Jamie laid there panting, her eyes still shut. I reached over and took a pancake, tore off a bite, and ate it, sucking her nectar off my fingers in the process. “Holy shit Kelly, what did you do to me? I’ve never squirted before,” Jamie said without opening her eyes. “Is that what it feels like when you blast your cum everywhere?”

I chuckled while chewing another bite of pancake. “Probably. Spraying you with my cum last week was pretty awesome.” I figured I already knew the answer, but I asked anyway, “Can I do that again?”

Jamie’s eyes opened at my request. The lust behind her dark irises was intoxicating. She smirked, “That wasn’t part of the bet.” *And there it is… Erotic torturer number one strikes again.* “But since you paid your debt, and then some…” *Oh please, just say yes!* “…I’ll wash all my cum off you in the shower.” *Fucking hell! How are these women finding new ways to torture me?*

Jamie joined me in the shower after she ran down to put her bedding in the laundry. She came and squirted so much that it soaked through her comforter onto her sheets. I was still hoping, wishing, praying that Jamie would finish me off in the shower, so I resisted relieving myself before she joined me. She didn’t comment on my still rock hard boner when she stepped in. We shuffled around each other so she could get under the water stream. Our height difference resulted in my cock pointing at her tits. She dolloped body wash in her hand and began massaging it onto her chest, then my chest, then vigorously washed her pussy and ass. When she bent forward to suds up her legs, she gave the tip of my boner a little peck. “Oh come on! That’s not fair,” I scolded.

“I told you that I want you craving my cunt so bad you immediately cum. You didn’t cum, so I guess I need to torment you more.” My gaze burned a hole through her head, but she just blew me a kiss and continued washing off. We finished the rest of the shower in silence, my boner receded in contempt. As we were toweling off, she broke the silence, “Don’t worry daddy. You will not regret being patient.” I just shook my head in annoyance.

After getting dressed Jamie suggested we go for a walk on the beach. I happily agreed, knowing a change of scenery would take my mind off of the pain in my balls. We stuffed some drinks and snacks into a backpack and jumped on the lightrail. My bad mood dissipated quickly thanks to Jamie being so upbeat and kind. She was affectionate in a way that took me by surprise. Up to now, including in her bed, she was pushy, sharp around the edges. But throughout our entire beach outing she was holding my hand, looping her arm under mine, or jumping on my back for piggy-back rides. She was so petite I barely noticed when she was there. We walked for hours. Down the beach and up through the park. We talked about where we grew up – she was from New York City, explaining a lot about her temperament. We talked about family – her family was large and very tight-knit, exactly like mine; although, most of her family was still in Hong Kong – her parents immigrated when she was a baby. She said they go back to visit every year for the Moon Festival, which was next weekend, and that she was leaving on Thursday. Jamie knew of a great Chinese restaurant between the park and our apartment, so we meandered towards it, taking our time. Jamie ordered all our food speaking in Cantonese and everything we ate was spectacular.

The hours flew by and before I knew it Jamie looked at her phone and yelped. “It’s almost 8. I gotta get to work.”

*Getting ditched again… that figures.* “I didn’t realize you had to work tonight.”

“I pretended I didn’t so I could fully enjoy our day together.”

Sighing, “I had a great day with you. I wish it could continue.”

Jamie smiled wide, “I had a great day with you too!” My heart fluttered and my cheeks felt hot.

We shared a cab to the Park Ave. It wasn’t far from the restaurant, but Jamie was going to be a little late already. Before she closed the door, Jamie leaned back into the cab and whispered, “Your patience will be rewarded daddy.” She slammed the door, eliciting a glare from the cabbie, then I had him take me to the apartment.

When I got home Charlie’s room was dark and Tracy was listening to music in her room, her door closed. I’d barely seen, let alone talked with Tracy throughout the week, but I was more than happy to not interact. For the second night in a row I felt like I got dumped. My mind was swimming in a pool of confusion and Tracy would only muddy the water more. I quickly rinsed the sand, sweat, and sunscreen off in the shower before happily getting into bed. I practiced my breathing exercise, which helped a little, but my feelings were too intense to truly reset. I’d seen a side of Jamie today that flared the same emotions inside me that Charlie had. *I’m falling in love with two women, both of them my roommates.* I was excited, but also dreading Charlie making me breakfast in bed in the morning. Jamie made it clear that she wanted to continue fooling around, so I debated whether to stop Charlie if she wanted to fool around in the morning. However, all three women insisted that our sexual escapades were no strings attached. After what seemed like hours staring at the ceiling, lost in thought, I came to the same conclusion as last week: *Roommates with benefits.* That’s what they wanted. I wasn’t cheating on anyone. Although this time, my conclusion didn’t feel as satisfying. *Probably because I haven’t nutted all week.*

My phone buzzed with a text from Charlie saying she was sorry, that she had to fill in for someone at work in the morning, and needed a rain check for breakfast. She apologized again and ended the text with a kissing emoji. That’s when I realized, *I haven’t even kissed any of these women.*

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