Apartment 303 – Chapter 14: My Ass Will Be All Yours Soon Enough [MF]

*Author’s Note: WowWee, what a special night! Will Kelly get even luckier the morning after? Previous chapters and other erotica is hosted at* r/KellyBoomErotica. *I look forward to your comments, and as always DMmeYOURpussies.*

**- Chapter 14: My Ass Will Be All Yours Soon Enough -**

Unlike Thursday morning, I woke up embracing a naked woman. The three of us all fell asleep together. After our ménage à trois we rinsed off and Cammi showed us to her bedroom at the other end of the apartment. There were no cameras, just a normal bedroom that felt lived in. It was cozy, messy, and smelled floral. We all crawled under the covers and drifted off to sleep lovingly holding each other.

Before I opened my eyes, not knowing which woman I was spooning, I lazily caressed her stomach and breasts. She stirred slightly and gently pushed her hips back into me. My morning wood was perfectly placed in between her ass cheeks. I began to thrust slowly eliciting sleepy moans. My eyes fluttered open to see Tracy’s wild hair on the pillow. Her hips started pumping up and down, her sleepy moans turned into lustful ones. I brushed her hair away and kissed her neck. Her reaction was the opposite of my desired effect as she rolled away from me. Her eyes shot open to meet mine. “Sorry, I thought you were enjoying that,” I said.

“I was but we can’t,” she shot back at me.

I looked behind me and said, “Cammi’s not here but I don’t think she’ll mind as long as we don’t make a mess.”

“No, that’s not it. I just…” she looked down. “Kelly, I really like you, but we can’t have sex.”

“I like you too. We don’t have to have sex.” She returned her kind eyes to mine. “I mean you fucked my ass last night,” I said. *Holy shit… I got fucked in the ass last night*, I thought after the words escaped my mouth. Tracy chuckled at me, but she held her loving gaze. I continued, “But it’s cool if you want to take it slow.”

She pounced into my arms and I squeezed her tight. “I want to fuck you… Well, I mean I want you to fuck me, but yes I want to take it slow.”

“Of course,” I assured her. She kissed my cheek, then continued down, kissing my neck, my chest, and eventually kissing my cock. “Well, good morning!” I cheered when she took me fully into her mouth. She bobbed up and down expertly, played with my balls, until I asked, “You want me to cum in your mouth.” She hummed her approval and my cock blissfully pulsed. She milked me dry and didn’t let a single drop escape.

Cammi wasn’t home, but we eventually found her note on the kitchen counter. She wrote that she was sorry to leave, had the *best* time last night, and to help ourselves to anything. The post script said she’d get us a copy of the video soon.

I whipped us up some breakfast – scrambled eggs, toast, mango slices, coffee and orange juice. Tracy assured me it was fine eating so much. Cammi loved to cook, Tracy explained, and always made elaborate dishes whenever she was over. We lounged around the beautiful apartment chatting until mid-afternoon. Tracy was easy to converse with. She was curious about me, openly discussed herself, she laughed easily and made me laugh often. We didn’t discuss the night before at all until we were gathering our things and cleaning up. Tracy was wearing her normal clothes that she had on before getting ready for the club. I eyed the ladies’ dresses exactly where they’d dropped them the night before. For a second my mind saw exactly what I’d seen the night before – Cammi and Tracy leering at me naked, lust burning in their eyes. *Please sex gods, let that happen again!* I swooped the dresses up, “Tracy, here’s your dress.”

Peering over, “Both of those are Cammi’s. Just toss them on her bed.”

“You looked great in this last night,” holding up the black dress.

“Thanks baby! You looked great when I was pegging you last night!”

Without the eroticism of being in the moment, I felt abashed at the realization I got fucked in the ass. Timidly I replied, “Yeah… That was unexpected. I’m not sure how to feel about it.”

Tracy felt my unease and in a comforting tone she said, “Oh baby. Did it feel good?”

“Yes, but painful too. Well… Not painful exactly…”

“It’s an uncomfortable pleasure,” she interjected.

“Totally! Uncomfortable pleasure,” I repeated.

“I get it. I’ve had anal sex before.”

“Really?” My tone thick with intrigue.

Tracy chuckled, “Trust me baby, my ass will be all yours soon enough.” *Jeez, these women! “Be patient”… “Soon”… “You will be rewarded”…* I couldn’t complain though. They were all fulfilling my wildest sexual fantasies. However, their teasing, the secrets, them actively avoiding kissing me was driving me mad. I truly adored all of them, inside and outside of the bedroom. *Maybe each one is falling for me, just like I’m falling for them? Maybe they’re protecting themselves by not kissing me? Maybe they’re protecting me from myself?*

“What?” I said as I realized Tracy had continued speaking while I was lost in thought.

“Thinking about fucking my tight ass, weren’t you?” she grinned. I nodded slightly, not about to share my real thoughts. She continued, “I said, that was the first time I’ve pegged anyone before.”

“And it was enjoyable for you? It’s not like you can feel the dildo?”

“Very enjoyable! It’s like when I fucked your face. I wasn’t touching you but you got a boner. Plus, the strap-on had a dildo that went into me too.”

“Oh, I didn’t see that part.” Tracy smirked, raising her eyebrows. “Honestly though,” my tone serious. “I feel a little emasculated now thinking about it.”

Tracy shut off the kitchen faucet and walked over to me. She took both of my hands in hers, looked me in the eyes, and compassionately said, “A real man trusts his partner. You trusted me wholeheartedly last night and that is very special to me. You are the best *man* I’ve met in a long time,” emphasizing the word. “You’re strong, yet you allow yourself to be vulnerable. You’re passionate and sensitive. You know when to take control and when to cede it.” I thought I might cry. Tracy, as she always did, knew just what to say to change the mode for the better. “You’re fucking hot when you blast me with your cum, and just as hot with a dildo in your ass.”

If there was ever a time for an earth shattering, record breaking, romantic kiss between lovers, that was the time. Our gaze was held captive by our love. Energy flowed from one to the other through our touch. I placed Tracy’s hands on my chest. Pulled her close, my hands on her lower back. She bit her lip. I closed my eyes and leaned in. I could feel her breath on my lips. And… she pulled back.

“We can’t. I’m sorry Kelly,” her voice stained. “We’re roommates and I can’t fall in lo..” She cut herself off.

I stood there staring at her silently, Tracy still in my arms. *She’s right. I can’t fall in love with her. I’m secretly hooking up with two other women.* However, at that moment, I wanted to confess everything. Tell Tracy about Jamie and Charlie. Tell her I would end it with them and only be with her. *She’ll fucking hate me though. It wasn’t just two other women, it was our roommates.* I reluctantly released our embrace and agreed, “Roommates… Yeah… That was a bad idea.”

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Sore all over, I gladly fall onto the couch. I had worked out with a ferocity no one else in the gym could match. Blocking out everything besides *one more lap… one for rep… one more mile* was exactly what I’d needed after parting ways with Tracy.

The remainder of our time in Cammi’s apartment was spent in awkward conversation. Both of us knew we’d said too much, and at the same time hadn’t said enough. When the kitchen was clean, Cammi’s bed made, and linens in the wash, Tracy said she had plans to meet up with some friends. I didn’t think that was true, but was more than happy to part ways. I’d needed to be alone. A quick pit stop at home to change, then I rushed off to the gym. I devoured a burrito after, showered, and delighted in the fact I had the apartment to myself.

I didn’t want to think about any of my roommates, so I grabbed my book, avoiding Charlie’s *Untitled*. However, I read a few pages but my brain digested none of it. There was no way to avoid thinking about my roommates without the ache and sweat to distract me that I’d had at the gym. I did my breathing exercises while focusing on one question. *What do I want?* I weighed what I liked most about each roommate. I wrestled with the possibility of picking one roommate but still living with the others. I acknowledged the most probable outcome was that all three would end up hating me. I allowed myself to create a fantasy scenario where all four of us loved and fucked each other in some sort of roommate utopia. As outlandish as that seemed to me, I considered the fact that a few weeks ago I moved in with three complete strangers and now I was regularly cumming with them.

I must’ve been lying there for hours, my mind going in loops with no conclusion. Thankfully my phone buzzed, throwing me out of my own spiral. It was a text from Charlie asking if I wanted to come to the record shop tomorrow and give her my thoughts on her manuscript. I texted her back saying I’d love to, then went into my room and reopened *Untitled*.

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