[MF] I bought my roommate a bikini…and fucked her in it.

Some seven years ago, during college, I briefly roomed in a cozy apartment with an old friend of mine. Let’s call her Sylvia. She and I had known each other a long while, had hooked up a couple of times, considered dating, but never really took that step. But we always had a fantastic relationship. We hung out, made each other laugh, consoled one another during the challenging times…so when I needed a roommate for a year, when I was about 21, she thought it’d be a great opportunity to get out of her parents’ place. For a while there, we were like best friends.

She moved in at the beginning of spring, and was eager to fill her new space with all kinds of fun stuff. We went out for lunch before moseying off to the local mall to buy a few things. Like I said, we’d been friends for a long time already – so it quickly turned into one of those fun, impromptu dates. You remember that feeling? Like when you were a teenager? Just walking around somewhere with your friend, cracking jokes and overall having a great time? It was just like that. Fucking marvelous.

We found our way into some upscale clothing store, not really expecting to buy anything, just to browse. I’m a bit of a fashionista myself, I guess, so I always find myself tempted by stores like the one we walked into. However, we ended up in the women’s section, looking at their summer selection of shorts and bikinis.

Something about Sylvia: she always dressed modestly. Now, she was hot, of course. And you could tell. Cropped, pixie-like, dashing red hair. Porcelain skin and happy brown eyes. Many a soft-hearted man had fallen prey to her charms over the years (including myself, once or twice.) But she scarcely showed herself off. The amount of people who saw her in anything more revealing than a long dress or a long jacket were few and far between. Let alone short shorts, or a bikini. Just wasn’t something she did. Sylvia was a bit mysterious in that way. But that’s attractive, now isn’t it?

So, when we ended up in front of the swimsuits and I joked to her about buying this incredibly-sexy yet wildly-revealing string bikini. Jet black with stylish splashes of gold metal at the strings. Definitely show-stopping for the time.

She just laughed. “Oh, sure. I’ll even wear it out of the mall.”

That earned a hearty chuckle for me. “In that case, I’ll buy it for you.” – not thinking much of it.

But to my surprise, she came back with: “…really?”

I told her that I would. It was expensive, but really, I didn’t think she’d go for it. I’d known her for years, even slept with her on a couple of occasions. Never saw her in a bikini or anything resembling it.

“Okay. Do it.”

Some $200 later, she walked out with a tiny bag containing that very bikini (although she didn’t actually wear it out, sad to say.) That was a lot of money to spend on a friend, when I was in college!

Fast forward a couple months. I’d basically forgotten about that excursion to the mall, and Sylvia and I settled into our status as roommates. We didn’t do much together, in truth – mostly watched movies and cooked. But we had a great time, and she was as good a roommate as I’d ever had, if I’m being honest. One day, I got an invite from a guy I knew that was throwing a pool party at his parents’ place. I mean, fuck, who doesn’t love pool parties? So I was getting ready to go. Picture this: I’ve got my hawaiian shirt on, wayfarer sunglasses, my bracelet, and these deep-blue short swim shorts. Ready to walk out the door, when Sylvia comes out of her room, and asks me where I’m going. Being the good friend I am, I invite her. To my surprise, she said she wanted to come along. Go figure.

We end up poolside, and I’m having a cocktail and talking with strangers when I see Sylvia walk up to the edge of the water. She pulls her sundress over her head, low and behold – she’s wearing that bikini I forgot I bought her. She dives right in, and immediately has the attention of half the men at the party. She looked that fucking good. I was barely paying attention to whatever conversation I was having, about cats or walnuts or Alexander the Great or whatever the hell it was. I just kept sneaking peeks at my roommate.

The party goes on, but my attention keeps getting drawn back to her. Eventually, I get in the water and swim over to her.

“Well well well, look at you, Sylvia.”

She giggled. “What?”

“Not gonna lie, I totally forgot about that swimsuit. You look good.”

“Oh, you think?” she told me. There’s that modesty again. “Don’t think it’s too much?”

“Nah, I’m thinking it’s the right amount of much. I have good taste, don’t you think?”

She gave me a splash, spraying water right into my way-too-smug expression. “Freak.” she told me, laughing.

“You got that right.” I replied, smiling and running my hand through my now-soaked curly hair.
She smiled, and swam away. And I watched, of course, because I’m a hot-blooded man and when a pretty bikini-clad woman who’s soaking wet does anything, you get a good eyefull. That’s just how it is.
Sylvia had to have gotten more attention than she’d ever gotten her life up till that point. She navigated her way through what must have been a dozen polite & playful conversations from would-be suitors before she ultimately found her way back to me. I watched as she walked up, her perfect skin glistening in the setting sun, hair sticking alluringly to her neck. I was by myself, checking my phone against the house, nursing a beer and a buzz.

“So. You think I look good?” she asked, looking up at me. Forward.

I gave her a long look, my blue eyes meeting her brown ones. Good fucking lord, was this girl hot. And this was the hottest she’d ever looked, in my mind. “Yeah. Definitely.” I told her in a low tone.

“How good?” she asked, biting her lip.

I chuckled. “I think if you looked any better, John Casablancas would sense your presence and show up unannounced.”

Sylvia gave me a half-blushing, half-laughing smile, and reached up to grab my hand. She didn’t say anything, just stared into my eyes and squeezed me. And we could both see what we both needed that night.

A couple minutes later, we were around the corner. I kissed her hard against the siding of the house as my hand deftly untied the bottom part of her swimsuit. Her lithe fingers danced across my bare chest before frantically yanking down my shorts. We weren’t far from the party, at all. In fact, if it weren’t so loud there, we’d be easily heard by anyone who wanted to pay attention and listen.

I grabbed her by her now exposed ass, lifted her in my arms as I slammed her against the side of the house. Lined my cock up with her immaculate bare pussy, and slid inside. We both gasped, but silenced each other with a passionate kiss as I began to fuck her. The muscles in my arms flexed and strained as I pulled her body into me again and again.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck, Rob. That’s fucking good.” she panted. The way her still-wet body looked in my arms is something seared onto my memory, it was that erotic. Her perfect legs wrapped around my waist so she could pull me deeper, letting every inch of my bare manhood slam into her on every thrust. So. Goddamn. Hot.

I ended up fucking her so hard, her tits popped from her bikini. Her gorgeous pink nipples were hard, and I craned my neck to suck on them while we fucked. We were bathed in moonlight at this point, having a frantic and needy fuck against the side of the house. it was getting dark to the point where if someone were watching, we wouldn’t be able to tell. But it’s probably not surprising that that consideration was far from either of our minds.

She bucked and shook as an orgasm racked through her, her pretty lips parting as she tried desperately to make as little noise as she could. Still, pretty little erotic squeaks escaped her mouth as she came on my cock, and that sexy image was enough to hurl me over my own edge. But we couldn’t exactly clean up, in our position.

“I’m gonna cum, Sylvia.” I moaned, hardly able to keep quiet at all. “Fuck, I can’t fucking hold it in any more.”

She whimpered as she took a few more of my impassioned thrusts, her hot body shaking my arms. “Unh…just…cum in my mouth…” she grunted out. Good enough for me – she’d never let me cum in her mouth before, and I was absolutely throbbing at the prospect.

I quickly pulled her off my leaking cock and set her down, and she promptly got on her knees. I shoved my dick into her mouth, and it was only between her lips for a second or two before I started to unload. I held her pretty head in my hand as she looked up at me, drinking every drop, like she didn’t want any of it to go to waste. I was absolutely shivering in pleasure. Sylvia gave good blowjobs, but when you’re cumming between her lips? Fuck. A feeling like no other.

I collapsed backward against a fence, collecting my breath as I put my cock back into my shorts. Sylvia put her tits back into her bikini, and tied the bottoms back up. We’d scarcely caught our breaths by the time we had our clothes back on and returned to the party.

Still not sure if anyone got wind of what we did. I still think about it, and I still think about Sylvia.
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Sylvia and I hooked up several more times that year, when we lived together. Not too long after she moved out, however, we had a bit of a falling out – and, with the exception of one time, I haven’t seen or talked to her much since.

Thanks for reading. This is a sexy story I’ve wanted to put to paper for a while now, and this month’s competition was the onus for me to finally do it. I’ve got a few more stories of my exploits on my profile, feel free to check them out! And feel free to message me with any comments, questions or concerns. I can be accommodating.

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