I crept out of my house in hopes of not being detected by my roommates. I snuck across the breeze way, Dylan greeted me and said “I knew that was too your overnight bag”. He said he saw me leave with it before, and that he had wondered if it was the bag I took to go sleep with guys. He said that bag made him jealous “in the best way”. He said he wondered what slutty things I did for others. He said he would interrogate that bag if he could. He said it made him want to fuck me better than them. Hearing him say that gave me butterflies.
I said “all you had to do was ask”. Then I told him sometimes, just across the breeze way, I would lie in my bed and touch my pussy and think about him before I’d fall asleep, wondering if he was just feet away with his sure to be glorious cock out. Wondering if he was stroking himself at that very moment. Or if he had some lucky girl in his bed. Dylan grabbed me by my waist, pulled me in and kissed me deep. And then soft over and and over and over again. “You feeling lucky yet?” he asked me. I said yes.
He took my hand and walked me to his room. He put my bag down on a chair. He turned to me and told me to take my clothes off. He stood there waiting, I took my shirt off. I wasn’t wearing a bra. My chest felt so bare and exposed, he was watching me. Biting his lip. I felt so vulnerable. I loved the rush it was giving me. I had stocking on under my skirt. I started to take them off, Dylan stopped me. He kneeled down on one knee right in front of me. He put his hands up my skirt, grabbed my stockings and pulled them down at my hips to the miss of my thighs I instinctively lifted my foot up for him. He said “wow, you really are a good girl”. I felt a chill up my spine. My pussy got excited. I started getting wet. He eased my stockings down and off gently one at a time.
He stood up clutching the tights, he walked to my bag and loosely folded them. He placed them on my bag, he pointed to my skirt and motioned for me to take it off. I did. He said softly “panties too baby”. I had never felt so deliciously vulnerable, like I couldn’t hide anything from him. He was seeing me for everything that I was and wasn’t. I was swept up in how sensual it all was. My puss was soaked. He put his hand out, I reached down and gathered my clothes. I walked them over to him, he looked me up and down. And then he did it again and I realized I was holding my breath. He took the clothes from me and added them to our pile. He took his shirt off, and then his boxers.
He grabbed a robe from his bed and put it on me and said we were going to shower and asked me what all I needed. He carried my things escorting me down the hall to his bathroom. He started the shower and turned to me. We made out standing there, rubbing our hands all over each other. He checked the water after a couple of minutes he checked the water and slipped my robe off. We made out and explored each others bodies with our hands and lips. When we were done we dried off and he took me back to his room.
He put me to bed and cuddled up next to me. He pressed his soft thick cock up against my bare ass and held me. He told me good night, I was embarrassingly surprised he wasn’t going to try and fuck me again. All my experience to this point had made me think he would. And I actually wanted him too, I was an absolute mess for him. I was worked up. I eventually fell asleep.
When we woke up, he made me a spot on his couch and I laid down and talked to him there while he made me breakfast. We are and watched a movie snuggled up. I snuck back across the breeze way. My roommates were talking in our living room, I jumped into a conversation with them. Morgan said her and Bri heard someone having sex in the neighbors house the other day. I immediately tried to recall if they had ever heard me having sex before. I couldn’t be sure that they hadn’t. I said “wow, did it sound good?” We laughed and blew it off.
I texted Dylan, I said we couldn’t do it again. He wanted to know why and I told him what happened. He told me to go to my room. As confusing as it was, I was completely intrigued. Not doing what he said wasn’t an option. I had loved every single surprise this man had thrown at me over the past day. I snuck off to my room and closed the door. I texted him that I was in my room. He called. I answered and he said “take off everything you have on from the waist down right now”. I did it how he said to. Then I laid down on my bed like he said to. He told me to rub my index finger over my clit. He said “I can hear that from here”. I was absolutely soaked. He called my bluff, I was hooked. He said “do you want to stop or do you want to come take this fucking?” I dipped my finger into my pussy and gasped. He called me a good girl and HUNG UP.
I changed my clothes and told my roommates I was going to have dinner at my parents. I snuck back across the breeze way, Dylan was waiting at his door for me and let me right in. He ushered me to his bed and bent me over. He pulled my sweats off and eased himself into me. I moaned louder with every inched. Soon he was thrusting into my pussy hard and slow, gushing about how remarkable it was watching his thrust ripple through my soft body. I could feel my pussy start leaking. So could he. He said “such a good girl” under his breath and pounded my pussy until I gushed all over him. He came all over my ass, and spanked me.
We took another shower, took a nap, and went to dinner. He snuck me out to his car in his hoodie. We were leaning into the secret hard. It was making us both cum like crazy. We walked up to our building separately when we got back, ha! I went out with my roommates. Neither one of them seemed to suspect anything about my where about for the last ~24 hours. And I was relieved. I went to bed and wondered if Dylan would fuck me again tomorrow. Reliving what all I couldn’t wait for him to do to me again.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/10jyuea/mf_i_f21_hooked_up_with_my_neighborroommates