Guilty Pleasures: I brought back a girl to my college house and found out my female roommate was listening [M20, F20, F18, Cheating. Dub-Con.]

**All characters in this are 18+. This is a bit of a slow-burn, so apologies**

Back my second year of college, I lived in a rundown little house like every other student ever with a few of my friends. It was me and a couple other guys, plus three girls- Jamie, Eva, and Kylie.

Jamie and I met last year. She was funny and a little bit ditzy at times, but was a really smart student in the pre-med track. She was wasian (half-white, half-Asian) like me, so we bonded quickly in our mostly white friend group.

She had long, deep brown hair and delicate green-brown eyes that she frequently accentuated with winged eyeliner. Her body was long and lithe, with subtle curves that she would off-handedly criticize as flat, but she looked more than fine to me. We shared some of the same nerdy interests and a love of food, so we often spent time watching TV together or grabbing dinner from around town. We ran around so much together that if you didn’t know us, you would have thought we were dating.

There was a slight problem though- we weren’t. Because she had a boyfriend, her high-school sweetheart who went to school across the country.

She was from California and had come all the way to the East Coast for college, while her boyfriend went to Stanford. I knew it was a bit of a sore spot, because I think Stanford was her dream school and she had pictured her and her boyfriend going there together. I can’t imagine it felt good when he got in and she didn’t.

We had a clumsy, teasing relationship where we both outwardly would always announce that we were just friends. But I harbored a pretty deep crush all throughout that first year, and she didn’t help things because she was always a little flirty and touchy. She was like that to some degree with everyone, but we spent so much time together that most of it ended up bouncing off me. Sometimes I think that she was lonely and missing her boyfriend, so she would turn to me for attention, which I was a little too happy to give. Our relationship was like a guilty pleasure for us both- never a good sign.

We were definitely a little too cuddly to be just friends, despite what we claimed. We spent a lot of nights curled up together under a blanket with a laptop propped open, and we had even fallen asleep together more than a few times. She always dozed off quickly, with her head nestled in my shoulder, but I spent a lot of nights staring straight up at the ceiling with an uncontrollable boner and a hopeless feeling of confusion and excitement.

One of those nights, early in the fall of our second year, we had both gone out with our roommates and ended up having one of those classic college nights. We ended up hopping from house party to house party, pushing through dimly lit rooms packed with sweaty bodies and stumbling through the cold streets. By the end of it all, I was pretty wasted and Jamie was tipsy too.

She rarely drank and never participated in me and our other roommate’s frequent smoke sessions. In fact, she acted a little prudish sometimes, But that night was a little different, and we had ended up all drinking some foul combination of party juice and shitty beer.

We ended up calling it a night after the third random backyard we ended up in, and walked breathlessly back to our house, pausing once for me to throw up in a bush. One of our roommates- Danny- came back with us but the others were still out.

At one point, we all had thrown our arms around each other’s shoulders, drunkenly singing some pop song. Jamie was particularly affectionate that night, pressing the side of her body into mine and resting her head on my shoulder. She felt warm and welcome in the cold night air, and my arm ended up falling from her shoulder to around her waist, where she made no effort to move it.

We clambered up our front porch and I made a show of walking straight into our front door with a thud. I managed to push my key into the lock after a few tries and we all burst back into our little home with a sigh of relief. Danny promptly passed out on the couch, leaving Jamie and I alone in our staggering trek up the narrow stairway.

“You wanna watch something?” I asked when we reached the summit.

“Yeah, I’ve been waiting all week to finish the season.” Jamie sighed. “Let me just get changed, I’ll come to your room.”

“Good idea, I need to get changed too.” I said, probably slurring my words. “Man, I’m fucked up.”

She giggled and lightly shoved me into my room, which in my state, felt the same as a NFL-level stiff-arm. I freshened up in the bathroom before turning on the dim string lights lacing my walls.

A couple minutes later, there was a light knock on my door.

“Come in!”

Jamie stepped through the doorway, her hair up in a messy bun. She was wearing a baggy university crewneck and leggings. She jumped up onto my bed and curled up next to me, as I started up the final episode of the Netflix show on my laptop.

Everything felt pleasantly warm and hazy in that drunken afterglow, and Jamie’s soft body nestled against mine was a little overwhelming. I could smell the remains of her perfume, and it was becoming hard to focus on the show. That changed quickly, because the show took a bit of a turn and all of a sudden we were watching a pretty explicit sex scene, completely with loud moans and plenty of topless nudity.

“Damn, they’re going at it.” I joked awkwardly.

“Mmm.” Jamie agreed listlessly. “He’s so hot, I wish I was her.”

“I wish I was him. Look at her boobs.” I cracked. Not my smoothest.

“Is that all men care about?” Jamie huffed playfully.

“No, of course not,” I said. “There’s plenty of ass-guys out there.”

She slapped my arm for that, giggling.

“Which are you?” She said it lightly, teasingly.

I feigned ignorance. “Hmm?”

“Boobs or butts?”

I looked down, and her eyes met mine with a mischievous glint.

“I like a girl’s smile”, I said in the most mocking voice I could muster. Jamie groaned.

“Oh my god, shut up!”

“I don’t fucking know. Ass, I guess.”

“Hmm. Rahul likes boobs.” Rahul was her boyfriend. I rolled my eyes inwardly.

“I wish I had boobs like hers,” Jamie said.

“I’m sure Rahul’s happy with what he’s got.” I replied.

She didn’t really respond to that, but I felt something in her position change. She didn’t get up or extricate herself from me at all, though. We stayed in silence after that for a couple moments, as the sex scene stretched on. It was actually a little ridiculous how long it was going.

Somehow, I ended up looking away from the screen and down at Jamie, who looked back up at me. Our eyes locked, and the alcohol had done its work on my judgment. I leaned in suddenly and pressed my lips to hers. There was a moment of shock, where neither of us really moved, but I felt her melt under me and she kissed me back.

Something woke up inside me, and I rolled over, pulling her on top of me, laptop forgotten. Our lips met hungrily, and my hands snaked their way down around her waist. She was straddling me, and my dick was growing hard against my shorts. I pulled back, breathless, and then relaunched my attack by kissing her neck, causing little moans to escape her lips.

Then it was all over- she was pushing me away, rolling off, suddenly standing.

“No- no. No, I’m sorry. No, Eric, we can’t. I have- I have a boyfriend. You know that, you know we can’t.”

“I-” I didn’t know what to say. The words came tumbling out, my drunkenness obliterating my filter. “Jamie, I know. But you can’t pretend like we haven’t been a little close. I mean come on. Rahul’s like three thousand miles away, I won’t tell-”

“No!” Jamie said sharply. “Eric, we’re just friends. This was really inappropriate. Don’t-”

“Don’t? Don’t what? Don’t pretend like you’re not always asking to come sleep here? Like you’re not the one who always gets touchy?”

I made a mistake there. She stood there in the dim light, staring stiffly at me.

“No. We can’t do this. We’re just friends.” Jamie whispered. “If that’s what you think, we can’t- we can’t do this.” She turned and left without another word, stalking out of my room. I heard her door close and the hallway light shut off shortly after.

I collapsed against my bed, face in my hands. My dick was still hard, but I felt too guilty to even consider jacking off.

—

Turns out, my worst fears didn’t come true. Jamie didn’t tell anyone else, as far as I could tell. Things were awkward for a while after that, and our late nights together stopped. We slowly started to work our way back to before, pretending that night had never happened. Mostly for the sake of our friends, and so no one would ask why we were being so weird. But things were off for a while.

Months passed, and college life ended up changing quickly as I joined a frat, much to Jamie and the rest of my roommates’ chagrin. None of us were involved in that part of campus life, and we had never been “fratty” people, to put it generously.

But I was tired of pining over Jamie, tired of wasting my nights wishing for her, and tired of living in this little bubble. I had put on quite a bit of muscle over the last year, and I was dressing better. My confidence was a little high, and I decided it was time to get out and live it up.

The weeks went by in a blur, days spent studying and nights spent partying. Frat life was a different beast to what I was used to, and it certainly had its ups and downs but I was happy with my decision. The best part was definitely all the sorority girls.

One night, I’d finally gone and struck a home run. I was stumbling back towards my house again, but this time with a sorority girl wrapped around my arm.

Brooke was petite and round in all the right places, her boobs nearly bursting out of the little white top that was way too skimpy for the weather. She had wavy strawberry blonde hair, tied back in a ponytail. A light smattering of freckles splashed across her cheekbones, which made her blue eyes pop even more.

We were laughing about nothing in particular, and I had to shush her as I tried to unlock my front door. I raised my fingers to my lips and widened my eyes exaggeratedly, which just made her laugh harder.

“Shut up!” I whispered, as I impulsively slapped my hand over her mouth and leaned in close. I felt her tense, but then suddenly loosen up as she slumped into me, pressing her tits against my chest. She looked up at me suggestively, her blue eyes full of drunk lust. My jeans stiffened and I fumbled with the keys one final time before creaking the door open. I practically dragged Brooke up the stairs and threw us both into my room, lips locked.

I pushed her against the wall, hands sliding over her bare back and down, grabbing at her round ass through the rough denim of her jeans. Her hands slipped under my jacket and around my abs, then down and working at my zipper.

Then she was down on her knees, lips wrapped around my cock. I hardly had time to think before she was bobbing back and forth. A little sloppily, but who was I to judge?

I put my hand on the back of her head, working my fingers through the waves of her hair. She worked her tongue around the head of my cock like a lollipop. She pulled herself off with a wet pop, a string of spit connecting my dick and her red lips. She stared blankly back up at me, mouth open and tongue out.

I wasted no time pushing it back into her mouth, and I let out an involuntary moan as I felt her drag her tongue all the way down my shaft. She stood up and kissed me again, pushing me gently towards the bed.

I fell down on the bed, kicking my pants off and struggling with the condom as Brooke put on a strip show in the middle of my room, slowly pulling her top off and unhooking her bra. Her tits popped free with an irresistible bounce and I noted the freckles that dotted her chest as well. Then she spun around and slowly worked her jeans down her waist, revealing her supple, round ass in barely-there white panties.

“Fuck, come here,” I said, as quiet as I could manage.

She pounced up onto the bed and I quickly flipped her onto her back, eliciting a little squeal. She wrapped her arms behind my neck and pulled me in close. I took the opportunity to use my mouth on her cheeks, her neck, and then down on her breasts, as I nudged her legs apart with mine. The midnight silence grew busy with the sound of our labored breaths and the bed creaking, as we tangled our limbs further. My dick was so hard it hurt, and it was starting to bump against the smooth skin of Brooke’s inner thighs.

“Put it in,” she whispered hoarsely. “Come on.”

Head spinning, I pulled back from her lips for a second and pawed at her panties. I hooked two fingers into the gusset, brushing her dripping lips with my knuckles. I pulled the panties to the side and then looked into her eyes. Brooke’s face was awash with a blend of drunk and horny, and her blue eyes sparkled.

“The fuck are you waiting for??”

I didn’t need any more encouragement. Her legs locked behind me as I pushed into her wet pussy with a groan. I was practically hypnotized by her freckled tits bouncing in time as I fucked her, sliding in and out of her warm and tight hole.

We both let out moans that were a little too loud and I winced, but didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. My hands found their way around her waist and at her tits, alternating between groping and pinning her little body down. She grabbed at me too, digging her hands into my back or pushing against my chest. I pushed her legs up, marveling at the softness of her skin as I ran my hands up and down her thighs.

I pushed into her with another small grunt, knocking the top of her head against the headboard.

“Oops, my bad.” I said hurriedly.

“No, no, keep going.” Brooke laughed. I picked up the pace again, our breaths getting heavier, when I heard another faint knock, and a stifled moan.

I paused. I definitely didn’t just knock Brooke into the wall again, and the moan didn’t sound like Brooke. I didn’t stop to think about it for long, because Brooke pulled me back in then, planting wet kisses at my neck and jaw. I kept fucking her, when the thought struck me.

Was that sound I heard coming from the other side of the wall?

Somehow, I forgot about the naked sorority girl that I was buried to the hilt in, and I was picturing Jamie on the other side of the wall, listening to me fucking some ditzy, wasted sorority chick and touching herself to our moans.
The thought lit my insides on fire, and I slammed back into Brooke with a renewed urgency. She gasped, and I didn’t stop pumping, all the while pawing at her tits with my hands.

“Shit, shit, I’m coming!” Brooke moaned desperately.

I grabbed her waist and pulled her in deeper, throwing my head back in pleasure. I was thinking about Jamie now, imagining that the girl in my bed was her- that I was fucking Jamie, running my hands over Jamie’s tits and bare stomach, pumping into Jamie’s wet pussy-

Brooke came with a stifled yelp, snapping me out of it. I slowed down as I felt her tighten around my shaft and her body tremble.

“Hang on-” She was tapping at my chest, and I got the message. I used all willpower to pull out of her, and collapsed against the wall.

“Sorry,” Brooke gasped. “I just need a minute.”

A few moments passed, and then Brooke was crawling between my legs and sucking my dick again, working her head up and down. It didn’t take long for me to say “Oh- I’m coming, I’m coming. Can I-”

“Come on my boobs.” Brooke popped her mouth off me and presented her chest. I started jacking off desperately. She made a pretty picture, kneeling between my knees with her messy hair and bare tits. Finally, I came with a groan, shooting off a couple of ropes onto her freckled boobs.

We took a couple of minutes after that, and then took turns quietly sneaking into the bathroom to clean up. As I walked into the hall, I passed Jamie’s door and stared for a bit. Then I moved on, walking back into my room and sliding under the blankets with Brooke. She was warm and still naked, and she promptly swung her bare leg over mine and pressed her body into me.

My hand snuck its way down her back and I palmed her ass, running my fingers down between her cheeks and lightly grazing her pussy. My other hand found purchase around her bare thigh, and I laid there for a while, enjoying the feeling of a naked girl in my arms.

She fell asleep fairly quickly, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I couldn’t help continuing to grope her, feeling up her plump ass. My dick was starting to stiffen again. I wasn’t satisfied. I couldn’t stop thinking about Jamie. Had she been listening? Had she been jilling herself to the sound of me fucking this sorority girl? I pictured Jamie laying in her bed, just a few inches of separation between us and her, her fingers buried in her panties.

I was still a little drunk, and something was burning inside me. I couldn’t get her out of my head. I didn’t know how I knew, but I knew. Before I knew what was good for me, I was grabbing my phone.
One hand still comfortably wrapped around Brooke’s ass, my other hand opened Messages and I was texting Jamie.

>You up?

There was a brief pause, then the three dots.

>yes

>Do you want to watch something?

Another pause.

>yes

I was suddenly untangling myself from Brooke, trying not to wake her. I stumbled across my room and was out the door in a flash. I was wearing nothing but a tank top and my boxers, and then I was in front of Jamie’s door. The door opened before I even knocked.

We stood there for a second, staring at each other. She looked a little flushed and disheveled, but then again, I probably looked worse. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt, and it draped over whatever bottoms she had on so I couldn’t tell if she was wearing shorts or nothing under there. The thought drove me crazy and then I was suddenly pushing myself into her room, pushing her back.

“Hey! Eric-”

“Stop,” I said, looking around her room. It was lit only by a strip of purple LEDs, but I quickly noted a mostly empty bottle of vodka and the crumpled remains of a seltzer can.

“Have you been drinking?” I said with a start. It genuinely surprised me.

“That’s a rich one coming from you. No, I haven’t- well, yes. I was. Eva and I were celebrating the end of midterms while you were out at your dumb frat. ” Jamie shot back. “Eric- what are you doing-”

“Were you listening?” I asked roughly.

She glared back at me defiantly.

“Hard not to. You wouldn’t mind keeping it down next time, would you? Some of us are trying to sleep.”

“No, no, no.” I snorted disdainfully. “Were you listening.”

She stopped and stared for a bit.

“What does that mean?” She asked hesitantly. I could hear the alcohol in her voice.

“I think you know what I’m asking.” I took another step towards her, and she shrunk back towards the bed.

“No, I don’t.”

“Stop fucking playing games with me.” I hissed. “You’ve been teasing me the entire time we’ve known each other. What would Rahul think of all the time we spend together? What do you tell him?”

“Eric. Stop. We’re not going over this again.”

“I think we are.” I said, with a note of finality. “Look at me. Tell me you weren’t listening to me fuck that girl and you weren’t fucking yourself.”

There was a flash of shock in her eyes, but I knew I had her. I stepped toward her one more time and she didn’t back away. I pushed her down back against her bed, and she fell onto it without protest. She stared back up at me, her eyes glowing under the violet light.

“Yeah, I thought so.” I said. “Were you imagining what I was doing to her? Do you want to find out for yourself?”

**To be continued**

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