The Roommates, Part 4 [NSFW] [Oral] [Masturbation]

I hated to ruin the moment but I was trying to keep our normal “relationship” in tact so I had to ask her—“are you cuddling me?” She lifted her head from my chest but kept her hand in my underwear on my dick. She gave a small, partial smile quickly before lying her head on my chest again. I could still feel her heart beating against my naked stomach. “I feel comfortable,” she said, and then before I could say anything she added in a quieter voice “and happy.” I wasn’t sure what to say here. I mean, we hadn’t fallen in love after a day and a half of sex but I would be lying if I said I saw her the same. I definitely was starting to see a new side to Kelly. I’m sure it was always there and she just kept it hidden away but why? Why hide the nice side and give everyone the bitchy side? I thought I’d make progress in her vulnerable post-orgasm state and ask her.

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“Are you a good person?” I asked, watching the top of her head and expecting her to fly out of bed in a state of anger and defensiveness. “I’ve not spent much time with you on a personal level and from what I’ve seen of you in the last few years, you don’t always seem… happy.” Happy was of course a word I chose in place of “nice” and “reasonable” and a million other not-so-nice terms. But she knew what I was saying and I could feel it because her heart began beating more quickly. “I am,” she continued. “Brock would tell you that I am, too.” Ah. Brock. We’d both almost forgotten about him completely. “He has said that he’s not sure why you’re not ‘cool’ to me, which I guess is his way of saying you’re a nice person.” She sat up and moved next to me on the bed, pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs.

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“Maybe you have always expected me to be a stupid blonde fucking an equally stupid jock. And so maybe, just maybe, you projected shit onto me when we first met and maybe it made me feel… like less of a person that you thought of yourself.” Her brows were furrowed and I could feel this conversation was taking us further from sex and closer to real shit but maybe that’s what we needed to quit this fucked up thing we were doing, to each other and to Brock. But she continued and I found myself genuinely curious as to what she was saying. “And you know, I got tired of having so little expected of me all the time. You wouldn’t even ask me things because you assumed I wouldn’t care or was too… stupid to understand,” she said, letting her legs down, her feet now in my armpit. Her body, God, her body. She sat there, exposing her tits and stomach without a single insecurity or second thought. Her mind was on the conversation, not on us being naked together, and I liked to see her caring.

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“Kelly,” I said, wrapping one my large palms around her knee and squeezing gently. “When you and Brock first starting dating, I just tried to ignore you because you’re so fucking hot. You know you are. And Brock, well, he gets insecure. Or I mean, he used to at least. And I just didn’t want him to think I was trying to check out his girl. And then after a few times of doing that, you seemed to go with it and that was that.” Her eyes were emerald green, bright, sparkling almost. She stared at me, analyzing my eyes and my lips as I spoke. “I know it’s been years but if I tell you now—right in this moment—that I’m very sorry for whatever shitty relationship has transpired between us in the last four years. I take responsibility, okay?” I shook her leg. “Kelly, I’m serious. I’m sorry.” She didn’t smile but she nodded and said, “so am I.” And then she said this next thing. This next thing it really made my heart flutter and I wasn’t a heart flutter type of guy. I had lots of girlfriends in the past, a few serious but most not. I was never looking to settle down because I’d never met a girl that I really loved. I said I love you to some of them just to appease them but you know, I’d never really felt love before. I always just assumed it happened over time, but that time never came for me. So that’s why what she said next kind of flipped me on my head, so to speak.

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“But now I’m scared to know you.” She looked over to the window where the curtains were pulled, keeping any natural light away from us and our dark cocoon of fantasy that we’d been living in. “I’m scared because the last four years I’ve thought about you a lot. The first year was like, you know, I wonder what he’s all about. Just normal stuff. But then when you started bringing girlfriends back, I felt jealous. I didn’t really know you that well but I just had this feeling that I did know you, and you connected with other girls just fucking pissed me off, honestly. And I know that’s insane.” I wanted to say something but I was fearful that interrupting her thought would make her too scared to finish. She looked back over at me, her eyes wide with anticipation, and so I nodded, as if to say ‘keep going.’

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“So I was bitchy to you. I told Brock you bugged me. But you know, I always felt I was supposed to really be with a guy like you. And yeah, I don’t *really* know you, but I know a lot *about* you and everything I learn only makes me feel more interested and connected…” she trailed off, her eyes locked to mine, waiting for me to speak.

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I didn’t know what to say. Of course I’d never really been interested in Kelly because she was Brock’s girl and because she wasn’t nice to me. But I’d seen moments in her in the last two days that really piqued my interest. And the sex. *Oh the sex*. It wasn’t good. It was out-of-body experience good. It was *phenomenal*. Her touching my arm gave me a hard on. Waking in my bed to see her naked body next to mine was like a Viagra. But I knew there needed to be more than a physical connection and while I was flattered to hear everything she was saying, I knew it would be irresponsible to commit to anything to her. “Kelly,” I said, sitting up in my bed. The fact that I didn’t automatically reciprocate her sentiment of being interested made her feel insecure and silly and I could sense it. She jumped up out of bed and quickly said, “Okay, I’m taking a shower.” She walked toward the bathroom connected to my bedroom and before slipping behind the door she turned around and said “I wanted to say it and I said it.” Then she disappeared into my bathroom. I heard the shower go on and within a few minutes, steam was slipping through the cracked door and wafting into my bedroom, dancing above me, reminding me that there was a beautiful naked girl in my life right now.

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I made us some lunch and left it on the table in the kitchen. As soon as Kelly got out of the shower, I told her I made us food and that I was going to shower, too, then join her. As soon as I stepped into the shower I could smell us. The sex that she had washed off her body lingered in the air like cigarette smoke in a bar. I inhaled deeply and put my hand on my penis and began to gently rub. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t secretly hope that Kelly would come in the shower and jerk me off but after a talk like that, I knew I needed to reel in the sexual expectations. But I could relieve myself in the meantime. And so I closed my eyes and imagined Kelly wrapping her legs around my waist, my throbbing and aching cock pushing into her tight warmth, her fat titties smashed against my chest as I pump into her. She is moaning, quietly at first but then gets louder as I pump into her with more and more force. She presses her lips to mine and kisses me passionately, pulls away and then she begins kissing my neck and earlobe. She puts her lips into my ear and whispers “Come for me baby.” The words are nothing more than a simple command but coming from her they are so perfectly dirty and direct that I pick up the pace and stroke myself silly until I am coming; rope after rope of my fluid painting the walls of my shower. After I am done I feel light headed and decide to clean up, soap off and get out.

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I meet Kelly in the kitchen where she is wearing a light colored sundress. I can see her hard nipples through her dress and I see no underwear outlines—despite having just jerked off I feel myself lift in the pants. She is making mojitos at the kitchen counter and there is music playing on her phone, quietly. I sit down at the table and she brings the drinks over. I take a drink; the cool alcohol seems to go directly to my brain upon first sip. I look across the table at Kelly and she is looking at me. I take my black rimmed glasses off and set them on the table, smooth my dark hair and lean back into my chair. “Very good,” I smiled and held up my glass. We ate our lunch, mostly in silence, just drinking and eating and staring at one another. It may sound awkward but it wasn’t—it was INTENSE. Looking at her now felt different, it felt *electrical*. The hairs on my arms were standing up on edge, my heart was fluttering, my face felt warm, it suddenly became quite hard to sit still. I took a deep breathe and tried to redirect the intensity of our lunch.

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“Let’s play a game. You tell me something about yourself and I will tell you something about myself and if it’s something you didn’t know, you have to take an article of clothing off.” Kelly smiled. This game allowed us to get to know one another but also allowed me to see that fucking rocking body again. “I’m only wearing this dress.” *Oh fuck*. That sweet naked pussy was just two feet away from me under the table. That knowledge was making my balls tighten.

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Kelly stood before me and lifted her sundress up over her body and dropped it to the floor. She proceeded to tell me about where she was from, what her family was like, the things she was interested in, what her dream job was (photographer!) and a slew of other various facts. After a few minutes she straddled me in the dining chair, her naked pussy pressed against my jeans, her tits in my face. “I liked your game but you don’t know anything about me, so I figured I may as well just strip down and tell you about me.” I leaned in and tenderly kissed the nape of her neck, the top of her breast, and then her nipple. “I want to hear more,” I said, in between mouthfuls of nipple and breast, “but I can’t keep my mouth and hands off of you.” I stood up and kept her wrapped around my waist—just like the fantasy from my shower—and walked her into my bedroom. I gently laid her down on the edge of the bed and put her legs up on my shoulders. “Don’t stop telling me about yourself,” I said, smiling at her. I knelt down on the floor and pulled her to the edge of the bed so her ass was barely hanging off.

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She started talking and I was listening but multi-tasking. I listened while I kissed. I kissed her inner thighs, letting my lips and tongue find every square inch of skin on her thighs. I moved my mouth up to her mound and parted her lips gently with my finger. I slipped my tongue in over her clit and began tracing tiny circles around her swollen button. She continued telling me about herself with moaning and exclamations of happiness mixed in. I alternated sucking her clit gently to circling it and I slowly started fingering her as I ate her out. First, I slipped in my pointer finger just to get her used to the feeling and she was so wet. Her pussy was so wet and tight I wondered if Brock had ever even fucked her! After a few minutes of slowing lapping at her clit, I put another finger inside her. She was at the point where she could no longer talk to me—she was breathing heavily, quickly, her body writhing underneath my hand which was on top of her mound, holding her pussy in place. I drove my fingers in slowly and grazed her g-spot before removing them again slowly, all while licking her clit slowly. I could feel my cock throbbing below the surface of the bed. I wanted to fuck that sopping wet beautiful cunt that I was currently rubbing my face into but more than that, I wanted to eat her until she had the orgasm of her life.

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I began to pick up the pace with both my tongue and my fingers and as I increased my pace, the urgency for her orgasm intensified. “Eat me, baby” she moaned, her body moving wildly on my bed as I held her down by her pelvis and buried my mouth into her pussy. I sucked her clit into my mouth and pushed my fingers into her deeply and let out a long moan, my voice vibrating on her clit. “I’m going to..” there wasn’t enough time for her to finish her sentence before I could feel her cunt tighten and release on my fingers, time after time. I lapped at her clit while she came, watching her naked body flail wildly as she came. When she was done I excused myself to the bathroom where I brushed my teeth and took off my clothes. When I came out she was doggy style on my bed, her ass facing me.

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“Now you tell me about yourself,” she said over her shoulder, “but only while you’re fucking me.”

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Who said games at home weren’t fun.

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