[MF] Work Friends, to Friends, to Roommates

I met Eliza a few years ago at work. She worked in purchasing and I worked in payroll on the same floor. I found her very attractive when we met but I made it a point not to pursue coworkers, it’s just a bad idea.

We both made a few career shifts that ended up with us both working in audit on the same team. We worked incredibly well together and had fun as friends, lunches, dinners, parties… you name it. We shared our problems and helped each other through tough times.

Eliza came to me last month with problem she was having with her apartment. Her rent was increasing $400 and needed a new place in two weeks. Being a friend, I helped her with the search. It was really bad, with the best apartments being too small and still out of budget. She was upset after a full weekend of searching and I couldn’t help but offer to house her while she took her time to look more freely.

The look of appreciation and the hug we shared that moment was extraordinarily special and stirred some feelings for me. It felt like our connection was strengthened and elevated.

She moved the following weekend into my second bedroom that I was using as an office along with her adorable cat. It took quite a few trips but everything fit quite magically in the bedroom, her kitchen items fitting in the basement safely. That evening we were so exhausted we ordered Thai and collapsed for a hard sleep.

The next few days, things were a bit different. Normally I would see her at work or after – not first thing after a shower. It was eye-opening how incredibly cute she was in the morning. Amazingly, our patterns matched up well, when she showered – I was making breakfast and vice-versa. It was smooth.

I started to see her in a different light, not as just a friend or coworker but maybe more. After a few weeks we stopped looking for places for her, we just lived together and it felt permanent.

Last night, things changed. We were watching a movie together while on the couch. The temperature is freezing outside so we were under a blanket. We started to discuss the couple in the movie as being unrealistic and weird – and of course making each other laugh.

The conversation steered when she said, “we would make a much more believable couple than them… hell they can’t even kiss without wincing.” At first it was funny, but the phrase lingered in the air. I couldn’t resist.

“So you’re saying our kissing would be more natural?” As I pulled closer to her. I could see her eyes widen with my move. She moved to allow me to get closer. She was speechless but she nodded and blushed bright red.

I gently pulled her chin and kissed her deeply. It was in that moment we realized how badly we wanted more. The kiss continued and our hands explored each other, my hands landing on her butt and pulling her into my lap.

We broke the kiss for a bit and I found her eyes once more. I saw excitement and hunger, the same that I felt within myself. “Undress,” I whispered into her ear. She smiled and blushed as she started removing her pajama top.

Seeing her naked in my lap unleashed a primal hunger. I couldn’t keep my hands off her. I undressed and lifted her as we kissed, taking her to my bed. I laid her on her back and spread her legs wide, revealing that she was soaked for me.

I slowly kissed my way up the inside of her thighs, teasing her as my fingers played with her nipples. I finally reached her clit and kissed it gently, her moan breaking the silence. I licked and kissed her lips, flicking my tongue up and down – delighting in every drip of her sweetness. I felt her hand on my head as her hips began to buck, I hummed as I continued to lick faster. I could feel her climax explode with a round of loud moans and whimpers.

I found her eyes again and that hunger is still there. I sat up between her legs and saw her reaction to feeling my shaft against her thigh. It was as if she was begging for more. I pressed the head to her lips, lining up. I paused and felt her press her hips toward me, I push in slowly, stretching her, feeling her clench.

That slow push, turns into deep thrust, then fast powerful motions. My hands holding her waist firmly, wanting more. Our thrusts filled the room with the sounds of our skin crashing. I heard the tone of her moans change again as my own pleasure was building.

With a few final thrusts, I felt her clench hard as her second orgasm explodes – pushing me over the edge as I filled her with my warm cum.

We collapsed on the bed in a daze of bliss. When I finally catch my breath I managed to say, “I think you’re right, we totally make a better couple than those bad actors.” Laughing as we shared another kiss.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/kkz4qz/mf_work_friends_to_friends_to_roommates