[MF] My hung roommate fucked my high school crush

I’ve posted here before about my 6’4, ripped, extremely hung roommate. I’ll call him Tom. Tom does extremely well with women on top of that he has the advantage of being vaccinated already (he’s a physical therapist) which has given him even greater access to hot women on Tinder. He has someone over nearly every night, and I can hear his bedroom fun in great detail through the wall between our rooms.

But still, nothing really prepared me for what happened last night. Tom had been talking all day about how excited he was for his date that night; she’s a university student (my roommate and I are both a year out of school) and a swimwear model. So I’m prepared for another hot SoCal student to show up. Tom’s in the bathroom getting ready for her to show up but the door buzzer; apparently she’s a little bit early. I buzz her in and when she knocks on the door I open it.

And it’s Summer.

Summer went to high school with me, she was a sophomore when I was a graduating senior, and she was easily the most beautiful girl at my school. I was friendly with her because she grew up down the street from me, but as she developed I developed a HUGE crush on her. I even worked up the nerve to ask her to prom, and of course she politely rejected me. We fell out of touch after I graduated and went away to college, but I was aware she was going to USC.

Well, here she was now and she looked even better. Slender and willowy but with ridiculous natural curves and a gorgeous face (freckled, half-Thai) and an easygoing attitude. She’s wearing loose pants held together by a rope-belt and a top that highlights her impressive cleavage but ends high enough to show off her bare midriff. Her nipples are faintly visible against the fabric. She has abs and a bellybutton ring. He hair wavy hair is about halfway down her back. She looks incredible.

“Rick?!” she squeals, and dives in to give me a hug. She smells incredible. Her long wavy hair is brushing against my cheek. For a moment I feel like I’m her date. She’s looking into my eyes, grinning, it’s intoxicating. “I can’t believe it’s you. You must live with Tom?”

I explain that I do, Tom and I went to college together and have roomed together since. And then Tom emerges from the bathroom hallway and her eyes turn to him. And then suddenly I’m no longer the focus of her attention.

“Hey”, she says shyly looking up at him. “You must be Tom, huh?”

“Yep, that’s me” he grins. “And you’re Summer. You and Rick know each other? That’s awesome. We should all hang out!”

“Yeah, that’d be great.”

I’m feeling relieved to be included in their plans and to get to hang out with her. Tom grabs some beers from the fridge and we all sit down in the living room, Tom and Summer on the couch and me on the easy chair across from them. We’re chatting and telling Tom stories about high school but in the back of my mind I’m aware that every date who shows up ends up in Tom’s bedroom and I’m wondering how I can keep that from happening or at least delay it. I remember that weed sometimes makes Tom sleepy so I open up our stash box on the coffee table and fish out a joint. “Anyone interested?”

We all take hits and I guess the effect was a little stronger on me than I expected (I don’t smoke much) because pretty soon the room is kind of spinning in place. I try to focus on the leg of the coffee table to get my bearings; meanwhile Tom and Summer are chatting and laughing.

At this point I’m feeling really disoriented so I excuse myself to splash some water on my face in the bathroom. Then I sit down on the toilet and hope my dizziness passes. I can still hear them talking and laughing, and then after a while (I’ve lost track of time) I can’t hear anything at all. Concerned, I leave the bathroom and discover the living room lights have dimmed. They’re still on the couch and it’s obvious they heard me come out because they’re both looking at me.

“You okay, chief?” asks Tom.

“Yeah sure” I mumble. I’m trying not to stare, but I can’t help noticing Summer’s shoulder is pressed against Tom’s and her top is lifted up enough to expose the underside of her left breast. And her hand is on his knee. She looks a little flushed.

Not knowing what to do, I sit back down across from them. We keep chatting, sort of, but I notice her hand is sliding up his knee. Even from where I am I can see the outline of his cock pressed against thigh. At the rate she’s going she’s going to reach the head of his cock soon, but they’re both facing me so she doesn’t seem to realize it. It’s suspenseful, in a way. Tom is trying to appear engaged with the conversation but it’s obvious he’s getting turned on as hell. Maybe it’s the weed, but I feel like I can see his cock visibly growing, getting longer to meet her slowly drifting hand halfway. She’s flustered but still chatting with me.

And then her hand reaches his cock head and she lets out a little gasp. And then, almost like a reflex, she squeezes it. Tom closes his eyes, and then leans forward and kisses her neck. And then right in front of me he slides his hand up beneath her top and starts feeling her breast. It’s clear she has no bra on, and in fact the motion of his hand lifts her top up enough that I get a glimpse of her bare, hard nipple as the pinches it. At this point she’s turned towards him and they’re kissing and I may as well not be here.

She’s running her hand up and down the shaft of his cock through his jeans, and he continues to fondle her tits, first one and now both (like everything else, his hands are huge and he’s got his thumb pressed against one breast and his fingers on the other, kneading them both at once.)

I’m staring at them, not sure what I should do. But it doesn’t really matter, I’m just an observer at this point. They continue making out and groping each other, now he’s got his other hand around her and down the front of her pants. She’s starting to make moaning noises and even though her pants are loose fitting I can tell from his wrist that he’s working his finger against her pussy. Probably through a thong, but maybe he’s pushed it aside. Or maybe she isn’t wearing underwear.

At this point I’m half expecting her to pull out his cock right there and in fact she’s fumbling with his zipper but then she seems to catch herself. She whispers something into his ear and they both get up, still kissing, and start making their way towards his bedroom. Still no acknowledgement of me. They go into his bedroom and close the door.

I’m sitting there in disbelief for a few moments before I remember I can hear them through my wall. So I went into my room, full of such deeply mixed feelings as I listened to my roommate fuck my high school crush senseless. What I heard could easily be a post in itself. But suffice it to say that, as with his other sex partners, she was eager and willing to let him to do anything he wanted to her.

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