My innocent roommate was actually an obsessed nymphomaniac [Part 3] [MF]

This is part 3 of the story posted on my profile. Check out the other 2 parts if you haven’t already because the story picks up right where we left off. Otherwise, enjoy!

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I slept well that night, knowing that Amy was slowly opening up to me. It really made me happy knowing she was stepping out of her comfort zone to be with me of all people. Even after our interaction that night, she was still reserved and kept her feelings to herself but overtime, she evidently became more comfortable with me. As days passed I noticed Amy started enjoying our time together even more. It would be similar to our “study session”. We’d sit on the couch to watch TV or study but eventually we’d start cuddling up all cozy together. At first this would happen towards the end and I would be the one who starts the contact but eventually Amy got so used to it she would just lean into me as if to tell me she wanted to be embraced. How could I say no? During this time, we’d sometimes talk about what’s going on in our lives but for the most part we’d just enjoy each other’s presence and hold each other tight while watching late night television. This became my favorite part of the day, the cold winter nights became very cozy and the days passed quickly. As much as I loved these moments, there was still more I desired from Amy. We both knew what it was but didn’t want to be the one to bring it up. While these late nights would lead us to be more comfortable with each other, the mood was never sexual. I was growing feelings for her however, and wanted to experience something more *sensual.*

It was a cold night during the month of February. We were on the couch as usual and watching a movie this time. Amy was wearing a grey knit sweater and black yogapants. She was lying in front of me and my arms were wrapped around her. It was chilly outside so I held her especially close. I liked playing with her hair while we watched TV. She’d let out the cutest giggle when something funny would happen and hold my hand during romance scenes. On rare occasions I would give her a little kiss on the cheek or her hand but they’d be brief. On this night however, I really felt the urges kick in. Like I said, we were lying down on the couch together with Amy lying in front of me. My arms were wrapped around her stomach while we cuddled. We were watching some obscure horror film seeing as it was the only interesting thing on. Everything was going as normal until a sex scene between the couple in the movie came on. It was a little awkward watching it with Amy. I couldn’t see her face but I could tell she was uncomfortable. As the scene in the move progressed, I held Amy tighter, she leaned into me but remained silent. I couldn’t help it, I ran my hand across the side of her slender frame, moving from her waist down to her legs. Amy was taken aback. She stiffened up immediately and her breathing pretty much stopped. I slowly lowered my hand across the front of her thigh, just above her crotch.

“Amy… I don’t want to rush things, so if you’re not ready then tell me”. It was still silent, only the sound of the movie present in the room. “I’ve been waiting for the right time to do this…” I continued. Amy was trembling, her whole body shaking. Slowly however, she grabbed my hand that was rested on her leg. I expected her to pull it away but to my surprise, she moved it into the space between her legs. “I-I’m ready…” she said quietly, gathering her composure. Her next line however took me by surprise. “I’ve always wanted this…”. Only her leggings were between me and her pussy. I couldn’t see the front as I was behind her, but I could feel the outline of her lips through her pants. It felt warm and I could tell she was moist. Amy was relaxed now and leaned into me even more, grinding on my cock through my sweatpants. I realized that my hard on must have been poking her in the back this entire time but she seemed to enjoy it. I slid my hands away from her legs and under her shirt. I felt her bra under her sweater. “Can I take it off?” I asked. Amy stopped grinding on my cock and began stuttering. “My body isn’t that impressive…” she said sheepishly before I cut her off. “I don’t care” I said immediately. After a slight pause, she finally replied. “Do it” she said. I slowly pulled my hands out from under her sweater and pulled it off of her from the outside. It was so baggy that it came off easily and now Amy was lying in front of me with only her bra on. It was a light pink bra with spaghetti straps. I sat up, with Amy doing the same. She was now sitting in my lap. I pulled the straps off her shoulders and slid the bra over her arms and threw it to the side. She turned her body to face me and for the first time Amy was in front of me and I could properly see her figure.

Her body was pale and her arms were thin. She had a slim waist that matched her petite figure. She couldn’t look at me. We were facing each other now with her sitting in my lap but her head was pointing down and she covered her chest with her thin arms out of embarrassment. Her hair was covering her face but I could tell she was flustered. Her round glasses were sliding off her face as she looked down so I took them off as well and put them to the side. She glanced up at me but couldn’t keep eye contact. I put my hands on her shoulders and slowly slid them down to her wrists. I kissed her, this time mouth to mouth. Her thin lips were soft and warm, and her cherry chapstick tasted sweet. She relaxed and her grip over her chest loosened. I pulled her hands away to reveal her tits. As expected, they were quite modest but that didn’t bother me. They were pale like her skin and sat nicely, perched upon her chest, most likely B-cups. Her nipples were pink and poking out hard, either because of the cold weather or because she was that turned on. She finally looked up at me, her brown eyes locked with mine. I reached out and cupped her breasts. They were soft as I squeezed them. Amy bit her lip and began grinding on my leg this time. I pinched her hard nips and she let out a quiet whimper. Out of nowhere she brought her face towards mine to kiss me, which I happily accepted but on this occasion she slipped her tongue into my mouth, french kissing me. To be honest she wasn’t the best kisser but I could tell her actions were being driven out of pure lust which turned me on even more. Our lips locked together as our saliva mixed, all the while she began pulling my T-shirt off. I pulled the rest of it off and we were both topless now.

We embraced each other tighter than ever before. I held her in my arms while she kissed my neck. I felt her heartbeat through her body. She gripped me tight, her hands clawing into my back while we made out. “I love you” she blurted out with a different tone to her voice I wasn’t familiar with. It took me aback and I briefly paused. She immediately went back to her old ways and looked away, letting go of me. “I’m sorry…” she quickly remarked and tried to squirm out of my lap. I pulled her back in told her that I loved her back. She started crying and pushed her face into my chest. I felt her wet tears rolling down her cheek. I pushed her hair over her ear like I had done so many times, and we just cuddled on the couch like we used to, the only difference being we were both topless this time. After Amy had composed herself once again, she had a different look in her eyes. Her tears had dried up and she had spoken what was on her mind. We both sat up as she put her hand on my shoulder. She ran her hand down my chest and to my waist. My cock was hard and was very prominently making a tent in my baggy sweatpants. She looked at me with desperate eyes and I knew what to do.

She got out of my lap and pushed her thin fingers under the waistband of my sweatpants. I untied them for her and along with my boxers, she slid them down easily. My erect cock immediately stuck upwards and Amy just stared at it with red in her cheeks. She looked like she wanted to grab it but she hesitated. “This is my first time…” she admitted sheepishly. “I’ve only ever taken my fingers”. “We’ll take it slow then” I reassured her. She gave a feint smile and came closer to my cock. Slowly, she wrapped her small hand around the bottom of the shaft and began rubbing it up and down. Her stroke was slow and inexperienced but knowing it was Amy who was jerking me off turned me on more than you could imagine. As my cock throbbed she practically flinched, but kept stroking. I told her to pick up the pace and she did, making precum leak out the tip. She noticed this and switched from a handjob to a blowjob. She loosened the grip on my penis and let go to put her hands on either side of the couch for stability. She then brought her face close in and slid the head of my penis into her mouth on top of her tongue. She tried her best to swallow my whole cock, but her throat only let her do about 3/4 of my seven inches. Her eyes were wide as she sucked me and her mouth felt warm on my cock. Her head bobbed up and down as she swallowed as much as she could. She pulled it out of her mouth and began to lick the shaft with her tongue. It wasn’t the best blowjob, and it was kind of sloppy, but the brief moment of when she locked eyes with me with her mouth still on my penis couldn’t be replicated by any stripper.

Eventually, she couldn’t take it anymore. She pulled my cock out of her mouth and jumped back into my lap, frantically trying to pull down her leggings so she could insert my cock into herself. She nearly succeeded but I stopped her. “We don’t need to rush things” I said to her calmly. She paused for a second and looked a little bit defeated. “You don’t understand how long I’ve been waiting for this” she whispered. This took me by surprise but I wanted to enjoy the moment. I put my hands on her ass, my thumbs digging under the waistband of her leggings. I pulled them down and revealed her light pink panties which matched her bra from earlier. Even her choice in panties was cute. They were boyshort style and very modest. Before I pulled them down to fully reveal her, I stood up and ran my fingers through her short black hair hair. I felt the goosebumps on her pale body. She grabbed my hand and squeezed it tight. She tried to say something but she couldn’t get her words across. After a series of stutters she finally managed to say what she wanted. “D-do you want to do this… *in my room*?” she asked shyly. She stared at the ground, with her eyes shut tight, waiting for my response. “I would love to” I replied simply. She gave me an adorable smile as she grabbed a keycard from her sweater pocket on the floor. She tried to be subtle but her legs were shaking and her whole body was trembling. She was clearly nervous, as anyone would be on their first time. I put an arm around her waist and she gained some composure as we made our way to her bedroom.

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Thanks for all the support on both the 2nd and 1st parts! I said this last time but I really do appreciate all the kind message you leave! The story is not done yet. I plan to make one more part which will be the last one seeing as this story is coming close to the end and most of my past writings consisted of 4 parts. Hope you’re enjoying it so far and if you have any feedback, be sure to let me know in the comments.

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