After months of flirting my roommate and I finally had mind blowing, wild, incredible sex [MF]

I was living with a couple for almost two years and it had been a pretty decent setup. Rent wasn’t bad, the location was good, and I got to hang out with their dog whenever I wanted. They got engaged at one point and things changed a bit and we all decided I needed to move. I went apartment hunting and found a half-dozen places that met all the criteria I was looking for. Right neighborhood, right price, right space. The spot I ended up choosing was awesome. I was going to have two roommates, both ladies in their early 20s. One was in town working at a law firm and the other — we can call her Zoe — had just moved to town to get a Phd.

Zoe’s parents had bought the house for their daughter to live in while she was in grad school. Zoe found me and the other roommate on Criagslist of all places and, after seeing the house, and hanging out with the two of them one night to see if we had a good vibe, we agreed to live together. A few friends helped me move in at the beginning of summer and we had a great day of it before hitting the bars afterward for a few hours before having margaritas back at the new pad at the end of the night. Zoe, of course, was invited to come along since she had nothing to do and knew zero people in town.

For the most part things were cool until the end of the night. My buddy Pete was there and he had a tendency to get really aggressive with women when he was drunk. At one point, that first night in the new house, he cornered her in her room and tried to kiss her a few times. Fortunately, our mutual friend Kurt was there and managed to stop him, set him on the couch for a good sleep, and keep his hormones under control.

When I found out about Pete’s behavior the next day I was pretty pissed off and needed to vent to some other friends about it. As part of that venting I described Zoe as intelligent; fun to be around; beautiful — blonde hair, green eyes, 5’4”, 120 lbs, athletic, killer ass. I told my friend about how great it had been to hang out with her before I moved in and how fun she was to spend time with that first night. My friend, hearing all my high praise, stopped me at one point and said “You’re in love with her, aren’t you?”

“What, no. What?” That seemed to have come out of left field.

“It sounds like you are into her. Smart, beautiful, ambitious. I think you like her.”

“No.” I started, “Well. Maybe. I dunno, I hadn’t thought about it, but maybe?” I have always been susceptible to people telling me that I am interested in someone else. It plants a seed in my mind that almost always blossoms into something unexpected. That certainly happened in this situation and I left that day mulling over the thought that I might have a crush on my roommate.

Over the course of the next few months I spent a lot of time with Zoe. I introduced her to my friend group, we watched TV together, went to concerts and shows together. Got drunk together and had a good time. I absolutely started to develop lust for her and feelings grew on top of that. We flirted a lot but never crossed the line. It helped that our other roommate was always flitting in and out of the house, so we were always careful about keeping up appearances while we were home.

At some point in early fall we decided to watch a show together at night before bed. It had 24 episodes at an hour a pop so that meant that we had a few weeks of watching one or two a night together. Things started off perfectly innocent, but slowly built up over time. One of us would lay down on the coach on the other’s lap. I would offer to rub her back if she looked like she was in pain. We would trade ‘light touches’ as our fingers would graze one another’s forearms. One night laying down on the couch turned into spooning. The next night that spooning was combined with touching. The next night the touching escalated and I was running my hands all over her stomach from the bottom of her breasts to the top of her pants.

I was pushing the line over and over again as my hands roamed over her skin and finally she couldn’t take it anymore. She stopped me, turned around, and kissed me. I kissed her back and we continued to make out on the couch for the rest of the night. The next night started innocently again, but my hands quickly found her breasts and I finally touched her pussy. She moaned and started to kiss me again, but then stopped us abruptly and told me we needed to talk.

She wanted to lay out her concerns about being roommates, how what we were doing might violate our other roommates space, how this was her parents house, and how she still had a thing for her ex-boyfriend who lived entirely across the country. I listened and I heard her and I told her that none of those things were issues for me. I recognized that she was 22 and I was 29 and my life experiences had proved that none of that made a big difference in the long run. That said, I wanted her to be comfortable and if she wanted me to stop… I would stop.

After that we talked about relationships, sex, and the complications of being attracted to one another all the time. It was regularly on her mind as much as it was on mine. We still flirted all the time and occasionally would make out when we couldn’t restrain ourselves anymore. One night that culminated in me writing her an email professing my desire for her. She texted me a few minutes after she got the message and asked me if she could come to my room and just lay in bed with me. Of course I said yes and she wandered in a minute later wearing a loose T-shirt and some baggy shorts.

She crawled in bed next to me and we started to chat, then she started to kiss me. This was all a huge indication to me that we were about to take things much further, so I reached for her shirt and pulled it off exposing her beautiful perky little tits and dark puffy nipples. She pulled off her own shorts and tossed them to the end of the bed and I knew things were on. I took one of her nipples in my mouth and ran my tongue over it. I reached out to her other breast with one hand while my other hand removed my underwear as fast as I could.

“God you are sexy.” I whispered as I switched from one breast to the other and allowed my hand to find it’s way to her perfectly shaved pussy. “I want to go down on you; I’ve been waiting so long to eat your pussy.” We kissed passionately as I played with her wetness and she reached down to fondle my hard on. This was the first time that she had seen it and I was dripping with precum at the thought of finally being with her.

Eventually, I started to kiss my way down her sexy young body. She opened her legs for me and brought her knees back to her shoulders giving me perfect access to her snatch. I kissed each of her legs as a tease and then sucked on my middle finger to get it wet. I kissed around her clit and pussy trying to drive her crazy in anticipation of finally doing something. Then, when I felt she was ready, I slipped my finger inside her at the exact same moment I let the tip of my tongue touch her engorged clit. She let out a deep moan and called out my name.

I began to lick and suck at her clit as I slowly finger fucked her. I wanted to learn what she liked so I was paying close attention to her body and her moans. Her pussy tasted and felt amazing. Admittedly, I hadn’t had sex with anyone in a few months. I had not been bringing women home to the house since I moved in as my flirting and lust for Zoe grew and grew. Likewise, I had been spending most of my nights with her and we were being slightly inappropriate roommates. So when I finally had the chance to be intimate with her, every aspect of it was heightened. That said, I was in heaven; I was the luckiest man in the world.

I reached one hand up to fondle her breast and the other I used to wrap around her thigh and spread her pussy lips apart to give me better access to her clit. She wrapped her legs around my head like a jujitsu master and trapped me where she wanted me. She continued to moan my name and “oh fuck” over and over again until she came all over my face. I smiled wide, pulled my face away, and moved in to give her a kiss. She had told me once during one our sex talks that she loved tasting her own pussy when she kissed someone and I made sure to store that in memory for a later date. When she noticed she grabbed my head and licked all of her cum off of my lips before pushing me back on my ass so that she could take my dick into her mouth.

She had tiny hands and a little mouth, but she was able to take my cock between her lips without a problem. She didn’t stay there long, however, as I think the feeling of it in her mouth made her want it in her pussy instead.

“Just fuck me.” She stopped, looked up at me and said again, “Just fuck me.” She stayed on her hands and knees and shoved her ass and pussy in my face.

“Are you sure?” I asked mischievously. Obviously she was sure.

“Yes, shut up, just fuck me. I want your cock.” I spit on my penis and then aimed the head at her perfect little cunt and slowly pushed into her. She slammed her ass back hard — she wanted the whole thing in her now. There was no acceptably slow speed for her that night.

“Oh yeah?” I was happy and surprised, “You want it hard?”

“Fuck yes, fuck me as hard as you can.”

I didn’t know this about her at the time, but over the next few months I found out that she had a big BDSM kink. She loved watching porn from ‘The Armory’ which were really interesting kink films made in San Francisco. She had a big collection of them that she used to get off to all the time. Regardless, I wrapped my hands around her hips and began to fuck her wildly hard. In addition to fast, brutal, slams of my cock into her pussy I started to pull her hair, slap her ass, run my fingernails down her back, and — after I finally tossed her onto her back — I even lightly choked her just the way I liked.

Her dirty talk continued to escalate the more I put her in pain and I wasn’t sure where the limit was. I’ve never been good at the BDSM scene beyond the simplest basics so I kept it as vanilla as I felt comfortable with while still getting her to the point of cumming again. I could feel myself getting close to blowing my wad but I desperately wanted to feel her cum on me.

“I want you to cum.” I told her.

“Choke me.” She demanded. I did and she closed her eyes. “More, choke me harder.” I did and she started to turn red.

“I told you I want you to fucking cum.”

“Uhhh, I’m going to cum. Just keep fucking me.” She let out in a gasped breath.

“I’m going to cum too. Tell me when you cum,” I ordered of her, “as soon as you cum I’m going to fucking cum.”

“I’m close. I’m close. Choke me.” I did, “I’m going to cum, cum inside me. Fuck me.”

I could feel her pussy tighten and her eyes rolled back in her head. I started to cum as well and shot every ounce of cum I had inside her. She reached out her hands and pulled me in close as I continued to fuck her over and over even though I had shot everything I had. Finally, after a minute of that glorious over-stimulation, I stopped and pulled out of her letting my jizz escape and dribble down her pussy onto the mattress.

“You are amazing.” I confessed.

“That was incredible. I should have fucked you every day after you moved in. I’ve been missing out.”

“That is what I’ve been saying!” We laughed and relaxed and lay there in a sweaty heap. We fell asleep holding each other that night and the next morning we got up, I made her breakfast, and then dropped her off at work with a kiss goodbye. The rest of that day was amazing for me. Met some great clients and closed a few big sales, delivered a big project that my boss loved. I rode high on that incredible fuck until I got home and things started up again right away.

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