*Author’s Note: Thank the gods, Kelly finally got a release. Will his next one be better? Please visit* r/KellyBoomErotica *to find previous chapters, other stories, and more smut. Enjoy and as always DMmeYOURpussies.*
**- Chapter 10: Déjà Vu -**
*I’m a slave to these women… And I think I like it!* I welcomed post ejaculation clarity with open arms. Over the previous couple days I’d done mental gymnastics to justify secretly fooling around with my roommates. Having finally relieved myself – with verbal encouragement from Tracy – I gave control of my body over to any and all three of my roommates. *They’re calling the shots and I’ll take whatever they give me.* With how hard I’d cum and how good their pussies tasted there was no way I was turning back. Only one issue prevented me from reaching nirvana. *What happens if one of them finds out about another? Or others?* I didn’t dwell on that thought however. *This is their game and I’m just playing along.*
After I cleaned myself of my own mess and ate lunch I jumped on the lightrail to a part of the city I’d yet to visit. While happily strolling past little boutique shops, no particular destination in mind, Tracy texted me. She said her interview went well and wanted to meet up to tell me all about it. I told her the neighborhood I was in and we agreed to meet at a place that was close to my location.
While I waited for Tracy to arrive, sitting in the sun on the back patio of the coffee house, I was excited to spend some non-sexual time with her. At that point she was the only roommate I didn’t really know anything about. I knew about her potential internship, we’d gotten each other off, and she’d slurped up my cum… twice, but that was the extent of our relationship. It was funny, just hours before I tongue fucked her ass and she watched me bust all over myself, but I felt like we were meeting up for a first date.
Holding a clutch purse in one hand and a smoothie in the other she scanned the back patio. She smiled wide when she found me, striding over with a pep in her step. I didn’t truly comprehend how good she looked in her suit before, but I did then. It fit her long, lean figure perfectly. She looked professional, powerful, and sexy. After giving me a tight hug and a peck on the cheek I noticed that her purple lipstick was an exact color match to her lingerie I knew she wore under her suit. “I love your lipstick. It’s a great color on you,” I remarked. She gave me a wink while taking her seat. “So,” I transitioned, “How did it go? Did you get the internship?”
She beamed, “I don’t know yet, but it went great! I wasn’t nervous at all thanks to you.”
“Ha, anytime!” I returned her wink.
“No really! Besides the obvious release of energy you gave me, I sat in the interview and visualized sitting with you on your bed. I just described my admiration of the company and my passion for the work the way I did with you. So, we’ll see what happens, but I’m truly grateful for your help!”
I felt honored and a little bashful. “Well, you’re welcome. And I’m sure you’ll get the job.” Tracy shrugged her shoulders while sipping her smoothie. “So, tell me more. What questions did they ask you?” Tracy walked me through the entire interview. The way she spoke and the manner in which she described everything was captivating. I could imagine her going toe to toe with any anti women’s rights lobbyist. I proceeded to ask her what she was majoring in – public policy and urban development. I told her I was majoring in criminology and we had an ardent discussion about socioeconomics, stagnation in political reform, the need for massive mental healthcare funding, and everything in between. Before we knew it the sun had dipped behind the trees and Tracy demanded treating me to dinner as a thank you.
As we walked down the street to a Burmese restaurant, and throughout dinner, our conversation never faltered. She was born and raised in Chicago. Moved out west because she hates the cold. I wholeheartedly agreed, telling her about my one winter working at a Colorado ski resort. We bonded when she confided her mother died when she was young, her father raising her and her brother. My father died when I was young, leaving my mother to raise me and my four sisters. Tracy broke the somber mood with a joke about the only male in my household was named Kelly. We finished dinner by sharing a piece of a traditional sweet rice cake that was almost better than sex… *almost.*
By the time we left the restaurant it was late and Tracy requested we get a cab home, her feet killing her from wearing heels all day. We hadn’t talked about our roommates at all, so while in the cab I asked, “How did you meet Charlie and Jamie?”
“Freshman year. We all lived in Arthur Dorm. It’s funny, we’re very different from each other, but we became fast friends.”
I nodded along, “Yeah, we haven’t all spent much time together, but I can tell y’all are tight.” Tracy snickered at my use of the word y’all. It wasn’t the first time she had that day and I leaned into it, “So, have *y’all* lived in the apartment together the last two years?”
Snickering again, Tracy replied, “Yup, the three of us and Karen last year,” almost gagging on the name as it came out of her mouth.
“Yeah, what was the deal with her? Charlie used the term ‘human disaster’.”
“Ugh, she *was* a human disaster! Without going into detail because I might throw up thinking about her, she was a prude, mean, and an annoying bitch. I hate using that word, but she was. She wanted to be the alpha female and hated us for having our fun together.”
“Well, I hope I’m not known as the ‘human disaster’ this time next year.”
“Please! Karen never let me fuck her face.” I saw the cab driver’s eyes shoot to the rearview mirror. Tracy also noticed his gaze in the reflection and chuckled. Lowering her voice she continued, “You’re awesome Kelly. I had a wonderful day with you and I know Jamie and Charlie are very satisfied with our living situation.” *If only Tracy knew how satisfied Jamie and Charlie are.*
“So, Karen only lived there last year?”
“Yup, Cammi lived with us sophomore year. She also lived in Arthur Dorm freshman year.”
“Was she another human disaster?”
“Oh no, Cammi is awesome! We all wished she hadn’t moved out, but she started a side gig and makes bank so she got her own place. Plus, given what she does she needs her privacy.” Tracy understood my expression – puzzled and intrigued – so she explained, “She’s a webcam model.” Her explanation only added to my puzzlement and intrigue. I was about to ask Tracy followup questions, but Tracy continued, “Yeah, she’s sexy as fuck… You’d love her. In fact, I’m going to a club with her on Friday. You should come!”
*Clubbing with a sexy as fuck webcam model!* “I’m in!” I blurted out. Tracy roared with laughter at my enthusiasm.
When we got home Jamie and Charlie were lounging in the living room, mellow music softly played from the record player. They were laying on the couch in their pajamas, their heads on opposite ends with their legs intertwined, each reading their own book. They looked up from their books at our entry and Jamie teased, “Where have you two lovebirds been?”
I fidgeted with uneasiness, not only because of the comment but also because this was the first time all of us had been in the same room together since my first night in the apartment – before any sexual adventures with the roommates. Tracy didn’t acknowledge Jamie’s barb, answering “Dinner at that amazing Burmese spot on Clark Street.”
“Ooo, I *love* that place,” Charlie said. “What’s the occasion?”
Tracy plopped down in the loveseat and took off her heels with a sigh of relief, “Kelly helped me prep for my interview, so I took him out as a thank you.”
“That’s so nice of you Kelly,” Charlie lauded me. Turning back to Tracy, she asked, “How’d the interview go? You interviewed with that badass executive director, right?”
As Tracy began recounting her interview I slipped off to the bathroom to do my nightly routine. My face washed, teeth clean, and bladder drained I opened the door to Jamie standing there. “Jeez, you scared me!” After my initial shock I admired how cute she was peering up at me. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, had no makeup on, and wearing the long tee shirt she slept in. The one she’d intentionally let ride up, showing me her ass and pussy my first night in the apartment.
“I’m sorry, didn’t mean to. Just waiting for you to finish so I can get ready for bed.”
“I’m off to bed too. Sleep tight,” I bid her while making way for her to enter the bathroom.
“Kelly,” she said quietly. I turned back to face her, “Sorry for scaring you.” She lifted up her shirt showing me her manicured black triangle of pubic hair and her beautiful little tits. I gawked in awe for two seconds before she shut the door in my face. Then I heard her chuckling from inside the bathroom.
On my way to my room I said my goodnights to Charlie and Tracy, who were still chatting in the living room. Once in bed I started to rehash my second ridiculous weekend with the ladies. *Another public oral escapade with Charlie… Jamie squirting all over me… Tracy fucking my face… And I think I’m in love with all three of them!* I’d managed to not let my mind think about Charlie or Jamie while I was with Tracy, but now alone with my own thoughts I began comparing them. *Tracy is so passionate and driven. Charlie is so sweet and wholesome. Jamie is so playful and energetic.* I connected deeply with each one, whether that was to family, community, passions, hobbies, literature, sex… They were each different with their sexuality. *Tracy likes to take charge, tell me what to do. Charlie is the opposite. She wants me to command her, call her my cumslut. Jamie is a toned down mixture of both. She likes to boss and be bossed around.* I enjoyed playing the role each one wanted in the bedroom, or public place in Charlie’s case. *God damn, they’re all so fucking hot too!*
I let my imagination go wild and started visualizing all four of us fucking. My cock started to stiffen when a soft knock came at my door. “Come in,” I blurted.
Charlie silently slipped into my room and shut the door. Excitement washed over me as I thought, *Here for a throat fucking cumslut?* Then panic as I realized, *The roommates would hear us!* Charlie stood by the door with earnest eyes, “I’m sorry I couldn’t make you breakfast this morning. I was looking forward to it.”
“Oh, don’t worry about it. You had to work, I understand.”
“Thanks Kelly. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. As an apology, here you go.” Charlie opened the front of her robe, completely naked underneath. Her breasts were large, but didn’t sag, somehow resisting the force of gravity. Her chestnut brown areolas were small, not as small as Jamie’s, but small in comparison to the size of her tits. She had a beautiful hourglass figure highlighted by her narrow waist and wide hips. She had a pink gemstone belly button piercing. Her pubic hair was nicely trimmed into a landing strip. My eyes traveled down, finally gazing at her meaty inner lips between her legs. She let my eyes scan every inch of her before closing her robe. “Goodnight Kelly,” she said while reaching for the door.
“Goodnight cumslut, “ I replied. She quietly giggled, then exited.
With even more motivation, I shut my eyes and returned to visualizing our foursome. After Charlie’s little stunt, I knew what all three women’s tits, asses, and pussies looked like. I began slowly massaging my cock picturing the three of them lying side-by-side on my bed while I fucked each one in turn, then repeated the process but this time fucking their assholes. When I had picked up speed, pumping hard and about ready to get up to cum in my wastebasket, another soft knock came at my door. I pulled my knees up so my hard-on would be hidden under the blanket and said, “Yes?”
Tracy quietly slipped into my room and shut the door. *What the fuck is going on?* She had just gotten out of the shower, hair still dripping onto her bare shoulders, towel wrapped around her. “Are you alright?” She asked. “You look a little flushed?”
“I’m good,” I spouted. “What’s up?”
“I just wanted to thank you again for today. Going for a run with me, our little naughty session in here,” she smirked and continued. “The interview help, dinner, all of it!”
“You’re welcome. I had a great day too.”
“Well, that’s all. I’ll leave you to it. Goodnight.” Tracy then unwrapped her towel and shimmied, her tits jiggling back and forth. She wrapped the towel back around her and left my room. *Triple déjà vu! Did they plan that? Are they secretly conspiring together to tease me?* The throbbing cock in my hand returned my thoughts to the foursome. My orgasm was fine, but I had to admit to myself that it didn’t hold a candle to the orgasm I had earlier that day.
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