[MF] Taking “Naps” With My Former Roommate’s Girlfriend Was A Very Bad Idea (PART THREE)

[PART ONE](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ujtsuy/mf_taking_naps_with_my_former_roommates/)

[PART TWO](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ummvtc/mf_taking_naps_with_my_former_roommates/)

When I woke up in the morning, Jessica was gone. Not just from my room, but the entire apartment. I walked out to the living room to find Travis sitting on the couch eating a slice of toast and sipping on a protein shake while watching videos of himself surfing on the television. I think he posted them to YouTube? I don’t think anyone ever watched though.

“Hope we didn’t wake you up this morning,” he said in between bites.

“What do you mean?”

“Jessica and I… we had this big blowup at like five in the morning. She woke me up talking about how she didn’t see a future with me, and I was like fucking half asleep and grumpy. I think I called her a cunt at one point. Told her to ‘fucking leave so I can go back to sleep’ and she left.”

“Wow. I’m sorry,” I said, trying my best to sound genuine.

“It’s whatever, bro. She’ll come back,” he said with a smile, “And if not, there’s other fish in the sea,” he cheesed real big and pointed to the screen, which was currently displaying drone footage of the ocean.

“Ah, nice,” I faked a smile and went back to my bedroom. I tried texting Jessica, but she didn’t respond. I thought about calling, but figured she didn’t want to talk. She was probably feeling super guilty. Hell, maybe she was even blaming me for her and Travis breaking up. Although, she was the one who came to me. I was supposed to turn her down? See her crying and just tell her to leave? I mean, sure, I probably didn’t have to eat her pussy and cum down her throat. Maybe a simple hug would have done the trick, but-but-but-but-but… she touched my dick first!

I couldn’t think about anything else the entire day. I’m pretty sure I wasted the whole damn day refreshing her social accounts. There was nothing from her though. And there continued to be nothing for nearly a week. She hadn’t replied to any of my texts. She hadn’t posted anything. It was like she disappeared.

But the following Tuesday, at around 2:00 in the afternoon, there was a knock at the door. It was Jessica. She wore a pair of leggings and a t-shirt, looking like she had just finished working out. Her hair was a mess and her facing was glowing with dried sweat.

“Hey,” she said quietly. She walked in the door, “I’m just here to pick up some of my clothes,” it felt as if we were breaking up, which was really fucked up and strange.

“Okay,” I replied, unsure of what to say, “Do you need help?” I asked, and then instantly regretted, because why the fuck would she need help?

“I think I can manage,” she said, “But actually, do you have like a trash bag or something?” I walked to the kitchen to grab her an empty trash bag, opening it for her before handing it off.

“This work?” I said, extending my hand.

“This works,” she nodded her head and walked toward Travis’ bedroom, “I shouldn’t be long,” she exclaimed before disappearing into the room. I sat down on the couch, pretending to work on my laptop, but really I was just wondering why everything felt so weird. Was it me? Was it her? Was it just the situation? I mean, was this really all she had to say after that night? To me, we weren’t just fucking. As silly it may sound, it felt really intimate and passionate. It felt like there was love between us.

She emerged from the bedroom around 15 minutes later with a trash bag full of clothes. She had the bag slumped over her shoulder as if she was Santa Claus.

“Looks heavy,” I spoke to her.

“I had more than I thought,” she replied. We both stared at each other for what felt like 30 minutes but really it was probably closer to 30 seconds.

“So are we really just gonna small talk our way into a goodbye?” I asked her.

“I don’t know, Alex,” she groaned, dropping the trash bag to the ground, “What are we supposed to do? We can’t be a thing.”

“Why not?”

“Really? So, what? Should I just drag these clothes over to your room? That won’t be awkward at all, right? I’m sure Travis wouldn’t mind if we cuddled up on the couch to watch a scary movie together, yeah? Or you coming up from behind to slap my ass while we make fucking pancakes on a Sunday morning? Come on, Alex. It’s not gonna happen.”

“I’ll move,” I said, somewhat sincerely, but it was met with a laugh from her.

“You’ll move? To where?”

“I don’t know. There are… other roommates” I stammered.

“But,” she walked over to sit next to me on the couch, “But that’s not even the problem, really. It’s just like, I don’t know if we can be a thing. Can a relationship with trust begin with an affair?”

“Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie,” I shot back.

“What?”

“Brad hooked up with Angelina while he was still with Jennifer Aniston,” I replied.

“First of all, why do you know that? And second of all… that just makes me angry. Who would cheat on Rachel?”

“This sucks,” I confessed, knowing she was right.

“I really do like you,” she placed her head on my shoulder, “And if things were different,” she trailed off.

“Look at the clock,” I told her. She lifted her head and turned it slightly to look at the clock on the wall, which read: 2:30.

She smiled, “Nap time”

“Nap time,” I replied. And without saying another word, we got in position. She became the little spoon on the couch as we cuddled up next to each other. I brought her in close, “I probably smell,” she whispered, “You smell great,” I assured her, and even though she smelled of sweat, it wasn’t a lie. I actually liked the smell of her sweat. Apparently, there’s science behind that. When you really connect with someone, you connect with all of them, even their unpleasant scents.

About five minutes in, it became abundantly clear that neither one of us was falling asleep. My hands slipped under her shirt, rubbing her toned stomach gently. When my fingers found their way under the top of her leggings, she placed her hand over mine, “I just worked out,” she said, her breathing already starting to increase.

“I don’t care,” I replied. In a moment of extreme passion, I lifted myself up to my knees and pulled down her leggings and panties. I slid myself between her legs and made contact with her pussy with my finger. She jumped in response. I could tell she was still feeling a little nervous about her aroma, so I spread her legs as far as they could go, with one of her legs hanging off the couch, and leaned in, running my mouth all over her pussy.

I ran my tongue up and down her wet slit, and then pulled away, “You taste so good,” I assured her. She moaned in response, grabbing at my head to push me back down. I pressed my tongue firmly against the opening of her pussy. Her juices coated my tongue and then dripped down my chin. This was becoming messy really quickly. It felt almost animalistic. She was moving all over the couch, grabbing at my hair and moaning loudly, “Fuuuuck,” she moaned.

My lips surrounded her clit as I slid two fingers inside her pussy. She pressed herself up into me, basically riding my face at this point. Her legs were shaking, “Yes, fuck!” she moaned again. It felt like she was going to rip a chunk out of my hair. My fingers continued to pump inside her as my lips sucked on her beautiful clit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she moaned repeatedly as her body lifted from the couch slightly. My fingers still pumping inside her pussy and my lips making sweet love to her clit. She now had both of her hands firmly attached to the back of my head as she pressed my face hard against her pussy, “I’m gonna cum,” she cried out. I could barely breathe, but at that point, I didn’t care. Dying while eating pussy would have been a fine way to go out.

She came all over my face. A mix of her wetness and sweat covering my face. I kissed her thighs as she came down from the high.

And then I heard her whisper, “Fuck me on his bed.”

“What?” I said while looking up at her from between her legs.

“Fuck. Me. On. His. Bed,” she smiled, lifting her left leg over my head, so that she could stand up off the couch. I watched her ass sway back and forth as she walked toward his bedroom. She lifted her shirt above her head as she walked, throwing it and her sports bra down on the ground.

“This is so fucked up,” I thought to myself, but that didn’t stop me. I stripped naked, walking to Travis’ bedroom, leaving a trail of discarded clothes on the floor behind me. When I entered Travis’ bedroom, the first thing I noticed was Jessica face first on his bed, with her ass sticking up in the air. The second thing I noticed was that his pillows didn’t have cases on them, which I found to be super weird.

I crawled on top of her, kissing from her lower back all the way to her neck. My hard cock pressed against her warm ass cheeks. I kissed across the back of her neck as she wiggled her ass against my cock. I reached down, squeezing her ass cheeks roughly before wrapping my hand around my dick to position it against her waiting pussy. I slid my length inside, “Ohhh,” she moaned as I pushed myself deep inside her, driving her deeper into Travis’ shitty mattress.

She moved her hair to the side and turned her head to look back at me as I started off slow with gentle movements. Long and strong thrusts, “Fuck me” she demanded. I lifted myself up a bit, placed my hands on her hips and started to pound away. She pressed her face against the bed to silence her moans. The sound of our bodies slamming together filled the room, and probably the entire apartment.

I leaned forward to grab her hair, and then pulled on it roughly as I continued to shove my cock inside her. She tilted her head back, her body creating a bit of an arch, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she moaned almost matching the rhythm of my pounding. After a minute or two in this position, I pushed down on her lower back. She was now flat against the bed, I shifted my body on top of hers and continued to push myself deeper inside her warm pussy. Her face was still pressed against the bed, so the sounds coming out of her mouth were muffled, but extremely hot nonetheless.

I could feel her body squirming under mine as her pussy tightened around my cock. It felt as if she might have been cumming again, “Oh my fuck!” she yelled. My cock grew even thicker and fuller inside her, seconds away from exploding, “I’m gonna cum,” I warned her. I started to pull out, but she reached back and pushed me inside her, “Cum inside me, please,” she begged.

After hearing that, I probably got three more thrusts in before I exploded inside her. Multiple shots of cum filling up her pussy, “Fuck, oh fuck,” I moaned, my body twitching on top of hers. She moved her ass slowly from side to side. We stayed in this position for a couple minutes. Both completely exhausted.

Eventually, I lifted up, my semi-hard cock sliding out of her. A bit of cum dripped from the head of my cock, landing on Travis’ sheets.

“Shit,” I said.

“Just rub it in, that’s what he does,” she laughed. And with her permission, I rubbed the little spot of cum into his sheets. *(I later washed them because guilt comes in hard once the moment is over)*

And that was the last time Jessica and I fucked. It was actually the last time we saw each other. She moved five months later. I still check her social accounts occasionally. She has a new boyfriend now. Looks pretty serious. They have a dog together, so you know, good for her.

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