When I met Jade in college, I never could’ve fathomed I’d be anything but the loving, loyal boyfriend. She’s smart, sweet, sassy, very adventurous, and just a little bit slutty. With her, I was left wanting for nothing. I scarcely noticed other women.
Until Jade took me back to her place for the first time.
Since this was my first relationship, and because I was a bit old school about love and sex, it took her almost two months of dating to finally get me back to her place. And when we got there, I saw a face I knew in an instant.
It was Vanessa, the girl I crushed on hard in high school. She was Jade’s roommate. And boy was she looking cute as ever in her modest own jeans-and-a-hoodie type of way.
Cute as she was, however, I was now a taken man. I had lofty boyfriendly standards to uphold, regardless of what that little twinge of worry inside of me might say. And besides, it had taken me two months to get this far with Jade; no way was I ever actually going to do something with Vanessa, especially since I had never had the balls to ask her out in high school.
Not that I had had much opportunity then; for almost as long as I had crushed on her, Vanessa had had a boyfriend, Louis. Knowing if she were still with Louis would really help ease that twinge of unease within me. So a few days later, I asked Jade if her roommate had a boyfriend, conveniently neglecting to mention I had ever known Vanessa.
“Yeah, she’s doing long distance with her boyfriend from high school. Louis something.”
Thank god. That little bit of me could now rest assured.
And, for a while, it remained in that comfortable little stasis. I was enjoying my time with Jade, split roughly evenly between going out on exciting adventures and having wild sex. Sometimes accomplishing both at the same time.
The extent of my interaction with Vanessa during the next few months was largely in passing, as she did her thing and Jade and I did ours. I was always friendly and smiled and said hi, but I was careful not to get into too much extended interaction with her; her adorable little smile whenever we bumped into one another served as reminder enough of some of those old feelings I couldn’t let resurface.
Then, a few days passed without me seeing Vanessa around their apartment, and her door was closed all the time. I asked Jade.
“Oh, Louis broke up with Vanessa a couple days ago. That dick apparently just wanted to see other girls.”
I’ll admit I felt bad for her, and I wondered how a guy could do that to her. To Vanessa.
But, at the same time, that same little part of my brain thought, She’s single now.
Over the next few weeks, I didn’t see much of Vanessa. Best I could tell the only things drawing her out from behind that closed door were food and class, neither of which as frequent as they probably should be.
With Vanessa out of sight and out of mind so often, those nagging little worries slowly faded away. I was secure in my desire for only Jade, and I certainly didn’t want to do to her what Louis did to Vanessa. I was left wanting for nothing.
Until last week.
I was at their apartment one evening while Jade was taking her usual 6 o’clock shower. While she was in the bathroom, I set up a movie for us to watch on the TV in the living room, but that didn’t take very long at all, so I was left doing little more than twiddling my thumbs.
The apartment door creaked open.
Not thinking much, I peeked over and saw Vanessa. But not how I’d ever seen Vanessa before. A pair of tight black leggings with mesh panels hugged her legs and rounded out her bubble butt, and a slightly too-small pink athletic tank clung to her petite frame, highlighting her supple chest and smooth stomach. With the sweat glistening on her forehead and her slick, black hair tied back in a ponytail, she must’ve come straight from a workout. She was stunning.
And I was speechless; all my blood must’ve drained straight from my brain to my groin.
After a few long moments, Vanessa caught my gaze and smiled her classic sweet smile.
I snapped out of my daze and managed, “You seem to be in good spirits today,” trying to avoid mentioning her appearance, which I was struggling not to trace my eyes up and down.
“I felt like I needed to take charge and do the things I want to do. Including going to the gym.”
“Including changing up your wardrobe?” I couldn’t believe what I had just let slip out of my mouth. If I couldn’t stop myself from saying a simple sentence, what else couldn’t I stop myself from doing?
Vanessa considered this a moment and then said, “Including impressing the guys,” before leaving to her room with a smirk.
My eyes widened. Surely that was an innocent comment, right? I certainly hoped so. In mere moments, my worries had not only resurfaced but tripled in magnitude. I was now left wanting for her.
Over this past week, I only saw more of Vanessa’s new style: shorter skirts and tighter tops and brighter lipsticks. I couldn’t resist stealing glances, and I was always rewarded with a smile when caught.
However, I knew I couldn’t keep on going like this. Sooner or later, I was going to fall to temptation. I had a good, sexy woman who cared about me all to myself. So I decided to do something special for Jade and my six-month anniversary. Today.
After my classes, I put on my dark fitted slacks with a sturdy leather belt and a grey button-down—making sure to roll up the sleeves—and spritz on a new woodsy cologne. Knowing Jade, she’ll be all over me.
While I’m on my way to their apartment, I text Jade that I have a surprise planned for her and tell her to come home quickly. At this point, Vanessa is the last thing on my mind; I’ve got my girl to impress.
I get to their place and let myself in with the spare key Jade gave me. I got here a little early, so I have a little waiting to do, but at least Vanessa isn’t here to worry about. It isn’t long before Jade texts me to say she’ll be home soon.
I’m waiting near the door when I hear footsteps approaching from outside. She’s here! But when the door opens, it opens to Vanessa. And today’s the best of her new style I’ve seen yet.
A cute, little, black pleated skirt says girl-next-door while giving off a hint of schoolgirl. To match that schoolgirl vibe, Vanessa has on a bright red t-shirt emblazoned with our university’s logo across the front.
Why did our school color have to be red?
Her shirt’s knotted at the front, showing off just enough of her midriff. As if that all weren’t enough, Vanessa has on one of those ’90s chokers and has done herself up with winged eyeliner and soft pink lips.
The effect is too much. My pants swell. Right now, she’s the perfect mix of that cute, nerdy girl from high school and this sexy new girl. And she’s right in front of me. In any other situation, this would’ve been a dream come true.
And now she’s caught me staring.
But she’s also staring.
“All dressed up and waiting for me?” Vanessa asks.
“Oh, uh, Jade’ll be hear any minute now. I got here a little early for our date.”
“So I caught you at just the right time, huh?” She bites her lip and steps a little closer.
My body stiffens. Jade will be here soon. Nothing will happen. I just need to get through this.
Vanessa steps closer yet. I can smell her fruity perfume.
I stiffen up further. Nothing will happen, right?
Vanessa steps closer yet. We’re almost touching. She places her hand on my chest.
My heart races, and I’m sure she can feel it. I need this to stop. I need Jade to get here already. I need my out. But I don’t want this to stop; all those years of pent-up desire, and now Vanessa’s right here in front of me.
Footsteps sound from down the hall. It must be Jade. I look back to Vanessa; she heard it, too.
Vanessa looks back into my eyes and, without a moment’s hesitation, whispers, “I’ll be in the living room,” and pulls away with a devilish grin.
I’m struck. I have but a moment to catch my breath. I tell myself I’m safe, out of harm’s way, that I was right, nothing will happen.
The door opens. I look over, and there’s Jade, drinking me in.
“Helloooo, handsome,” she says and kisses me. She eyes me up and down. “This definitely calls for that dress you love. Let me go shower and put on my face first, though.”
Oh, no. I check my watch: 6 o’clock. I should have expected.
Jade puts down her bag and makes it to the bathroom, and I hear the fan turn on and, a few moments after, the water running. I’m still standing, fighting my legs to keep still, but my legs start moving. With one step, I know what lines I’ll cross if I take another step. With another step, I tell myself there’s nothing wrong with chatting on a couch. Maybe I had merely read things wrong, permitted my old hormones get the best of me. After all, Jade was here, and nothing uncouth could happen.
I knew that was a lie.
Soon, I turn the corner into the living room, and Vanessa is there, expectant, looking fine as ever. I sit down with more than a foot of space, still trying to convince myself of my pure intentions.
But it doesn’t last long. I attempt some small talk, but then her hand’s on my mine. Warm and soft. If I don’t get out now, I’m not gonna be able to stop.
I grasp it.
Vanessa scoots a little closer, closing the gap once again. She leans in, and now her hand is on my knee, creeping up towards my thigh. More and more blood reaches my member, engorging it beyond belief, straining against its boxer brief enclosure.
Her hand reaches it, my cock hard as a diamond. I see the astonishment in her eyes as she feels how hard I am. She starts slowly rubbing it through my pants.
That’s it. I’m doing this. I’m doing her.
I grab her by the back of the neck and kiss her, plunging my tongue into her warm, wet mouth. She kisses back hungrily, and our tongues meet.
Vanessa’s hands start work on my pants, struggling with my belt. With my free hand, I grab one of her breasts. A perfect handful. I rub my thumb over her nipple through her clothes, noticeably hard despite her bra and shirt. She lets out a little whimper, and she continues to struggle with my belt.
Finally, she gets it unbuckled. Her small hands are soon wrapped around my raging-hard shaft, and she starts stroking me.
“God, I’ve been wanting this,” she says.
“God, I’ve been wanting you since high school,” I say. I can’t believe this, of all times, is when I tell her this. “I had such a massive crush on you.”
She smirks her irresistible little smirk. “Had?”
Before I can respond, she sinks to her knees between my legs and takes me in her mouth.
I gasp. “Now—”
Her tongue swirls around my tip. Her head bobs up and down along my length.
“Now I have such a massive hard-on for you.”
With that, she looks me in the eye—with that delicious sort of smile you can see in a person’s eyes—and takes as much of me as she can down her throat.
In only about a minute, my climax is starting to build. As much as I want to cum down her throat right now, I want a more thorough exploration of the girl I’m abandoning my morals for.
As if she can read my mind, Vanessa pulls back and says, “I need you inside me.”
She mounts me, still in all her clothes. I reach under her skirt and am met with a lacy thong soaking with arousal. I waste no time in pulling it to the side and plunging my cock deep inside her.
Vanessa lets out the beginning of a moan before remembering to stifle it. I begin thrusting into her warm and welcoming interior, exciting whimpers from her with my cock’s every push and twitch. Every thrust, I reach deeper and deeper inside her. But it’s building back up to a crescendo.
“I’m not gonna last long at all like this,” I warn her.
“Then don’t.”
It’s too much. I don’t even stop to think if she’s on birth control at all. I grab Vanessa’s throat with one hand and her hips with the other, slamming her down on my cock, and I’m over the edge.
Just as my cock begins pulsing, Vanessa moans out, “I think I’m cumming, too.” Her breath is hot and heavy on me.
I shoot ropes of cum deep inside her, and her walls pulse to match, milking me for every drop.
We embrace for a long minute, catching our breaths, coming to the realization we just fucked. Vanessa pulls me in for a deep kiss, then says with a smile, “That was hot.”
I have to agree; it was undeniably hot. I look back over this girl I’d dreamed about for so long in high school who was now currently in the sexiest outfit I could imagine and with my cock insider her and filled with my cum. Younger me could’ve never imagined how incredibly naughty this girl could be. Or how incredibly lucky I could be.
I plant a few more kisses on Vanessa’s tender lips, not a care in the world for my broken oath to Jade. She smiles a sweet smile.
She dismounts just as we hear the water in the bathroom shut off. I refasten my pants, and Vanessa fixes her panties. I get up to go meet Jade out of the shower.
Jade comes out of the bathroom and gives me a little kiss as she heads to the bedroom to change and do her makeup. A small twinge of guilt passes over me with that, but it’s far outweighed by the high of what Vanessa and I just shared right under her nose.
A few moments later, Vanessa enters the bathroom, and I see my cum running down her leg. As she passes me, she whispers, “We’ll have to do that again sometime.”
How could a guy not be left wanting for more?
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/b2ewes/while_she_was_in_the_shower
Fuck that’s hot.
This is really good!
Hot and well written.
Very well written, looking forward to the 2nd part.