TITLE    : Boyfriend
STORYID  : boyfriend
SUMMARY  : He takes his girlfriend's roommate.
AUTHOR   : blueboar@lit
DATE     : 2001-09-07
CATEGORY : non-consent-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |none|


I lay on top of Anna, breathing hard, trying to catch my breath. Our bodies were sticking to each other and as I rose slightly, the soft skin of her round, firm tits gently peeled away. Her face and neck had red splotches here and there against her pale skin, almost welts, and she'd shut her eyes. She licked her lips.



"Ummm," she hummed. "God, that was good."



I was silent and took one more deep breath to clear my head. I could feel the flood of juices at our joined groins, spilling onto my balls, gently resting in the soft pillows of her soaked ass. She opened her eyes, clear and blue even in the darkness of the room, and smiled up at me. I felt small, slight tremors up and down my half-erect cock. I smiled. She continued.



"Don't," I whispered down to her.



She continued.



I closed my eyes, letting the soft sensations overcome me. Anna. Nothing but Anna. I could make love to her twenty-four hours a day. The numbness was wearing off and I could feel myself hardening again. She felt it, too, and squealed as she rudely pushed me off.



"No way," she yelled. "Get off. Trying to kill me?"



I fell, laughing, on her side, my sticky cock, leaving a long trace of wetness on her thigh.



"You started it," I said wrapping my arms around her.



"I was joking," she teased. "God, do you know how sore I am?"



I raised myself on an elbow and reached between her thighs to her open wet pink swelling and gently massaged her.



"There?" I smiled.



She pulled my hand off. "Please. I'm serious."



"I'm sorry," I whispered.



I lay back down, my arm under her now, her head on my shoulder and closed my eyes, smelling her, us, together, falling asleep, Anna's hand slyly traveling down to stroke me.



     *   *   *



The hard knock on the door woke me. I jumped, startled.



"What's'happenin'?" Anna murmured.



Another knock and then a voice: "Anna, are you awake?"



Debbie, Anna's roommate, I sighed.



"Yeah," Anna called out under the covers.



The door opened. "Can I come in?"



You're already in, idiot, I wanted to yell, but closed my eyes, instead, and then rolled over. I could hear the door open.



"Oh," she said, seeing me, obviously. "I . . . I'll see you in the morning."



I could feel Anna sit up, the covers lifting with her.



"No, what's the matter, Debbie?"



There was silence for almost minutes and then the sobbing.



"Debbie," I could feel Anna reaching over me and towards her, "what's wrong?"



"N . . . .n. . . othing," she blubbered.



Pathetic idiot. Who used you tonight?



"Baby," Anna continued, "Oh, sweetheart, what happened?"



Someone fucked and dumped her. Nothing out of the ordinary. Don't encourage her. We'll be here all night. Her sobbing continued, and I could hear her take a couple of steps towards the bed. Go away. She sat down, on my feet, for a split second and then scooted down a little.



"I saw Craig with someone else tonight," Debbie moaned. "The asshole . . .," she started but let the blubbering get the best of her and then she couldn't stop. Jesus. Anna was moving towards her, pulling the covers off my shoulders, over my chest, down my stomach and . . . I tugged at them, when they were about to come off completely.



Anna was holding her, rocking back forth.



"There. There. Oh, baby. He's an asshole. Oh, I'm so sorry," she cooed.



Debbie was subsiding, sniffling. I was grateful. Our marathon earlier had left a strong odor of cum, cunt and sweat everywhere. Anna must have realized it, as well.



"I'll meet you outside, okay?" she soothed. "Let me get dressed."



"Okay," Debbie sighed, getting up. "You're such a good friend."



Bullshit, my mind screamed. Anna's a saint to put up with your crap. Christ.



The door shut and I opened my eyes, shaking my head, watching Anna open up a drawer, take out a pair of white panties and slip them on. Anna was stunning. Even half awake, hair a mess, slightly dirty, slightly sweaty. Naturally blond, naturally light, everything about her made me want to cry. She walked the door and took her terry cloth robe off the hook and then looked at me.



Why waste your time with Debbie? She tilted her head to the side. Who the hell cares that you two roomed together in the dorms. You're a junior now. Let her go.



"What?" she asked.



I shook my head.



"Come on, if you have something to say, say it."



I turned over and away from her.



"Well, then don't give me that look, alright?"



I waived her off. The door opened and I heard her step out.



  *     *    *



I woke and turned to the clock-radio. Four-thirty. My mouth was dry. I looked over and saw Anna asleep on her stomach, her face peaceful, her hand holding me. What are you dreaming about, baby? Christ, I was hard. Needed to piss. Hand off. Her hand grudgingly slipped away. Get up. I got up, planted my feet on the cold hardwood and went out to their bathroom.



  *     *    *



Get down. 



I looked down. Come on. It was burning. Shit. Come on, I shook it in the dark. That wasn't going to help as it sprung back up. Shit. Wait. It'll go down.



I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Wait. Wait. I shook my legs.



The door opened and I was blinded, jerking my hands off my sides to protect my face. Fuck. What? Oh, Shit. I stepped back.



Debbie was staring at me in her panties, her jaw, eyes wide open, her dark nipples fully erect.



"I . . . . I," she started.



I shook my head. Jesus.



"I didn't know you were here," she burbled.



You got me there. Lock the fuckin' door next time, asshole, I told myself. This isn't your place. If only Anna's didn't have a roommate. I would be her roommate next semester. I would marry her. Anna.



She was staring at me, swallowing.



"My fault," I said.



She wasn't leaving, her eyes fixed down.



Give me a break. I shook my head. Like this is the first hard cock you've seen in your slutty little life. I wanted to grab it and show it to her. See? Pretty normal. Nothing out of the ordinary, except I've got to piss or I'll pass out.



"Do you mind?" I said.



She hesitated. "I'm sorry. God . . ." She did not leave and continued staring.



Ridiculous. What the fuck is your problem? Get the fuck out of here, you little Greek bitch. She stumbled back a little.



"Don't say anything to Anna, okay?" she whispered.



Like I would do that, Debbie.



"Yeah, whatever," I said turning from her.



Nothing.



"Sorry." I said, trying to get her out of there.



She didn't move and I turned to her. Silk little yellow panties, puffing proudly, darkly. Thin little chicken legs. 



Five seconds. That's all. Five seconds. 



Five seconds. 



Four. 



Three. 



Two. 



One. 



Alright. 



I walked towards her, my cock swaying, and took her hand.



"W . . .w . . what?" she asked, petrified.



"I've got a little problem and you're going to help me with it," I whispered, pulling her into the room. I closed the door behind her and locked it.



I turned to her and smiled and then knelt and peeled down her panties. I could smell her. Slightly. Her dark, full bush was in my face and traveling up almost onto her stomach. I could just make out the fat little cunt-lips, tightly pressed together. I stood again, still holding her hand. We stood naked, against each other, my hard cock grazing against her hard stomach, up above her pierced belly button.



"Put your hands around my neck," I commanded.



She hesitated.



"Do it," I said, firmly.



She reached up and did it. I reached around her back down her tiny, tight ass and underneath her thighs and lifted her up. Her legs wrapped around me. She was small, barely five two, light. I held her with one hand and reached down to my cock with the other, pushing it down, grazing her thick bush, down lower, underneath her, to the heat, and then lower and then . . . Ah. There. I found her opening, just getting wet and pushed. She groaned. I held her for a moment and looked at her. Her eyes were shut tight and I could see a tear appearing. 



Dumb bitch.



I pushed hard into her, amazed at her tightness, almost as nice as Anna. I continued pushing, lifting her ass high. She moaned. I held her for few seconds and pushed down and then suddenly up again. She stifled her scream on my chest. Down and then up. Slick now. Full and juicy. Down and then up. Down and then up. Tears were flooding her eyes.



"Don't bite me," I told her, as I felt her teeth starting to grip my shoulders. She looked at me and then turned away.



Down and then up. Harder now. Much harder. Faster. Down and then up. Faster. I could hear the repeated lovely light slap of skin on skin. Down. Up. Up. Down. Down and then . . . . . ohhhh, fuck, yeah, nice. Up. Up. She groaned loudly. I covered her mouth. On my toes. I held her tightly against me. Her cunt stretched, opened wide. Nice. Yeah. Ohhhh, fuck. Everything was jetting up into her. Again and again. Nice.



I took a deep breath and slowly let her down, her thighs carefully falling away, finding the floor. And then my cock plopped out with a quiet slurp. Slimy cock, tracing along her dark, thick push and against her trembling stomach. 



I smiled. It was going down and I walked to the toilet. I closed my eyes and felt another release, much less intense, gently at first and then streaming. I could hear her breathing hard next to me.



It continued for a good two minutes and then stopped in little spurts and dribbles. She stood watching.



I opened my eyes and smiled at her, my thick, white goo dripping, streaking down her thighs. I reached forward and gave her a peck on the cheek.



"Thanks," I winked, unlocked the door and walked out.

