Roommate Tempts Girlfriend Ch. 01
Not my first cheating girlfriend story, but my earlier ones weren't well received, which doesn't bother me that much because there's always anonymous critics - who haven't actually written anything themselves - bashing other people's work. The reason I wasn't satisfied with those other stories was because they weren't written to best of my ability.
All characters are over eighteen and the females characters are inspired as followed...
"Melissa Gellar" is Kaley Cuoco (The Big Bang Theory)
"Cassandra Correa" is Vanessa Lachey (Wipeout)
"Alana Jones" is Nicole "Coco" Austin (Ice Loves Coco)
***
Arthur Olsen, a graphic artist earning a decent living, currently resides with his girlfriend, Melissa Gellar in a cushy two bedroom apartment. They started off as just roommates, but a romantic relationship blossomed over the course of several months. Melissa is a waitress without much of an education, but she is sweet and sexy. A rare find indeed. Arthur fell for her instantly despite the pitfalls that can materialize when dating one's roommate.
Melissa had some reservations only because they shared little in common. Arthur could also be a bit of a head case at times. Her closest gal pal and fellow waitress, Cassandra Correa had a low opinion of Arthur. She thought he was meek and not handsome enough for Melissa, so she openly tried to set Melissa up with other guys. This naturally offended Arthur a great deal, but Melissa assured him that it was all in jest and Cassandra was not to be taken too seriously.
Adding to Arthur's insecurities brought out by Cassandra, was that Melissa's best friend from high school - Raymond Brett - was going to stay with them for a indeterminate time. Raymond was pursuing a career as a fashion photographer and invited to crash with them while struggling financially. Melissa and Arthur now shared the master bedroom, so there was plenty of space for Raymond in her old room, which had been converted into a guest bedroom.
Arthur had seen old pictures of Raymond and didn't think he was particularly good looking. In fact, you might even say that Raymond was gawky. What really had Arthur uneasy was the strong emotional bond which Melissa and Raymond apparently shared. Even though they hadn't seen each other in almost two years, Melissa still referred to Raymond as her "best friend." Shouldn't her boyfriend be her best friend?
Arthur regretting asking Melissa once why nothing had ever "happened" between her and Raymond. She blushed and admitted they did makeout at party when they were eighteen. It was the night before graduation. They played spin-the-bottle as a gag, but things got intense because the bottle landed on them three times. It was a simple closed mouth kissed the first time and none of the onlookers were pleased with how reserved the two were, so the second time they were goaded into a long and wet French kiss. The third time they were told they had to go make out in the closest for five minutes as per the rules. They went at it hot and heavy and were applauded when they exited the closest.
Arthur prodded no more even though he wondered why they didn't hook up after the party. Melissa didn't lose her virginity until she was nineteen and a community college student. Arthur took solace in that. Maybe she thought of Raymond more like a brother? Maybe alcohol at the party was the only reason she lapsed and kissed him?
Arthur and Melissa made love the night before Raymond moved in, wanting to take advantage of their last bit of alone time. She wore a sexy black negligee to bed and he gave her a tender neck rub, which was their normal pre-sex routine. Then it was the missionary position as usual once they got into it.
Arthur would prefer Melissa to be on top because it would easier on his sore back, but he was deeply infatuated with her and would've had sex with her on hot coals if need be. He was just under six inches in length and she had a tight snatch. They kissed lovingly and she sighed contently. It wasn't too erotic... more like something out of a lame romantic-comedy movie.
"Mmm... I love you, sweetie..." she said in bliss as he grabbed her right leg for leverage.
"Ohh... I love you too, honey..." he replied while trying so very hard to pace himself.
Their bed creaked slightly as he slid in and out of her wet pussy. After a few minutes of this tame approach, she felt his stiff cock swell and fill her with hot cum. The expression on face revealed that he wished to have lasted longer... or at least until she also had an orgasm.
"Was that good for you, my sweetie-pie?" she asked in a cutesy voice.
"Yes, of course," he said while catching his breath. "It always is. I love you so much."
"Mmm... I have and idea... Let me get on top..." And with that they rolled over and she straddled him. He was not expecting this, but it was a pleasant surprise. She rode him - her hips going back and forth - while arching her back and digging her fingernails into his thighs. It was quite the sensation and he had to grip the mahogany headboard to hang on.
"Oh...wow...oh...wow..." he stammered. "Melissa... what's gotten into you?"
She placed one had on his stomach to balance herself as she bounced up and down on his dick. "Mmm... You like that? That feel good?" She seemed to be abnormally excited and she caressed her breasts, pinching and tweaking her hard nipples. Then, she leaned down to kiss him and he was able to paw her nice ass cheeks. It was by far the best sex they'd ever had.
She snapped her head back - whipping her blonde hair - and moaned louder than ever before while staring up at the ceiling. "Ohhhh... YES! YES!" She was really picking up the pace - lost in a sea of ecstasy - as he held onto her gyrating hips. It had only been a few minutes, but he grimaced and shot his load once again while she continued to ride him.
"Oh my...yes... I'm...I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum...I'm cumming..." she cried as she bucked her hips a last time and collapsed on top of him. His cock remained inserted in her slit as they rested and cuddled. If only Cassandra could see them now he thought. Then she'd know what Melissa saw in him.
It wasn't until a few hours later when Melissa slept soundly that Arthur began to feel anxious. He was so caught up in the moment that he didn't question why Melissa had her eyes closed during most of their sexual escapades. Was she thinking of another man?
Everyone fantasizes and there's no real harm in it as long a she was thinking of some famous Hollywood hunk. A handsome leading man with chiseled good looks, but she's had nothing on her mind lately except for her "best friend" Raymond.
Arthur had to let his worries go because Melissa hated when he acted paranoid.
***
Arthur and Melissa brought Cassandra with them when they picked Raymond up from the bus station the next day because Melissa thought that Cassandra and Raymond might hit it off romantically. Arthur didn't enjoy having Cassandra tag along, but she was actually civil on the ride over.
Raymond gave Melissa a innocent peck on the lips when he emerged from the station, then shared a long hug with her. They were clearly delighted to see one another as they nuzzled each other tightly. Raymond also whispered something in Melissa's ear and she giggled.
"What's so funny?" Arthur asked.
"Oh, it's just an inside joke," Melissa explained.
Raymond wasn't as gawky as in those old high school pictures. He had aged very well and Cassandra was definitely impressed because she eyed him seductively on the way back to the car. Arthur always thought Cassandra was such a harlot.
Arthur drove with Cassandra sitting shotgun. Melissa sat in the backseat with Raymond, so that they could chat and catch up. Arthur had to wonder why Cassandra was there if Melissa was planning to sit with Raymond on the ride home?
"So, any gigs lined up?" Melissa asked.
"Yeah, you guys ever hear of Miss Ali-Kat 19?" Raymond replied.
Arthur did in fact know that risqué internet handle, but choose to remain silent.
"Well, her real name is actually Alana Jones," Raymond explained. "She's an extremely popular internet celebrity with her own website where she posts sexy photos of herself."
"What, like pornography?" Melissa inquired. "Where she's like naked?"
"No, no nudity... They're just tasteful and sexy pics," Raymond assured.
"Hmm... Ever whack it to this Ali-Kat 19 lady?" Cassandra asked Arthur.
"What?" Arthur was so ticked off by Cassandra. "Of course I've never..."
"Why would he with a sexy ass girlfriend like Melissa?" Raymond interjected.
"Sexy?" Melissa teased Raymond and within seconds they were engaged in a tickle fight.
Cassandra watched them playing with a sly grin as Arthur tried concentrating on the road.
"So, this Ali-Kat 19 hired you takes some photos?" Arthur asked to break them up.
"Yeah, we have a beach shoot scheduled for the weekend," Raymond bragged.
"Well, good luck with all that," Arthur said insincerely.
"You should take some pics of Melissa," Cassandra added. "She could be a model."
"No, I'm not pretty enough for that," Melissa said humbly. "Those women are perfect."
"Yeah, you're kinda plain looking," Raymond jested and soon the tickle fight resumed.
Cassandra was proud of her handy work while Arthur was left simply fuming.
***
Raymond returned home to the apartment late on Saturday while Arthur and Melissa were snuggling on the couch and watching TV. Raymond sat down beside Melissa and opened up his laptop without so much as a "hello." Arthur clearly didn't appreciate the intrusion.
"I wanna show you the pics I took today," Raymond said with glee.
"Sure, we'd love to see them." Melissa spoke for both herself and Arthur.
"Unless I'm interrupting anything?" Raymond asked. "A romantic evening?"
"No, it was just quiet uneventful night at home," she lamented while turning off the TV.
"Great..." Raymond uploaded the photos from his flashdrive and opened the album. The first set of photos were of the blonde and busty Alana Jones on the beach, flaunting her artificial bronze tan and 36DD breasts in a yellow string bikini.
Arthur was careful to hide how horny these pictures were instantly making him. Many of the shots accentuated Alana's ample backside. Her thong bikini bottom was wedged into her beautiful ass to the point where she appeared to be going commando.
"Well, what do you guys think?" Raymond asked.
"Provocative," was all Arthur could muster, shifting to hide a growing erection.
"You obviously know how to make a woman feel sexy," Melissa complimented.
"I'm sure most people would say she was already sexy," Raymond said modestly.
"No, I know guys think she's hot," Melissa clarified. "But you made her all alluring."
"Alluring?" Raymond asked with smile.
"Yes, even I'd make out with her after seeing these photos," Melissa taunted.
Arthur couldn't believe his ears. Did his girlfriend make a joke about being a lesbian?
"Okay, now that's what I'd call... alluring," Raymond kidded.
Raymond and Melissa then shared an awkward pause before he displayed the next set of photos, which were of Alana in a blue string bikini and white pumps. She was standing atop a glass coffee table and dancing with a red boa wrapped around her neck.
"Patriotic colors," Arthur observed. "Red, white, and blue."
"Yeah, for her calendar," Raymond explained. "That's our 4th of July theme."
"Where were these taken?" Melissa wondered.
"Alana's hotel suite," Raymond proclaimed.
"Really?" Melissa was shocked. "You went back to her hotel?"
"Yeah, but we didn't have too much privacy." Raymond closed his laptop. "Fans found out were she was staying and kept sending up flowers and champagne. Even when we put up the do not disturb, she still felt like the atmosphere was spoiled."
"Too bad," Arthur said without really hiding his delight.
"That's why I invited her over here tomorrow to finish the shoot," Raymond added.
"Here?" Arthur asked with a gulp.
"If it's cool with you guys?" Raymond was so very polite.
"Absolutely," Melissa stated. "Anything to help give your career a boost."
"Thanks, you guys are the best," Raymond said. "Now, I gotta hop in the shower."
"You probably need a cold shower after a day with Miss Jones?" Melissa joked.
"Cold shower?" Raymond shook his head. "Nope, I gotta relieve myself... immediately."
"Well, have fun in there," Melissa said as Raymond entered the bathroom.
Arthur was not amused. "He's jerking off in our shower? That's all right with you?"
"It's only natural..." Melissa began squeezing the bulge in Arthur's pants. "And don't you be such a hypocrite. I saw you drooling over those pictures. You have hard-on because you know she'll be here in the flesh tomorrow."
"Well...I...guess...that...um..." Arthur mumbled.
"You're going to brag to all your work friends on Monday..." Melissa was energized as she continued rubbing his erection through his pants like she wanted to make him cum. "You wanna look at the pictures again?"
"No...you're doing a good job..." Arthur laid back and Melissa slipped her hand into his pants and under his boxers to stroke his shaft unimpeded. He closed his eyes and his mouth hung open.
Meanwhile, her eyes then drifted to the bathroom door. She could hear the shower running and knew that Raymond was taking care of himself. She bit her bottom lip and began jacking her boyfriend with gusto until he shuddered and spurted in his boxers.
"Oh...wow...that was...amazing," Arthur moaned.
Melissa quickly averted her eyes from the bathroom door. "Sure... I love you, sweetie."
"Want me to return the favor?" Arthur was motioning to their bedroom.
"That's okay," Melissa said. "Tonight was all about you." Then, she kissed him on the lips.
After the men turned in for the night, it was Melissa's turn in the shower. As the warm and soothing water doused her desirable body, she decided to take a cue from Raymond and relieve some stress. Arthur's presence - or lack there of - had little effect on her orgasms.
She had been responsible for her own orgasms for most of their relationship. With her and Arthur, it was more about the emotional connection as appose to the meaningless sex she had with guys back in college.
Her hands roamed softly over her chest and down between her legs, softly caressing between her moist folds. Feeling the tingle that has been lingering in her pussy - since she saw the photos - start to spread throughout her body, she increased her pace.
One hand pinching and twisting her nipples, the other rubbing her clit. The pleasure was flowing over her in waves now, imagining it was her in those steamy photos snapped by Raymond.
"Mmm...ohh...yes...ohh...yes..." echoed from her and throughout the bathroom.
She pulled the shower head down with a free hand, trained it between her legs and within a mere seconds, had an explosive orgasm. Dropping the shower head and almost losing her balance. "OHH... GOD!!!" It took a moment for the intense sensation to subside as she clutched the sliding glass door.
It was the second mind blowing eruption between her legs since Raymond reentered her life, but she tried not to harp on the connection. Satisfied, she cleaned herself up and crawled into bed with her boyfriend a few minutes later. He was sleeping like a baby.
***
Alana Jones, an internet siren also known as Miss Ali-Kat 19, dropped by on Sunday afternoon and was greeted by all three. She was wearing shades, low cut jeans, and a snug halter top. She was a total diva and also carried a small piece of designer luggage. Raymond welcomed her with the same innocent peck on the lips which Melissa received back at the bus station. Then, he made the proper introductions. "Alana, these are my wonderful roommates, Arthur and Melissa."
"Hello," said a flustered Arthur, trying not to stare at Alana's chest.
Alana removed her shades and greeted both with kisses on the cheek.
"We're thrilled to have a famous person in our home," Melissa gushed.
Alana gave Melissa's curves a once over. "Wow, you're so pretty," she flattered.
"Me? Really? No, you're like a super beautiful woman," Melissa said while blushing.
"Don't be shy," Alana asserted. "If you posed with me, my fans would fall in love with you."
"There's an idea," Raymond quipped, also eying Melissa. "Wanna become a star?"
"No, thank you, but I couldn't," Melissa said firmly and Arthur was relieved.
"Such a shame," Alana said while continuing to admire Melissa's figure.
"You should ask our neighbors," Melissa suggested. "They're all about girl on girl action."
"Kinky," said a titillated Alana. "I'd love to meet these girls."
"I don't think that would be appropriate," Arthur exclaimed.
"What a buzz kill," Raymond grumbled.
Arthur threw Raymond a distasteful look, which the ladies noticed.
"You can change in my bedroom," Raymond offered kindly to Alana.
"Cool... " Alana then unzipped her luggage. "I brought over a few outfits I'd like to show you." Raymond led Alana into his bedroom and shut the door behind them. Arthur and Melissa had a nice peek at Alana's exposed red thong before the door was closed.
"She's gonna undress in front of him?" Arthur queried.
"Well, he is an artist," Melissa replied.
"So?" Arthur was clearly not impressed.
"The female form is a work of art..." Melissa posed. "And it's his right to appreciate it."
Melissa and Arthur set aside this afternoon to tidy up in the kitchen, so not to interfere with the shoot. Nevertheless, they had a great view into the living room, which Raymond had turned into a makeshift studio earlier in the day. Alana emerged from his bedroom in pink cotton panties and a snug t-shirt, which was conservative attire for her. Clearly, she had no brassiere on underneath the shirt as her nipples were easily perceptible to all.
"We're not bothering you are we?" Melissa asked.
"No, not all," Raymond said.
"Alana?" Melissa wanted to be sure.
"Please, this is your home," Alana said. "You're more than welcome to watch."
Arthur did most of housework himself as Melissa was quite fascinated by the modeling process as it unfolded in the living room. Raymond played some pop music for Alana to dance to. It was the Beyonce / Lady Gaga duet "Video Phone" and Alana moved like a stripper as Raymond cheered her on.
"C'mon, Miss Ali-Kat, let's see that world famous booty!" Alana obliged and hit Marilyn Monroe like pose while Raymond got into position with his camera. "You have to make love to camera!" he urged as he continued to snap away.
"Shouldn't I be lying down for this?" she wondered.
"Not just yet..." Raymond seemed quite dedicated to the task at hand.
"Is this what you want..." Alana slipped her thumbs into her panties and teased like she was going to remove them. Instead, she arched her back and slowly licked her top lip.
"I want more passion..." Raymond stressed. "Make the voyeur feel desired..."
"Desire?" Alana pushed her breasts together and blew Raymond a kiss. "Like that?"
"Put you hands under your breasts and hold them like cupcakes," he replied.
Alana did as he asked. "You wanna try these cupcakes?" she teased.
"Make me believe you wanna fuck my brains out!" he commanded.
"Mmm... I like this direction..." Alana sunk to her knees and dry-humped the floor. Snug as it was, her t-shirt did little to contain her bouncing tits. Arthur was no longer paying attention, not wanting an erection. Contrarily, Melissa was completely entranced.
Raymond then brushed hair out of Alana's face and appeared to kiss her neck.
"Ray... No... You'll ruin my makeup," she protested, but without much gusto.
Raymond circled behind Alana and she spanked herself for his benefit.
"Alluring..." Raymond said to Alana, drawing a smile from Melissa with the reference.
"Be sure to get my good side..." Alana hiked up her panties, giving herself a wedgie.
Melissa could see in Raymond's eyes that he wanted to ravage Alana's curvaceous body.
"Let's go and get some bedroom shots..." Raymond helped Alana to her feet and they hurried into his bedroom. Melissa was somewhat disappointed that she wasn't going to see anymore.
Inside the bedroom, Alana reclined on the bed and Raymond straddled her thighs.
"I wanna see your bedroom eyes," he said as he zoomed in on her face.
Alana appeared aroused as she gazed up into the lens and puckered her full lips.
"Perfect..." Raymond was pleased with her performance as she raised her leg and her thigh made gently contact with his crotch. He surely realized what was happening, but continued taking pictures like a professional because he was getting some incredibly seductive images.
Beyonce continued to play in the living room as Arthur poured lemonade.
"Should we turn the music off?" he asked as he handed Melissa a glass.
"No, they can probably still hear in it his room," Melissa reasoned. She then used the glass of lemonade to cool off, holding it her forehead. Arthur was unwilling to ask what it was that had her all hot and bothered. She actually seemed to be day dreaming.
Meanwhile, Raymond got cozy next to Alana on the bed as she sat up.
"Well, I guess were about done here," he said. "I got all that I need."
"Not so fast, sexy..." she responded. She then leaned over to kiss him with her pouty lips and he didn't hesitate in kissing her back. She also rubbed his thigh as the kiss became more and more passionate. He was pitching a massive tent in his jeans. So many guys have jerked off to her pictures on the internet. Raymond was living all their fantasies.
"Mmm... Ray... You make me so hot... I want you so bad..." She leaned back in the bed and yanked his t-shirt off, exposing his hairy chest. His hands wandered underneath her top and fondled her 36DD breasts. If she actually wore a bra, now would've been a good time to unclasp it.
Even over the music, Melissa and Arthur could detect the soft moans coming from Alana.
Raymond was soon on his back with Alana straddling him. "Wanna see..." She removed her top to reveal her famous knockers. He fondled them with his strong hands for only a moment before she lowered herself so he could take her pink nipples into his mouth and suckle. "Mmm... so nice... suck on my big titties..." she sighed. Alana was so vein and considered sex with her to be a privilege.
They were soon kissing again - they're lips smacking together - but he couldn't resist and quickly returned to sucking on her big tits. "Yes... that's good... that's how I like it..." she cooed. She then crawled back between his legs, squeezed his erection, and slowly undid his fly. "Let's see what a big man you are..." Never did she break eye contact with him as she did this. A true seductress.
Melissa couldn't conceal her smile, creeping closer to the door, much to Arthur's chagrin.
Alana planted kisses on Raymond's abdomen while his ten inch member was nestled between her breasts, already dripping precum. "How 'bout a nice blow job?" She asked rhetorically while teasing his big cock with a quick titty fuck. Then, she began sucking on his thick and throbbing mushroom head.
"Ohhh... fucking hell..." he groaned. He also had a great view because her juicy ass - still garbed in pink cotton panties - was seen in the reflection of the mirror above his dresser.
"Yeah... suck my cock... suck it good!!!" He looked down at her platinum blonde hair as she took even more of his cock into her mouth. Her soft lips and warm tongue skillfully worked his shaft. He wondered if the slurping sounds were heard outside. Maybe he wanted Melissa to hear them and fantasize about his long and thick fuck-stick?
Her head bobbed up and down - taking in about eight inches without gagging - while also caressing his scrotum with one hand. He palmed her head to guild her pace and let out a mighty bellow. With her free hand, she tugged her panties down to her knees. Her pussy was hot and sopping. She needed to be fucked bad, but wanted to taste his cum first.
Melissa's heart was racing as she listened from outside.
"What are you doing?" Arthur demanded to know.
"Relax, this will be a funny story to tell one day," she promised.
An epic blow job continued on the other side of the door since Raymond had great stamina. Alana sucked his cock with vigor while shifting her weight to his side. This allowed him to remove her panties which were now down around her ankles.
Realizing he wasn't about to erupt, she let his dick plop from her lips. "Baby, this gonna be the ride of your life..." she vowed as straddled him. "This is some good pussy..." She then stimulated her clit with the head of his cock. "Ohhh... Ray, such a big hard cock you have..." He was well endowed, but she was well broken in and prepared for his girth.
"C'mon, Miss Ali-Kat 19... let's see what the hype is all about..." He was gripping and kneading her plump ass cheeks, then the first inch of his huge cock penetrated her slit and he was slowly starting to impale her. She sighed while screwing herself down onto his wide shaft. She'd had many impressive dicks over the years, but he was just about one of the biggest.
He used his thumbs to manipulate her nipples, then he squeezed her tits as she grinded him into the mattress with enough force to make the headboard to thump against the wall.
Melissa's jaw dropped. She and Arthur had never made a headboard thump like that.
"YES!! YES!! YES!!!" Alana moaned, then she dug her fingernails into Raymond's chest and made sure he was looking her in the eyes. It was the same "come hither" look she gave him through the camera lens as she rode him for several minutes.
"OHH...YEAH...FUCK...YEAH!!!" he grunted - gritting his teeth - while having the orgasm she'd worked hard to give him. His thick shaft swelled and sprayed hot cum deep into her waiting pussy.
"OHH...GOD...YES!!! FILL ME WITH YOUR HOT CUM BABY!!!" she screamed.
She kept bouncing on his dick until she milked the last few drops of semen out of him.
Outside, Arthur pulled Melissa away from the door as she giggled like a school girl.
"It's none of our business," he asserted.
"Raymond wouldn't mind..." she explained. "He's a little bit of a showoff."
Inside, Alana was now on her knees as Raymond fucked her from behind.
"Mmm... yeah... fuck me just like that..." she begged, looking back at him and holding his hand so to meet his every thrust. He wrapped his strong arms around her toned stomach and pulled her up to kiss her again, then he let her fall back on her hands and knees so he could continue pounding her cunt and making her ass cheeks jiggle.
"Ohhh... gawd... yes... such a big thick cock!!!" she screamed out in ecstasy.
He had a firm grip on her curvy hips as their flesh smacked together loudly.
"Ohhh...yes...ohh...gawd..." she panted while on the verge of her own orgasm.
He leaned forward - putting his weight on her - and the bed was creaking big time.
"FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!!!" Her 36DDs were bouncing as she supported them both with her arm strength. "I'M CUMMING!! YES!! I'M CUMMING!!!" Just as it looked like the bed frame was about to collapse, she finally had an orgasm.
"Ohhh... fuck.... yeah... so fucking good..." she whimpered in absolute exhaustion.
He pulled out and his cock was coated with her cream.
"Alana, you are a damn pleasure to work with," he complimented.
Her juices flowed from her pussy - down the inside of her leg - and onto the sheets.
"Mmm... Ray... I'm gonna have to make you my official photographer," she teased.
"I don't think you can afford me," he replied as he gave her light smack on the ass.
"Baby, we'll work something out," she promised, then they made out some more.
Raymond exited his room a few minutes later in his jeans. He turned the music off, then hurried into the bathroom, shooting his two roomies a casual wink along the way. Neither Melissa nor Arthur had anything to say to him... What was there to say?
This was however the first time that Melissa had seen Raymond without a shirt since he moved in. He'd put on a lot of muscle mass in the past couple years, but she figured that Arthur didn't need to know this information since he was a flabby and insecure.
Alana paid Raymond his reasonable fee before she showered and departed after that.
***
Later, Melissa cooked dinner for Arthur and Raymond. The two men watched their best girl by the hot stove while Raymond had a cold beer. It was overall an awkward silence until she decided to break the ice. "So, are you two like a couple or something?" she asked.
"No, we were just having a good time," Raymond bragged. "No harm in that."
"Hmm..." Melissa seemed to disapprove. "I don't know."
"Jealous?" Raymond asked.
Arthur was wondering that as well.
"I introduced you to Cassandra because you two could be good together," she claimed.
"I'd rather meet your lesbian neighbors," Raymond kidded. "Are they hot?"
"Yes, they're very attractive, but so is Cassandra," Melissa emphasized.
Raymond looked to Arthur. "What's this Cassandra chick really like?"
"She's horrible," Arthur answered without hesitation. "The worst person I know."
"What!? Arthur! How dare you say that!?" Melissa was upset that he'd say a nasty thing about her close friend. "That was completely uncalled for." For the rest of the evening she was mad at him and forgot all about her dismay over Raymond hooking up with Alana.
Arthur realized he'd slipped up, but still felt Melissa overreacted. He went to bed early while Melissa and Raymond chatted in the living room and had a few beers. He showed her the brand new pictures of Alana which led up to their wild sex. Melissa was curious if he'd taken any pictures during the intercourse itself, but she was too bashful to ask him.
"What's on your mind?" Raymond asked.
"When was the last time you had a serious girlfriend?" she replied.
Raymond sipped his beer, hesitant to answer. "You remember Torrie Van Zandt?"
"Yeah, she was a stuck-up bitch," she snapped, remembering her disdain for Torrie.
"We dated for a year before she broke my heart," he said, suddenly quite gloomy.
"It's gonna be all right. You're a great guy." Melissa inched closer to him, trying to be comforting. "You don't need some snooty girl like Torrie in your life." She also tinkered with the falic shaped neck of her beer bottle, perhaps still thinking about sex on some unconscious level.
"I mean, I don't know what I did wrong. I did everything for her." Raymond put his feet up on the coffee table as if this was his home. "I treated her nice. I paid for every date. What more does she want from a man?" Arthur would've been mad to see Raymond forget that he is only a guest here.
"Who cares what she wants?" Melissa spoke with certainty. "She is not worth it."
"You really think so?" All of Raymond's confidence seems to have disappeared.
"Ray, you are a terrific guy. You don't need to worry about some snob who doesn't care about you." Melissa gave his bicep a playful squeeze. "You need to be with an amazing woman. A woman who'll love every single thing about you."
"Is that how it is for you and Artie?" he asked in a cunning manner.
Melissa took a big gulp before responding. "Yeah, sure, sometimes. Day by day."
"Thanks for taking me in and being such a good friend." He boldly placed his hand on her thigh. "I appreciate it." He petted her knee and thigh in way that was not uncommon for friends. Meanwhile, her hand had moved from his bicep up to his board shoulders.
"Sure, you know I'd do anything for you," she promised.
"I really love you, Melissa," he said before kissing her on the forehead.
"I love you, too." She kissed him back with their hands still caressing one another.
Melissa gave him some fresh sheets before bed and laundered his cum stained ones before she started her shift the next morning. The first time she'd ever cleaned up after sex which she wasn't a part of. Raymond was definitely making her life more exciting.
***
Raymond got to relax for most of Monday. His life was no chore at all. Arthur came home from work a little after six and they basically avoided each other. Arthur blamed Raymond for all the unpleasantness between he and Melissa from the previous night. It was almost like Raymond had set him up or something.
And there it was. That classic paranoia which Melissa dislikes immensely. Arthur needed to nip this behavior in the bud, so he planned on being a delight when his honey walked in the door.
Melissa came home after eleven. She got stuck working the late shift at the restaurant and it showed. She was clearly worn out as she dropped her purse on the coffee table and plopped down next to Raymond on the couch. Arthur was making her tea in the kitchen.
"Oh my god..." she sighed.
"Long day?" Raymond asked.
"A double shift..." she griped. "My feet are killing me..."
"How about a nice foot rub?" Raymond offered. "It'll make you feel better."
Arthur then rushed out of the kitchen. "Oh, I can do that for her," he pleaded.
Melissa had a decision to make. "Well, Raymond is actually a talented masseuse," she explained. "Sweetie, you had a long day too. I don't want to be a bother. Besides, this is how Raymond can make up for not paying rent the first few weeks."
"Okay..." Arthur slunk back into the kitchen, not wanting to appear jealous.
Melissa rested her right foot on the carpet while Raymond held her left foot up and began massaging her tender calf muscle all the way up to her knee - giving the back of her knee a little tickle - and drawing a smile from her.
"I thought this was suppose to be foot rub?" she asked dreamily.
"Trust me..." he said assuredly.
His hand occasionally went past her knee and onto her thigh, but was quick to pull back before she could object. He rubbed her ankle and removed her pump, then kneaded her foot gently as she lied back and got comfortable. "Mmm... that's nice," she sighed.
He was encouraged by her and did each toe individually.
Arthur's head poked out of the kitchen to spy what was happening.
Raymond pressed his thumb into her sole while gripping her heel.
"Ohh... I needed this so bad," she moaned as he did her calf again.
"I'm always here for you..." He picked up her right foot and repeated his technique - doing her ankle and calf first - then removing her pump and doing her sore foot. "Does that feel better?"
"Mmm...yes... such strong hands you have..." she purred. She seemed unaware that her left foot was now resting on his thigh, but Arthur could discern everything from his vantage point. He then went back into the kitchen before he drove himself crazy watching this.
She was lying all the way back on the couch, like she was falling asleep. He worked his way back to her calf and resumed tickling her behind the knee. He could tell she enjoyed this because she wriggled her hips and gave him a wily look... Her way of calling him a naughty boy.
His hands returned to her thigh, but this time he lingered. She made no complaints and neither did he because her mini-skirt had ridden up and he could see between her legs. She was wearing lovely Brazilian cut panties and he stopped in his tracks. Puzzled, she looked at him and was about to ask what the problem was because she didn't realize her underwear was on display.
"Close your eyes," he whispered.
Melissa obliged, ready to pass out after a long hard day.
He caressed her thighs ever so softly, so not to garner the wrong reaction. His hands slipped between her legs and she began breathing heavily. He became more aggressive and her body responded. She spread her legs further and her foot was starting to stroke his bulge.
"Mmm...Ray...don't stop..." she whispered in her sleep with his hands now under her skirt, but Raymond decided it was risky to go any further, so he shook her away. She snapped out of her daze and yawned. "Thanks so much... Nice to have that to look forward to after a rough day."
"No problem," he said. "Anytime."
Melissa spent only a few minutes with Arthur and drinking her tea since she needed to change. Her panties were soaked with her own juices. The massage was a blur, but she knew it was Raymond's brawny yet delicate touch which was the culprit. She didn't fault him for getting over zealous with the rub down however. After all, boys will be boys.
She continued her torrid love affair with the shower head before bed. Arthur tried to make sexual advances, but she shot him down, claiming to be too tired. He was frustrated, but she made it up to him in the morning with a nice blow job. At least she was making an effort.