The Roommate

by

I met Lisa in my fourth year of college. I’d been going through for technical theatre, lights, rigging, backstage stuff, when I realized that it wasn’t the passion I’d thought it had been when I started. Seeing the pretty grim job outlook I had decided to pivot into a business administration degree.

I first laid eyes on her in the student counsellor’s office waiting room.

She was an all-American blonde haired blue-eyed beauty with a killer body that was difficult to ignore. I’d been in a few relationships, mostly with mild-mannered mid-western girls, but none of them had worked out.

Lisa wasn’t the type of girl I’d normally approach. She had that sparkling Disney princess look that, while attractive on the surface, seemed like it wouldn’t really run very deep. I liked a girl I could talk to about something other than makeup and the weather.

But I thought I caught her stealing glances at me from the corner seat she was in. I don’t know of many guys my age that wouldn’t be at least a little bit intrigued by a girl like that checking them out. I flashed her a smile. To my surprise she got up, walked across the room and sat in the chair right next to me.

“Hey,” she said, offering a hand in greeting.

“Hey,” I replied, smiling and giving her hand a shake.

She flashed another toothy smile. “I’m sorry but are you John?” she asked.

“I am,” I replied, wondering how she knew.

“I thought so. My friend Kim told me about you. Her description was spot on.”

Kim was one of my friends from lighting class. I remembered her telling me she’d mentioned my name to someone looking for a roommate. It seemed strange that she hadn’t mentioned to me that that someone had been a woman. My male mind dropped into overdrive of course, thinking of all sorts of ways this could end. “Oh yeah. She told me about you, too. Just didn’t mention you were…”

Lisa smiled against as I paused in mid-sentence. “A girl?” she asked, her smile going a little sly.

I chuckled at the way I’d stepped right into that one. “Yeah,” I said with a sigh.

“Don’t worry,” Lisa said, touching my arm. “I won’t bite.”

I was immediately drawn in by her friendly, unassuming demeanour. In my experience women who looked as good as she did could be a little guarded around men. Rightfully so. Most guys were perverts with one thing on their mind. I chuckled again. “That’s good to hear. So you’re looking for a roommate?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Lisa replied. “My friend just dropped out and I’m the only one on the lease but the place is way more than I can afford,” she explained. “I’ve never roomed with a guy before but Kim wouldn’t stop gushing about what a sweetheart you are.”

My cheeks went a little red at the compliment. “Kim’s great,” I muttered, trying to deflect my embarrassment.

“Are you guys, like, a thing?” Lisa asked.

“What me and Kim? No. No, no. I mean not that I wouldn’t it’s just…” My face heated up again at having painted myself into another verbal corner. I took a deep breath and sighed. “Okay. Me have trouble make talk today.”

Lisa threw her head back in an uproarious laugh that made the receptionist scowl at us over her dark-rimmed glasses. “You’re adorable!” she said, covering her mouth and offering the receptionist a contrite smile by way of apology.

Her words warmed my insides. Not wasn't just that she’d called me adorable, though. It was the way she’d said it. She exuded a warmth and easy confidence that simultaneously terrified and intrigued me.

Terrified because, well, I wasn’t the greatest with women. Not, like, falling all over myself whenever I talked to one bad. Just not…suave, I guess. I hated the dating game. I hated the tension that formed when two people of the opposite sex got talking. That will-they-or-won’t-they buzz made me uneasy. It also tended to make me say stupid things.

“So?” Lisa asked, flashing another warm smile. “What do you think? Interested in at least checking the place out?”

“Uh…sure,” I said, smiling with one half of my mouth.

Lisa tilted her head lower to look at me from under her brow. “You don’t have to,” she said. “I’m not into forcing anyone to do anything they’re not comfortable with.”

“No no!” I objected, immediately realizing how apprehensive I must have sounded. “I’d love to. Sorry. I just didn’t expect to be having this conversation and I’ve got this counsellor’s meeting I was kind of stressed about…”

Lisa held up a hand. “Hey I totally get it,” she said.

The truth was I wasn’t so much distracted by my upcoming appointment as I was by Lisa’s cheerleader good looks and her larger than life, but somehow still approachable, personality. “Can I text you when I finish up here? Do you have time later today?” I asked.

“Absolutely!” Lisa said, pulling her phone out of the back pocket of her jeans. “What’s your number?”

I gave her my number and she tapped it into her phone. A moment later mine dinged. I pulled it out of my bag and saw a friendly “Hey it’s Lisa!” followed by a winking emoji.

“John Heatherington?” a woman’s voice said.

I turned to see the counsellor standing at the door of her office and staring out into the waiting room. “I’ll shoot you a text as soon as I’m done, okay?” I said to Lisa.

“Awesome!” she said, looking like I’d just made her day.

Our brief encounter stayed with me throughout my meeting. So much so that I could barely concentrate on what the counsellor was saying. I managed to get through it, though. As soon as I emerged from the building I snatched my phone out of my bag and tapped out a message to Lisa.

All done. You still want to meet up?

As the seconds ticked by after I hit SEND, an old, familiar friend paid me a visit. One I hadn’t met up with in a long time. He crawled out of a dark corner of my mind, cackling at me as he casually tossed out reasons for why Lisa hadn’t yet replied.

Maybe she changed her mind?

Maybe she realized what a dork you were and decided she needed a man sleeping in the room next to her and not a boy?

Or maybe she just forgot about you because, hey, you’re eminently forgettable. Remember?

I had some confidence issues. Always had. It was partly what had gotten in the way of me dating. Whenever I met a woman I liked I would get a little tongue-tied, start looking the other way a lot and not ask any of the questions I knew women liked to hear.

The pleasant ping my phone made at receiving a message brought a flood of relief. It also sent my evil twin back into the dark corners, grumbling at having been foiled in his attempt to shame me about my failures.

I swiped the phone open and tapped the envelope icon to open the message.

20 Hill St. Just past the parkette. Come any time I’m home all afternoon. I’m so excited this might happen! Can’t wait to see you.

Followed by another winking emoji.

Can’t wait.

Those two words twisted around my throat, spun lower, constricting my chest, then finally burrowed down between my legs and filled that space with heat.

I kind of hated this about myself as well. Maybe I was just a dumb guy who didn’t know any better. But I felt like I could never ever get a read on what women were implying. I know, I know. Me and every other guy on the planet.

But Lisa was being so friendly I couldn’t keep my mind from tilting toward the possibility that this might end as something other than us just being roommates. It’s not like I wanted to make everything about sex. I was twenty-two. That just sort of happened on it’s own.

I broke into a light jog and made my way across campus, toward Hill street and the parkette I knew very well. Number twenty was, in fact, just past there.

It was a stately two-storey brownstone and seemed a little extravagant for a couple of college kids. I wondered what the rent on the place might be. I rang the buzzer and waited for the door to open.

When it did, Lisa was standing on the other side, her brilliant smile lighting up the entrance. “I’m so glad you’re here!” she said. Stepping out, she put an arm around my neck and pressed her cheek against mine in greeting.

My face immediately heated up.

Lisa noticed as soon as she pulled away from the friendly embrace. She put a hand over her mouth and her eyes went wide. “Oh my gosh I’m so sorry!” she said, seeming genuinely apologetic. “I am always doing that to guys. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable,” she said, shaking her head.

I forced a smile, trying to play it cool. I felt about as cool as a blast furnace, though. Yeesh. I started having second thoughts as soon as I stepped inside. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Lisa. She was gorgeous and I couldn’t help thinking that living with a girl that good-looking was only going to end in me falling for her and my heart breaking when I found out she wasn’t into me.

One half of my mind, the animal part, was grunting “stay,” while the pursed-lipped voice of reason was looking down it’s nose at me and saying “run. As fast as you can. Away from here. This will only end in pain. Now GTFO.”

I probably don’t need to say which one I listened to. It was the first one. Lisa was just too damn hot and cheerful and I was just too weak to resist the visions my imagination was conjuring up about what might be if I stayed.

Lisa spun around and raised her arms, palms up.

My eyes fell to her chest for a second before bouncing back up to meet hers. I wondered if she’d caught me checking her out.

“So this is it!” she said. “The living room is through here,” she said, leading the way into a pretty spacious living area. There were two couches in one corner of the room, a big screen high-definition TV across from them and a small coffee table in between.

“There’s not much of a dining room. Well, there is but it’s tiny. I mostly just use it for storage. I don’t throw a lot of dinner parties,” she said with a giggle. She walked back through the house and I followed. “This is the kitchen.”

The kitchen was impressive. Marble counter tops, mahogany cabinets and a big island in the center with a smaller table off to the side by the entrance to the backyard.

“Let me show you the bedrooms upstairs,” Lisa said.

The head that was currently doing my thinking for me, throbbed.

“I’m in the master right now but I totally wouldn’t mind if you wanted to switch it up,” Lisa said as we stepped into the large bedroom occupied by a queen size bed. There was a walk-in closet on one wall and an en suite off the other. “There’s another bathroom in the hall and I’d be happy to use that, too, if you wanted this room.”

I was having a heck of a time trying to keep myself calm. The room smelled like strawberries in the summer with just a hint of woman underneath. It was intoxicating. I smiled and nodded as Lisa brushed past me to get out the door.

“I’m totally doing it again aren’t I?” she said.

“What?”

“I really don’t mean to pressure you. I’m so bad when it comes to that. It’s just, you know how hard it is to find a good roommate, right? If you’re not into this then it’s really not a problem.”

I had a problem but it was the exact opposite of what she’d said. I was totally and completely into this. I was falling farther and farther into it with each passing second. Tires were squealing in my mind thinking up all kinds of nasty situations a couple of roommates like us might find ourselves in.

Get a hold of yourself.

I did my best. I followed Lisa into the other bedroom. It was a little smaller but not by much. The two rooms shared a wall. This one had a double bed in the corner and a little desk across from it. The closet was smaller but it was still a very pleasant space. “This…looks really great.”

“Oh I’m so happy to hear you think so!” Lisa said, clapping her hands together and springing up onto her toes. Her breasts bounced slightly as she did.

“But I have to ask,” I continued. “How much are you asking for this? I’m on a pretty tight budget and this looks a little above what I’d be able to afford, to be perfectly honest with you.”

“Eight hundred a month,” Lisa replied.

My eyes shot open. “Eight hundred? For this place?” I’d seen holes in the wall that were going for four or five hundred bucks a month more.

Lisa’s eyes narrowed and she pressed a finger to her lips. “A friend of my dad’s owns it. He cut me a deal because…you know. Reasons.” There was a sudden glint in her eye.

The thought came tumbling out of the dark abyss of my brain before I could catch it. Reasons? What kind of reasons? Did Lisa top up her rent with something other than cash every once in a while?

I felt like punching myself. Of course that’s the first place my mind would go. What the fuck was wrong with me? “That’s an amazing deal,” I said.

Lisa nodded. “I’m really lucky,” she said, nodding.

I stood looking around the bedroom some more. The silence grew a little awkward between us.

“So listen, why don’t I give you some time to think about it? I’m not in a hurry. I really want to find the right person so take your time, okay?”

I knew what I should be saying. Yes. I will take my time. I will walk out of this house, cool off and make a rational decision. Because I am an adult now and I won’t let my…

“I’ll take it.”

I made a note to slap my palm against my forehead later.

Lisa’s eyes lit up. She bounced up and down, forcing me to look nearly at the ceiling to keep from gawking at her rack. “Oh my god that’s amazing!” she squealed. She was almost shaking trying to contain her excitement.

It finally bubbled over. When it did, she threw her arms around my neck and squeezed me against her body so hard I had to tilt my pelvis back so she wouldn’t feel a bulge press into her thigh. It made my cheeks start to burn again.

As she pulled away, Lisa put a hand on the top of her head and shook it. “I am totally going to blow this, aren’t I? I’m really sorry, John. I swear I will not assault you with hugs any more! What is wrong with me?” She burst into giggles as she skipped down the stairs.

I, of course, watched the pleasant orbs of her rear swaying as she went before joining her on the first floor.

She was in the kitchen with the paperwork all ready to go, bent over the table studying it. She looked up at me as I walked in, her expression suddenly serious. “I’m really sorry about that,” she said, shaking her head and very contrite. “I totally get carried away when I’m excited. I know it’s so not cool to just hug whoever I feel like,” she said, her eyes falling to the floor. “Sometimes I just can’t help myself.” She looked up at me like a scolded kitten, biting one corner of her lower lip.

I smiled as I picked up the pen lying next to the papers. This was a terrible idea. I could see it already. It was coming at me like a freight train, horn blasting, warning me to get out of the way. I could already see how it was going to end.

The small crush that I’d already developed for Lisa would balloon into a needy yearning. I’d spend the rest of year walking around love-sick and sullen because Lisa would never get with a guy like me. She’d bring home some quarterback one night and it would crush me. I’d probably end up scarred for life.

But I just kept on smiling as I pressed the tip of the pen to the paper and signed the contract. I sort of felt like I was signing away my own happiness for the rest of the year. For what?

For the absolutely minuscule shred of a chance that Lisa’s seemingly boundless enthusiasm for random hugs would one day mutate into a desire for a little more. And a little more. And a little more. Until we were just a permanently connected tangle of limbs that never stopped having sex.

Sometimes being a man is hard.

“Oh John this is so cool that you’re doing this,” she said, clapping her hands together again as she watched me sign. “I am totally not a partier and I barely ever have anyone over. You’ll have the place to yourself during the day because I’ll be in classes. Oh my god I can totally tell we’re going to be amazing roommates! Friday night binge watching and popcorn?” she asked, one eye raised.

My heart sank. Because already the dream was falling apart before my eyes. I’d just signed myself into a year of misery, I was sure of it.

Lisa in no way saw me the way I saw her. That much was clear. Friday night binge watching and popcorn is not the same as saying Netflix and chill. It’s the exact opposite.

Here I’d been fantasizing about ending up in Lisa’s bed and literally moments after the contract signed I was squarely and firmly put in the only place I should have expected.

The Friend Zone.

That hellish place from which no man ever emerges once he’s been ushered through the door.

I’d completely misread Lisa’s exuberance. It had nothing to do with the fact that her feelings about me might reflect mine about her. She was just really happy to find a guy she didn’t have to worry about. A metaphorical eunuch who wouldn’t be pestering her with trying to get between her legs day in and day out.

The sound of my heart cracking was followed by a faint but vicious cackling. My old friend again. Told you so, the bastard said before returning to the black crack in which he lived.

“John? Are you okay? You look kind of pale?” Lisa asked.

I feigned a smile. “Uh, I’m fine,” I said, giving my head a shake. “Friday night binges and popcorn sound great.”

“Awesome,” Lisa replied, her good cheer returning. “What should we do to celebrate?”

Oh Lisa. Oh all women everywhere. If you only there was only one answer to that question in a young man’s mind. Or, if you already know, if only you could believe it was true. It was then and it still is. What should we do to celebrate?

How about we practice making more of ourselves?

“Uh, what did you have in mind?”

Lisa shrugged. “I don’t know. Do you like drinking beer?”

Great. Just great. Yeah she’s super hot and all but she’s really into just hanging out and drinking beer so I don’t think it’s going to work out. Said no guy ever.

Fuck.

I couldn’t suppress the chuckle that burbled out of me. “Uh, yeah. I kind of do.”

Lisa clapped her hands together gleefully and jumped up and down. She spun around and bolted to the fridge, returning with two bottles of cold beer. She set one down on the counter, pressed the cap of the other against the underside of her arm and twisted. The cap popped off like it hadn’t been put on properly. She did the same with the other. “You like that?” Lisa asked, handing me a bottle. “Little trick I learned at a frat party.” She giggled and took a swig.

I took a sip of my beverage. It was all a little surreal. But my crisis was starting to wane. I could be overly dramatic sometimes. This wasn’t going to be that bad. I’d get used to seeing Lisa as just a friend, a roommate. The place was amazing and close to campus and way cheaper than I’d expected. This was all going to work out just fine. I wanted to laugh at myself for how crazy I’d been just a few minutes before.

“So? You going to tell me something about yourself or what?” Lisa asked.

“Uh…yeah. Sure. I was doing technical theatre but I don’t feel like being out of work six months out of the year so I’m switching to business admin,” I said. Because that was certainly the most interesting thing about me.

“Oh okay,” Lisa replied. She took another swig of her beer, eyeing me as she did.

Another awkward silence formed between us.

Ask her a question about herself asshole.

“Uh…what about you? What’s your major?”

Lisa smiled. She set her beer bottle down on the island. “Yeah. Honestly? I’m not even sure. I’m just kind of…putting in my time, you know?” She giggled.

I raised an eyebrow. “Putting in your time?” I asked.

Lisa shrugged. “I’m not really academic. My dad really wanted me to go to college so…ta-da! Here I am!” She laughed at herself.

I couldn’t help but laugh a little with her. “Sorry I’m not laughing at you. That’s just…I’m kind of busting my ass to be here. Hearing that someone’s just doing time like they’re in a prison is…wow. There’s a whole different world out there.”

Lisa, to my horror, looked a little hurt by this. “Oh I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it. I’m sorry if that made you…”

I put up a hand, stopping her in mid-sentence. “That totally didn’t come out the way I wanted it to,” I said. “What I meant was I can’t imagine what it must be like to have that kind of freedom. I’ve got a job I work after classes are over just so I can pay the rent.”

Lisa frowned. “Shit. Sorry I’m kind of being a spoiled rich bitch, huh?”

I laughed at that. “Don’t worry about it,” I said.

To this, Lisa tilted her head to one side and furrowed her brow but in a friendly way. Without her eyes leaving mine she picked up her bottle, finished what was left in it, then set it back down on the island. She drew in a deep breath. Her mouth opened like she was going to share something very private and intimate.

A loud belch bellowed out of her parted lips.

My jaw fell, mostly in astonishment that a woman so beautiful and slim could make such a raunchy noise.

Lisa raised an eyebrow. “Well? What do you think?” she asked.

I shook my head, my mouth still hanging open. “I think…I think…I think you’re amazing,” I whispered.

Lisa burst out into another uproarious laugh. She threw her head back and her body shook.

This time I couldn’t keep my eyes from wandering down her hourglass frame. Desire wrapped it’s fist around my heart. I could have taken her right there and then.

Lisa dried the tears of laughter from her eyes. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she said, then winked.

That wink nearly made me grunt with need. Our eyes met.

Lisa’s expression softened. She took a step closer. So close I began to think she was going to try and kiss me.

Keep it fucking together, Heatherington.

“No seriously. I think you’re really awesome. I think this is going to work out great,” she said, her voice low.

We stood there staring at each other, sweat beading under my collar from what I perceived as some sort of sexual tension that was probably anything but. My heart skipped a beat when Lisa’s lips parted slightly.

“So yeah, I’m going to go meet a friend for coffee. Any idea when you might be able to move in?”

“Um, I hadn’t really thought about it yet. I was staying at a buddy’s place while I looked for an apartment so I guess it could be any time. Unless…do you need a few weeks, or…” I trailed off.

“Oh no!” She blushed, touched her chin to her chest and her fingers to her forehead. “This is kind of embarrassing.”

Oh? That sounded promising.

“Okay can you keep a secret?” she whispered.

Thud.

Any more of this and I felt like I was going to have a cardiac event. “Sure,” I muttered, then followed it up with “of course I can,” to not sound so damn pathetic.

Lisa leaned in until her lips were right next to my ear. Her warm breath sent a shiver racing down my spine. “I’m…kind of scared of the dark.” She pulled back, buried her face in her hands and started to giggle again.

“Oh…okay,” I said.

“So, like, the sooner the better, you know? No pressure!” she said, laughing.

“Uh, no. No pressure. I mean, did you want…cause I could just, like, stay tonight or whatever. If that would help?”

Lisa’s brow arched like she had just been shown a picture of the cutest puppy on the internet wagging his ears. “Are you serious? Oh my gosh John that is so sweet.” Forgetting herself again, she wrapped her arms around me in another powerful hug. “I can’t believe they make guys like you,” she whispered. “Oh shit. There I go again,” she said, pulling away. She stuck out her index finger and wagged it up and down. “Bad roommate. Bad roomie. No more hugs. I promise.” She grabbed her keys off the table and worked one off the key ring. “Here. Make yourself at home. As of right now we are officially roommates.”

I let her press the key into my palm. Was it my imagination or did her hand linger longer in it than was necessary? My heart was thumping so hard I could feel it in the vein in my forehead.

“Okay. I’m going to go now,” she said, walking out toward the hall. She spun around and shot me what I thought was the lustiest glare I’d ever been fixed with. “Whatever’s cool. But, and I’m just saying, if you were here when I got back that would be amazing.”

My nostrils flared as I tried to take in enough air to keep myself from fainting. “Yeah. Sure. Whatever’s cool,” I said, shrugging to show her how totally cool I was about the whole thing. Like, whatever.

The smile that stretched across her lips stoked the fire in my loins. “See you later then, roomie,” she said. Then she spun around and a moment later she was gone.

I let out a long sigh.

Great. Wonderful. Amazing.

How the hell was I going to make it through a whole year of this?

The rest of the day would have passed more quickly if I hadn’t been completely obsessed with replaying each and every exchange I’d had with Lisa that day. I had a tone of errands I needed to run. Paying for tuition, buying books and double checking my schedule. I forced myself to finish all of them the whole time unable to tear my mind away from the memory of Lisa, her mind-bendingly beautiful body and her oversized personality.

The more I spun the wheels of my memory the deeper I dug my mind into the mire of wondering whether anything but friendship would ever blossom between Lisa and I. I drove myself a little crazy.

At the end of the day I thought briefly of going back to my buddy Derek’s house for the night. It would give me time to clear my head and set myself straight. I would give myself a good talking to and hopefully cure myself of the lust for Lisa I’d developed.

That all came crashing down around my ears when I got a text from Lisa.

Hey just wondering if you’re still thinking of coming over?

I texted her back immediately.

Totally. Just need to wrap a few things up.

Her reply came a minute later.

Awesome. Smiley face.

I booked it across campus, hoping some vigorous exercise would clear my head. Once I was within sight of Lisa’s, er, our place, I slowed down to cool off a bit. As I reached the parkette, the front door of the townhouse swung open. I’m not sure why I stopped walking. Something felt…off.

The wind left my lungs as I saw a man’s frame fill the door. Square jaw. Broad shoulders. Thick muscled arms. The guy was built like a tank. When Lisa appeared smiling behind him wearing a loose white t-shirt and sweat pants my stomach clenched.

She put a hand on his shoulder and turned him around. The way she smiled at him made me sick. Not the way a woman smiles at a friend. When she leaned forward, tilted her head and kissed him on the lips, I started to see dark circles in front of my eyes.

I sucked in a lungful of air as I watched him walk across the street, Lisa following him with her eyes as he went, and step into a black Mercedes. He folded himself into it, closed the door, started the engine and a moment after that peeled away from the curb with a squeal of the tires.

My eyes drifted back to where Lisa had been standing. The door was closed. She was gone, disappeared back inside the house.

It’s hard to describe how earth-shaking that moment was for me. I couldn’t be sure but I was pretty certain I’d just seen Lisa’s lover leave the apartment.

The cackling began inside my head.

Of course she’s got a boyfriend.

What did you think a girl like that was going to be single?

All of the tension I’d felt between us, all of my hope that maybe something would happen, that we’d, I don’t know, become a thing, or whatever, had been an illusion. A construct. Something my testosterone-addled mind had conjured up but that, in reality, had never existed.

I thought of turning back. I’d already texted Derek I wouldn’t be back that evening but he wouldn’t have minded if I’d shown up. And suddenly I felt an even more pressing need to separate myself from the fantasy I’d concocted.

I’m still not certain what made me walk across that parkette and up the steps. My stomach felt like a hold had been drilled into it. My heart was racing again. What was I doing? Going back into that place felt like I was walking into the jaws of defeat. Why would I do that?

But something about what I’d just seen was drawing me in. It was terrible and tremendous all at once. All I could think about was whether Lisa had just had that guy over for a quickie before I got home. Because that’s exactly what that had looked like.

Had she just dressed in her sweats to see him to the door after he’d fucked her?

The thought stabbed through my gut like a blade. It burned but in a wicked way. A way that made me want to pull it out and stab myself with it again. Standing at the top of the stairs I did just that. I let my imagination run away.

Had they just been upstairs in that big bedroom together? Lisa on her back with her legs open, lips curled in a greedy snarl as she took him inside of herself?

Just thinking about it was making me dizzy. But I dove right back in and it felt like diving into a pool of jealousy.

Jealousy? At what? We were roomies. Newly-minted friends. I had no claim over her except my own imaginings that maybe somehow, someday in the distant future she would haul me up out of the friend-zone to which I’d been relegated and take me for a spin.

Which threw into stark contrast the differences between the guy I’d watched walked out that door and myself.

Broad-chested bodybuilder versus dorky long-distance runner.

The pain of that nearly broke me. By his size it seemed that Lisa liked big men. Big, burly men who got on with getting the job done. The job of pounding Lisa into a mattress with their cock buried inside her tight sex.

I grabbed myself by the hair and gave it a yank.

What the hell was wrong with me? I was being totally crazy. After a few deep breaths I slipped the key into the lock and twisted the deadbolt open. The door swung in and I stepped inside.

The house was silent save for the sound of water running upstairs.

Lisa was showering.

My mind immediately dropped into the gutter of depravity again. Was she standing in the shower letting him drip out of her? Was she cleaning what he’d left inside her, out?

It was disgusting but I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Sweet, bubbly, smoking-hot Lisa douching her used puss after letting that jock power fuck her made my cock stir awake.

Hearing the water turn off upstairs ripped me out of the snake’s nest of nasty thoughts I’d been indulging. I set down my backpack and made my way into the kitchen.

It was kind of weird being there. I hadn’t moved in yet so it didn’t feel like home. In fact, it felt like I was in a stranger’s house. A stranger who I happened to have developed a huge crush on in the span of the last twelve hours or so. A stranger who’d just seen her lover off at the door and gone to wash his scent off herself.

It twisted through me in an agonizingly delicious way.

When Lisa emerged from the bathroom and started making her way down the stairs, I made some noise with one of the chairs at the kitchen island so I didn’t scare the crap out of her on her way down.

“Hello?” I heard her say timidly from the hallway.

“Hey Lisa? It’s me, John.”

“Oh John!” she said. Her footsteps got faster and a few moments later she was standing in the kitchen in bare feet wearing nothing but a plush white bathrobe. “I’m so glad you could come tonight!” she said, beaming.

“No problem,” I replied, doing my best to feign ignorance of what I’d just seen. It was none of my business who she was sleeping with, after all. “Did you have a good time with your friend?” I asked.

She shrugged. “It was alright,” she said. She sauntered over to the other stool by the island and sat down.

I stole a glance at her feet. Her toenails were painted bright red. I’d always had a thing for feet and had a hard time tearing my gaze away. When I looked up I found Lisa staring at me, wearing a sly smile.

“You like feet?” she asked and wiggled her toes.

Once again my face flushed at the question. I was beginning to think this was what the whole next year held in store for me. Embarrassment after embarrassment as I tried to control myself around Lisa. The last thing I wanted to be was the creepy roommate who was always waiting for her outside the bathroom hoping to catch a glimpse of her tits. “I’m really sorry,” I muttered. I shook my head and pressed a hand against my forehead.

Lisa laughed in that easy way she had. “I’m just messing with you,” she said.

“No Lisa, really. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“John,” she said, leaning forward and causing the front of her robe to open slightly.

Yup, couldn’t help myself there, either. Before I knew it I was gawking at her cleavage.

Lisa glanced down at her chest, then looked up at me again.

My heart leapt into my throat as our eyes met. She held my gaze for an achingly long stretch of time before slowly reaching up and pulling her robe closed over her breasts.

“Okay you know what? Maybe this was a bad idea,” I said and started to get up out of my seat.

Lisa slipped off her stool and was around the table before I could put my other foot on the floor. She stopped just inches in front of me and stared into my eyes. “John,” she said, putting a hand on my shoulder. “It’s okay. You’re a guy. I’m a girl. I get it. I know what guys are like. But honestly you are the sweetest guy I’ve ever met and I don’t think there’s anything you could do to make me feel uncomfortable.”

I didn’t think it would be wise to explain to her that was not the case. Her hand on my shoulder was making me burn up inside and my cock, which had already become confusingly hard from the situation I’d stumbled onto, was now totally rigid. I prayed she didn’t glance down into my lap and see the bulge there.

Lisa looked into my eyes and smiled. “Besides,” she said, “it’s kind of flattering having you check me out.”

What?!?

God how I wanted to lean forward and kiss her right then. I was falling for her so hard and all I could see ahead of me was a world of trouble and hurt. “I’m…thanks for saying that. I don’t mean to be creepy.”

“You couldn’t be if you tried,” Lisa replied. “Do you…do you feel like, I don’t know, hanging out tonight or something?”

Ugh. Of course I did. That was all I wanted. Just not in the same way Lisa did. I wanted to be all over her, covering her with kisses and burying myself inside her in her big bed upstairs. “Sure,” I answered, my voice a little froggy from the tightness in my throat.

“Netflix on the couch?” she asked, arching her brow.

I smiled and this time it was genuine. “That sounds like the perfect way to end the day,” I replied. My heart skipped a beat again as Lisa took my hand and led me to the living room.

She plopped down on the couch and as I sat down next to her, she put her feet up on the coffee table and stretched her toes. She didn’t look over to see if I was checking them out or not, just flipped on the TV and started to scroll through shows we could watch.

She eventually settled on something but I had no idea what it was. I spent the evening with my eyes glued to her feet, not even pretending to be watching TV. When we went to bed around eleven I was so hard I thought my cock was going to pop off.

I moved my stuff in three days later. By that time we’d settled into a routine. I spent most of the day in classes and when I got home Lisa always had a beer waiting for me and a spot on the couch. I also found out she spent a lot of time walking around the house in bare feet.

This wouldn’t have been a good thing except that Lisa did not seem to mind at all that I spent the evenings staring at her toes and not the TV. It was almost as if she enjoyed the attention. She was just as bubbly and friendly as she’d been the day we met.

My other terrible realization was that Lisa’s preferred lounging clothes were extremely tight yoga pants, equally tight white t-shirts and…no bra.

Her fit figure caused a tension to form inside me whenever we were home together. On the one hand I wanted desperately to get with her. On the other, there was something oddly arousing about being so close to someone you want that bad but can’t have.

The second night after we went to bed I stroked one out but the release wasn’t nearly as satisfying as I’d hoped. The next few nights I left myself alone. Each of the following days I found I had more energy than ever. I started running longer and harder. I had more focus in class and doing homework. Even talking to people, women in particular, got easier. Mostly because I just didn’t care what they thought of me. I had my little secret, my unrequited affection for Lisa which was an amazing distraction from caring about how other people saw me.

This went on for two weeks. Long days in class followed by pleasantly uncomfortable evenings on the couch ogling Lisa as she watched TV. The memory of her tryst that first night I’d been there faded and I started entertaining thoughts of us maybe hooking up someday. Everything was right with the world.

And then it happened again. Except this time it was when I was at home.

We were sitting on the couch on a Wednesday night and Lisa’s phone pinged. She lazily scooped it up off the couch pillows and thumbed through her messages.

I felt her stiffen next to me. “Everything alright?” I asked. A few weeks ago that question would have felt far too intrusive. But we’d talked a lot over that time and gotten to know each other. I could safely consider myself her friend at that point, someone who cared about her well-being.

“Oh everything’s fine,” she replied.

But I saw her steal a glance at me out of the corner of her eye. I turned my head and shot her a funny look. “What does that mean?” I asked.

Lisa rolled her eyes, let out a breath and tilted her head to one side. “Would you…would it be weird if I had someone over?”

The emotion I’d first felt when I saw that guy leaving the house surged up from my feet and made the room spin. It was silly. Lisa and I were roommates and friends. Of course I shouldn’t have a problem with it. We were adults and she could do what she wanted.

But somehow over the course of all that time I’d started to think of, at least a part of her, as mine. Not like I owned her or anything just like I said, looking out for her well-being.

It bothered me somewhat that she was going to have some guy over for a late night booty call. In a big brother sort of way. What was really troubling was that I was getting both a little angry-jealous and more than a little excited about it.

It was dirty, it was dark and it was dangerous. A perfect recipe for disaster.

“What, you mean like a guy?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

Lisa laughed. “Um, yeah. Like, a guy.”

Don’t be weird. Don’t be weird. Don’t be wierd.

“Yeah whatever. That’s totally cool. Why would I mind?” I said, shrugging the whole thing off like my heart wasn’t about to jump out of my rib cage. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Lisa staring at me with a funny look in her eyes.

“Okay. Cool,” she said, and started tapping out a reply. When she was finished she set the phone down on the table and put her feet back up.

My eyes darted between the screen and her toes. My mind was doing nasty things. Flipping Lisa onto her back and spreading her legs, imagining what her pussy looked like. Was it shaved? Waxed? Bushy? What would it be like watching another man put his tool into it?

Oh for the love of…stahp!

The whole time my heart kept beating faster and faster until I had to excuse myself and go to the bathroom to try and calm down. The doorbell rang while I was in there. I stared at my reflection. My face was red and looked a little puffy with excitement. My cock had tented the jeans I was wearing.

I was a hot mess.

I splashed some water on my face, wiped it off with the hand towel and took a few deep, calming breaths before stepping out into the hall. The color left my cheeks as I locked eyes with the guy himself. Mr. Mercedes, thick-trunked bodybuilder wearing a black leather jacket and shades, despite it being nine o’clock at night.

He scowled when he saw me.

Lisa spun around and smiled. “John this is Jordan. Jordan, John.”

I wiped my hand on my pants and stepped forward, offering to shake his.

He glanced down on it with a look of distaste but finally grabbed it and pumped it up and down a few times, sparing all of us the embarrassment of leaving me hanging. “Hey,” he grunted. “Wassup?”

“Uh, not much. Just chilling.” I looked at Lisa to see her still smiling. But it wasn’t the usual grin she wore. There was something a little…twisted about it? Was that it? Not menacing but playful, I guess. Like she was up to some light fuckery. “I guess I’ll probably call it an early night. You guys can have the TV,” I said.

Jordan glanced at me, then at Lisa. He leaned toward her and whispered something in her ear.

She giggled. “Um, actually, would you mind hanging down here for a bit?” she asked softly.

My dirty mind tacked a coda onto the end of her question. So we can go upstairs and fuck in peace? I shuddered. “Oh. No. Totally. That’s fine. I’ll just…I’ll just watch some more…” I didn’t have a chance to finish because they were already on their way upstairs, Lisa holding his hand the way she held mine that first night when she led me to the living room, and practically dragging him up the stairs. The sound of her bedroom door slamming shut made me jump.

My palms were sweaty. This was real. This was really happening. Lisa was probably at that exact moment stripping her clothes off and falling to her knees to suck Jordan’s hose to life. I found my excitement at that terrifying.

Go sit on the couch and watch TV.

The voice of reason.

Or you could sneak up there and listen to them banging like the little pervert you are.

The cackling demon.

I tried to walk back into the living room. I really did. It really felt like I was no longer in control of myself, though. When my feet moved toward the stairs it didn’t feel like me willing them to do it. As I climbed up toward the landing I knew what I was doing was wrong but I couldn’t stop myself.

When I reached the top step I held my breath and listened. Their voices were muffled through the door but not enough to be unintelligible.

“Suck it baby I gotta’ be somewhere in an hour.”

A painful jolt of jealousy racked down my back. It didn’t go all the way to my toes, though. It settled between my legs, my cock jumping at the sensation.

“Fuck yeah you and your fucken’ velvet mouth,” Jordan growled.

I could just make out the slick sound of wet lips gliding along hard flesh. I moved away from the stairs as the whole house began to spin around me.

“Fuck yeah,” Jordan growled again. “Alright on all fours I’m gonna’ put it in.”

My imagination ran wild as I heard Lisa scrambling up, her mattress squeaking as she arranged herself on it for Jordan’s viewing and penetrating pleasure. My cock actually hurt from how hard I was. I thought of touching myself but immediately dismissed the idea because it was just too far over the line.

Lisa gasped and Jordan grunted behind the door. I imagined his tool, slick with her spit, splitting the fleshy, pink lips of her cunt and burrowing into her tight depths. The vision sent a burst of arousal through my gut and into my loins. As my cock jumped in my jeans I felt the first trickle of precum oozing out of it.

It was all very confusing but I was far too immersed in what I was hearing to be able to sort out what was making me so excited. All I could do was stand there and listen. A part of me wished that it was me in that room, sure. But a far bigger part of me thought it was way hotter that it was another guy, now pounding into Lisa’s puss by the sounds the bed was making.

As the grunting and pounding got louder I found myself leaning forward to try and hear it better. Now I could make out Lisa’s soft whimpers as Jordan fucked his cock into her tight snatch.

He groaned. “Oh fuck I’m gonna’ nut. Fuck!”

I stopped breathing.

There was a momentary pause before I heard the sounds of Lisa scrambling off the bed, possibly down onto her knees to accept his emission into her mouth.

Jordan let out a long, pained groan followed by a few short grunts. Then there was silence for a few seconds. “Shit,” he muttered.

I could have sworn I heard Lisa gulp which inspired a vision of her swallowing down a mouthful of his cum. “What’s wrong?” she whispered.

“I think I went off in your pussy,” Jordan said to the sound of him doing up his belt buckle. “Sorry,” he muttered.

There was a pause before Lisa replied. “Should be alright.” Footsteps toward the door.

Which made me realize I was standing right outside it still listening to what was going on. Grabbing the railing with one hand and the wall with the other I surfed down the stairs as silently as I could and landed softly on the first floor. As the bedroom door opened upstairs I darted to the couch and flopped down onto it.

The stairs groaned under Jordan’s weight as he walked downstairs. Lisa followed him down, dressed in the same grey yoga pants and white t-shirt she’d gone up wearing.

Jordan jerked his head in my direction by way of saying goodbye.

“Nice to meet you!” I called out, waving but he’d already disappeared.

Lisa closed the door behind him. She took a deep breath, scratched the back of her neck, then turned and walked into the living room and toward the couch.

My heart was thundering inside my chest. I couldn’t believe what I’d just done. What a creepy way to intrude on someone’s privacy! If it had been a guy I wouldn’t think twice about it but this was Lisa.

I had a hard time keeping my eyes on the TV screen.

Lisa had a post-coital glow about her, her cheeks and neck were a little red but other than that she seemed unperturbed by the casual fuck she’d just had. She smiled when she sat down.

I couldn’t bring myself to look at her. I kept my hands in my lap hoping she didn’t notice my cock twitching beneath them.

Lisa put her feet up on the feet up on the coffee table and stretched her toes.

The whole next day I couldn’t keep my mind on anything but what had happened the night before. Every time I tore my mind away from the memory of listening to Lisa getting fucked it would wander back, laughing at me and how obsessed I’d become with what I’d heard. It made it impossible to concentrate on anything else.

When classes were finally over I headed home across the campus hoping Lisa wasn’t at home. I needed some time to myself to sort through things. It was a relief to find the house empty. I made myself a sandwich, then took it upstairs along with my computer bag. I sat down at my desk and pulled out my laptop to get some homework done before Lisa got home.

That, too, proved impossible. As I sat there poring over examples of financial reports for my accounting class, my mind was being tugged toward a baser need. My cock was half-hard, a problem I’d been struggling with all day, and the only thought I could keep in my head for longer than a few seconds was about what had transpired the night before.

After a futile half hour of trying to get some work done I got up and started pacing back and forth along the hallway upstairs. My imagination got the better of me as I paused at the half-open door to Lisa’s bedroom. The sweet strawberry scent of her natural fragrance drifted out from inside, taunting me to betray her privacy and step inside.

At first I fought the instinct. It was a boundary I knew I shouldn’t cross. This was Lisa’s room. It was personal. Stepping in and poking through her private belongings was an off-side.

But the smell of her combined with the lascivious visions I was having imagining her on her knees sucking and fucking Jordan from the night before tore my resolve, and sense of decency, to shreds.

I put a hand on the door and eased it open. Poking my head into the room I closed my eyes and drew in a deep breath. It smelled like Lisa alright. But beneath the sweet smell a darker, danker note lingered. The scent of a woman’s arousal. The smell of sex.

It lured me in, coaxing me through the door and toward the large dresser across from the bed with the circular mirror sitting on top. My breath caught in my throat as I rounded the corner of the bed.

There, on the floor, lay Lisa’s yoga pants in a crumpled heap, along with her ratty white lounging t-shirt. Inside the tights, however, were a pair of hot pink underwear.

No. You can’t. Don’t be a pervert.

I stood staring at them, my palms sweating, knowing I should get the hell out of there and never come back. But the male mind knows no decency or reason if there’s sex involved. I can’t even remember what mental gymnastics I performed to justify bending down and picking up the pile of used clothes. I do remember thinking I was going to regret what I was doing later. My own arousal shrouded the thought and whisked it away.

I did the unthinkable. Leaning forward I swiped the yoga pants up off the floor. I lifted them up until they were just inches from my face. My nostrils flared as I breathed in the far more concentrated scent of Lisa’s sex.

My jaw fell as my eyes focused on a yellowish-white stain caked onto the fabric of the panties. My heart missed a beat. It was cum. Jordan’s cum. Which meant it had been leaking out of her as she sat next to me on the couch the previous night.

My rock-hard erection strained against my pants. I tried telling myself to drop the clothes and get out of there. I was being a creepy pervert of a roommate. A bad friend.

But that smell was a fucking siren song. My hands shook as I raised the ball of clothes to my nose and drew in a deep breath. My other hand fell to my belt and yanked it open. Reaching into my underwear, I grabbed my stiff cock, jerked it out and started to rub.

As I closed my eyes and leaned into the pleasure coursing from in between my legs, I mashed Lisa’s yoga pants and panties against my nose and drew in a deep breath. The smell of vaginal mucus and urine and dried semen worked like a potent aphrodisiac plunging a hot bolt of lust between my legs.

My cock hardened in my hand. I slowed my stroking, stretching out the approach to my release. Then, not thinking, I set the pants and underwear down on the dresser, right beneath the head of my cock. Again the thought of Lisa dripping fluid from between her legs as she watched TV next to me on the couch sprang into my mind.

I popped.

Groaning, I watched a rope of my own cum shoot from the head of my cock. It landed in a diagonal line across the pink fabric. Another flew out and splattered flecks of semen along her pants. The third and final glob of nut burst out of me and neatly crossed the first.

The orgasm was euphoric and intense. But it faded quickly and as it did the horrible realization of what I’d just done, dawned on my now clear mind.

“Fuck,” I muttered. “Fuckity, fuck, fuck. What the fuck am I doing?” Hiking up my pants I zipped up and did up the belt buckle. I scooped the pants and underwear up and walked across the hall to the small laundry room that was more of a closet. I threw them in, then grabbed a few of my own things to make it look like I was just doing a load for myself. I jumped as I emerged from my room.

Lisa was standing at the top of the stairs staring at me.

“Oh, hey!” I said, flashing a forced smile, my eyes darting to the open door on the washer. A sliver of her pink underwear was visible from where I was standing. My heart started thundering as I wondered if she could see them as well.

“Hey,” Lisa said with a soft smile. “What’s going on up here?”

I glanced down at the bundle of clothes in my arms. “Just doing some laundry,” I lied.

“Oh hang on then,” Lisa said.

And to my mortification, she stepped into her room and went straight around the bed to where her yoga pants and underwear and shirt ought to have been. I stood there staring as she poked around beneath the bed, behind the dresser and everywhere else she may have kicked the clothes. I was about to throw my clothes into the washer when I realized what a conundrum I’d created.

If I’d waited Lisa would have found the underwear and pants for herself. She may or may not have noticed the additional caked on stains of my cum on them. But because I’d already thrown them into the washer there was no plausible deniability that I’d had an interaction with her undergarments. The only way to make this look less suspicious was by getting ahead of it, telling her I’d noticed the clothes in her room and thought I would do her a favor.

Lisa came out of her room carrying the white t-shirt and nothing else. “That’s really weird,” she said, her brow furrowed.

“What’s up?” I asked, stuffing my clothes into the washer over top hers.

“I left my tights in there this morning. I’m sure I did. Now I can’t find them,” she said, glancing around the hall as if they might have been there.

“Oh those,” I said, playing it as cool as I could manage. “I saw them in your room and thought I’d throw them in for you,” I lied. “I hope…I hope you don’t mind? Shoot. Sorry. I should have asked, I guess.”

Lisa’s eyes wandered from her room to the washer. After a moment her brow unfurrowed and she smiled. “Oh. Thanks,” she said, nodding. “You missed this though.” She reached out and handed me her shirt.

The tension left my shoulders. Crisis averted. She’d bought it. Her pants would be clean. So would mine. No one would be the wiser. I pressed the start button and the washer started to whir as I turned to face Lisa.

Was it me or was she looking at me strangely? I couldn’t tell. My pulse was still elevated from the close call. I chalked up what looked like a funny expression to my own clouded judgment. “You want to watch some TV or something?” I asked.

“Sure,” Lisa said, nodding. “That sounds like fun.”

But now her voice sounded wonky. Hesitant and aloof, like her mind was on something else.

All I could do was walk downstairs and hope she didn’t suspect that there’d been any funny business going on with her panties.

Lisa came down a short while later wearing her usual around-the-house uniform. A fresh pair of yoga pants and a tight white t-shirt that hid none of her curves. She was barefoot and as she sat down she put her feet up on the coffee table.

We sat there watching TV for a good half hour in silence. I did my best to keep my eyes glued on the TV but the sight of Lisa’s toes was as irresistible as ever and every so often I would steal a glance at them.

After the next episode of the show we were watching came on, Lisa turned down the volume and turned to look at me. “Hey can I ask you something?”

“Yeah. Sure. What’s up?” I said, my voice a little wobbly.

“Do you have, like, a girlfriend or something?”

My face started to heat up. “Uh, no. Not right now.”

“Oh,” Lisa replied. She let a silence stretch between us, each passing second more awkward than the last. “Mind if I ask why?” she said.

I turned to look at her and flashed a sheepish grin. My heart was racing again. Where was she coming from with this? Worse yet, where was she going? Did she suspect something salacious had happened with her laundry? “I’m…not that great with women,” I confessed.

Lisa’s eyes narrowed and a sly smile formed on her mouth. “Is that because you touch their panties without asking?” she said.

My cheeks went so hot I thought I was going to self-combust. “W…wait…what?” I stammered, feigning a laugh which only came out sounding awkward and guilty.

Lisa kept her eyes on me, her Cheshire smile impossible to read.

My heart leapt into my throat when she shuffled closer to me on the couch.

“It’s pretty personal going into a girl’s room and fishing out her tights and underwear.” The smile made it seem like she wasn’t mad. But she seemed like she was…up to something.

“Look I’m really sorry. Now that I think of it it is kind of intrusive. I really didn’t mean anything by it I just wanted to help.”

Lisa nodded as she studied my expression with curious eyes. “You’re all good. I just hope they didn’t gross you out too much. They were pretty nasty.”

More waves of heat rolled over my face and down my neck. “Oh…uh, I didn’t really get a good look or anything,” I said, adding another awkward chuckle just to make myself look like more of an ass. To make matters worse, my cock had come to life in my lap again. It was bulging up out of my pants but I didn’t want to put my hands in my lap to cover it because I knew that would draw Lisa’s attention.

“Didn’t sneak a sniff did you?”

“What?!?” I balked.

Lisa started laughing. “Don’t look at me like you don’t know what I’m talking about,” she said. “I know what guys are like.”

“Lisa I would never…”

“John relax,” she said, putting a hand on my knee.

Her touch made my leg twitch.

“I’m just messing with you. But seriously. Why no girlfriend?”

I had no idea what she was up to but she was up to something. I scratched the back of my neck and tried to stare at the TV. “I’m kind of too busy at school and stuff, you know?”

Lisa nodded. She leaned back against the couch and stared at the TV some more.

I wanted desperately to get out of there. “I should probably do some more homework before I…”

“No friend with benefits or anything?” she said, interrupting me mid-sentence.

My throat tightened. “No,” I said, shaking my head again. I looked at her with what I hoped was a friendly smile. “What’s with all the questions?” I asked. My heart sped up again as she wiggled her butt and sidled up to me. Our hips were touching and my cock was now achingly hard. I needed to get out of there. “I should probably head to…”

Lisa kept me from standing with a hand on my knee.

I looked into her eyes. Her smile had faded. She looked…concerned. Or something. I couldn’t tell. Her hand was still on my knee and it felt like she was going to burn a hole in my leg with her palm.

“You don’t…” she began, then paused. To my utter horror, her eyes darted to my lap, then back up to meet mine.

Fuck.

Had she seen it? Had she seen my member flopping under my jeans just from her touching my leg? I stiffened as her hand drifted up my leg. What the fuck was happening? Why was she doing this? “Um…what are you…”

“Shush,” was her only reply. She stared into my eyes as her fingers found my belt buckle.

I couldn’t believe it. This was a dream come true and yet I couldn’t let her do this. This was wrong. This would all end terribly. “Lisa I don’t think we should…”

This time instead of shushing me she covered my mouth with her hand. I closed my eyes and drew in a breath of the intoxicating strawberry scent of Lisa’s bedroom underscored by a low note of something dank and dirty. Was it the smell of Jordan’s cock?

I looked at her wide-eyed with disbelief at what she was doing. “What are you doing?” I said, my voice muffled by her palm.

“I just want to help you out,” she whispered.

Oh my god. Was she doing this out of pity? “You don’t have to do this,” I said, breathless.

Lisa scowled. “I know I don’t have to. I want to. You going to tell me you don’t want it?” She pulled her hand away from my mouth.

My eyes darted down to where she was fiddling with my belt, then rose to meet hers again. I kept thinking I should put a stop to this, especially after what I’d done. I couldn’t help but wonder if she suspected, or if she really had just been messing with me.

“Well?” Lisa said, drawing my eyes to hers.

“Well?” I whispered.

“You going to say you don’t want it?”

My mouth fell open but it took a Herculean effort to utter a word. “I…I…I…”

Lisa smirked and put her hand back over my open mouth. “Thought so,” she said quietly. She tugged my belt open and undid my zipper.

I groaned as she reached into my underwear, her fingers searching for my stiff shaft. She wrapped them around my muscle and pulled it out over the elastic. I glanced down to see the head throbbing and purple and ready. Her delicate hand looked so pretty against the vulgarity of my rigid meat.

“It’s nice,” she whispered. “I like it.”

Our eyes met. My head started to swim. I thought I was dreaming.

Lisa choked the head of my cock with her finger and thumb. She stared at it as she slid her hand down toward my balls, then back up again until she was touching the underside of my glans.

A bead of creamy-clear fluid oozed out of the tip of my cock.

Lisa pressed the tip of her index finger against it and swirled it over the head of my cock.

I groaned at the pleasure that crackled through me at her touch. My eyes darted to her breasts. Her nipples were stiff, poking through the shirt.

Lisa looked up and into my eyes.

I wanted to say something. Anything. God, I almost told her I loved her but managed to stop myself.

She kept playing with my cock with her other hand over my mouth. Once she’d collected enough pre-cum on her palm she started rubbing my shaft with long, slow strokes.

My legs began to twitch as an orgasm curled up from between them. I stared at the lewd sight of Lisa’s hand on my prick, glistening with my own juice as she milked it.

Lisa kept stroking in a steady rhythm, staring at my cock intently as she worked.

My mind was swimming with the dirtiest thoughts. This was so…naughty, for lack of a better word. I couldn’t stop thinking of Lisa upstairs with Jordan the night before, getting railed on her bed while I listened. Which led my mind to wander to the space between Lisa’s legs.

Lisa relaxed her grip on my cock as it started to twitch in her hand. She stared at it like she was studying a piece of art. Pulling her palm off of it, she drew her fingers up the underside of my shaft, making me shudder.

I let out a moan as my body started to shake. “I’m gonna’…” I muttered, my voice muffled by her hand.

Lisa shot me a wicked grin and bit her lip. As she wrapped her fist around my organ again the only sound in the room was the slickety-slick of her hand rubbing me.

My eyes darted to my cock as the orgasm tore through me. I groaned as my cock flexed and began to spurt.

Lisa didn’t flinch as the first blast of ejaculate shot out of the head of my prick. It flew straight up, seemed suspended in the air for a moment before falling back down onto her hand with a wet splat.

I grabbed onto the couch pillows and stared as wave after wave of orgasm washed over me. The load was so copious it was like watching weeks of built up semen gushing out.

Lisa didn’t stop until there was nothing left. She slowed when the tension left my body but kept her hand on me, twisting it and squeezing out every last drop she could get.

When I let out a pained-sounding groan, she unwrapped her fingers and pulled her hand off of my cock.

A faint shame, nearing humiliation, coursed through me at what I’d just let happen. Don’t get me wrong, Lisa seemed unperturbed. In fact, she almost seemed pleased with herself by what she’d done. I felt horrible that her hand was covered in my spunk.

She looked up at me wide-eyed and smiling. “Do you ever jerk off?” she asked, then started laughing.

If the floor had opened up into a dark void I would have eagerly dove in and never come back I was so embarrassed. As it was all I could was sit there, my flaccid cock dripping the remnants of my ejaculate onto my jeans as Lisa laughed. When she leaned toward me a fresh spike of adrenaline shot down to my feet. Was she going to kiss me?

“Does that feel better?” she whispered.

“Uh…I…”

Lisa giggled as she stood up off the couch staring at her cum-soaked hand. “I think I’m going to hit the sheets early tonight,” she explained.

It was unsettling and yet intensely erotic how unfazed she seemed by the whole thing. Like it was just another day in her life, coming home and jerking off her roommate to help him out.

I felt like I should say something. But what? Ask her if she was okay? Follow her and say “thanks for the tug job?” Nothing particularly palatable came to mind. So I sat there and watched her climb the stairs without giving me another glance.

Having the pressure between my legs finally relieved was a blessing. But at what cost had I come? Were things with Lisa ever going to be the same again?

After I heard Lisa’s bedroom door close I turned off the TV and the lights and headed to the bathroom upstairs. I spent far too long staring at my reflection in the mirror again. I wondered what Lisa was thinking. Was she sleeping soundly? Or was she thinking about me the way I was thinking about her?

My mind kept wandering back to the laundry incident from earlier. What had caused her to come down and ask me if I had a girlfriend, then jerk me off? I’d never met a woman who would do anything like that. It felt a little wrong but a whole lot hot.

It was in the early hours of the morning that I finally started to doze off. Just before I slipped into sleep I decided I would have to make things right the next day. We couldn’t be roommates and have things like that happening.

Could we?

I woke up two hours late for class the next morning. Lisa was gone. I scrambled out of bed and into my clothes, grabbed my backpack and raced across campus to my introduction to accounting class. I was exhausted from lack of sleep and almost fell asleep shortly after sneaking into a seat in the back. The professor droning on about double-entry was the perfect noise machine.

I was sufficiently distracted with homework the rest of my day that I didn’t have much time to spend thinking about Lisa. I managed to make it through a heavy class-load, however, and was filled with relief for a brief moment walking home on that Friday afternoon.

But the closer I got to the house the more the memory of what had happened the night before loomed in my mind. I wondered if Lisa was going to be home. Was she going to want to talk? Had her hand job changed things between us? Or were we still going to be friends?

I paused at the door and braced myself for whatever was on the other side. Taking a deep breath, I turned the handle and walked into the house. To my amazement Lisa was…well, still Lisa. She was in the kitchen wearing yoga pants and a white t-shirt popping popcorn. There were two beers standing on the island. She turned around when she heard me come in.

Her wide smile made my shoulders sag as the anxious tension left my body. It seemed that everything was still the same. No damage done. I wasn’t sure how that was possible. She’d been so casual about what she’d done to me the night before. Had it not had any effect on her? Was it just a friendly tug-job to help out a roommate? Or did she feel even the slightest bit for me as I did for her?

“Who’s ready for Friday binge-watching?” she said, then waved her hands over her head and did a little twist like she was dancing.

I chuckled at her good humor. It was hard to believe that she was so unaffected. A part of me wanted to walk across the house and hug her. She just seemed so cool about everything. I set my backpack down and sauntered into the kitchen. “Hey,” I said, stealing a glance at her shapely body in the tight clothes she was wearing.

“Hey!” she replied. She walked up to the island, cracked a beer and slid it across toward me. “You look like you could use this,” she said.

“Thanks,” I replied. “Friday’s are…rough. How was your day?”

Lisa shrugged. “It was alright. I actually went to a couple of classes. They were okay. Didn’t fall asleep. You know how it is.”

I chuckled. “Yeah. I know how it is. What made you go to class?” A few weeks of living with Lisa had informed me that this was not high on her list of priorities. She was really sort of a college tourist more than a student.

She smiled and shrugged. “I don’t know. I needed something to do. No one was around. I thought this evening would be more fun if I spent the day doing something useful. Now I deserve to relax,” she said with a laugh.

My heart melted. At both the sound of her laughing and the way she looked when she did it. It was like her face started to glow. Her joy seemed so unbridled.

“What?” Lisa asked, tearing me from my thoughts.

“What do you mean what?” I countered.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

I realized I’d been staring at her chuckling. Not leering but I definitely couldn’t take my eyes off her. Actually, the way I’d been looking at her was kind of embarrassing now that she’d pointed it out. Like a puppy dog in love with it’s master, one who just can’t stop looking up into his eyes and asking “what’s next?” I blushed and shook my head. “Sorry,” I muttered.

Lisa took a step forward and put her hand over mine on the island. “I told you you don’t have to be sorry for looking at me. It was just different. Your eyes look all…soft, or something.”

Her touching me made my heart start to ache. My dirty pervert mind immediately raced back to the memory of the previous evening, to the hand job Lisa had given me on the couch. But my heart and soul felt like they were being squeezed in a vise. I had it for her bad and there wasn’t a thing I could do about it. “Can we talk about last night?” I blurted, unable to contain the question.

Lisa pulled her hand off mine and folded her arms across her chest. She tilted her head as she stared at me. But she didn’t look angry or nervous or worried. Quite the opposite. She was looking as confident as I’d ever seen her. “What about it?” she asked, tilting her chin back slightly, as if the question was a challenge. A dare for me to open myself to her and show her what was inside.

“What was that?” I said.

Lisa’s eyes didn’t leave mine. “I made you come with my hand,” she said, a hint of humor or mischief in her voice.

“Yeah. I know that,” I said, my blush deepening. “Why?”

“Because I like you. And I want you to be happy.” It was a very intimate admission to someone she’d only known a few weeks.

“Like me?” I prodded. “Like me how?”

Lisa smiled. “You’re an awesome guy, John. What’s not to like?”

Which was sweet and incredibly frustrating at the same time. I’m not really sure what I wanted or what would have made me happy. Would Lisa throwing herself into my arms and confessing her true love for me have done it? Maybe. But everything was still so new. We were just roommates and friends. I didn’t want to break things by pushing too hard.

“Can I ask you something?” Lisa said.

I gulped down saliva that had pooled in my mouth and nodded.

“Are we having fun here?” she said quietly, gazing into my eyes.

“Of course we are,” I said, flashing a slightly embarrassed smile.

“Then why don’t we not worry about naming things. Let’s just…enjoy the ride. Wherever it takes us.”

It was a pragmatic and disarming suggestion. Not exactly what I’d wanted to hear but one I wasn’t about to argue with.

The smell of smoke caught Lisa’s attention. “Oh shit,” she muttered. She spun around and darted to the stove where the popcorn had begun to burn. She yanked the pot off the burner and sighed. “Well so much for trying to be environmentally friendly.” She reached into a cupboard, pulled out two bags of microwave popcorn and threw one in to pop. Then she sauntered back over to where I was standing and watching her move through the kitchen. “Are you feeling bad about what happened?”

Was I? Maybe slightly. I didn’t want Lisa to think she had to give me pity-tugs because I didn’t have a girlfriend. But that paled in comparison to what I really felt bad about. It was starting to become very clear to me that I wanted something more from our relationship. Something I wasn’t sure Lisa was interested in. “I’m…”

What I meant to say was I’m starting to have feelings for you. I felt the need to get that out there, out in the open so she knew where I was coming from. Somehow, though, I thought that if I came out and said it, it might break whatever it is we had between us. I didn’t want to take that chance.

Lisa leaned closer to me. So close I thought she was going to kiss me again. “Do you not want me to do that to you any more?” she asked in a whisper.

“I don’t…I don’t know,” I muttered, shaking my head again.

“Did you have a good time?” she asked.

“I did.”

Her smile widened. “Then will you just stop worrying about it please?” Her soft smile looked so sincere and caring.

“Okay,” I replied. “I’ll try.” What really resonated with me was the implication that more of Lisa doing things to me was to come. That fired my furnace up good and hot.

“You’re kind of a control freak, huh?” she said with a chuckle.

Was I? I laughed off the suggestion but it stuck with me. Was this being controlling? Trying to get a handle on whatever it was that was growing between us?

I chided myself for being like that. Why couldn’t I just go with the flow like Lisa and enjoy the ride?

“Hey. You’re thinking again. Stop that. Now go grab the popcorn and come into the living room. I’ve got a movie all ready to go.”

I grabbed the popcorn and my bear and headed into the living room determined not to ruin the evening by overthinking it. Lisa was right. I had to learn how to have a good time. Let loose and just let things happen without trying to steer the ship.

Trouble was, for a guy, that was easier said than done.

I settled onto the couch next to her and tucked into my beer and popcorn. But as soon as the opening credits were over and the action started I started to squirm on my end of the couch. I didn’t catch the title of the movie but it started with a pretty gratuitous sex scene between a married couple.

A stolen glance in Lisa’s direction revealed that she seemed engrossed in the scene, occasionally bringing a handful of popcorn to her mouth and stuffing it in.

The further we got into the movie the more apparent it became that it was pretty much going to be a soft porn with very little plot holding it together.

I did my best to wrestle down the erection that kept stubbornly threatening to rise between my legs. The sex we were watching was hot. But Lisa’s choice of movie was anything but relaxing. All I could think about was why she’d selected the film. Did she love watching porn? Or was there something else behind her decision? Was she priming me for another evening of pleasure?

Had I graduated from the friend-zone to being friends with benefits?

The possibility seemed exciting on a physical level. But emotionally I didn’t know if I could handle it. Lisa’s personality was a big part of the reason I was attracted to her. Could I tease the two apart and just enjoy myself? Or was I doomed to the misery of getting only half of what I wanted?

Thankfully, following the meagre plot didn’t require much of my attention. By the time the movie was over I was hot, a little bit sweaty and beginning to lose the battle with the bulge between my legs. My heart gave an extra beat when the ending credits rolled and Lisa tucked her feet under her legs and turned to look at me.

“Did you like that?” she asked.

I flashed an awkward grin. “It was…pretty racy. Do you always watch movies like that?” I asked.

“I watch a lot of porn,” she replied, her expression as serious as if she were in a job interview.

I chortled like a school-boy at this, my cheeks flaring red again as I realized how immature my reaction had been. “Sorry,” I muttered.

Lisa shrugged. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. You didn’t answer my question.”

My chest constricted. I wasn’t sure what Lisa was playing at but whatever it was, she had the upper hand. “Yeah. Sure. I liked it alright.”

“What did you like about it?” she said.

I could have groaned. Really? Why was she acting like this? And why did her asking me about what I thought of a porny movie make me so uncomfortable? “I mean…it was sexy, right? What’s not to like?”

Lisa smiled with one corner of her mouth, then chuckled. “True enough. Good answer.” She let a silence stretch between us and fill the room but didn’t take her eyes off me. It was like she was enjoying watching me squirm. “You’re kind of shy about sex, huh?” she said.

I shrugged. “I guess.” A tension formed between us from Lisa’s intrusive questions. It was unsettling. But at the same time I kind of…liked it. I’m not sure why. Her directness was refreshing and intimidating at the same time.

The few experiences I’d had with women until then had been frustrating because of how enigmatic they could be. Soft smiles and gentle looks that could have been either friendliness or missed signals.

That problem was non-existent with Lisa. We’d just watched a movie with a bunch of sex in it and now she wanted to talk about it.

The whole time I’d been thinking my way through this Lisa had been sitting on the couch watching me. Studying me as if she were a scientist and I was her experiment. It deepened my embarrassment along with my arousal, for some reason.

“Do you like sex?” she asked.

I let out another awkward chuckle, sounding like a prudish school-boy who was getting his first lesson in the birds and the bees. “Uh…sure,” I muttered. “I mean of course I do.”

“I love it.”

I turned my head and stared into her wide eyes. This was becoming more surreal and more arousing with each new word Lisa said. I’d never met someone so direct. “Do you?” I said, pretty sure I looked about as doe-eyed as a man could.

“Can I tell you something?” she asked.

“Anything,” I whispered.

For the first time since we’d finished the movie Lisa’s eyes fell from mine, down to one side to look at the coffee table. “I felt kind of bad for fucking Jordan with you here.”

Her admission twisted my insides into a knot. I grabbed a couch pillow and squeezed as I tried to keep my expression neutral.

“I hope that didn’t make you uncomfortable,” she said softly.

I gave my head a vigorous shake. “It was fine. Er…I mean, it’s no problem.” Fuck. I felt like an idiot.

Lisa smiled. “I’m glad to hear that. The whole time I was up there I was thinking about you and wondering if you were down here feeling bad about us fucking. I’m glad to hear you weren’t.” She reached out and squeezed my hand.

Then her eyes fell to my lap.

I tried to turn so that she wouldn’t see my cock poking out from between my legs. I’m not sure why. I kind of wanted her to see it.

“You have an erection,” she said quietly.

“Uh…yeah,” I muttered, my shame deepening.

“Did the movie turn you on?”

“You turn me on.” The words were out before I could stop myself. “Fuck I’m sorry…” I said, trying to backpedal.

Lisa shook her head. “Stop saying you’re sorry for everything. It’s flattering to hear I’m attractive. You’re not so bad yourself.”

I gave a curt nod. “Okay. Sorry.” My face burned even hotter as I realized what I’d just said.

Thankfully, Lisa dismissed my apology for apologizing with a laugh. “Do you want me to touch your cock?”

My mouth fell open in shock. I’m not sure why. It wasn’t like this was completely unexpected. After what had happened the night before and after watching a bunch of people having sex on screen, I think a part of me saw this coming. “I…I…if you want to…”

“I want to know if you want it,” Lisa said.

I looked up at her again and nodded. “I want it,” I whispered.

“Say it.”

“Say what?”

“Tell me what you want. Tell me that you want me to touch your cock.”

The air left my lungs. Sex was an under-the-covers-with-the-lights-off activity for me. Or at least it had been so far in my life. My parents had never been open about it and none of the women I’d been with had, either. This was way beyond my comfort zone. “Are you serious?” I said.

“Of course,” Lisa replied.

I shook my head. “I don’t think I can,” I admitted.

“Yes you can.”

I chortled again, trying to laugh away my embarrassment. “Lisa I’m not…” I said, then paused.

She didn’t fill the silence by saying anything. Just sat there watching me.

It got so quiet in the room it was almost painful. I lasted as long as I could but finally couldn’t stand it. “What are you doing?” I asked.

Lisa shot me a funny smile. “You’re more complicated than other guys. I can tell. I want to know what makes you tick,” she replied. “If you’ll show me.”

Her answer made my chest swell with desire and my cock throb with lust. It was a nice compliment, I guess. But it was Lisa’s curiosity about me that really got to me. She was worming her way into my brain and unlocking an arousal I didn’t know I could feel. It pushed out all worry or reason and made me want to give myself to her in any way I could. “I want you to touch my cock,” I blurted, unable to look at her as I said it.

Lisa grinned. “See? That wasn’t so bad was it?”

I shook my head.

“Stand up and take your clothes off.”

My eyes went wide as I stared at her. This was incredible. Confusing, but incredible. “Are you…are you serious?” I whispered.

“I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t serious,” Lisa replied.

After a moment of hesitation as I shed the last of my shame, I stood up and pulled my hoodie and t-shirt off over my forehead and threw them on the floor.

Lisa’s eyes raked down my body. “You’re cute,” she said quietly.

I blushed.

“Take your pants off.”

I did what she said. Undoing the button and zipper, I pushed my pants and underwear down my legs and stepped out of them. It was only when I stood back up that another crushing wave of embarrassment rolled over me. I hunched my shoulders trying to make myself as small as possible.

“Stand up straight,” Lisa ordered.

I complied right away. I stood up straight and to try and not die of shame I looked straight ahead at the wall instead of at her.

Lisa untucked her feet from under her legs and stood up from the couch. She stepped toward me until her body was just inches from mine. Staring at my chest, she drew the nail of her index finger across my chest, then let it fall to my abs. “You have a good body, John. I like looking at it,” she said. “Wait here.”

I watched her walk out of the living room and traipse up the stairs. As soon as she was gone I felt ludicrous standing there completely naked. What the hell was I doing? But the promise of her touch kept me rooted in place. My pulse accelerated when she came back holding a small bottle in one hand.

She walked up to where she’d been standing in front of me, popped the top off the plastic bottle and tipped it upside down. As she squeezed it, clear lubricant squirted out of it with a wet fart. She set the bottle down on the coffee table, looked up into my eyes and started rubbing her hands together, working the lube into her palms. “Do you like getting hand jobs?” she whispered.

I nodded.

“Say it.”

I closed my eyes as fresh heat rushed to my cheeks. “I like getting hand jobs.”

“Do you want one now?”

I nodded.

Lisa shook her head and I knew what she meant immediately.

“I want you to give me a hand job,” I said quietly.

Lisa put her hand between my legs, palm up. “Put your hands behind your back.”

I grunted and the muscles in my ass tightened as she cupped my ball sack. When she squeezed them gently a bolt of pleasure raced up my spine. I groaned as she wrapped her other hand around my prick and pushed it toward my pelvis in a slow stroke.

“You’re not like other guys are you John?” Lisa whispered.

I shook my head but wasn’t exactly sure what she meant.

“John?”

“Huh?”

“I want to know you.”

My heart grew a few inches.

“I can’t know you if you just shrug or nod or shake your head. Speak.” She pulled her hand back until her fingers were around my glans. Then she twisted ever so slowly.

I winced at how good it felt. “What…what do you want me to say?”

“Do you like the way I’m touching you?” she asked.

“Yes,” I answered, breathless. Even though she’d just started touching me, the warm lube and her soft palm had me teetering perilously close to the brink of an orgasm. I hated that about myself. Maybe it was because I was still young or hadn’t had enough experience but I could barely ever last more than a few minutes with a woman.

“Your cock feels really hard John. Are you getting ready to come?” she asked, gripping my shaft and twisting her hand slowly around it.

“Yes,” I seethed through clenched teeth.

Lisa immediately released her grip on my cock, leaving it bouncing as the orgasm that had nearly overwhelmed me, retreated. She watched it for a while, then looked up into my eyes. She stared at me for what must have been minutes.

I had no inclination to break that beautiful gaze so I just looked straight back at her. The longer I did, the more my embarrassment faded. An intense and consuming desire gripped me. I wanted to badly to reach out and tear her clothes off. I would have given anything for her to lay on her back and spread her legs for me in welcome.

“Are you still on the edge?” Lisa whispered.

“No. I’m fine.”

“Can I touch you again?”

“Yes. Please. Please touch me again.” I groaned as her hot hand wrapped around my cock and she started to stroke. After what seemed like just seconds I was teetering on the precipice of a climax, my cock rock-hard in her hand. “Be careful,” I grunted.

Lisa released me.

This time I nearly blew my load. I flexed all the muscles I could, trying to focus on any sensation other than the one between my legs. I squeezed my eyes shut tight and counted backwards from one hundred. Somehow I managed to drag myself back from the brink. When I opened them again Lisa was watching me with her inquisitive stare.

“Do you always ejaculate this quickly?”

It would have been hurtful coming from anyone else. But Lisa’s tone was earnest and I knew she hadn’t meant it as an insult. Just a commentary on what she was seeing. “I have a hard time lasting very long,” I admitted.

I said it with almost no effort. Only once the words were out did I realize it was probably the most intimate confession I’d ever made to anyone ever. I felt the part of me that I kept walled off from the outside world, crack open just a bit.

That intense desire to have Lisa for myself washed over me again. “Lisa?” I whispered.

“Hm?”

“Can I touch you?” I was still holding my hands behind my back.

A tiny smile formed on her lips. “Is that what you want?”

“So much,” I said. I had to look away as I said it.

Lisa put a finger under my chin and lifted my eyes to hers. “You’re so sweet,” she said. She leaned forward and kissed my cheek.

A wonderfully hot shiver raced down my spine at feeling her lips on my skin. When she pulled away I followed her, my mouth opening, eyes closing as I tried to kiss her. I was met with her finger against my chest pushing back against me.

“Not tonight,” she said softly.

“Some night?” I asked, nearly begging.

Lisa shrugged. “Maybe.” Then she palmed my cock again, this time with both hands, holding the base with one as she stroked the head with the other. “Does that feel good?” she asked quietly.

“So good,” I grunted. “Too good.”

“So good you’re going to come?”

“I’m gonna’ come,” I blurted.

Lisa let go of the head of my cock but kept her other hand on the root, choking it and keeping my seed from spilling.

“Oh god,” I muttered. The pressure behind where she was holding my cock was nearly unbearable.

“John?”

“Yes?”

“What did you do with my underwear this afternoon?”

The blood rushed from my face as I stared deep into Lisa’s eyes. “I…I smelled them just like you said.” I confessed.

She bit her lower lip and smiled. “And?”

“And…and…and I masturbated into them.”

Her smile widened. I had no idea why but she looked delighted at that piece of information. She wrapped her hand tenderly around the head of my cock and started stroking. “You can come now, John. Come into my hand.”

I strained against the pleasure her touch inspired, trying to drag it out the same way I had with her underwear. But her soft, slimy, lube-coated hand felt too good. I roared a vaguely animal “bleargh” sound as the first blob of seed drained out of my cock and splattered across Lisa’s wrist.

Her rhythm and stroke stayed even as she coaxed me through an orgasm. She watched me shuddering and shaking through the climax, adjusting the pressure of her fingers on my cock as she felt my trembling wane.

It was the best fucking hand job I’d ever had. When it was over Lisa’s hand was coated in milky-white semen and my face went back to burning a bright red from embarrassment.

Lisa’s eyes didn’t leave my face for an instant. “Was that good?” she asked.

“It was amazing.”

This made her grin which made me fall for her even harder. She was a unicorn. The sort of woman any man would dream of marrying.

“Lisa?” I said, forcing myself to ignore the fact that I was naked and as vulnerable as I’d ever felt.

“Yes?” she whispered.

“Can we…can we go upstairs?”

Her smile faded. She bit her lip. “Not tonight,” she said.

My heart sank as she turned to walk away. “Lisa?” I called out.

“Hm?” she said, turning to look at me again.

“What is this?”

She smiled and shrugged. “I don’t know,” she said, shaking her head. “Stop trying to name everything and just enjoy the ride, okay?”

“Okay,” I said, nodding.

“I think I’m going to go to bed.” With that she was gone leaving me standing naked in the living room.

I always loved going for an early morning run on Saturdays and that Saturday was no different. Walking out of my room in sneakers and a track suit I found the door to Lisa’s bedroom shut. The temptation to knock on it, or even to sneak inside and wake her up was strong but I resisted.

Somehow I knew that pushing Lisa too hard in the direction I wanted to head wouldn’t be productive. As fun-loving as she I got the feeling that she liked being in control, at least with whatever was happening between us. And to be honest I kind of liked it, too.

So I hit the pavement and ran three miles out toward the river before turning back at the bend. I hit a coffee shop on the way home and grabbed two cups of Joe. When I walked back into the house Lisa was just padding down the stairs in bare feet, bleary-eyed and squinting against the light. She was wearing nothing but a t-shirt that barely reached her thighs. Her beautiful toned legs were a magnet for my eyes. “Hey you,” she said, a soft smile forming on her lips.

I smiled right back at her. Seeing her made me giddy. “Hey you,” I echoed. “I got you this,” I said, holding out the steaming cup of coffee.

Lisa’s brow arched and her lips parted. “John that is so thoughtful!” she said. She walked down the remaining few steps, took the cup, held it under her nose and took a deep breath. “This is perfect,” she whispered. “Thank-you.”

“Hey no problem,” I answered. I stole a glance at her ass as she turned to walk into the kitchen, then walked in after her.

“Getting up at six and running on your day off, huh?” Lisa said wearing a quizzical expression.

“You should come with me some time,” I said.

Lisa nearly spit out her mouthful of coffee. Closing her eyes she focused on swallowing, then burst into giggles. “Um, yeah, no. That’s a hard no. As in never.”

I smiled. “You ever tried it?”

“Can’t say I have,” Lisa replied.

“You might like it.”

“You know what I like?” she asked.

“Lying in bed drifting in and out of sleep while your roommate goes for a run?” I asked.

“Wow, John. You learn really quickly. I feel like you know me so well already!” She followed this up with another cute laugh that squeezed my heart.

I sipped my coffee and walked over to the counter to fix myself a piece of toast with butter. Lisa surprised me when she walked up behind me and put her chin on my shoulder. “Um…hi,” I said, smiling. It was a very pleasant turn of events feeling her body that close to mine.

“Hi,” she whispered. “I dreamed about you.”

My heart throbbed again and blood started rushing between my legs, swelling my cock. “You did?” I asked.

“I did,” she replied.

“Was it a good dream?” I asked after a pause, tension racking my body.

Her hand slipped around my waist and down my pelvis. She groped the bulge growing there. “It was a good dream,” she said rubbing my rising shaft. “Do you want to have some fun?”

Oh god yes.

I tried to turn around but Lisa pinned me to the counter by leaning forward. “Come upstairs with me,” she whispered. Her hand drifted up, into the elastic of my pants and dipped into my underwear.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes as her fingertips grazed against my cock.

She slipped her hand out of my pants, turned around and walked toward the stairs.

Popping the toast out of the toaster I spun around and followed her. My heart was racing and arousal had tunnelled my vision. I could think of only one thing. This was it. The moment I’d dreamed about ever since I first met Lisa. We were going to do it.

But when I followed her into her room she turned around and put a hand on my chest. She gazed into my eyes and smiled. “Stay right there,” she said. She turned and walked toward the bed leaving me standing by the door.

As she turned around she hooked her fingers under her t-shirt and pulled it up over her head.

I gasped at the sight of her breasts. They were pert and round and her pink nipples were stiff. She threw the shirt on the floor and looked up at me. “Do you like them?” she asked.

“You’re beautiful,” I whispered.

She flashed a shy smile. As I took a step forward she held up her hand indicating I should stay where I was.

This ratcheted up the tension already gripping me. What was she playing at? I’d been convinced we were coming up here to have sex. Not that I minded another one of her games I’d just had my eye on the prize. My eyes fell to the skimpy pink underwear she was wearing. My cock rose as she walked toward me.

Lisa grabbed my shirt and pulled it off over my head. She curled her fingers and scraped her nails down my chest and abs, breathing deeply. Her eyes fluttered up to meet mine. “I don’t think we should have sex,” she said.

My heart sank a little. “Why not?”

She bit the corner of her mouth. “I don’t know,” she said, shaking her head. From her expression I could tell she genuinely didn’t. She glanced up at me again. “I really like you, John. It’s just…”

Without waiting for her to finish I put a hand behind her back and pulled her closer. I leaned forward and pressed my lips against hers. Working them open I pressed my tongue into her mouth and found hers.

Lisa didn’t resist. She kissed me back, her tongue pressing into my mouth as she tilted her head to kiss me more deeply.

I was in heaven. I wish I could have bottled that moment. I wanted desperately to reach up and touch her breasts. But I wanted to respect her wish and fondling her would make it harder not to push for sex. When we finally pulled away from the kiss our eyes met.

“That was nice,” Lisa said.

“It was,” I replied. My mouth fell open as Lisa dropped to her knees.

She yanked my pants and underwear off my hips. My cock sprang out in front of her face. She grabbed the root with one hand, using the other to help me step out of my clothes.

My cock was bouncing and I could already feel a pre-orgasmic tickle forming between my legs. I really didn’t want to blow this. Lisa looked so hot, though and her hand on my cock felt incredible. “Maybe you shouldn’t do that,” I said as her mouth opened to take me inside.

Lisa looked up with one eye raised. “Not what I expected to hear,” she said as a smile crept across her lips.

I sighed, my frustration at being a two-minute wonder getting the better of me. “It’s just I haven’t showered and I’m really close already,” I said quietly.

Her smile widened. “You let me worry about that,” she replied. She crouched lower on her knees so that her mouth was right beneath my member. She flicked out her tongue and pressed it against the underside of my cock, sliding it up toward the head in a long, slow lick.

When she reached the tip she swirled it around the head, then rubbed the tip of it along her lips like she was putting on lipstick.

I winced and bit my lip at how good it felt. My legs started to shake as the tickle between my legs almost cracked. “Careful,” I whispered.

Lisa smiled. Kneeling higher, she grabbed my shaft, wrapped a fist around it then put her lips on the head of my cock and hollowed her cheeks.

From my vantage point she looked like she was sucking a lollipop. My eyes darted between her pert breasts and the way her mouth looked on my prick. I groaned as her mouth stretched the tension inside me to a breaking point. Right when I thought the dam was about to burst, Lisa pulled her lips off me with a wet pop and let go of my cock with her hand.

A stream of clear pre-cum oozed out the tip. I let out a groaning breath as I watched the liquid drip from the head of my cock onto her chest.

Lisa looked down at her breasts. She brought a finger up to them and started swirling the sticky emission until her skin was glistening.

I was a little surprised when she stood up but relieved as well that I’d managed not to climax.

Lisa leaned forward and kissed me.

Her strawberry scent was nearly overpowered by the dank note of sweaty cock on her lips. It was filthy but made me throb all the same. “Put your hands behind your back,” she whispered as she pulled away from the kiss.

I did, standing at attention as she moved backwards toward the bed.

She sat down on the edge and reached over to her night table. Opening the drawer she reached in and pulled out the largest vibrator I’d ever seen. It had a chord and a bulbous white head. After arranging the pillows against the headboard Lisa leaned back against them and spread her legs.

More liquid oozed out of my cock as my eyes fell to her sex. It was barely covered by the small patch of fabric of her underwear. There were stray hairs poking out and I could just make out the lowest part of her labia. Her rippled lips looked beautifully messy.

“Look at me,” she said softly.

I looked up into her eyes as she waved the wand between her legs and let it fall against her clit. Flipping the switch caused the thing to start humming.

Lisa’s mouth fell open and she sucked in a sharp breath at the burst of pleasure that sprang from between her thighs. She settled back against the pillows but kept her eyes open and staring at me.

I tried my best to hold her gaze but my eyes kept darting to her tits then lower to her underwear. Her pussy started leaking, a dark stain forming on the fabric shielding her sex from my prying gaze.

She let out a soft moan. Reaching between her legs with her other hand she pulled aside her underwear exposing her tight entrance.

My eyes fell to her pussy, riveted by the soft, undulating folds of her outer lips. My mouth fell open as she stuffed two fingers into it and began pumping them in and out of herself. The muscles in her ass clenched and her body rose off the bed. Her hips started rocking in time with her thrusting fingers as she worked herself closer to a climax.

The ache between my legs was nearly unbearable. I glanced at my cock and saw a clear stream of liquid dripping out of it. My whole body started to tingle and I thought I might blow just watching her erotic performance. My eyes shot back up to hers when I heard her gasp.

Her thighs started to shake. Her body tensed and she yanked her fingers out of her pussy. “Look at me, John,” she said, breathless. “I want you to watch me come.” Her upper curled into a lusty snarl but she kept her eyes on mine. She sucked in a breath and held it.

My eyes darted to her pussy again just as the tiny hole squeezed shut. Her underwear slipped over her entrance as she began to come.

My jaw fell as a streak of clear mucus shot out of her, sprinkling the sheets and drenching the fabric of her underwear.

Finally, unable to resist getting sucked into the vortex of her climax, Lisa closed her eyes and sank deeper into the pillows behind her. Her toes curled as more lubricant leaked out of her. She let out a lewd moan that shook through me and made my cock jerk and dance in front of me.

Time seemed to stand still and if I could have I would have stayed suspended in that moment forever. Lisa looked so beautiful pleasuring herself, the droning buzz of the vibrator the only sound in the room besides her panting.

When her climax waned she pulled the vibrator away from her clit and let it fall to the floor next to the bed.

All I wanted was to race over to the bed, fall onto her and impale my cock into her dripping snatch. But that wasn’t the game we were playing. Lisa liked being in charge, I’d learned that much. And I’d taken a liking to following her orders. I stood still waiting for what she would come up with next.

“Come here John,” she whispered.

The effort of walking over nearly made me come, too. I flexed the muscles in my pelvis, trying to suppress the climax that was almost bursting out of me.

Lisa stood up and met me at the edge of the bed. She glanced down at my cock and touched the tip with her finger, collecting some of the fluid leaking from it. Then she hooked her thumbs into the stringy bits holding her underwear together and pushed them down her legs. Stepping out of them she bunched them into a ball in her fist and lifted them up in front of her chest. “You like smelling my pussy?”

“Oh god yes,” I muttered.

Lisa brought the underwear up against my nose.

I took in a deep breath of the sweetly acidic scent of her sex.

“Open your mouth,” she said.

I did.

Lisa pushed the ball of fabric into it, then closed by pressing her finger up against my chin. “Do you like the taste of me?”

I nodded.

“Do you want to come now John?”

“Please,” I muttered, my voice muffled by her underwear.

Lisa sat down on the edge of the bed. Looking up and into my eyes she tucked one arm beneath her tits and lifted them. Two glorious orbs of soft flesh that I was desperate to palm and suckle. I kept my hands behind my back, resisting the urge.

Lisa wrapped her hand around my cock.

Her touch sent a bolt of pleasure rocketing up my spine. My mind started to swim. I could feel my grip on the climax loosening, seed already draining from my balls and charging into my vas. “Ungh,” I grunted, staring down at her hand around my prick.

Lisa released my cock. Quick as lightning she pressed a finger and thumb just below my glans and squeezed my urethra.

The load that I’d been certain was about to rupture, eased as she applied pressure. I stood teetering on the brink of a climax, my toes curling against the carpet, feeling wonderfully helpless in Lisa’s expert grip.

She looked up and smiled. “Not yet. Not until I say. Okay?”

I nodded, feeling like I was being drawn and quartered by all the forces tugging at my body. As my orgasm began to recede Lisa released the head of my cock.

She looked up into my eyes again. “Now. I want you to come on my tits.” She pressed the tip of her finger against the underside of my cock and swiped so lightly it felt like a feather.

An enormous orgasmic wave crashed over me in an instant. My body shook as I stared at the first plume of ejaculate that flew out of my cock and slathered Lisa’s chest.

Lisa beamed as she watched it coat her breasts.

For a terrifying moment I thought she was going to deny me the pleasure that came with the emission. Then she looked up grinning, grabbed my cock and started to jerk the rest of my load out of me.

A second wave swept me up and sent me hurtling toward bliss. Each stroke of Lisa’s hand pumped dopamine into my brain. Watching her smile as she finished me was intoxicatingly erotic. Seeing her abundant tits coated in sperm added another layer of pleasure.

Standing there with my hands behind my back at the mercy of Lisa’s grip I felt myself falling even more deeply for her. I shuddered as the last drops of cum flew out of me and splattered across her tits.

Lisa looked down at her handiwork. Letting go of my cock she twirled a finger in the sticky cream. She looked up at me with a grin. “Fuck that was hot,” she whispered, then giggled.

Her laugh was infectious and caused me to start chuckling. You’d think following up something that hot by laughing about it would kill the mood.

It didn’t. I felt closer to Lisa than I ever had and more comfortable than I think I’d felt with any other person. The only thought clouding my joy was wondering where this was headed. I pushed that aside as Lisa patted the bed next to her.

“That was amazing,” I whispered. “You’re amazing.”

Lisa propped herself up on an elbow and stared at me smiling. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she answered. “Hey guess what?”

“What?”

“It’s my birthday today.”

My eyes popped wide open. “It is? Wow. Happy birthday! I didn’t know. I would have got you something.”

Lisa leaned forward and touched her nose to mine. “Yeah, this was a pretty good gift,” she said, glancing at her chest.

“Oh come on you’re going to make me feel bad,” I said.

Her smile faded. “I’m serious. I love it when guys come on me,” she whispered.

I love you.

The words were on the tip of my tongue but I didn’t dare say them out loud. I just kept staring at her beautiful smile and thinking I was the luckiest guy alive.

“Hey you want to maybe do something together this afternoon?” she asked. “You know, to celebrate?”

I almost groaned when I remembered what day it was. “Shoot,” I muttered. “I’m sorry. I tutor on Saturday’s. Can I make it up to you? Maybe tomorrow? Or tonight? I’m just not sure when I’ll be home.”

Lisa smiled. “Don’t worry about it. Some other time. I should probably shower though.” She rolled off the bed and pranced across the room to the bathroom.

I started to hatch a plan.

I cancelled my Saturday afternoon tutoring student as soon as I left the house. Instead, I took the bus downtown to West St. and got off at Elmer Ave. There were a string of flower and chocolate shops there. I spent a good few hours wandering through each of them trying to find the perfect bouquet and the ideal box of sweets for Lisa.

Once I’d settled on and ordered a bouquet, I walked a few blocks south to the liquor store. I picked out two bottles of wine, one red, one white, then went back to pick up the flowers.

It was about four in the afternoon by the time I’d finished all that. As soon as I stepped onto the bus that would take me home I realized how absurd I must have looked.

Nearly everyone looked up at me as I shuffled through looking for a seat. There was no question as to why. The bouquet I’d bought was about as tall as my torso. The paper bags from the chocolate and liquor stores I carried in my other arm, barely able to hold them up from trying not to crush the flowers.

The other passengers not so discreet glances and not so subtle smiles would normally have embarrassed me. And I guess they still did a bit. But I was on a mission. I was going to give Lisa the best birthday bash she’d ever had.

Walking across campus was even more embarrassing. Strangers on the bus might exchange smiles at seeing a young man struggling with a bouquet of flowers for his beau. College students, much closer to their humble roots as school-yard bullies, were savage.

“Where’s the engagement party at?”

“Bro must have fucked up bad!”

“Just shoot her a dick pic dude! What is this nineteen-ninety?”

All followed by peals of laughter from their friends.

I didn’t care. I marched across campus ignoring the fact that my face was burning red with shame and embarrassment. I had one goal in mind and that was to show Lisa what a truly amazing guy I could be. If I gave her the best birthday party she’d ever had maybe, just maybe, it would convince her to take a chance on the kind of us I wanted us to be.

I sighed my relief as I made it to the front door of our house. I nearly dropped the flowers fumbling with the key but managed to keep them from falling. With my hand on the door knob I took a deep breath and smiled.

This was going to be awesome.

The swell of laughter that burst out of the house as soon as I opened the door turned my face white and made my heart add a beat. Laughter? Who was here? Lisa was supposed to be spending her birthday alone, or preferably lounging on the couch pining for me and waiting until I got home.

I peeked over the top of the bouquet as another wave of laughter rolled through the hall. There had to be at least five, maybe six or seven other women in the house. I froze for a moment wondering who they could be. Then I heard Lisa’s voice.

“Cindy you little bitch you left the door open after your smoke!” Followed by the sound of footsteps walking through the living room.

I panicked. The last thing I wanted was to be dragged into a room full of ladies looking like I was on my way to the hospital after my wife had just given birth. I spun around and was about to dart down the stairs when I heard Lisa’s voice again.

“John? John is that you?”

My face went bright red. There was no way out. Maybe if I hadn’t had the flowers I could have pretended I’d been trying to break in and run away. There was no running with everything I was carrying. I let out a long sigh and turned around to accept my fate. My heart warmed at the sight of Lisa standing in the door smiling at me.

“It is you,” she said quietly. She looked at the flowers and made a sweet face. “Are those…are those for me?”

I shook my head and looked down at the ground. “I’m an idiot.”

“What? What are you talking about?” Lisa asked.

“I thought…I thought you were just going to be here all alone so I cancelled the kid I was supposed to be tutoring and…” I just couldn’t bring myself to say that I’d spent the afternoon shopping for these gifts for her. Standing there now with all those ladies cackling in the other room made it feel like and absurdly over-the-top gesture.

But Lisa didn’t laugh. She didn’t roll her eyes or drag me in to make fun of me in front of her girlfriends. She stood there looking at me with the most heart-wrenchingly sincere and loving expression on her face. “You did this for me?”

I nodded. “I did this for you. Kind of ridiculous huh?”

“Kind of amazing,” she replied.

“You’ve got company.”

Her soft expression faded as she realized what I meant. She glanced over her shoulder into the hall. “I didn’t know when you’d be home. I just invited a few friends over for a drink. We might go out later.”

Her admission was like a punch to the gut. How could I have gotten so far ahead of myself? Of course Lisa wasn’t just going to sit at home waiting for me. What a stupid thing to think.

“Are you going to come in?” she asked. “Or just stand there?” A smile flickered at one corner of her mouth. “Were you about to…run away?”

I closed my eyes and shook my head again. “This is really embarrassing,” I muttered. “Can I please just go put these somewhere and come back so your friends don’t…”

“Girl what the fuck is going on out he…oh. Hello.”

I tried to bury my face in my chest as one of Lisa’s friends popped up over her shoulder.

Lisa giggled. “Uh, Olivia this is my roommate John. John this is Olivia. She’s in one of my classes.”

Olivia snorted and rolled her eyes. “Yeah, right. What class is that? Twerking at the club on Friday one-oh-one?”

Olivia’s jab was like cold steel slicing through my chest. The vision of Lisa, who I’d elevated to a goddess-like status in my mind, who I already thought of as mine in some way, shaking her ass and grinding against some thug’s lap made me dizzy.

“Shut up, bitch,” Lisa growled playfully.

“You just gonna’ stand there holding those flowers or are you going to come in?” Olivia asked. She craned her neck to look at the bags I was holding. “Is that wine, roomie? Oh yeah. You’re coming inside. Girls it’s time to pahr-tay!” She threw her hands over her head and salsa’d her way back into the living room.

I looked into Lisa’s eyes, panicked. “I can still go. Please just let me go. This is…ugh, I’m so embarrassed.”

Lisa flashed a kind smile and put her hand on my arm. “Don’t be ridiculous. None of them bite. In fact the smart money says you’re going to be the belle of this ball, roomie,” she teased. She pulled me into the house.

I was mortified. I had a fleeting thought of dropping the flowers and presents in the hall and making a run for it up to my room. I was just trying to figure out how I’d barricade myself inside when Lisa pulled me into the living room.

The room went quiet. Six sets of eyes settled on me, deepening the embarrassing shame I felt.

“Say what?” someone whispered. “You getting engaged or something?”

“Everyone this is John,” Lisa said, shutting down the coming roasting with her tone. “He’s my roommate. He’s also the kind of guy you sluts will only ever dream about. A real gentleman.” She took the flowers for me leaving me with no defence against the prying eyes of her lady friends.

All six of them raised an eyebrow at the same time, I swear. Their eyes raked down my body, pausing at inappropriate places before looking up at me again.

“Well come on gentleman,” one of them said, waving me into the room. “Get in here so we can all share the love. No way we’re letting Lisa keep you to herself.”

Lisa leaned to one side and whispered. “That’s Abby. Watch out for her. She’s a total slut.”

“You shut up bitch!” Abby said, pointing at Lisa, to which all of them erupted into laughter again.

Lisa took the two bags I was carrying. “I’m going to go put these in some water,” she said. “Why don’t you go in and introduce yourself.”

I couldn’t think of a worse suggestion. I watched Lisa walk away with an impeding sense of doom at having to fend for myself with a room full of hot women who seemed to be, if I wasn’t mistaken, licking their chops as they leered at me. “I actually should probably go upstairs,” I said, forcing a smile. I’ve got a bunch of homework I forgot about and…”

“Like hell you’re going upstairs!” the cute little blonde called out bouncing out of the armchair where she’d been sitting. She walked up to me, her curvy ass swaying as she teetered on four inch heels. She put her hand on my arm. “Parties just getting started,” she whispered, then winked. “I’m Britney. Pleasure to meet you.”

Before I knew it I was being dragged into the middle of the circle of women.

“Spin him around. Let’s get a good look at him,” Olivia said, plopping down on the couch.

To my horror, Britney was only too happy to oblige. She turned me around until my ass was facing the group. I tried to keep spinning but she held me in place with her hand on my arm. I jumped as a smack landed on my ass. “What the…”

The women erupted into more laughter.

Britney squeezed my ass cheek. “Mm, Mm,” she said under her breath. “We’ve got a live one girls.”

More laughter.

Lisa came back into the room. She shook her head and rolled her eyes, grabbed Britney’s hand and removed it from my ass. “You’re all a bunch of whores,” she muttered, faking a glare at the women.

This elicited more chuckling from the group.

Lisa handed me an opened beer. “Here. This’ll take the edge off of these ladies.” She leaned in closer. “I’m sorry if I had known…”

“Hey don’t worry about it,” I said, shaking my head. “I should have said something. It was a stupid idea.”

She locked eyes with me. “It wasn’t. It was the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me. Come and sit down with us? Just for a little bit?”

I couldn’t say no to Lisa. Not when she looked at me with those puppy dog eyes. As much as I didn’t want to spend the next few hours with her friends, spending them with her would more than make up for any discomfort or awkwardness I was about to be subjected to.

Thankfully however, as I sat down next to Lisa on the love seat, the women all went back to chit-chatting amongst themselves. Lisa introduced me to Tara, a freckled red-head with a stunning body, Shelby, a six foot-two volleyball player that looked like an amazonian warrior woman, and Zoe, a black girl with huge tits and a generous caboose.

A few beers in and I was feeling much better. I even chatted with Zoe and Shelby a bit. Once they weren’t in mob mode they were actually both quite pleasant.

But as the afternoon wore on into the evening and the corks were popped on the wine I’d brought, things got a little rowdy.

Britney got up to go to the bathroom but Olivia grabbed her wrist, yanked her onto her lap and started making out with her.

My eyes popped wide open as I stared, because what guy wouldn’t.

Britney started giggling and trying to pull away. “I’m going to pee my pants!” she pleaded.

Olivia, who I could tell had had far too much to drink already, wouldn’t let her go. She kept nuzzling her neck and trying to shove her tongue in Britney’s mouth. It took Tara and Abby to wrestle Britney from her grasp.

Britney skipped off to the bathroom leaving Olivia hanging and hungry. She turned her attention to me. She grabbed an empty wine bottle and set it on the coffee table. “Who’s playing some spin the bottle with me?” she asked, wearing a lewd grin.

I glanced at Lisa and shook my head. “I think I’m out of here,” I whispered.

But instead of letting me go, Lisa put her palm on the back of my hand and started rubbing it. “Are you sure? The party’s just getting going.”

I looked at the other ladies, three of which were engrossed in conversation. Olivia was eyeing me with a wicked grin, like she would have eaten me whole if she’d been the only one there.

“Spin the bottle?” I asked Lisa. “Really?”

Lisa leaned sideways and pressed her breasts against my arm. She brought her lips so close to my ear I could feel her warm breath on my skin. “Could be fun,” she whispered.

When I looked at her there was mischief in her eyes. I couldn’t decide whether it was the good kind or dangerous. All I knew is that I was exactly where I wanted to be. Next to Lisa. I would have gone to hell and back for that chance. Dealing with a bunch of drunk women didn’t seem nearly as daunting. What the hell. I decided to stay.

Britney returned from the bathroom and sat down next to Olivia on the couch.

“Good thing you’re back. We’re just about to play some spin the bottle.”

“Ooh fun!” Britney said, clapping her hands together and bouncing up and down in her seat. “Who’s going first?” she asked.

Olivia flashed her a look like she was crazy. “Whoever wins the spin, bitch,” she said.

I settled back into my seat and said a prayer that it wouldn’t be me. With any luck I could get through this with minimum embarrassment. I looked over at Lisa smiling next to me and my heart soared. It wasn’t going to be such a bad birthday surprise after all.

Olivia reached across the table and laid the bottle down on it’s side. She looked at me and waved me to come spin.

The other women giggled.

Lisa smiled at me.

“Uh…how come I have to go first?” I asked.

The women exchanged puzzled glances, then started laughing.

I looked at Lisa, confused about what was going on. Spin the bottle meant the spinner would have to kiss whoever the bottle pointed at when it stopped spinning. I didn’t really want to be stuck kissing one of the other girls in front of Lisa. They were all pretty hot but I was hot for her.

“You’re the only that spins,” Lisa explained, still smiling.

What? This only confused me further. That didn’t make any sense. Did she actually want me to kiss other women? Was this just another game of hers?

“Fuck it I’m spinning,” Olivia said, obviously running out of patience. She leaned over the bottle and twisted it, setting it spinning on the table.

I watched it with a growing unease. As it slowed it became clear that it was going to be pointing straight at me. I glanced at Olivia and contemplated what it would be like to kiss her, since she’d been the one to spin.

“Oh shit,” Olivia said, leaning over to spin the bottle again.

“Wait, what? I don’t think I get it,” I said, my eyes darting around the room. “Aren’t we supposed to…I mean, the bottle was pointing toward me.”

Olivia looked at me like I was being an idiot. “I’ve gotta spin the bottle again, roomie,” she said. “Unless you’re about to tell me you can suck your own dick.”

I turned to Lisa with wide eyes as Olivia set the bottle spinning again. To my relief she looked as concerned as I felt. “What’s going on?” I whispered.

After a moment she reached out and clapped her hand down on the bottle.

“Hey what the fuck?!” Olivia cried.

Lisa levelled her with a stern gaze. “No blowjobs. Hands only.”

My jaw dropped. What?!? What the hell was going on here?

Olivia scowled at Lisa before cracking a grin and glancing at the other women. “Looks like someone’s got a crush on roomie,” she teased. “Want to keep her man all to herself.”

The women chuckled.

Lisa sat back in her chair but didn’t argue with what Olivia had said.

Which I found flattering, disturbed as I was by the game I’d apparently just agreed to play. “Hang on a second,” I said.

But it was too late. Olivia had already reached out and twisted the bottle again. It was whirling around the table, droplets of wine flying from it’s mouth.

“What’s going on here?” I asked, turning to Lisa in a panic.

Lisa smiled and licked her lips.

The other women were all staring at me.

With my panic rising I nearly bolted out of the room.

“It’s just a stupid game we play when there’s more girls than guys,” Lisa explained. “Whoever gets picked has a minute to make you come.”

“What?!?” I squawked.

“No pussy though!” Abby chimed in.

Another round of laughter made it’s way around the room.

“It’s usually either mouths or hands,” Lisa said, then scowled. “But I don’t want that nice cock of yours touching any filthy whore mouths,” she said, flashing a fake glare at the other women.

“Oh yeah cause who did I walk in on in the bathroom at Apollo’s three weeks ago?” Olivia said. “Face stuffed with a foot-long of dark meat?”

The other women burst into a chorus of oh's and ah’s, like they were trying to taunt a fight out of the two women.

If Olivia’s twerking comment had felt like a cold blade in my chest, hearing her say she’d walked in on Lisa giving someone a blowjob in the bathroom at a club felt like someone twisting the hilt. I turned to look at Lisa.

Her cheeks were a little red but her expression was defiant. “Just getting the job done your drunk ass couldn’t,” Lisa said, her lips forming into a sinister, tight-lipped smile.

The women all burst into laughter and heckling directed at Olivia for this latest taunt.

I couldn’t peel my eyes away from Lisa. All I could envision was her on her knees on a nasty bathroom floor blowing some black guy. And, to my absolute horror, my cock was almost rock-hard between my legs.

No. I couldn’t go through with this.

“I think…I think maybe I should go,” I said, glancing at Lisa out of the corner of my eye.

Her tough-girl fight-face melted into a look of worry. “What? Why?” she asked, narrowing her eyes.

Seriously?

“I don’t…I just don’t think I want to…”

The bottle came to a stop on the table. It was pointed straight at Lisa.

I could hear my heart pounding in my ears.

“What’s it gonna’ be roomie?” Olivia taunted. “You gonna’ bail?”

Lisa lowered her eyes. “You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to,” she whispered. “It’s kind of a stupid game.”

Except now that there was a possibility of Lisa touching me, I wasn’t so sure I wanted to go. I wasn’t sure I could stand the humiliation of being masturbated in front of six strange women, either.

I looked at the other women and felt a swell of courage come from a reserve I didn’t know I had. Maybe it was Lisa that inspired it. I had it bad for her. My mind wouldn’t stop replaying what Olivia had said about her on her knees. I just wanted to feel her touch on me again, no matter what the circumstances.

I stared at each of the women for longer than I normally would have looked anyone in the eye. A few of them even looked away. “Alright,” I said, standing up off the love seat. “How do we do this?”

Britney and Tara exchanged shocked glances. The room burst out into laughter, applause and hoots as the women cheered me on.

“How we do this is you get your clothes off so we can get a look at you!” Olivia shouted above the din.

I glanced at Lisa to see her cheeks red and a wide smile stretched across her lips. Grabbing my shirt I hauled it up and over my head.

The girls burst into more applause and a bunch of “oh yeah’s” as I bared my torso. I caught sight of Zoe looking at me like she was ready to devour me. It went to my head a bit.

“Get those pants off too, roomie!” Olivia shouted.

Closing my eyes, I undid my button and pushed my pants and underwear down around my ankles. When I stood back up my face was burning red.

The women stared, purring their appreciation at my engorged organ.

“Oh my god he’s so hard already!” Britney squealed, covering her mouth with her hands.

“Hearing about his slut roommate got him all excited!” Olivia said, laughing.

As Lisa stood up off the love seat and came to stand next to me she shot me a worried glance.

My cock jumped at what Olivia had said.

For a split second Lisa’s eyes widened in what must have been surprise.

“See that? He does like it!” Abby crowed.

Lisa looked down at my cock with what seemed like appreciation. Reaching out, she wrapped her hand around it and gave it a stroke.

My ass flexed as pleasure ballooned inside me.

“Hey!” Olivia barked. “None of that touchy-feely shit! This is a jerk-off not a fucking love in! Now get stroking. Timer’s on!”

Lisa pressed her cheek against mine. “Just pretend they’re not here,” she whispered. Gripping me harder she started tugging my cock back and forth.

A few seconds into it I could already feel cum seeping from my balls into my cock. I started breathing deep, not sure what the point of all this was. Was I supposed to come quickly? Did that mean Lisa would win? What was the prize if she did?

Gazing down at Lisa I found her stare fixated on my prick. There was nothing loving or tender about the way she was stroking me. She was all business. I guess that was part of the game? But any touch I could get from Lisa I would take. Even if it meant enduring the humiliation of being masturbated in front of a room full of randy ladies.

“Thirty seconds,” Olivia threatened from her seat.

Lisa’s cheeks got a little redder as she redoubled her efforts. She started breathing a little heavier for the effort.

I grunted as I felt the first twinge of a climax shoot through my cock.

“Ten seconds,” Olivia growled.

“Tell him about the time you let Jordan fuck you in the ass at the beach!” someone shrieked.

The vision of Jordan’s cock being stuffed into Lisa’s ass blossomed in my mind. I groaned as the first spurt of ejaculate raced through my shaft, came shooting out the tip of my cock and splattered all over the wine bottle on the coffee table.

The women all started to cheer.

Through the cobwebs of pleasure shrouding my mind I could still see Lisa lying on her stomach on the beach taking Jordan’s cock inside her. I conjured up the vision of the root of it twitching, spilling seed into her dark back hole. Finally, just as my climax was closing, I saw the image of him pulling his flagging organ out of her coated in semen.

Jealousy and heat twisted through me and my cock jumped one last time, sending a final fleck of cum sailing through the air and nearly hitting Olivia in the face.

She shrieked, covered her face with her hands and ducked out of the way just in time.

A heavy post-orgasmic shame came over me. I couldn’t believe I was standing in a circle of women naked with my cock in Lisa’s hand. I couldn’t believe she’d just jerked me to release in front of all of them. This was seriously perverted.

Lisa stood up and wiped her brow with the back of her hand. She looked around the room panting. “Okay,” she said, trying to catch her breath. “What’d I win?”

As it turned out the evening was just getting started. But not for me.

With the women good and drunk on the wine I’d bought they picked up their purses as if nothing had happened. Chatting amongst themselves they made their way to the door.

I sheepishly put my pants and shirt back on.

Lisa stayed in the living room with me. She waited to say anything until all of the other women were in the hall. “That was…impressive,” she said quietly.

I snickered. “What? That I lasted all of a minute?”

“That you did it at all. I don’t think the John I met three weeks ago would have done something like that,” she said.

“I have no fucking idea why the John that’s here right now did that,” I muttered.

Lisa laughed. “So listen we’re going out. You should come with us.” It would have been convincing if it weren’t for the slight hesitation between the two sentences.

“You don’t mean that,” I said.

“No really. It’ll be fun.”

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“Probably Apollo’s,” she replied.

“Dancing? Not really my thing.”

She looked genuinely disappointed. “John if I had known what you were doing I wouldn’t have invited the girls over.”

“It’s okay. It totally is. You should…you should go out and have a good time.” It almost killed me to say it. It seemed like the last thing I would want her to do. To go out there, to Apollo’s, where she could get up to all kinds of badness.

But something had shifted inside me. The thought of Lisa hooking up with someone still racked me with a certain jealousy. But now, instead of wanting to cling to her, to shelter her from whatever lay in wait out there in the big bad world, I felt a hunger to know what would happen if I let her go.

Was she really that big of a slut? Would she find some meat head to fuck her? Would she suck his dick? It was nasty and I couldn’t believe I was even entertaining the notion that I might enjoy it.

Maybe I wanted to know if I could stand it or if it would break me now that I’d gotten to know her so well and wanted her so much. Or maybe I just wanted to let her know that she could have what she wanted and still be with me. That the two weren’t mutually exclusive.

“I feel like I’m leaving you behind,” Lisa said, tearing me from my thoughts.

I looked into her eyes, suddenly overwhelmed with angst at letting her go. “Are you…are you going to…”

Lisa let out a breath and her expression turned serious. As if she knew what I wanted to ask even without me saying it. “Maybe I should stay,” she whispered.

“Let’s get it on girl!” someone called out from the front door.

I knew somehow that this moment was important. What happened in that living room would shape what we became. And I knew I had to accept Lisa for who she was. We hadn’t made any promises. Weren’t exclusive. If she found someone to have a good time with I’d either be able to deal with it or I wouldn’t. But begging her to stay was not the answer. Of that I was certain. “You should go.”

Lisa nodded. She turned toward the hallway.

“Lisa?”

She looked back at me.

“Be careful?”

She stepped back in front of me and wrapped her arms around my neck. “I…”

The single syllable hung in the air above us. Just three more words would have made me the happiest man alive that evening.

…love you, John.

She pulled away and looked into my eyes. “I will,” she said. “I promise.”

And then she was gone.

I lived through the six longest hours of my life that night. Pacing around the house. Trying to sleep. I drank four beers in the hopes that I’d pass out. I didn’t. Nothing could calm me down. All I could think of was Lisa gyrating wildly on the dance floor with some other guy or, worse yet, on her knees in the bathroom sucking him off.

I was in the kitchen draining the last of the wine from a bottle at one in the morning when the front door swung open. I spun around to see a very drunk and very dishevelled Lisa stumble into the hallway on her heels.

I sighed in relief. No matter what had happened while she’d been gone, she was back now. It was just the two of us again.

Propping herself up against the wall, Lisa tugged the straps around her ankles open. She kicked off her heels and looked up. Our eyes met. She looked delighted to see me. Throwing her clutch on the floor she didn’t bother to close the door, instead scampering over to where I was standing in the kitchen. She threw her arms around my neck and squeezed me tight against her body. “I missed you,” she whispered.

She couldn’t have picked three better words to say.

I tipped her head back and tried to kiss her.

“No hold on! Wait!” she said, squirming out of my grasp. She pressed her cheek against mine. “I have a surprise for you.”

That was…surprising. She seemed too drunk to care about anything but tumbling into bed. “What is it?” I asked.

Lisa gazed into my eyes, hers looking decidedly bleary. “You know that thing Olivia said? When we were playing the game?”

“What thing?” I asked, a vague unease forming in my belly.

“That thing about me blowing a guy in the bathroom.”

My chest constricted. Oh god. Had it happened again? “Uh…sure,” I muttered.

“You liked it.”

My eyes shot wide open. “What?”

“You liked it. I know you did. Your cock got so hard in my hand,” she said, slurring her speech. “And then when she told you about Jordan fucking my ass you totally blew your wad, John. You fucking came all over the table when she said that.”

“I don’t…I didn’t…”

Lisa pressed up against me. She narrowed her eyes, her body swaying from side to side. A wicked smile curled along her mouth. “Admit it,” she hissed. “Admit it before your surprise shows up,” she said, lowering her chin and looking at me from under her brow.

Everything clicked into place as I looked over Lisa’s shoulder at the open front door. She wasn’t just being drunk or careless when she’d left it open. She’d meant to do that. Because there was someone else that was going to be walking through that door behind her. I looked back into Lisa’s eyes, my stomach hollowing at what she’d cooked up. “You brought someone home?” I asked, my voice tight.

Lisa kissed my cheek. “I brought someone home,” she whispered. “For you, John. For us.” She stepped, putting a hand on my chest to keep me in place. On her way out of the kitchen she turned off the light, leaving me in darkness. She walked into the living room, turned the table lamp on, then walked back and turned the hallway light off.

A figure emerged from the dark night just as she flicked the switch. A lumbering mountain of a man dressed all in black, his skin almost as dark as his clothes. He wore the perpetual scowl of large men who have to step aside for no one and always get what they want. “Where’d you go baby?” he said, wrapping a thick arm around Lisa’s midriff and pulling her toward him.

Lisa giggled. Not her usual laugh. This was put on. An act. A play at an innocent school girl who had no clue what this brute was doing in her apartment this late at night or what he might do to her if she let him stay.

It was charming. And it was fucking hot.

“I told you I almost peed myself in your car!” she said, another laugh bubbling up out of her.

The redwood-sized stranger peered down his nose at her. His nostrils flared as he wrapped a fist in her blonde hair and tugged her head to one side exposing her neck. He leaned over her and sniffed a line up her fair skin like he was snorting coke. “Fuck you smell good, bitch,” he growled.

Lisa’s giggle assuaged the swell of possessive anger that rumbled through me. Probably a good thing, too. Shrouded in darkness as I was, I was fairly certain Thugy McThugface didn’t know I was there. Jumping out of the shadows to save my damsel in distress would have most likely ended in me getting a black eye, or worse.

The guy looked hard. Prison hard.

My heart stopped when he let go of Lisa’s hair and looked up. Right into my eyes. I held my breath waiting for an outburst, or for his hand to reach into his jacket if he was packing. I sucked in a quiet breath as his gaze wandered away.

“You all alone in this place?” he asked.

“I have a roommate but don’t worry about him. He’s sleeping. Hey what’d you say your name was again?” Lisa looked up at him all smiles.

“Josiah. What you need to know that for?”

Lisa shrugged. “I like to know a guys name before I suck his dick.”

My heart jumped into my throat.

“Call me Jo,” he said. He glanced at the stairs. “Up there?” he asked, nodding at the stairs.

“No. I don’t want to wake John. Come in here. The couch is comfortable.”

“Anything going to be comfortable with my dick in that sweet mouth.”

I clutched at the counter as he grabbed Lisa by the neck and locked lips with her in a possessive kiss. His other hand drifted down to her ass, kneading the orb of flesh.

It was as stunning a moment as I could have imagined. At once beautiful and soul-crushing, watching the woman I craved so desperately for myself give herself to another man. I don’t know if there’s a word to describe the emotion that was pulsing through me, making my cock throb. It felt like jumping off a cliff with no parachute but somehow knowing everything was going to be okay. It was surreal.

As Jo moved Lisa into the living room I slipped across the kitchen in socked feet and into the hall. Stepping into the pool of light cast by the table lamp was terrifying. I realized I wasn’t going to be able to peek around the corner the way I’d hoped. Gah! Would Lisa’s whole plan be ruined? Would I be forced to listen to the sounds of her sucking off Josiah just a few feet away from me but unable to see it?

My heart soared as the table lamp clicked off, the only light in the house now coming from the yellowish orange glow of the streetlight outside.

“What’s the matter?” Jo growled. “You don’t like to see what you’re eating?”

Lisa giggled. “I can see just fine. I don’t want some innocent bystander to see me debasing myself.”

A slow chuckle rolled out of Josiah. “Debasing,” he muttered. “I like that.”

I slipped an inch to the right and felt like I was flying as I watched Lisa slip off the couch and onto her knees. Her hands slid up Josiah’s pant legs until her fingers found the hardening bulge she’d been searching for. Her eyes opened a little wider. She looked up and into his eyes.

Josiah flashed a toothy grin. Hoisting his ass up off the couch, he tucked his thumbs into the waist band of his pants and shoved them off his hips.

My jaw dropped.

An elephant-trunk of a cock rose up from his lap, swaying above his pelvis in a languid wave looking like an actual pachyderm saying “hello.”

Lisa’s mouth fell open and her eyes went even wider as she surveyed the monstrous organ. “Holy shit,” she whispered, then looked up into Josiah’s eyes. “Are you fucking serious?”

Josiah was grinning like a kid at Christmas. “What’s the matter?” he asked. “You never had a BBC?”

“Uh, not one this size,” Lisa admitted, unable to tear her gaze away from the formidable member.

“Don’t be scared, baby,” Josiah reassured. “It’ll only hurt a little going into your sweet pussy.”

This caused Lisa to look up and meet his gaze. “I’m not fucking you tonight,” she said, shaking her head.

Josiah scowled. “Well shit,” he said. “The fuck I come all the way up here for?”

“Oh I’ll make it worth your while,” Lisa said. “But I’m not fucking you. If that’s gonna’ be a problem…”

Josiah shook his head. “Ain’t no problem,” he said. “You gonna’ get to work or what?”

Lisa seemed relieved at this as the tension left her shoulders. Her hands moved around the cock like she was scared to touch it. “I’m not really sure where to start with something this big.”

Josiah laughed. “Here,” he said. “Let me give you hand.” He grabbed her hand and slapped it against his thickening muscle.

Lisa shuddered. “Holy shit,” she whispered, squeezing the hardening meat. Pursing her lips, she worked up a gob of saliva and spat it at his wrinkled foreskin. She worked the lubricant around with her palm, simultaneously peeling back the leathery skin.

My cock was already throbbing between my legs. The jealousy I’d first felt at hearing Jordan fuck Lisa was nowhere to be found. My body was pulsing with a deep and profound excitement at what I was witnessing.

I gasped as Lisa exposed the brownish-purple head of Josiah’s cock.

Her mouth fell open and she licked her lips. Leaning forward, her tongue fluttered out as she tasted the ridge of his glans.

I clenched my hands into fists as she turned, letting the back of her head rest against his stomach, and locked eyes with me.

A smile full of wonder and mischief rippled across her lips. She swung the black club, slapping herself on the cheek, then across the lips. She snarled as she licked it, then pouted and arched her brow in an innocent expression as she kissed the tip.

Blood surged to my groin. What a sight. What a juxtaposition. One moment the picture of innocence, the next a well-worn tramp. Angel and succubus. Madonna and whore.

Her mouth stretched open and she swung up over the head of Josiah’s prick. The tip slipped in easily. Wrapping both hands around the swollen girth of his shaft, she began choking down that monster, a fairy trying to swallow a snake.

Josiah put a hand on the back of her head. He scowled and let out a breath. “Fuck, bitch, you been around,” he said, pushing her lower over his cock.

Lisa didn’t notice or, if she did, didn’t care. Her sense of purpose in that moment couldn’t have been more clear. As inch after inch disappeared into her mouth a bulge formed in her neck. And still her cheeks hollowed, sucking the now-hard muscle like she was trying to remove Josiah’s very soul from his body through his dick.

As Lisa choked and chuffed and gagged, Josiah kept pressing her lower until her lips were touching the hand holding his cock. He leaned his head back against the couch and groaned.

When he took his hand off the back of her head Lisa slowly pulled off of his cock, leaving a glistening trail of saliva and bile coating the dark skin. As her mouth popped off the tip she drew in a deep breath.

My heart thundered inside my chest.

“Too much for you?” Josiah asked, looking down into Lisa’s eyes.

“Not on your fucking life,” she said, swallowing half of him again. She pressed her fingers against her mouth and started to bob up and down on the now fully inflated member. The slippery slickety sound of her lips gliding along his shaft filled the room.

I don’t know how long she spent milking his meat. Her stamina was staggering. Her hands twisted around the root of his cock as her mouth worked the tip. Every so often she’d come up for air and after taking a breath would spit another glob of saliva at the head and rub it with her palm.

Josiah watched her blonde locks of hair bouncing along her shoulders as she worked. His ass started to rise off the sofa seat. He put a hand on her neck and closed his eyes. “Fuck girl, you gonna’ make me nut,” he grunted.

Lisa kept up the pace, fucking his cock with her face and her hands. Her eyes darted sideways and met mine.

I’d never seen a dirtier thing in my life than Lisa’s mouth stuffed full of Josiah’s hard cock.

“Here comes,” he grunted.

Stretching her mouth open wider, Lisa sank down onto his cock, taking nearly the whole thing down her throat.

My gaze fixated on the root just as it started flexing and pulsing, shooting hot sperm into her belly.

Josiah grunted. His hips rose up higher in the air. He kept Lisa firmly in place on his member. As his orgasm crested he groaned, his nuts tightening up between his legs as his body made it’s delivery.

The moment was magically dirty.

Then his hips fell, he exhaled. His leg twitched a bit. His hand drifted down over Lisa’s back.

Lisa moved her face back and forth, caressing the head of his member with the inside of her neck.

This made him twitch one last time. His cock jumped, a final emission of hot seed gushing down Lisa’s throat.

It proved too much. She gagged, gurgled, then gagged again. A wad of his ejaculate flew out of her nostril and landed with a wet smack against Josiah’s leg. She drew him out of herself and sucked in a deep breath. Her lips were covered with cum.

She swallowed what was still left in her mouth. Using a finger, she collected the rest of his jizz from her mouth and sucked it off the tip. Her mouth fell open and she stuck out her tongue, displaying for him the fruit of his loins and her labor.

Josiah chuckled and shook his head. “Good girl,” he whispered, patting her ass.

Lisa closed her mouth and made a show of swallowing the remainder of his cum.

Josiah let out a contented sigh. “You sure you don’t want to ride the rocket before bedtime?” he asked.

Lisa smiled as she stood up.

Josiah seemed to know the answer. Rising up off the couch he hauled his pants back up, tucking the deflating monster in. “You’re something special,” he said, rubbing her cheek with his thumb.

Lisa kissed it. She shot me a glance out of the corner of her eye.

I got the message. As Josiah leaned down to kiss her cheek I crept back into the kitchen, into the corner where the fridge was, to wait for him to leave. I heard them muttering something in the hallway but was far too distracted to care what they were saying.

My cock was iron-hard and all I could think about was what I’d just seen.

The door clicked shut. A few seconds later Lisa appeared at the door to the kitchen.

She bit her lip as she stared at me.

We stood in the silence and darkness trying to get a feeling for what was shifting between us. At least that’s what I was doing. It was hard to wrap my head around how beautiful Lisa looked to me in that moment, despite what I’d just seen her do.

After a long silence she padded across the kitchen floor and pressed herself against me. “What do you think?” she whispered.

“I think…I think you’re amazing,” I answered.

Lisa grabbed my pants and yanked them off as she sank to her knees in front of me. “You liked it?” she asked.

I nodded.

“You liked seeing me sucking that big black dick?” she asked, wrapping her hand around my cock.

I groaned as I tried not to come from her touch. I nodded again, my eyes riveted to hers as she stared up at me.

She opened her mouth and her tongue flicked out. She slathered the tip of my cock with it, licking it like a lollipop before popping the head into her mouth and giving it a long suck. “Say it,” she panted, after pulling me out of her mouth.

“I…” My throat was so tight I could barely speak. “I loved seeing you suck on that big black dick.”

Lisa’s eyes rolled back into her head. Her free hand shot between her legs, fingers peeling her underwear away from her sex, then rubbing the petals of her flower before finding her clit and spinning circles around it. As she put her mouth over the head of my cock again she moaned in pleasure.

My cock throbbed as her cheeks hollowed. I gripped the counter, bracing myself against it as she bobbed back and forth on my cock, holding the root in a fist.

The movie of Lisa peering at me from behind Josiah’s black cock, slapping her face with it, played over and over in my mind.

Lisa mewled, the sound travelling up my cock and vibrating against my prostate. Her fingers started to move faster, spinning tight circles around her clit as she sucked me off.

My body began to shake. I held onto the counter, worried that I might actually take off if I didn’t hold onto something. The heat built between my legs. My nuts went tight.

Lisa beat me to it. A moment before my climax hit she moaned and I heard the sound of wet splattering on the kitchen tile. Her head slowed as she savoured her orgasm. Then, as it faded, she opened her eyes and looked right up into mine. Pulling her mouth off my cock she left it open and stuck her tongue out. “You ready?” she whispered, a small smile lurking on the corner of her mouth.

“Fuck yes,” I grunted.

Lisa stroked her hand to the head of my cock then back to the root. Slow and steady, she squeezed me harder in her grip as I inched towards release. When I thought I was going to blow she paused at the tip of my cock and pinched my glans, then released.

A hot blob of semen shot out of the tip of my prick. It landed squarely on Lisa’s pink tongue. I roared as an orgasm enveloped me, making me shake.

Lisa’s hand kept stroking, pinching the tip each time she got to it, draining my balls onto her waiting tongue. When it was clear I was finished, she shook my cock, sending the last flecks of seed splattering into her mouth. She played with the cum. Rolling it over and under tongue, she let some of it slip out of her mouth. It clung to her lips, oozing lower, sticky and stringy. Just when I thought it was going to drip on the front of her dress, she slurped it back in and swallowed.

After a moment she opened her mouth and showed me what a good girl she’d been. Grabbing my hand, she stood up and let her dress fall back down over her thighs. She stared into my eyes for a long time. The not so faint scent of semen wafted from her mouth each time she opened it to speak.

“Still like it?” she asked.

I shook my head.

Lisa frowned. “Not anymore?”

“No, that’s not what I meant,” I whispered. “I just can’t believe it. I can’t believe you did that.”

She raised an eyebrow at what I’d said. “Can’t believe it in a good way? Or a bad way?” she asked.

“In any way at all,” I said. “You’re amazing.”

The sound of her laughter made me feel better. But as my post-coital peace waned a finger of angst or worry, something unwanted, scratched the base of my brain.

“What is it?” Lisa asked. “Your expression just changed.”

I gazed into her eyes, scared of revealing what I really craved. Not the base relief that came with each release she’d orchestrated but a deeper connection. “Can I sleep in your room tonight?” I said, my heart pattering at the possibility of rejection.

Her smile faded but not the light dancing in her eyes. She picked up my hand in hers and turned toward the hall. She led me up the stairs and into the room I’d been dreaming of sharing with her for nearly a month. But despite my excitement I couldn’t keep the questions my brain kept throwing at me, at bay.

“You going to sleep in your clothes?” Lisa asked, smiling as she pulled her dress off over her head.

My eyes wandered to her breasts as she unclasped her bra behind her back and shrugged it off. God how I wanted to kneel in front of her and slurp one of her stiff pink nipples into my mouth. I pushed my pants off but kept my underwear on, following her lead. Then I followed her under the covers, slipping close to her body, wrapping and arm around her chest and pulling her in tight to me. I took a deep breath, savouring the strawberry scent of her hair and skin.

“Better?” Lisa asked.

“Better,” I echoed. I wasn’t lying. But I wanted more. I wanted us to be a thing. “Lisa?” I whispered, kissing her bare back.

She smiled over her shoulder at me. “What is it?”

My nerves were tingling but I knew there was only one way to approach this. Head on. “I want to be with you.” I squeezed my eyes shut tight after I said it. As if that would somehow dampen my disappointment if her answer wasn’t what I wanted to hear.

“You are with me, silly,” she giggled.

“I mean for real,” I explained. “Do you think that could ever happen?” I couldn’t help but notice that she stopped breathing for a few seconds. A bad sign? Possibly.

Lisa wriggled out of my grasp and rolled over on the bed to face me. Her eyes were friendly, searching mine as if there were something there that would help her answer my question. “You’re an amazing person, John,” she whispered, touching my cheek.

My heart sank. How many declarations of true love start with those words? None that I’d ever heard of. “But I’m not your type,” I said, offering her a way out. I wanted Lisa to be my girlfriend so badly. But I wanted her to be happy more than anything. If this wasn’t meant to be, if she didn’t feel it, I wasn’t going to stand in her way or try to win her over.

Lisa giggled. “I just haven’t dated a guy like you. You’re so nice. Kind and thoughtful and caring. You’re always doing sweet things.”

“Is there something wrong with that?”

She laughed again. “No. Of course there isn’t. I’m just not used to it. Not a lot of guys are built that way, you know?”

I was lost. I had no idea what she was trying to say. She didn’t seem terribly excited by the idea of dating me. But she wasn’t rejecting it outright, either. “What do you want in a guy?” I asked.

Lisa smiled. “All of the things I just listed, I guess.” Her eyes wandered down my chest.

“That’s not all though is it?”

She looked back up into my eyes. “I…don’t know…”

“Yes you do,” I prodded. There was something about the way she denied it that rang hollow.

Her expression turned serious.

“Just say it,” I urged.

She shook her head. “I don’t want to hurt you,” she finally admitted.

The words stabbed into my chest and twisted. “It’s okay. I want you to be honest with me.” I wasn’t sure that was what I wanted. Could I stand whatever it was she was going to say? I did know, however, that I couldn’t live with not knowing. So I braced myself, ready to pick up the fractured pieces of my soul and crawl back to my room to try and put myself back together.

“I…” She paused, holding her breath.

“It’s okay,” I promised. “Just get it over with.” Whatever it was, it couldn’t be good that she was having this hard of a time saying it.

“I really like fucking,” she whispered. Her hand drifted across my chest, down to my abs. She pressed her palm against them.

“We can do that,” I said, my voice infused with far more excitement than I’d meant to reveal.

Lisa threw her head back and laughed at this. “Somehow I thought you might say that,” she said. She shook her head. “I don’t think…I don’t think I want to do that with you.”

My heart sank. It must have showed on my face as well.

Lisa touched my cheek. “That came out the wrong way. What I meant is that I don’t want you to fuck me. I want us to make love.”

My chest swelled with so much love for her I thought it might crack open. “I’m so happy to hear you say that,” I said, leaning forward and trying to kiss her.

She smiled, her lips a little tighter this time, and pushed me away with a hand on my chest. “Not…not tonight,” she said.

“Why not?” I asked, my tone now way too close to begging for my liking.

Lisa stared deep into my eyes. “I really like you, John. Like really, really.”

My throat tightened and I felt the salty prick of tears in the corner of my eyes. For fuck’s sake, John. Crying? Really? I put my hand over hers on my chest. “Lisa, I think…no. Not think. I know. I’m in love with you.”

She nibbled on her lower lip. Her eyes fell to the sheets, distant and searching. She looked at me again. “I’m in love with you, too,” she whispered.

My cock went rigid. I wrapped a hand around her wrist and tried to roll over onto her on the bed. Isn’t that what women liked? A man that took charge? A good fucking? My eyes darted to her breasts. The nipples were hard and poking out from the soft flesh. I smelled the scent of her arousal waft up from between her legs as I worked a knee between them. Then I caught her staring at me.

“We can do it like this if you want to, John,” Lisa said, no anger or animosity in her voice. “But I don’t. I don’t want my mouth to taste like another man’s cum the first time I feel you inside of me.”

The statement sent anxiety stabbing from the back of my neck down to my groin. My cock flexed against her leg. I couldn’t help but groan when I felt her fingers wrap around it.

“Oh my god you’re so hard,” she whispered. “I want you so badly right now.” She stroked my cock with her hand and closed her eyes.

“We could do it,” I panted. “Pretend it never happened.” My whole being was focused with laser precision on what it would feel like to slip into her tight pussy. “No one would know,” I added.

“We would,” Lisa replied, rubbing my cock tenderly.

Deep in the softest part of my heart I knew she was right. That didn’t make my cock ache any less. Tendrils of pleasure crawled up my spine at her continued stroking. “I just want you so badly,” I said, closing my eyes and focusing on the way her hand felt on my member.

“I want you too, John. But let’s wait. Please? I promise it’ll be worth it.”

I took a deep breath and opened my eyes again. I was on the edge of another orgasm. It took all my effort to reach down between her legs and push her hand away.

“What’s wrong?” she said, her face falling into a frown.

“Nothing. That felt amazing. I don’t…I want to wait. I want to wait until you’re ready. I don’t want it to just be about…”

“Yourself?” she asked, smiling. She shook her head. “You’re incredible. I’m so happy I met you.” She leaned forward and kissed me softly on the lips. Then she rolled over and wiggled her back against my chest and closed her eyes.

It took a good hour for my erection to fade. When I finally fell asleep I was racked with dreams of making love to Lisa. I’d never been a happier man.

We spent all of Sunday in bed together. We didn’t fuck. We didn’t make love. We didn’t fool around. We ate breakfast in bed. Watched Netflix together. Talked about the lives we dreamed of leading. We kissed a lot.

At night we ordered pizza and ate it in bed watching movies. Although I had a hard time keeping my eyes on the screen. I couldn’t stop staring at Lisa. I’m not sure if she noticed. If she did, she didn’t say anything.

The next week was surreal. Despite my hectic course load we spent every minute we could together. Lisa even started going to class. She told me it was to keep her mind off of me when I wasn’t there.

It was so sweet.

But we stopped fooling around completely. It was kind of exciting. Our friendship-turned-relationship had started in such a sexual way. It was sort of fun to reclaim a chastity and pretend we were saving ourselves for each other.

Except sometimes at night when the lights were off and we were both on the cusp of sleep, Lisa would roll over and whisper dirty things in my ear.

“Do you want to watch me fuck another man, John?”

I wouldn’t say anything when she came out with that. I’d just lie there with my eyes closed, my cock bulging under the sheets as I listened.

I’m not quite sure what this did for Lisa. But she loved it. She loved teasing me, conjuring up nasty visions of her in all sorts of debauched positions with her whispers.

This went on for weeks. And as much as it should have been frustrating – after a couple of weeks I more or less had a permanent semi-erection – the energy and friction it built between us made all the time we spent together that much more amazing.

The end of the semester came. Papers were due. Exams.

Lisa had actually somehow managed to revive the corpse of her academic career and got kind of excited about doing well.

We spent time studying in the library together.

The week of finals was gruelling. We barely saw each other at all but texted almost constantly. When I finally signed my name at the top of my last exam on a Friday afternoon I kicked my heels as I was leaving the building. I shot Lisa a quick text asking where she was.

I knew her last exam had ended earlier that day. She’d said that she’d wait for me to celebrate but hadn’t told me what her plan was.

Come home.

The two word text made me break into a run towards our apartment. When I got to the door I was panting and sweaty. I couldn’t wait to see what Lisa had cooked up. Was she waiting for me naked on the bed? Would this finally be the moment I’d been waiting for? Would I feel the inside of her for the first time?

Before I could put my hand on the doorknob to open the door it swung open. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of Lisa wearing a simple black dress that hugged her curves. She was wearing four inch-heels and had curled her hair. “Oh my god. You look amazing,” I said, breathless.

She smiled and took my hand.

My heart skipped a beat as she led me inside.

She took my computer bag and set it down on the ground. Then she picked up a scarf and covered my eyes with it, stepped around me and tied it at the back of my head.

I let out a nervous laugh, not sure what she was up to.

Lisa didn’t say a word. She put a hand on the small of my back and carefully led me up the stairs.

I knew by the smell of it that she led me into her room.

She put her hand over mine and placed it on the back of a chair standing in the center of the room. She helped me sit, then walked around behind me and untied the scarf.

My jaw fell and my eyes bugged at the sight that was revealed as she pulled the scarf off of my eyes.

Josiah was laying on the bed, his legs hanging over the end, his head propped up with pillows. He was naked. The slab of meat that was his cock was lying between his legs, the swollen, wrinkled skin of his nut sack beneath it.

My eyes darted to Lisa who was watching me as the smile I’d been wearing faded. “What…what’s going on?” I whispered.

Lisa walked over to where I was sitting, hips swaying as she walked. She pulled my wrists back behind the chair and wrapped the scarf around them, tying a knot to keep them in place.

I could have easily worked my way out of it if I’d wanted to. I didn’t. I was hypnotized by Lisa’s game. My half-stiff cock hardened in my pants.

Josiah grinned.

Lisa bent down in front of me, blocking my view of her dark lover with her cleavage. Our eyes met. “Do you want this? I did it for you,” she whispered.

I had a hard time speaking. My mouth was dry, my throat tight. My chest was full. Seeing Josiah lying on that bed was the last thing I’d expected. I wasn’t sure what to say.

Did I want it? Yes. It was so dirty. I knew Lisa was going to make me watch her fuck another man. My cock jumped just thinking about it. My arousal at what she was proposing grated against my desire for her. Half of me wanted to see her stuff that coke-can sized cock into her pussy. The other half wanted to keep her all to myself. “I…I…I…” I stammered.

Lisa put a finger underneath my chin, leaned closer and kissed my lips.

I closed my eyes and breathed in her scent.

“You have to say it, John. I have to hear you say it. Tell me what you want? Please?” she whispered as she pulled away from our kiss.

I looked into her eyes again. Her innocent expression crushed my chest. “I want…I want…”

“Say it.”

“I want to see you fuck another man,” I finally managed.

Lisa let out a breath. Was it a sigh of relief? She stepped back and hooked a thumb into the shoulder of the dress and peeled it away from her skin. Working the fabric down over her chest she exposed her bra-less breasts. The nipples were hard and pointing at me. She bent over and wiggled her hips, working the dress down her thighs. Bending lower she stepped out of it, one foot at a time.

Over her back I saw Josiah smiling as he stared at her ass and puffy pink lips of her sex he was about to enjoy.

I sucked in a sharp breath as Lisa stood up straight. She’d shaved her pussy. A bead of clear lubricant clung to the soft flesh of her outer lips. She stepped forward, swung a leg over my lap and sat down facing me. The smell of her arousal drifted up between our bodies. “I love you,” she whispered. “You sure about this?”

Unable to tear my eyes away from hers, I nodded.

Lisa kissed my cheek before slipping off of my lap and turning to face Josiah.

“Mm, Mm, girl,” he muttered, his eyes raking down the length of her lithe body. He leaned to one side to smile at me. “You’re one lucky guy,” he said.

I was. I knew it. I didn’t know why I wanted this, why the idea of watching Lisa take another man inside herself did this to me. But I knew that I loved her and that she loved me and that naming this thing, this crazy desire to watch her, wasn’t going to change what it was.

I leaned back in my chair to enjoy the ride. No matter where it took us.

Lisa sank to her knees between Josiah’s legs. Her hourglass figure perfectly framed by those two dark calves, she wrapped her fist around his flaccid cock and brought it to her mouth. As she started to suck the head her hand fell to his nuts, cupping them and rolling them between her fingers.

It wasn’t long before Josiah was fully erect.

Lisa leaned to one side, affording me a view of the now rigid dark totem she’d hardened. A potent delivering muscle that stood at attention, ready to pierce her and disgorge the contents of the balls she was caressing, into her womb. A quarter of a billion tiny tadpoles that would infect her delicate body and begin swimming toward it’s most precious place.

Lisa kicked her heels off, turned around to face me and sat down on Josiah, just above his pelvis. She grabbed his hard dick with two hands and stroked from the root to the tip, watching in turns it and me.

It was so big the head of it nearly reached nearly the top of her belly. She glanced at me, caressing the dark snake. “You ready?” she whispered.

“I’m ready,” I gasped.

Lisa mounted the bed. One foot up on the mattress, then the other, she stood over Josiah, towering over both of us a picture-perfect vision of feminine dominance. Crouching, she positioned her pussy over the head of his cock keeping her eyes locked on me.

She swiped the head of his dark prick against the sweating folds of her entrance as she turned to talk over her shoulder. “Just don’t come in me, okay?” she said.

My eyes bugged. “Wait, what? Why?” I whispered.

Lisa turned and locked eyes with me again. “I’m not on anything,” she said, shaking her head. Her eyes widened and fell to my cock as it twitched between my legs before rising to meet mine again.

“Shouldn’t…shouldn’t you use a condom then?” I panted.

Lisa shook her head. “Can’t,” she said. “Allergic to latex.” But as soon as she’d finished saying the words a smile curled one corner of her lip and she winked.

Holy shit.

This was crazy. Crazy and dangerous. I couldn’t believe she’d take a chance like that. But the ache in my cock only intensified as I realized I wasn’t just about to witness the most taboo thing I’d ever imagined.

Lisa wasn’t just about to fuck a guy for my pleasure. She was going to roll the dice on our entire future together. Would Josiah’s seed taking be losing or winning?

Josiah’s chuckle wrested me from my own thoughts. “Girl, you’re fucking crazy,” he said, his dark hands settling on her hips.

Lisa kept her eyes glued to mine. “Little bit,” she whispered.

A shiver tore down my back as I realized she was doing this all for me. My eyes fell to her core as the muscles in her thighs relaxed. I gaped as her lips parted, swallowing the head of Josiah’s organ.

Lisa sucked in a breath and shuddered.

“Fuck that pussy’s tight,” Josiah hissed.

Lisa let go of his cock and put a hand on each of his thighs, bracing herself to take the rest of him. She looked straight at me. “I love you,” she whispered.

I was just about to echo the words when the wind left my chest.

Lisa released the muscles in her legs and began sliding down that dark pole.

Having seen how long it was I could imagine precisely where the head was inside her as she impaled herself atop it. I imagined I saw the bulge of it crawling past the tiny bump in her tummy. Up past her abs, her pussy already squeezing it and choking, her body begging for it’s gift.

Up inside her channel to where the tip could almost touch her cervix, where it’s potent, encoded message would have the most chance of success.

She stopped with two inches still underneath her. Her body shaking, she looked down between her legs.

“You not going to leave that last bit out in the cold, are you baby?” Josiah teased. Gripping her waist he tried to pull her down lower onto himself.

Lisa shook her head. “No. Stop. I can’t. I can’t take any more of it.”

Josiah sat up behind her. His lifted his hands off her waist and palmed her tits. After squeezing both of them, his finger and thumb drifted to her nipples and pinched.

Lisa’s mouth fell open and she gasped.

“Girl you can,” Josiah said, grinning. “You just don’t know it yet.”

Grabbing her waist he yanked her toward his lap.

The room was filled with a sound not unlike someone crushing an overly ripe peach.

An anguished moan warbled out of Lisa as she settled onto his thighs. The expression she wore was somewhere between panic and bliss.

“Lisa? Lisa please tell me you’re okay,” I whispered, worried he’d hurt her with the sudden intrusion.

A single tear formed at the corner of her eye and rolled down her cheek. She shook her head. “I’m…this is…this is amazing,” she said, sounding like she was going to start sobbing. “I’ve never felt anyone this deep,” she confessed.

More arousal surged through my cock at what I was witnessing. And not just because of my own excitement at seeing it. My heart was overflowing with happiness for Lisa. What I wanted most was for her to be happy and in that moment she looked ecstatic.

Josiah seemed to sense she’d lost her faculties and took control of the situation. Shimmying forward to the edge of the bed he started lifting and dropping Lisa on top of himself like she weighed no more than a feather.

Between her legs I could see the bulging veins of his black cock covered in increasingly creamier lubricant spilling from Lisa. It started frothing and bubbling as his cock pounded in and out of her.

Lisa, who had been so poised and in control, seemed to lose herself to the feeling of Josiah pressing into her. When he palmed her tits again she kept bouncing, grabbing the backs of his hands and squeezing them harder against her breasts.

The smile faded from Josiah’s lips as he inched closer to the edge of the bed. Drawing Lisa’s hands behind her back he pinned the there, leaning her forward until her face was just inches from mine. “Go on and give your boyfriend a kiss,” he said.

Trembling, Lisa leaned forward, closing the distance between us. Our lips met. She plunged her tongue into my mouth her body shaking as Josiah plunged his meat into her depths. She moaned. The sound travelled down my throat and tickled the root of my prick.

When she pulled away our eyes met again.

“Are you okay?” I whispered.

Lisa’s brow arched with what looked to be sorrow. “It feels amazing,” she whispered.

Josiah yanked her off his lap and threw her diagonally across the bed. His cock jerked and hardened as he stood up, mounted the bed, then fell to his knees, his head poised at her dripping entrance.

Lisa turned her head to look at me, her cheek pressed against the sheets. Her mouth shot open and she sucked in a sharp breath as Josiah pierced her with his prick again.

He grabbed her arms and held them against her back again as he started pounding. The bed shook. The headboard banged against the wall.

My mind began to spin, my vision fracturing into a kaleidoscopic view, each fragment a picture of Lisa getting plowed by that dark organ. At the center of those shifting points of light was her face twisted in a strained expression of the pleasure coursing through her.

Josiah pummelled her pussy, driving his long seeder into the depths of her snatch, each thrust rubbing both of them closer to a climax.

Lisa’s pussy lips, already having formed a tight seal around his shaft, closed tighter and started to squeeze.

I trembled in awe at what I was witnessing.

Her body fulfilling it’s purpose. Reacting to the hard pile-driver drilling into her by tightening it’s grip, milking the muscle for it’s cream. As his thrusting intensified a muscle in his cheek began to twitch.

“Oh fuck,” Lisa grunted, panting. “Fuck right there. Yes!” she screamed.

Josiah raised an eyebrow. His hips lunged forward in an uncontrolled jerk.

The blood drained from my face. I knew the look of a man who was perilously close to emission. Time slowed. It was like watching two cars about to collide at an intersection. One was Josiah, eager to make Lisa finish but unsure of which way to turn to avoid a collision.

The other was Lisa. Careening toward a release, her bliss rendering her utterly uncaring about consequences.

Josiah slowed.

“Fuck don’t stop!” Lisa moaned.

Clenching his teeth, he closed his eyes and hardened his resolve. He started thrusting deep and hard again.

“Yes!” Lisa screamed. Her eyes shot open and her tongue fell out of her mouth. “I’m…gonna…fucking…come…” she said in time with his thrusts.

“Fuck girl I gotta’ pull out,” Josiah grunted.

Lisa’s face twisted into a panicked expression. “Don’t. Don’t. Don’t. I’m so close. I’m so close,” she begged.

I’d never witnessed a man trying to weigh his options in the throes of ecstasy. It wasn’t pretty. I could see the doubt in his eyes, the trepidation at pulling the trigger and turning what had started off as a hot fuck into a dangerous game. One that could change everything. And at the same time I recognized the urgent need of all creatures. Not just the desperate look of a man on the edge of release. The glint in his eye was that of a man who knew he was fulfilling his ultimate purpose. Sowing his seed where it would have the greatest chance of growing and making more of him.

Josiah bucked, burying his cock to the root inside Lisa. His balls slapped against her clit, hurtling her over the edge of a climax. For a moment their bodies were still except for two places.

Lisa’s sex choking and sucking his cock, sounding like someone swishing water in their mouth before spitting.

Josiah’s sack tightening and the root of his cock thickening as it spat the first blob of his emission deep into Lisa’s hot pussy.

My body numbed and heated at the same time.

Josiah roared. He let go of Lisa’s hands, grabbed her hips and started pounding ferociously into her pussy.

And Lisa, who could have pulled herself off, could have reached back, grabbed that cudgel and milked out the rest of it’s load over her ass, instead rose up onto all fours and started pushing back, slamming her ass against his pelvis as he shot his wad into her belly.

They rode out their orgasms like that, bodies meeting in the center of my vision, Lisa’s tits slapping against each other beneath her chest until her strength left her. When she collapsed forward onto the bed Josiah followed, keeping his cock buried inside her slit.

He stayed there for I don’t even know how long. Sweating and trying to catch his breath, his cock occasionally twitching. When he finally pulled it out it was coated in her white slick and his creamy, yellowish semen.

He got up and rounded the bed. Kneeling against the edge, he rubbed some of their mingled fluids on her cheek before feeding it into her mouth. “Clean it off, baby,” he muttered, staring at his cock disappearing into Lisa’s mouth.

She made a lazy attempt to suck the slick off his meat. Her eyes were closed. She looked ready to fall asleep.

My cock, I could feel, was leaking inside my underwear. I was so close to coming myself I didn’t know if I could stand watching any more of the scene. I looked away just as Josiah hauled his flagging organ out of Lisa’s face.

He dressed quickly not looking at me. It was only when he went to leave that he clapped a hand on my shoulder. “You’re one lucky fucking bastard you know that?”

I was speechless. I waited until the sound of Josiah chuckling had faded and I heard the door shut downstairs. “Lisa?” I whispered. “Are you okay?”

“Mm,” she purred from the bed.

“Lisa? Do you want me to…”

She opened her eyes. She looked drunk.

My heart started to thunder as the reality of what had just happened dawned on me. She was full of him. Full of his seed. There was no barrier between it and her egg. At this very moment those little suckers he’d ejected were probably already sniffing their way toward it, swimming in a desperate attempt to bury themselves in the membrane.

“Lisa. Lisa! You have to get up,” I said, tugging at the scarf and trying to pry it off my wrists.

Lisa put both hands under herself and pushed up off the bed. As she rose a trickle of Josiah’s ejaculate leaked out of her pussy. When she swung her leg over the edge and stood up a torrent of it gushed out, running down the inside of her thigh. She seemed absolutely oblivious to this staring into my eyes. She swayed like a drunk as she stepped toward me.

“I want you so badly,” I whispered.

There was a fleck of his cum on her cheek.

Lisa shook her head. “Not like this,” she said. “I’m so dirty.”

“I don’t care,” I said, shaking my head. “You’re beautiful when you’re dirty. You’ll always be beautiful. Please. I need to feel you. I need to feel myself inside you,” I begged.

Lisa eyed me for a long time. She took a step forward sending more of Josiah’s emission gurgling out of her pussy.

I stared at the sight, knowing that each ounce of him that drained from her was lessening the chances of his seed taking.

When Lisa yanked my belt open and jerked my pants off my hips, my cock sprang out stiff as a rod of re-bar.

Lisa swung a leg over my lap and settled onto my thighs. She put her arms on my shoulders and stared into my eyes. “Are you sure about this?” she asked, her head swinging lazily from one side to the other, her eyelids droopy.

“I’m so sure,” I said, breathless. “I’ve never wanted something this much in my life,” I confessed.

She touched my chin with a thumb and a finger and kissed me on the cheek. “If you’re sure,” she whispered into my ear.

“I’m so sure,” I croaked, my cock bouncing between us in anticipation of feeling her tight, messy heat.

She slid higher up onto my lap.

I groaned and strained against the scarf as I felt her sloppy pussy lips glide along the head of my cock.

She reached around herself and up between her legs. Pressing the tips of her fingers against my cock head, she pushed me into herself.

Sliding into her sex felt like someone pouring warm honey down the back of my neck. My body shook as she took me into herself, air hissing out of her used, stretched sex, belching Josiah’s cum onto my lap.

Her head rolled back toward her shoulders. “Oh my god you’re so fucking hard,” she moaned. She started riding me.

Pleasure came screaming at me like a fighter jet. My cock went rigid inside her even though I was only half way in. The feeling of the freshly-fucked lips of her cunt gliding along my shaft flipped a switch. I was nearly there.

Lisa grabbed my neck. She tipped my head back and leaned forward, pressing her lips against mine.

The sweet taste of her kiss was laced with the dark, nutty flavour of Josiah’s semen. Her passionate kiss twisted through me along with the dark vision of what I’d just witnessed. I could feel Josiah’s cum seeping from her, coating my cock. My nuts tightened between my legs. “I’m gonna’ come,” I grunted, praying she would do what I wanted.

Lisa leaned forward and whispered. “Do it. Do it in me. Finish in me and we’ll see who wins.”

My cock lurched inside her and began to wretch.

Lisa sat atop me perfectly still, staring into my eyes as I unloaded my spunk into her whoring hole. She squeezed the muscles of her pussy, milking me the same way she’d milked Josiah.

Except it wasn’t the same. That had been a natural, sympathetic response to his fucking. An unconscious response to a powerful stimulus.

This was a kind, caring, deliberate action. A conscious effort to enhance my pleasure. I wasn’t sure how to feel about that but in that moment I didn’t care.

My mind narrowed on the twitching ache between my legs. Heat shot up, dousing my brain as I wallowed in the glow tickling my groin. I groaned as I disgorged my seed into Lisa, my whole being tied to the lurch-lurch-lurch of my cock inside her tight sex.

It seemed to take forever for the moment to break. It faded as slowly as the sun creeping beneath the horizon. Everything on the other side was blackness except for Lisa’s angelic face, glowing and smiling at me.

It was only when she pulled me close against her chest that the reality of what she’d just done – what we both had – began to dawn on me. My heart started to thump. I tried to pull away but Lisa held me in place. “Oh god,” I whispered. “Oh god what if…” I couldn’t bring myself to finish the sentence.

“Shh,” Lisa whispered as she caressed the back of my neck with her fingernails. “I love you John Heatherington. I love you so much.”

Her words filled with me with a warmth I’d never felt, pushing back against the ominous feeling that this could all end in tragedy. “I…love you too,” I whispered back, not caring about the outcome of the dangerous game of genetic roulette we’d just played.

We clung to each other for what felt like hours.

Two weeks later Lisa missed her period.

Four months later I felt a growing unease as I stood at the altar waiting for Lisa to appear in the doorway of the church.

After we’d found out she was pregnant we spent nine anxious, thrilling weeks waiting for her to be able to take a paternity test. Lisa’s libido had skyrocketed in that first trimester. It was a miracle we ever left our bedroom.

I’d proposed to her a few days after she found out she was pregnant. I didn’t know whose baby she was carrying but I didn’t care. She was mine and always would be and I was hers.

Our engagement announcement had been met with worried, sideways stares from both our families.

You’re too young.

There are other options.

You should find out who you are first before you get married this young.

We’d heard it all. But eventually they came to accept that we were serious. Furrowed brows had been replaced with smiles when we broke the news that Lisa was pregnant. Of course we didn’t disclose the very real possibility that the baby wasn’t mine.

Normally this would have made me a sweaty, sleepless wreck. But I really didn’t care. The only thing that mattered to me was that we were embarking on this new life together. We’d weather any storm it sent our way. I was sure of it.

But I have to admit I almost collapsed with relief when the results of the paternity test came in the mail. The baby was mine.

Lisa had laughed and cried all at once when she found out. We made love for hours that night. Lisa became insatiable.

With her reproductive capabilities temporarily suspended she indulged me by letting me watch as she dragged home a string of one night stands. Nothing is hotter than seeing your woman’s growing belly and watching her take another man inside herself.

But as the wedding drew near and I got busy with the summer job I’d scored, her trysts had slowed and finally tapered off. As the big day approached we had a long heart to heart and decided that, at least for the time being, we’d put away our wicked little secret. Soon we’d have a family to take care of.

But standing there in front of a packed church waiting for Lisa to arrive in the limo we’d hired for the occasion, something began to tickle me between the legs. There was no reason for her to be late. Everything had been meticulously planned. She’d woken up at five that morning to make sure she had time to get ready. I had no idea what could have been keeping her.

I knew as soon as the limo finally pulled up, what had caused the delay.

She emerged from the vehicle with the help of the driver looking stunning in her wedding dress.

For a moment I couldn’t breathe, she looked so radiant.

But a moment before the door closed behind her I caught a glimpse of a leg. A large, male thigh clad in jeans, hands fumbling with the zipper and belt.

My heart leapt into my throat. I was sure I was the only one who could see it from my elevated vantage point on the altar. But there wasn’t a single doubt in my mind about what she’d just done.

As the organ began playing “Here comes the bride,” Lisa looked up at me and smiled. When she arrived at the base of the altar she let her father kiss her on the cheek, then walked daintily up the steps. She was already showing quite a bit but still looked spectacular in her dress.

I was overcome by desire and affection.

She reached the top step and flashed a sweet smile at me.

But I could tell there was mischief lurking beneath her innocent appearance. My eyes went wide as my vision narrowed on one corner of her mouth. My heart seized. I glanced sideways at the minister who’d already begun the service, staring through his bifocals at the folder he was holding, looking like he couldn’t be more bored at having to perform a Saturday wedding.

A glance at the congregation assured me no one else had noticed what I’d seen. Or, if they had, no one was about to jump up and give a reason why we shouldn’t be married.

I looked at Lisa and brushed my thumb against the corner of my mouth.

Her eyes widened. Lowering her head, she raised her hand and touched the same spot on her face. It was all done in one deft motion so her thumb scooped up the tiny globule of white cream clinging to her lip, then swiped it across her tongue before folding her hands in front of her lap again. She swallowed.

A wicked smile curled my lips.

Lisa’s cheeks flared red.

I shook my head. "You’re unbelievable,” I whispered.

Lisa giggled. She leaned forward. “One for the road,” she whispered.

The minister paused and glared at us before clearing his throat, clearly upset we weren’t paying attention.

I didn’t care. My heart felt so big my chest felt crowded. I could hardly breathe. I had no idea who’d been in that care but it didn’t matter. The fact that Lisa’s sexual appetite was so ravenous she would blow a man in the limo on the way to her own wedding was staggeringly arousing.

I knew then that no matter what storms life through our way we’d navigate them. Our relationship had begun in the strangest way I could imagine but it was going to end on a happily ever after. I was sure of it.

After a long ceremony Lisa was finally told to lift her veil. We took a step toward each other and grabbed each other’s hands. As her lips parted I caught a faint whiff of the acrid sting of another man’s seed come from her mouth. My cock began to swell. Just as I was about to kiss her, Lisa tilted her head to one side to whisper into my ear.

“You sure you want to do this? My mouth is kind of dirty,” she said.

I suppressed a groan, put a hand on the back of her neck and kissed her in front of the cheering crowd. Excitement rushed through me at the fact that only Lisa and I knew where those lips had been not even an hour ago.

When I pulled away from the kiss and looked into her eyes, they were sparkling. “I like you dirty,” I whispered.

Lisa grinned. She squeezed my hands. “Come on,” she said. “Let’s get this over with so we can get to the hotel.”

We turned to face the standing congregation, both of us beaming. Bells pealed overhead. I couldn’t imagine a better way to start our new life together.

We walked out into the blazing mid-day heat under a shower of confetti.

THE END