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It was a nice little house about a mile from campus where
I was in grad school for my teaching degree. I would be the
fourth housemate. There was Janey who was about 5’ 4”
with curly dark hair and as friendly as you could hope for
in a housemate. There was Danielle who was a bigger girl,
probably about 5’ 8”, blonde, big boobs, fun to talk
to, a great girl to be friends with (but maybe not to stand
next to at a bar when you were trying to pick up a guy--because he would be VERY distracted by Danielle). I literally
would fall right between them at 5’ 6” and my breakup
with my last boyfriend had driven me back to running so I
was pretty darn fit (if less curvy than either Janey or Danielle).
And then there was Steve.
Steve. Steve…dreamy is as good a word as any and in more
ways than one. He was at least 6’ 2”, strong but not bulked
up. When I interviewed for the place I had been talking with
Janey and Danielle for about an hour and really hitting
it off. Steve walked in and I assumed he was someone’s
boyfriend. “Steve, ” said Janey, “this is Amy and
we think she would make a great new housemate. What do you
say?” Steve smiled and, I admit, it was pretty hypnotic.
Then he said “Sure, that sounds cool.” He shook my hand
and then said “Sorry but I have to run.” And he headed
out.
I tried not to blush and asked “Is he dating one of you?”
Danielle answered with a laugh saying “No, Steve kind
of came with the house. He was somebody’s boyfriend a
couple of roommates ago. Who was it, Janey? Was it Jill?”
Janey paused a moment and said “No, I think it was Carol…or
was it Susan? We should warn you Amy, Steve is kind of special.”
Uh oh, I thought. Here it comes. Stoner or on work release
or just plain nuts. It had all seemed too good to be true.
“Yeah, what’s up? Is he trouble?”
Danielle laughed a little then Janey said “No, no. Nothing
bad. He’s really nice. Polite, doesn’t talk much.
He’s a grad student too, chemistry or physics or something.
Probably both at once. He’s very smart and spends days
at a time working on whatever it is he’s studying. He’ll
hang out sometimes but he is not someone to go to if you want
to talk. It’s like he just doesn’t understand people
problems. Not like most guys who are just dicks, Steve really
seems to not understand about why anyone would ever be upset
about anything.”
Danielle laughed again and said “Yeah, just ask Carol
or Susan or whoever it was. He’s a nice guy to have around
but probably not the best boyfriend in the world. Maybe
if you were an atomic particle or something.” Janey chuckled
a little.
So I moved in a few days later. I got my room set up, squared
away some of my furniture in the common areas and filled
up my shelf in the fridge. Everybody was super nice and this
was looking to be a great setup.
About a week later I came home early from a student teaching
assignment and I could hear Steve in his room with someone
having sex. In addition to being a nice guy, he was certainly
doing something his lady friend liked a LOT. She was moaning
deep, and loud, almost incoherently saying “Oh fuck,
oh fuck, oh fuck…” over and over again. Then the pace
increased and she had a huge, loud (and obviously thought
she was alone) orgasm that ended with a stunning shriek.
Well, I thought, this could get old fast. But I was the new
girl so I went to my room, closed the door partway and put
in my earbuds. I admit I was a little worked up listening
to Steve really pound this poor girl and I may have listened
while he drove her to one more throaty, screaming orgasm…THEN
I turned on the earbuds and tuned them out. A few minutes
later, I saw a flicker of light as Steve’s door opened.
I looked up and, surprise, saw Danielle heading past my
door in a t-shirt with her shorts and shoes in her hand. She
gave a start when she saw me, blushed, waved shyly then went
to her room.
So, not his girlfriend but obviously not too shy about letting
him work off some steam. No big deal, I thought. They thought
they had the place to themselves. Danielle didn’t mention
the incident and Steve really didn’t say much anyway.
I didn’t see or hear anything over the next couple of days
(although I might have thought about it a couple of different
nights…). Then, one afternoon, I pretty much walked
in on them again. Or so I thought.
I was heading to the basement to do some laundry and came
around the corner and there was Steve’s bare and impressively
tight ass pumping back and forth. I admit I took a couple
extra steps to see if I could get a peek at the good stuff (technically
the better stuff because that butt was pretty damn good).
I only caught a glimpse of what looked like a very impressive
dick when I saw not Danielle but Janey sitting on the washing
machine, her skirt up and a whole bunch of Steve buried inside
her. Her eyes opened and she saw me and said “Oh shit!”
I muttered “Sorry, sorry” and ran back to my room. All
I could think was that this was a disaster. One of my roommates
was fucking the other roommate’s boyfriend behind their
back, I didn’t know who was the girlfriend and who was
the sneak, and just to make things interesting the boyfriend
was my third roommate. I was worried the whole house was
going to turn into a reality television show when there
was a knock at my door.
I couldn’t have been more surprised when Janey AND Danielle
came in. Janey said “We are so sorry. We should have told
you the whole story but we didn’t want you to think we were
sluts.” Danielle added “Well, we are sluts, you know
a little, but it’s not what you are probably thinking.”
I was a little stunned then I said, “Wait, are you both
his girlfriends?” They laughed and Danielle said “No,
neither of us are. I told you, Steve just doesn’t think
like that.” I was more confused, “What do you mean,
he insists on fucking both of you?” Now it was Janey’s
turn “No, he doesn’t think like that either. He isn’t
mean or chauvinistic but he also isn’t possessive or
all that interested in the emotional part of a relationship.
He is nice and sweet and really, really fun to have sex with.”
At this Danielle made a low sound in her throat that reminded
me of her getting her brains fucked out. “But he doesn’t
really want to talk about your day or your feelings or where
your relationship is going.”
“Tell her the rules, ” said Danielle to Janey.
“What, no, ” I said, “whatever you have worked out
is between you two. You three, whatever.”
“It’s not like that, ” said Danielle impatiently,
“Tell her the rules.”
“Well, ” said Janey, “he’s really special but
there are a couple more things you should know. You can never
interrupt him while he is working in his room. He is usually
concentrating really hard on whatever it is he is doing.
When he comes out of the room and kind of hangs around for
a while, he is ready to play. He doesn’t get upset if no
one wants to do anything. He just hangs around for a while,
chats a little (well, a lot for him) and then he goes out.
If you try to get possessive, he will shut down and just stay
in his room. But that’s it.”
“I don’t know why you are telling me this. He is screwing
the two of you. Why would I want to screw him too?”
Danielle laughed. “That is entirely up to you. Steve
won’t care. He is the perfect fuck buddy. You could look
for a hundred years and not find someone hotter, nicer or
more relaxed. He will never push himself on you. He will
never treat you bad. He will never get pouty if you aren’t
in the mood. Of course, he will fuck the next girl who is in
the mood but it’s not mean or personal.”
Janey followed up, “Look, I know it’s unusual and I
am really sorry you walked in on both of us without having
heard this first. This isn’t a big deal and we will be a
little more careful so you don’t have any more surprises.
I hope we haven’t scared you off.”
I blushed hard and said something stupid like “Well,
it wasn’t all bad.” They chuckled and headed out and things went back to normal.
I didn’t walk in on anyone again, although I did hear Steve
fucking one or the other of them a few different nights over
the next weeks. Every now and then one of them would step
out their rooms in the middle of an afternoon with a big smile
on their faces and Steve would come out a few minutes later
with his normal, impossibly radiant smile and say “Hi”
like we were chatting at a coffee shop.
I did notice the next few times he came out of his room when
I was alone in the house he would smile and talk a little.
This is the only thing that kind of freaked me out wondering
what he was thinking and I would usually head back to my room.
The second or third time this happened, though, I found
myself shutting my door, laying on my bed and reaching for
a toy I keep.
I had gotten myself off this way an embarrassing number
of times when he came out one day and was smiley and said hi,
and made a comment about the weather and I couldn’t resist.
No, that’s wrong. I didn’t want to resist. I walked close to him,
making small talk and I said, “You
always stand here chatting, why don’t you come sit on
the couch?” I had to gently pull him over but he sat down
smiling and I just went for it. I leaned down, took his face
in my hands and kissed him. Shit. Damn. Fuck. Excuse my French
but he was a good kisser, a really really good,
I-am-not-keeping-my-panties-on-for-long
kisser. I slid down next to him, leaning on his chest and
kept kissing him while I ran my hands over his arms and chest.
It had been too long.
Honestly, I don’t remember taking my shirt off. I remember
taking off his shirt. I might have taken off my shirt but
I really could not say. I just felt his tongue drag across
my right nipple and then flick the other nipple and I had
a little spasm of happiness that ran right down to my toes.
I got on the floor and pulled his pants down (I forgot about
his shoes, fuck his shoes) and got a gift. Guys, size doesn’t
matter much. How you use it is more important. It’s the
motion of the ocean, blah blah blah. I pulled down his pants
and there was at least seven, thick beautiful inches of
dick standing up straight as a teenage marine. I kissed
that beautiful dick, I sucked on the head a few times, I dragged
myself up his beautiful, sexy body kissed him on the lips
and melted on top of him.
Honestly, I don’t remember taking off my pants. Just
k**ding. I stood up, ripped down my pants and panties in
one move and before I knew it he had stood up, picked me up
(jesus, fuck me, jesus, I love when a guy picks me up) and
laid me down and opened my legs. He went to kiss my pussy but
I grabbed his face and shook my head. He smiled, lined up
that birthday present of a cock and pushed into me.
Okay, I am a total slut. I came hard before he was all the way
in. The next half an hour is a completely soaked blur. He
fucked me missionary, doggie style, even got under me cowgirl
style and did all the work while I lay on him like a limp doll,
my pussy squeezing and releasing him over and over while
I moaned the slurred wisdom of the ages, a total wrecked,
sated, happy, happy, happy puddle of a woman. When he finally
came, he shot a warm, beautiful load on my chest, lay next
to me while we caught our breath then wiped me off and kissed
me sweetly. Then he got up, grabbed his clothes, laid a blanket
over me and kissed me again. I smiled up at him, he smiled
that sweet, beautiful smile and headed to his room, leaving
me, blanket-covered, on the couch.
I dozed off but woke up with a smile on my face. I opened my
eyes onto Danielle looking down on me laid out on the couch.
Her upside down face smiled at me, leaned down, kissed me
on the forehead and she said: “Welcome to the house.”
I was in grad school for my teaching degree. I would be the
fourth housemate. There was Janey who was about 5’ 4”
with curly dark hair and as friendly as you could hope for
in a housemate. There was Danielle who was a bigger girl,
probably about 5’ 8”, blonde, big boobs, fun to talk
to, a great girl to be friends with (but maybe not to stand
next to at a bar when you were trying to pick up a guy--because he would be VERY distracted by Danielle). I literally
would fall right between them at 5’ 6” and my breakup
with my last boyfriend had driven me back to running so I
was pretty darn fit (if less curvy than either Janey or Danielle).
And then there was Steve.
Steve. Steve…dreamy is as good a word as any and in more
ways than one. He was at least 6’ 2”, strong but not bulked
up. When I interviewed for the place I had been talking with
Janey and Danielle for about an hour and really hitting
it off. Steve walked in and I assumed he was someone’s
boyfriend. “Steve, ” said Janey, “this is Amy and
we think she would make a great new housemate. What do you
say?” Steve smiled and, I admit, it was pretty hypnotic.
Then he said “Sure, that sounds cool.” He shook my hand
and then said “Sorry but I have to run.” And he headed
out.
I tried not to blush and asked “Is he dating one of you?”
Danielle answered with a laugh saying “No, Steve kind
of came with the house. He was somebody’s boyfriend a
couple of roommates ago. Who was it, Janey? Was it Jill?”
Janey paused a moment and said “No, I think it was Carol…or
was it Susan? We should warn you Amy, Steve is kind of special.”
Uh oh, I thought. Here it comes. Stoner or on work release
or just plain nuts. It had all seemed too good to be true.
“Yeah, what’s up? Is he trouble?”
Danielle laughed a little then Janey said “No, no. Nothing
bad. He’s really nice. Polite, doesn’t talk much.
He’s a grad student too, chemistry or physics or something.
Probably both at once. He’s very smart and spends days
at a time working on whatever it is he’s studying. He’ll
hang out sometimes but he is not someone to go to if you want
to talk. It’s like he just doesn’t understand people
problems. Not like most guys who are just dicks, Steve really
seems to not understand about why anyone would ever be upset
about anything.”
Danielle laughed again and said “Yeah, just ask Carol
or Susan or whoever it was. He’s a nice guy to have around
but probably not the best boyfriend in the world. Maybe
if you were an atomic particle or something.” Janey chuckled
a little.
So I moved in a few days later. I got my room set up, squared
away some of my furniture in the common areas and filled
up my shelf in the fridge. Everybody was super nice and this
was looking to be a great setup.
About a week later I came home early from a student teaching
assignment and I could hear Steve in his room with someone
having sex. In addition to being a nice guy, he was certainly
doing something his lady friend liked a LOT. She was moaning
deep, and loud, almost incoherently saying “Oh fuck,
oh fuck, oh fuck…” over and over again. Then the pace
increased and she had a huge, loud (and obviously thought
she was alone) orgasm that ended with a stunning shriek.
Well, I thought, this could get old fast. But I was the new
girl so I went to my room, closed the door partway and put
in my earbuds. I admit I was a little worked up listening
to Steve really pound this poor girl and I may have listened
while he drove her to one more throaty, screaming orgasm…THEN
I turned on the earbuds and tuned them out. A few minutes
later, I saw a flicker of light as Steve’s door opened.
I looked up and, surprise, saw Danielle heading past my
door in a t-shirt with her shorts and shoes in her hand. She
gave a start when she saw me, blushed, waved shyly then went
to her room.
So, not his girlfriend but obviously not too shy about letting
him work off some steam. No big deal, I thought. They thought
they had the place to themselves. Danielle didn’t mention
the incident and Steve really didn’t say much anyway.
I didn’t see or hear anything over the next couple of days
(although I might have thought about it a couple of different
nights…). Then, one afternoon, I pretty much walked
in on them again. Or so I thought.
I was heading to the basement to do some laundry and came
around the corner and there was Steve’s bare and impressively
tight ass pumping back and forth. I admit I took a couple
extra steps to see if I could get a peek at the good stuff (technically
the better stuff because that butt was pretty damn good).
I only caught a glimpse of what looked like a very impressive
dick when I saw not Danielle but Janey sitting on the washing
machine, her skirt up and a whole bunch of Steve buried inside
her. Her eyes opened and she saw me and said “Oh shit!”
I muttered “Sorry, sorry” and ran back to my room. All
I could think was that this was a disaster. One of my roommates
was fucking the other roommate’s boyfriend behind their
back, I didn’t know who was the girlfriend and who was
the sneak, and just to make things interesting the boyfriend
was my third roommate. I was worried the whole house was
going to turn into a reality television show when there
was a knock at my door.
I couldn’t have been more surprised when Janey AND Danielle
came in. Janey said “We are so sorry. We should have told
you the whole story but we didn’t want you to think we were
sluts.” Danielle added “Well, we are sluts, you know
a little, but it’s not what you are probably thinking.”
I was a little stunned then I said, “Wait, are you both
his girlfriends?” They laughed and Danielle said “No,
neither of us are. I told you, Steve just doesn’t think
like that.” I was more confused, “What do you mean,
he insists on fucking both of you?” Now it was Janey’s
turn “No, he doesn’t think like that either. He isn’t
mean or chauvinistic but he also isn’t possessive or
all that interested in the emotional part of a relationship.
He is nice and sweet and really, really fun to have sex with.”
At this Danielle made a low sound in her throat that reminded
me of her getting her brains fucked out. “But he doesn’t
really want to talk about your day or your feelings or where
your relationship is going.”
“Tell her the rules, ” said Danielle to Janey.
“What, no, ” I said, “whatever you have worked out
is between you two. You three, whatever.”
“It’s not like that, ” said Danielle impatiently,
“Tell her the rules.”
“Well, ” said Janey, “he’s really special but
there are a couple more things you should know. You can never
interrupt him while he is working in his room. He is usually
concentrating really hard on whatever it is he is doing.
When he comes out of the room and kind of hangs around for
a while, he is ready to play. He doesn’t get upset if no
one wants to do anything. He just hangs around for a while,
chats a little (well, a lot for him) and then he goes out.
If you try to get possessive, he will shut down and just stay
in his room. But that’s it.”
“I don’t know why you are telling me this. He is screwing
the two of you. Why would I want to screw him too?”
Danielle laughed. “That is entirely up to you. Steve
won’t care. He is the perfect fuck buddy. You could look
for a hundred years and not find someone hotter, nicer or
more relaxed. He will never push himself on you. He will
never treat you bad. He will never get pouty if you aren’t
in the mood. Of course, he will fuck the next girl who is in
the mood but it’s not mean or personal.”
Janey followed up, “Look, I know it’s unusual and I
am really sorry you walked in on both of us without having
heard this first. This isn’t a big deal and we will be a
little more careful so you don’t have any more surprises.
I hope we haven’t scared you off.”
I blushed hard and said something stupid like “Well,
it wasn’t all bad.” They chuckled and headed out and things went back to normal.
I didn’t walk in on anyone again, although I did hear Steve
fucking one or the other of them a few different nights over
the next weeks. Every now and then one of them would step
out their rooms in the middle of an afternoon with a big smile
on their faces and Steve would come out a few minutes later
with his normal, impossibly radiant smile and say “Hi”
like we were chatting at a coffee shop.
I did notice the next few times he came out of his room when
I was alone in the house he would smile and talk a little.
This is the only thing that kind of freaked me out wondering
what he was thinking and I would usually head back to my room.
The second or third time this happened, though, I found
myself shutting my door, laying on my bed and reaching for
a toy I keep.
I had gotten myself off this way an embarrassing number
of times when he came out one day and was smiley and said hi,
and made a comment about the weather and I couldn’t resist.
No, that’s wrong. I didn’t want to resist. I walked close to him,
making small talk and I said, “You
always stand here chatting, why don’t you come sit on
the couch?” I had to gently pull him over but he sat down
smiling and I just went for it. I leaned down, took his face
in my hands and kissed him. Shit. Damn. Fuck. Excuse my French
but he was a good kisser, a really really good,
I-am-not-keeping-my-panties-on-for-long
kisser. I slid down next to him, leaning on his chest and
kept kissing him while I ran my hands over his arms and chest.
It had been too long.
Honestly, I don’t remember taking my shirt off. I remember
taking off his shirt. I might have taken off my shirt but
I really could not say. I just felt his tongue drag across
my right nipple and then flick the other nipple and I had
a little spasm of happiness that ran right down to my toes.
I got on the floor and pulled his pants down (I forgot about
his shoes, fuck his shoes) and got a gift. Guys, size doesn’t
matter much. How you use it is more important. It’s the
motion of the ocean, blah blah blah. I pulled down his pants
and there was at least seven, thick beautiful inches of
dick standing up straight as a teenage marine. I kissed
that beautiful dick, I sucked on the head a few times, I dragged
myself up his beautiful, sexy body kissed him on the lips
and melted on top of him.
Honestly, I don’t remember taking off my pants. Just
k**ding. I stood up, ripped down my pants and panties in
one move and before I knew it he had stood up, picked me up
(jesus, fuck me, jesus, I love when a guy picks me up) and
laid me down and opened my legs. He went to kiss my pussy but
I grabbed his face and shook my head. He smiled, lined up
that birthday present of a cock and pushed into me.
Okay, I am a total slut. I came hard before he was all the way
in. The next half an hour is a completely soaked blur. He
fucked me missionary, doggie style, even got under me cowgirl
style and did all the work while I lay on him like a limp doll,
my pussy squeezing and releasing him over and over while
I moaned the slurred wisdom of the ages, a total wrecked,
sated, happy, happy, happy puddle of a woman. When he finally
came, he shot a warm, beautiful load on my chest, lay next
to me while we caught our breath then wiped me off and kissed
me sweetly. Then he got up, grabbed his clothes, laid a blanket
over me and kissed me again. I smiled up at him, he smiled
that sweet, beautiful smile and headed to his room, leaving
me, blanket-covered, on the couch.
I dozed off but woke up with a smile on my face. I opened my
eyes onto Danielle looking down on me laid out on the couch.
Her upside down face smiled at me, leaned down, kissed me
on the forehead and she said: “Welcome to the house.”
Trisha
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