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My Roommate
By Ricky
Oh, those lost days of our youth, how good it is we don't
have to live them over again. But they do have a charm in
memory that makes us forget the abject terror we felt when
dealing with the opposite sex.
As a sophomore in College I was one of those strong but
skinny kids, no amount of working out seemed to put any
bulk on my bones. I was desperate to raise a beard, but
despite ample hair on my arms, legs and head the face
simply would not cooperate. I drooled over the girls and
threw my two cents into the bull sessions with lurid tales
of my sexual adventures (cribbed directly from the fuck
films I had seen) but in truth the few dates I had been on
were rather placid affairs where attraction and fear
contended in my adolescent mind to leave me frustrated and
confused at the end of the evening.
All this changed when I had a chance to share a house with
two other students, both of them female. I was desperate to
get out of the human zoo they call college dormitories, and
they were desperate enough for the extra money that they
took me in. They were theater majors, while I was an
engineering nerd, but we got along well. Jan was a
cheerleader type, curly blonde hair, big boobs, an
hourglass figure and a sparkling personality that made her
the life of any party. Beth was stocky and quiet, with an
athletic body and dark hair, small breasts and given to
flowing hippie clothing offstage. I began to get used to
the sight of these women in various states of undress, but
good manors always prevailed and I refrained from making a
complete fool of myself. In a short time I was "one of the
girls" and conversations didn't stop just because I walked
in the room. Of course I had some very interesting dreams.
One long holiday weekend I found myself alone in the place,
my roommates having gone home to be with family. I went out
for a run, then tried to study, but just couldn't
concentrate. I was bored enough to even do some housework
and finally took the long neglected pile of my clothes to
the laundry room. Filling the machine I realized my sweats
were rather ripe so I stripped and added them to the load.
As I stood naked in the laundry room I became aware it was
festooned with bras and nylons hanging there to dry. I had
removed these garments from my roommates many times in my
dreams. Hesitantly I reached out and felt the fabric of the
nearest one, and was thrilled by the silky feel of the cups
in my fingers. I lifted it up gently and examined it, felt
the firm stretch of the elastic and imagined it filled with
the owner's supple boobs. This one had to be Beth's as the
cups were rather small. Feeling faintly foolish I held it
to my chest and settling it over my pecs. The softness of
the fabric felt good against my chest so I slipped my arms
into the straps and fastened it on.
I went in search of a mirror, not a hard object to find in
a house full of women, and laughed at the sight of my prick
hanging out below the lacy bra on my chest. Well, why not,
I thought. No one was home so I returned to the laundry
room and borrowed some panties and pantyhose and put them
on, stuffing the bra with a few pairs of panties. Damn it
if it didn't feel good, if I couldn't take the clothes off
a girl the next best thing was putting them on myself. I
spent the rest of the day parading around the house in my
roommate's underwear, getting an illicit thrill each time
the unaccustomed feel of the bra or the hose reminded me
what I was wearing. By late evening I was feeling quite
comfortable, lounging on the couch watching TV, just
enjoying being alone. This serenity was shattered when I
heard a key in the door and before I could react Beth came
in and stopped dead as she saw me.
"Oh my!" was her only utterance as she dropped her suitcase
to the floor with a thud. Then she began to stutter "I...
I... I..." but nothing more came out.
I was utterly embarrassed and tried to run from the room
but somehow my body would not respond to my commands. I lay
there unable to move as she slowly approached me.
"Oh my!" she said again. Then she started to giggle. "You
know, you look kind of cute wearing my bra. That is my bra,
isn't it?"
Then she started to giggle again. I couldn't help it, her
laugh was infectious and I started laughing with her.
"I think I'm overdressed for the occasion, aren't I? You
look very comfortable there."
With that she pulled her T-shirt over her head and dropped
her shorts, standing there in only her bra and panties, a
duplicate of what I was now wearing. She kicked off her
sneakers and sat on the other end of the couch. She reached
out to stroke the nylons covering my legs; her touch sent a
thrill through my body,
"Oh Keith, I'm sorry, I couldn't stand another day with my
family and had to come back early. I had no idea I would
interrupt your weekend alone."
Again her hand caressed my leg, and I knew my cock would
soon fill the red lace that covered it. I reached out and
took her hand before another touch would embarrass me
further. Haltingly I tried to explain why I was wearing her
clothes, but it just elicited more giggles. She ran her
fingers along the edge of my bra, again sending a shock
wave through my body.
"It's a little kinky, but really, I don't mind at all."
I reached out and matched her gesture, running a finger
along the lower line of her bra. She closed her eyes and
made a small sound of pleasure. Gathering my courage I
traced the outline of the cup covering her breast with my
finger. She snuggled closer to me until her back was
nestled between the cups of my own bra. Hesitantly I cupped
her breasts in my hands through the smooth fabric of her
bra. As I gently squeezed I could feel her nipples grow and
press against my palms. She was practically purring like a
cat, and emboldened, I took her nipples between thumb and
forefinger, squeezing them gently, feeling them harden
under her bra. She began to wiggle in my lap, pressing her
sweet bottom against my growing dick. I was entranced by
the silky fabric under my fingers, and the soft, warm flesh
below it bounced and caressed my fingers. I had the crazy
thought that I was glad I was wearing pantyhose so my
hardening rod would not be quite so obvious. I slipped one
strap of her bra slowly down her shoulder and peeled the
cup away to expose her left breast, then repeated the
action on the right. I placed my hands over the warm flesh
of her breasts, again playing with her nipples and kissing
her neck and shoulders. With each move of her body against
mine I felt the tug of my own bra straps, which sent a
cascade of thrills through me.
I couldn't believe what was happening, after all these
years of dreams and frustration I was actually touching a
girl and she was enjoying it. Not only that but I was
wearing her clothes while I did it! Again I gathered my
courage and slipped a finger under her panties. Her bush
was as soft as anything I had ever felt. In my inexperience
I really didn't have much idea what to do, so I gently
rubbed her crotch for a bit.
She seemed to like it, because she began to squirm and say
things like "Oh yes, I like that!"
I parted her bush and felt the wetness of her cunt. I was
amazed at the complexity of her slit, the many folds of
flesh hidden beneath her dark hair. As I nibbled on her ear
she guided me to the places that pleasured her most. My
fingers slid up and down her slit, then probed deeply into
her, my hand practically diving into her love tunnel and
filling her. Eventually she guided my fingers to her clit.
I was amazed at her reaction; the tiniest movement elicited
a huge response from her. Each time I moved my finger she
cried out and pressed into my aching prick.
"That's it! Oh Keith, keep rubbing, I'm going to come.
You're going to make me come! Oh God. Yes!" and she
exploded in orgasm beneath my hand.
I kept rubbing, trying to keep my hand over her clit as she
writhed and moaned. I could feel the waves of pleasure roll
through her body as she came, her muscles flexing and
pressing her into me. Abruptly she sprang from my lap and
pulled off her panties.
"I want you in me, now! Please Keith, I need to be fucked!"
I fumbled with my pantyhose and my trapped cock sprang out.
She spread her legs wide as she sat on the couch, and I
knelt before her. With her hands she spread her cunt wide
open, revealing her pink lips dripping with her juices. I
had never done this before, but there was little doubt as
to what to do next. I pressed my prick against the dripping
snatch, then slowly entered her. The feeling was
incredible; my cock was surrounded with a warmth that was
beyond description. I eagerly pumped into her, but it took
only a few strokes before I exploded and filled her with my
cum. Well, after all this was the first time. Beth didn't
seem disappointed at all; she simply smiled and pulled me
closer, holding my shrinking prick inside her for as long
as it would stay.
She once again traced the outline of her bra on my chest
with her fingers. "Mmmm... You can wear my clothes all you
want as long as you do things like that to me. You want to
borrow a nightgown tonight?"
I held myself against her, savoring the furnace heat of her
sex pressed against mine, feeling the juices of our
lovemaking drip slowly down my balls. Well, why not. If
wearing a bra and panties was what it took to get laid the
first time maybe a nightgown would lead to the second.
We spent the night together, but I didn't sleep much, I was
much too aware of the sexy body lying next to me. My normal
morning erection was much harder than usual and attracted
her attention immediately. She began to gently stroke my
prick through the nylon of the nightgown. The fabric slid
sensuously over my boner, her fingers teasing me, playing
with the head and sliding down to caress my balls. The
feelings were exquisite; I lay completely spellbound as she
stroked my dick. She circled my cock with thumb and
forefinger, the nightgown covering it and allowing her to
stroke my boner effortlessly. As her hand went up my shaft
the fabric of the nightgown slid over my balls, stimulating
them with the feather touch of the silky material. Then I
discovered that nightgowns are much better than pajamas,
because you don't have to wriggle around to take them off,
just flip up the hem and before I knew it she had impaled
herself on my boner.
Her powerful legs shifted effortlessly as she rode up and
down on my cock. Her weight drove me into the mattress and
then I sprang upward as she rose on my pole, only to slide
down and again pin me to the bed. I lasted longer this
time, long enough to know the joy of a good fucking. Each
stroke seemed to harden my already rigid rod, and I felt
the cum gathering in my balls, aching to spring forth. Her
cunt slid up and down over my shaft, coaxing my nectar from
me until at last I shot my load into her. It felt like I
was being sucked dry, because she mercilessly kept slamming
her delectable body down on me as I pumped spurt after
spurt into her. At last I was empty and she gave me a
moment to relax.
When I was quiet she grinned at me and said, "Now it's my
turn."
With that she slid up my body, placing her dripping snatch
over my face. Hesitantly I stuck out my tongue and licked
her. Sweet and salty and like nothing I had experienced
before. I raised my head for a better angle and she placed
a pillow under it. I began to explore her with my tongue.
If I had thought there were thousands of folds in her
snatch when I explored her with my fingers, there were
millions there to find with my tongue. It didn't take long
to find my way, and again Beth guided me with comments as
to what felt best. Each time I ran my tongue over her clit
she loved it, but when I probed her slit I was rewarded
with a drop of my own cum. I caressed her ass with my hands
as I explored her dripping slit, marinating my mouth in her
juices. As my tongue drove her to peaks of pleasure I had
to grasp her firmly to keep her from pulling away from my
face until at last she screamed and came on my face. It was
an amazing experience; her whole body seemed to explode as
she ground herself into me. What a wonderful way to start
the day.
Eventually we got out of bed and headed for the shower,
where we had a lot of fun soaping and rinsing each other. I
was surprised when she plugged the tub when we got out and
began filling it. She casually informed me if I was going
to wear her pantyhose I really had to shave my legs first.
Whoah! Where was this leading? I had donned her bra on a
whim, but it seemed it was going a whole lot farther than I
had planned. On the other hand, screwing Beth was even
better than I had imagined and I didn't want to get her
upset with me, so I climbed back in the tub.
I have to tell all you macho guys reading this that having
your legs shaved by a willing woman is one of life's unsung
pleasures. The slippery soap, her soft, warm hands and
caresses drove me wild. All too soon I was shorn and rinsed
and we returned to her bedroom. Suddenly she stopped and
turned to me.
"Maybe I'm assuming too much here, but if you really want
to wear my clothes today it's okay with me. I think I might
even have a skirt or two somewhere for you to try on if you
want to."
Well, to tell you the truth I wasn't all that sure. I mean,
it had been fun, but did I want to go where this was
leading? I took her in my arms and kissed her deeply,
caressing her ass and running my hands over her naked body.
"I'm not so sure either, but it did feel good yesterday. If
you really don't mind I guess I would like to try it for
one more day."
Without a word she held a powder blue bra before me, so I
slipped my arms into the straps and she fastened it around
me. Her supple breasts pressed close to me as she did so,
and her hands wandered down my body when she had finished
the job. She handed me another bra and held her own arms
out, so I returned the favor, including the caresses. We
proceeded to put panties and pantyhose on each other, then
she went to her closet.
"If you're going to be a woman today I guess you really
need something more feminine than a T-shirt and shorts.
Besides, you haven't got any hips. Here, this should work,
and the long sleeves will hide your arm hair."
It was a peasant blouse in many bright colors with
voluminous sleeves and high neckline. A long print skirt (a
tight fit!), my own sandals and I was a well dressed female
hippie, the height of fashion for those times. Well, at
least until I looked in the mirror. My illusions were
shattered. Despite my long hair, padded bra and skirt I
wasn't going to fool anyone, I was a very ugly girl! Beth
came up behind me and placed her hands on my bogus breasts
and began to giggle, confirming my opinion. She quickly put
on a skirt and blouse, much the same as mine, and we were
ready to face the day.
So I spent that Sunday morning helping Beth clean the
apartment and do the routine tasks of living wearing her
clothes. It was kind of fun, but every time I looked at
Beth she seemed to be having a hard time keeping a straight
face. I liked the feel of the skirt on my legs, but after a
while the bra began to itch on my back where I couldn't
reach. Not only that the stuffing against my chest made me
sweat, a most unladylike problem. Using the bathroom was a
logistical nightmare, trying to keep my skirts out of the
way and climbing stairs was required one hand to hold up
the long skirt and one to carry what I was moving. The
tight skirt was getting annoying and I kept bouncing my
bosom off doorframes. When I spilled soup on my breasts at
lunch Beth fell off her chair laughing as I tried to wipe
it off. Worst of all I kept having to shift my cock around
under the tight pantyhose because it felt trapped in there.
By two o'clock I was ready to call it quits, besides, I was
afraid Jan would come home and catch me like this.
We were sitting on the couch watching TV when I got up the
nerve to tell her I wanted to change into my regular
clothes. She just laughed and told me it was okay, but
there was one thing she wanted to do first.
She slid off the couch and raised my skirt, then pulled
down my pantyhose, pinning my legs together with the
elastic of the waistband. She caressed my flaccid cock and
gently kissed the tip. Pulling the skirt over her head she
began to suck on my cockhead. I lay back on the couch and
savored the new experience. I could feel her warm mouth
over my prick, and her hands were tracing gentle lines over
my balls and thighs. I felt myself harden inside her mouth
and watched as my skirt began to rise and fall as her head
slid over the length of my pole.
Damn that felt good, I wished I could watch but the skirt
was in the way. Now it felt like her fingers were squeezing
the base of my rod as she flicked her tongue over the tip,
then her fingers were rising as her lips were falling to
meet in the middle of my engorged member. I could hear soft
slurps from beneath the fabric as she licked and sucked.
Suddenly my cock was uncovered and moments later I felt a
spot of incredible warmth on my balls. She ran her tongue
over them, starting from the back and slowly working to the
front, spreading liquid fire as she went. Suddenly my nuts
were in her mouth, surrounded with softness as she ran her
tongue in circles around them. With a pop she pulled back
and I felt my sack bounce as she once again devoured my
prick. She was a madwoman, her lips racing up and down my
rigid rod and sucking like a creature possessed.
Within seconds I responded by pumping my cream into her
throat, my body shuddering as orgasm ripped through me. She
kept sucking until I was completely spent, then removed
herself from under my skirt to smile at me. I could see
just a little of my white cream dripping from the corner of
her lips as she grinned.
"You liked that, huh?"
I told her I did. She stood and stripped off pantyhose and
panties then sat on the couch with her skirt up and legs
spread. This may have been only the second day I had had
sex, but I know an invitation when I see one. I followed
her example and pulled her skirt over my head and began to
explore her cunt. Her scent was very powerful, confined as
it was under the skirt. There was a surreal rosy half-light
filtered through the fabric and I hesitantly took one
finger and began to part the hair covering her slit. Her
cunt lips were especially rosy in the light, and I traced
toe lips in ever tightening circles until I slid my finger
into her dripping slash. I moved my face closer and found
her clit, holding my tongue still over her love button for
a few moments, then gradually starting to move it just a
bit as I wiggled my finger in her vagina. I began to work
up a wavelike motion, sliding tongue and finger in time
over her cunt, listening to her cries of approval and
deepening breathing.
I was very involved in her when I heard the door open,
followed by a surprised, "Oh, my!" much as had greeted me
last night.
I was frozen in place, head under her skirt as Jan
stuttered and retreated to her bedroom in haste. I made to
pull back but Beth grabbed my head and ground it into her
crotch, so I returned to what I had been doing. Once again
I tasted the savory tang of her juices, lapping it up from
her clit. It didn't take long to get back in the mood and
soon I felt her tense. She lifted off the couch as she
came, grunting and pounding her fists against the cushions.
I tried to hold on, but her movements were too much and I
lost contact so I simply rubbed her cunt with my hand as
she shook and gasped. Eventually she calmed down and I
withdrew from under her skirt.
When she was again capable of speech she started to giggle.
"I wonder what this is going to do to my reputation, having
been caught with another woman eating me out on the couch?"
I suddenly realized Jan would not have known it was me
under Beth's skirts and would have thought it was another
woman. Suddenly I couldn't wait to remove my bra and skirt
and dress in my own clothes. I quickly changed, thanking
Beth for a wonderful experience.
I'm afraid we really confused Jan when Beth and I started
to share a room the day she caught her being eaten out by
another woman, but we just smile at each other and haven't
told her what really happened. I haven't worn her clothes
since, either, but it was a great experience and a fun
thing to do one time.
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