My Girlfriend’s Roommate
By: Largent C. Lange
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2011 by Largent C. Lange
Smashwords Edition License Notes: This ebook is free. Go ahead and share it. Reverse Engineer it. Read it to your loved one as he or she pleasures you. Just don’t blame me if some prude gives you a dirty look.
This is a work of fiction. All characters, places, and events portrayed in this novel are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.
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“You’ll thank me later,” Kara told me, letting those ruby lips of hers creep up in a smile before she wrapped them back around the head of my cock. She didn’t tell me why. I wasn’t too inclined to ask.
“I’m thanking you now,” I managed to sigh, running my fingers through her fiery tresses.
Kara’s tongue slid up and down, wrapping around my shaft and flicking at it, while she tickled my balls with her fingertips and added a little gooch-stroke here and there for good measure.
It took me less time to come than it did to cross downtown Vancouver with her to meet her college roommate, Ami. She’d come to town for a convention, so we agreed to pick her up in the lobby of the Hyatt on Burrard, the one that’s connected to the mall. It’s a little hard finding the parking garage, and circling around is a bitch, unless you want to go wrong way up a narrow one-way side street. By the time I’d parked, I jokingly told Kara her friend had better be cute.
She didn’t say anything…just gave me a smile and shook her head.
When the elevator doors opened and this striking, petite Asian woman clack-clacked on spike-heels across the terrazzo floor toward my beloved, I understood just how funny Kara must have found my muttering.
“This is Louis,” she said, resting a hand lightly on my shoulder. My palm swallowed up her delicate little hand, but she still had a firm grip. “Now you see why I can’t slut around with you anymore.”
Ami smiled at that. “The way your honey talked about you,” she told me with a trace of Philly accent, “I figured she had to be exaggerating. I hate being wrong.”
We had a quick drink in a little bar across the street, then drove back to our place. It only took five minutes—we’d debated about walking, but like any other March evening in Vancouver, the threat of rain hung in sodden clouds, glowing amber in the city light below.
The girls gabbed about old times, about how you never really appreciate the brief respite from true responsibility college is until you’re out, as we rode the elevator from the parking garage up to our floor.
“Oh, shit,” Kara muttered as we passed the twenty-fifth floor.
“What?”
“Oh, nothing… I just forgot my phone in the car. I’d say screw it, but just in case Mr. McLelland calls…”
“It’s okay, hon,” I said, detaching the key fob to the Audi from our apartment key. “I’ll just ride back down and get it.”
“No, you go in and show Kara around. It’d take me too long to explain where I stuck it.”
“Fine,” I said. “You trust me alone with her?”
“Okay…” Kara stood on tiptoe, leaning in like she was going to give me a peck on the cheek. Instead, she drew her slobbery tongue up the side of my face, catching me off guard and making me flinch. She jabbed a finger into my sternum a few times while telling Ami: “There: I licked it. You no can haz.”
The little woman made a pouty face and swiveled one dagger-heeled shoe back and forth on a toe. “She always did this to the cookies her mom mailed—to both of us, said so in the letter.”
Kara rolled her frost-gray eyes. “Geez. I told you I was saving you from the calories.” The elevator car hit our floor and as the doors opened she shoved me through. “Go on, you two. Get a fire started or something.”
I smiled as I opened our apartment door. “Sounds like you girls should get together more often.”
“I’d love to,” she said, following me in. Close.
There wasn’t much to the tour. Aside from our bedroom, the spare that we’d made up for her, and a bathroom, the rest of our space had been laid out by some architect that loved open floor plans and recessed living areas.
“This the balcony?”
I nodded and opened the sliding glass door. She stepped out into cool evening air.
“The other side of the building would have cost us a bunch more,” I said, taking a place along the railing next to her. “But I like the view of the skyscrapers more than I do of the mountains.”
“I had no Idea Vancouver was so huge.” She admired the flashing lights of the city below, the endless serried ranks of the other buildings that stood tall among ours. She barely came up to my shoulder, and looked up at me with a cute smile on dark-stained lips. She had a little button nose and a light complexion. Though she told me even her grandparents were born in Pennsylvania, I could picture her selling cubic watermelons or whatever the hell else they put on oversized billboards in Shinjuku.
I pointed at the place where we’d gotten our drinks, peeking from between two office towers. “Nice part about being on the thirtieth floor: you can see where you need to go. Kinda like Google Earth without having to flip on the computer.”
“Know what else is nice about being this high up?” She peeled her eyes away from the cityscape and turned them to me. They were pale brown; so pale they were almost amber. In the glow of the streetlights below, they could have almost been as cigar-smoke-light as Kara’s.
“What’s that?”
“People on the street can’t see what you’re up to.” In one fluid movement she grasped the hem of her kicky silk dress and pulled it up over her head.
“Uh…” instinctively I looked through the sliding door into our living room, expecting to get busted at any moment. “Um, wow.”
She grabbed the crook of my elbow as I turned to head back inside. “Oh. You don’t find me attractive?” She pouted, her lips moist.
“You’re very attractive…and, uh, that’s why I’d better get back inside.”
She still had me by the arm, though I made a weak effort to pull loose, my glance darting back and forth between the apartment and how her nipples stood out, pulled to attention by little pinches of chilly air. “I mean, Kara would…”
She used her free hand to trace a line down my chest, giving my own nipple a tweak—and dammit, how did she know I’m sensitive there?—before continuing down my stomach. My belt stopped her. She pushed her fingertips inside my waistband.
“Mmmm.” The pout grew more pronounced. “Do I have to be the only one out here without any clothes? I just felt a nice six-pack there…why don’t you let me see?”
“Um,” I tried again, “Kara—”
“Kara what?” came my wife’s voice from the doorway. She hadn’t gotten naked like her old friend, instead wearing that black satin pinstriped slip-thingy that barely covered anything. She burst into a fit of hysterical laughter, and Ami joined her.
“If you could’ve seen the look on your face,” she gasped out between cackles.
“I thought for sure you’d kick my ass.”
“We set you up,” said Ami. “She said you wouldn’t jump me right away, and I had to see for myself.”
“Okay, you got me.” I stooped to the balcony deck and scooped up her dress, light as a feather, like picking up a cloud, and offered it to her. “You’ll be needing this back.”
“Eventually,” she replied, and exchanged a look with Kara.
Then, she took a couple of deliberate, slinky steps toward my woman, pressed her naked body against the thin sheen of fabric covering Kara’s, tipped her head up, and kissed her.
By the time I saw their tongues dart across each other, and Kara had grabbed Ami by the back of the neck and her rump, I walked over to get an up-close look.
They parted lips with a soft plick and turned to study me with sultry eyes.
“Wouldn’t be fair to leave him out,” said Kara.
“Not after he’s been such a good sport,” agreed Ami.
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That’s how I ended up alternating between flicking my tongue over Ami’s clit and burying into the opening of her vagina. It barely fit in there; how would my dick?
Down below, Kara rode me like a jockey on a slow horse, her breathing getting heavy, light moans accompanying every third or fourth stroke.
“You’re close,” breathed Ami. She shifted over me, and I reached up across her ass, my fingers lightly brushing her narrow back. I ran my other hand over Ami’s tiny fingers as she rested them on Kara’s thigh. From the smacking sounds, and my woman’s open-mouthed ahh, I gathered our guest had just wrapped her lips around a bright pink nipple.
“Hey,” I said, unable to be a good little boy and keep licking, “I wanna see.”
Without letting the tit out of her mouth, Ami swung her leg off of me and knee-walked to my side.
“Yeah.”
“You…owe…her,” panted Kara, running her fingers through Ami’s glossy black hair, occasionally squeezing the back of her head as she sucked in a breath.
I picked up the pace of my thrusts, caressing Ami’s back as I watched her suck Kara’s tits, the fingers of her other hand entwined with mine as we both petted Kara’s thigh. Beneath the touch of our combined fingertips, her long, lean leg muscle tightened and relaxed, tightened and relaxed, until—
A jitter. Followed by a full-blown spasm. And then, Kara released an aaaaaahh as she shook hard with her orgasm. I thrusted some more, my cock getting jerkily squeezed as she came, and the next thing I knew, a monster orgasm of my own began to stalk me.
“Uh-uh,” said Ami, who let go of my hand, managed to pull my cock out of Kara, and finished her former roommate’s orgasm off with her fingers while she went back to teasing her nipples with the tip of her tiny pink tongue.
Was I going to complain? Hell no—not for that show.
As Kara’s throbbing ebbed, Ami shifted her attention to me, pressing down on a couple of spots inside my hip and under my nuts.
“There—you’re not on the doorstep anymore, are you?”
“What the hell was that?”
“Acupressure,” whispered Kara, who forced a tired smile. “I think she wants her own turn before you get yours.”
“You said I’d thank you later,” I croaked. “Thank you.”
Kara smiled, reached up, and stroked her fingertips across my chest, while Ami dipped down on all fours, tongue extended. She brushed a breast against my knee as she touched the tip of her tongue to the base of my cock and slowly licked up my shaft.
“Mmmm,” she said, tasting her lips for me when she ran out of schlong to lick. “It’s been a while, but Kara is still Kara.”
“Still don’t like oral sex that much,” she laughed, and then stretched out, naked and luxuriant, on her side next to me.
I turned to look her in the eyes, and she smiled, touching my cheek, and said: “Brace yourself. Ami is an amazing fuck.”
Before I had a chance to look up our guest mounted me and found a way to fit my entire penis inside her. Tight doesn’t come close to describing it.
She tipped forward and gave my nipple a lick. “Kara says you’re sensitive there.”
“Anything else you told her?” I asked. I meant to be looking at her, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of Ami.
“Pretty much everything.”
Kara leaned close to kiss me, her tongue darting across my teeth, and as soon as we parted, Ami was right there with a follow-up. For as tasty as her pussy was, her mouth was sweet, minty, a place where I could spend a lot of time.
Hands ran up and down my stomach and thighs; whose, I couldn’t guess. I opened my eyes to find her staring into mine. I left them open.
My dick throbbed, crisscrossed by flares of slick pleasure and getting bent in ways it wasn’t entirely sure it liked—or disliked. I reached down and grabbed Ami’s hips—narrow, yet flared out in a very feminine shape below the waist. She thrust, pulled, squeezed, and suddenly slipped out from around me, backing away to apply pressure to those points again, giving me a look of a teacher scolding a student. “You were about to come again.”
“I didn’t know,” I replied. Ami and Kara shared a look and a giggle.
She kissed my stomach a few times, her tits once more brushing my thighs, stroking against my cock, and finally she was back into position and riding again.
Kara recovered enough energy to sit up. Sliding over, she leaned and playfully licked the side of Ami’s breast, and my cock began to sizzle as she sped up her grinding. She reached around my woman’s head, pulling her mouth toward her pert brown nipple. Soft, wet kisses, followed by sucking, made her pant and speed up even more.
“Mmm… Mmm…”
Ami scrunched her face as I could tell an impending climax sent feelers from her belly up the back of her neck. Kara increased her suction, licking and slurping, switching to the other tit, and then her little friend wrapped both arms around her shoulders and began to shudder.
“Mmm…Mmmwuaaaaah!”
Tipping her head toward the ceiling, she arched back, embracing Kara hard to her bosom, and shouted her pleasure toward our upstairs neighbors. I held on for all I was worth, curling my toes, concentrating on sucking in lungfuls of air as my shaft jammed harder into the clenching of her vaginal walls.
It probably only lasted half a minute, but it seemed like hours since I could barely hold on… And yet it ended much too quickly.
Her shaking ebbed, and she looked down at me with half-lidded eyes.
“Wow,” she said, her voice liquid silk.
Kara turned and studied me. “Watch out… he makes that face when he’s trying not to come.”
Ami let me slip out of her and crouched once more to give my shaft a slow, faint lick.
Circuits fried in my brain. Electricity wracked me from my heels to my scalp and back again. And yet, I didn’t blow my load.
Through unfocused eyes and a buzzing of sensation in my head came Kara’s voice: “He’s not—oh!”
From above my head I heard the thunk of something smacking the wall.
Every muscle let go, and the girls began to giggle.
I said something, but it wasn’t intelligible. It took another minute or two before my vision came back into focus and I could follow their pointing.
Up on the wall, over my head and a good five feet from the tip of my cock, was a splatter-mark of jizz. Apparently, Ami’s tight little snatch and acupressure voodoo had made me shoot for distance.
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Afterward, we hung out for a while with some TV, and the girls talked while I lounged with my head on Kara’s lap and my legs on Ami’s. I drifted off to sleep, and sunlight poked me in the face before I stirred. I hated to see Ami leave the next morning, but if they’d have followed up with a repeat of the previous night’s sexual activity I might have gone into a coma.
I chalked the whole thing up to Kara getting wild for one night with a friend she hadn’t seen in ages, and our regular sex life remained exciting enough that the memory, while vivid, didn’t leave me disappointed with one-on-one action.
The months rolled by and before too long the days got short and the air chilly. I was packing to go to her parents’ place for Christmas when Kara walked in from fetching the mail, a sly smile on her face and her hands behind her back.
“What are you hiding from me?” I asked.
She gave a demure glance to the floor. “A present.”
“Oh, come on, hon… you didn’t need to.”
“Well, you may not like it. But promise you won’t get mad at me?”
I normally wouldn’t make that kind of commitment, but she gave me her cutest, most vulnerable puppy-eyes. “Okay. Let’s see it.”
She brought a DVD case from behind her back. I saw the picture before the title… a lingerie-clad woman from the neck down. “Interesting…”
“She look familiar?”
“Whoa! Ami does porn?”
“Yeah…” worry creased her forehead. “And now we do too.”
“Huh?”
“You remember that night when she came over?”
I laughed. “Yeah, like I’d ever forget that.”
“Well, she wasn’t exactly in town for a convention. She runs the company that makes these videos. And while she kept you distracted on the balcony, I set the cameras up.”
I looked back down at the case like it was going to bite me. “You mean… we’re in a porno?”
“I hope you’re not mad.”
I let out a hiccup of laughter. “I don’t… uh, look lame in this, do I?”
She smiled. “You look amazing. Ami says it’s up for some sort of AVN award, whatever that is.”
“Wow.”
“You’re mad, aren’t you?”
I smiled, still a bit shocked. “Naw. I just… um, I hope you don’t mind if I don’t take this to your folks’ place.”
“Yeah, wouldn’t that be awkward.”
I laughed, and she relaxed and threw her arms around me. “You want a quickie before we go?”
I held up the DVD. “I’ve never watched a video of us having sex before. Maybe we put this on.”
She took it from me and arched an eyebrow. “You sit on the edge of the bed. I’ll ride you reverse cowgirl so we can both watch.”