I’m not the most experienced lady out there. I’ve had a couple of boyfriends, but I’ve only slept with a handful of men. So when I tell you that my housemate was one of the best, I mean it. It’s been about two years, and I still think about him and that night. We never had a romantic or sexual relationship. We were just housemates who got along quite well, although it was always a bit of a challenge living with a man. He was in his early 30s and I was in my late 20s, and we just got along fine.
We would have a chat, watch TV, and then go our separate ways. It was about two years ago when I had a date, and I was excited about it. The date was going great, but when we got back to his place, things started to feel off. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I just felt weird. It turned out he was married, and when he realized I knew, he panicked. I grabbed my stuff and left, but not before he grabbed my hand and said he was sorry.
I walked back home and saw my housemate’s car. I thought about just going to bed and forgetting the night, but something was different that night. When I got inside, he was on the sofa, and I just sat next to him. He asked what was wrong and I told him everything. He was shocked. “Fucking hell, that’s awful. Sorry about that.” I shrugged, but inside I felt weird. He could tell, and he put his hand on my shoulder. I just broke down. I started crying, and he held me. He told me everything was going to be okay, and he apologized again for what had happened.
I felt stupid, like I had let myself down, but he made me feel better. He reminded me that I’m strong, and that this wasn’t my fault. We sat there for a while, just talking and watching TV. I couldn’t believe how understanding and kind he was being. He was like a big brother to me. I don’t know when it happened, but something shifted.
It started with a touch. He touched my hand, and it sent shivers down my spine. I looked up at him, and I could tell he felt it too. He looked at me with a gaze I had never seen before. It was like he was seeing me for the first time. I remember the first touch. It was his hand on my knee. I was wearing shorts, and his touch was like a bolt of electricity. I looked down and saw his hand there, and I couldn’t believe it.
We had never done anything like this before, but there was something about that night. Something in the air, something that made it feel right. He didn’t move his hand. It just rested there on my knee. I could feel the warmth of his skin, and it was like every nerve in my body was on fire. I didn’t move either. I just sat there, looking at his hand on my leg, feeling the heat radiating from it. It was as if time had stopped. I don’t know how long we sat like that. It felt like hours, but it was probably only seconds.
Then, he moved his hand. He started stroking my thigh, slowly, gently. His fingers were tracing circles on my skin and I could feel my body responding. I wanted more. I needed more. I looked up at him, and our eyes met. The tension was palpable. We both knew what was happening, but neither of us said a word. His hand continued its journey up my thigh, and I could feel myself getting wet.
My pussy was throbbing, and I knew I couldn’t stop this even if I wanted to. I wanted him. I needed him. He moved closer to me, and his lips were inches from mine. I could feel his breath on my face, and I knew what was coming. I closed my eyes, and our lips met. It was like an explosion of sensations. His lips were soft, and his kiss was gentle yet passionate. I melted into him, and my body arched towards his. We kissed for what felt like an eternity. Our tongues danced together, and I felt like I was floating.
His hands were all over me, touching, caressing, exploring. I was lost in the moment, and I didn’t want it to end. He pulled away, and I opened my eyes. He was looking at me with a hunger I had never seen before. His eyes were dark with desire, and I knew he wanted me just as much as I wanted him. He didn’t say a word. He just stood up and took my hand. I followed him to his room without a second thought.
As soon as we were inside, he closed the door and pushed me against it. His lips found mine again, and we kissed like there was no tomorrow. His hands were everywhere, touching, squeezing, grabbing. I was moaning into his mouth, and I could feel his erection pressing against my stomach. He broke the kiss and started trailing kisses down my neck. His lips were like fire, and I felt like I was burning up.
He reached the top of my shirt and started unbuttoning it, his lips never leaving my skin. When my shirt was open, he pushed it off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. His eyes were fixed on my bra, and he groaned. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered. He reached behind me and unclasped my bra, letting it fall away. My breasts were free, and he palmed them, squeezing them gently. His thumbs flicked over my nipples, and I moaned.
He leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking. I was on fire, and I needed more. He switched to the other nipple, giving it the same attention. My hands were in his hair, holding him close. I was panting, and my pussy was soaking wet. I needed him inside me. He moved back up to my lips, kissing me deeply. His hands were on my shorts, unbuttoning them and pushing them down. I stepped out of them and kicked them aside. His eyes widened when he saw my panties.
“Jesus Christ,” he breathed. “You’re so fucking hot.” I blushed, but I didn’t feel embarrassed. I felt empowered. I wanted him to see me, to touch me, to fuck me. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and pulled them down. He stepped back and looked at me, his eyes roaming over my body. I felt exposed, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to see all of me. “You’re perfect,” he said, his voice filled with awe.
He stepped forward and kissed me again, his hands on my waist. He walked me backward until my legs hit the bed. He gently pushed me down and I lay back, looking up at him. He took off his shirt, revealing his chiseled chest. I licked my lips, wanting to touch him, to taste him. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers. His cock sprang free, and I gasped. He was big, really big.
He climbed onto the bed, hovering over me. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice husky with desire. I nodded, my eyes never leaving his. “Yes, I’m sure, I want you.” He groaned and kissed me again. His lips trailed down my body, stopping at my breasts. He sucked and licked my nipples until I was writhing beneath him. Then, he continued his journey down, kissing and licking my stomach, my hips, my thighs. When he reached my pussy, he looked up at me.
“You’re so wet,” he said, his voice full of desire. “I’m going to make you feel so good.” I nodded, unable to speak. His tongue flicked out and licked my clit, and I cried out. He started licking and sucking my pussy, his tongue working magic. I was moaning and thrashing on the bed, my hands gripping the sheets. He slid a finger inside me, then another. He curled them upwards, hitting that spot that makes me see stars. I was close, so close.
He sucked my clit into his mouth, and that was it. I came hard, my body shaking and my pussy clenching around his fingers. He didn’t stop. He kept licking and sucking, drawing out my orgasm. When I finally came down from my high, he kissed his way back up my body. He hovered over me, his cock resting against my wet pussy. “Are you ready?” he asked, his eyes locked on mine. I nodded, biting my lip.
He slowly pushed inside me, and I groaned. He was so big, and it felt so good. He filled me up completely, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. He started moving, slowly at first, then picking up the pace. He slammed into me, over and over, and I was screaming his name. He kissed me, swallowing my moans. His hands were on my hips, holding me in place as he fucked me hard. I could feel another orgasm building, and I knew it wouldn’t be long. He reached between us and started rubbing my clit, and that sent me over the edge.
I came again, my pussy clenching around him. He kept going, fucking me through my orgasm. A few moments later, I felt his cock twitch inside me. “I’m close,” he groaned. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer. “Come for me,” I whispered. “Come inside me.” That was all it took. He came hard, filling me up with his cum. He collapsed on top of me, both of us breathing hard. We lay there for a few moments, our bodies still connected, him still inside me. Finally, he rolled off me and pulled me close.
