She's My Room Mate's Girl

She's my Room Mate's Girl

Introduction

This is my first upload for a long time and I decided to do something different with this one. It has a more light of tone and plenty of humour. Part 1 in particular is more about sexual tension and heavy flirting than it is about sex. But Part 2 is already almost finished and will follow soon.

Also a note on the text. I'm British, so I used the British terms for things such as knickers instead of panties and some British slang and curse words. Google is your friend if you don't recognise a word.

Part 1

"All women are bitches!" Phil, my best friend raised his can of beer to toast his philosophical comment.

"But fuck them," I replied.

"... and we will," he smiled.

I raised my can to his and repeated the motto, "All women are bitches".

Of course I didn't believe it. People are all shades of grey. But Phil was really referring to one woman in particular. My ex, Zoe. We had gone out for three years. She was my first true love. I'd had other girlfriends. Even cried when I was dumped and swore I would love them forever. But Zoe was my first adult relationship and it had recently come to a sorry end. I say recently, it was now nearly three months ago but the fact that I was still counting the days, meant it was still raw to me. The icing on my shitcake was the fact that she had left me for another man and my mind would continually give me sporadic visions of her romping with a this perfect specimen of a man, writhing passionately in his arms, bathed in sweat, whilst I sat here with a warm flat beer and Phil, who, sorry to say, was no looker.

Still, things were on the up. Phil's friend from work who went my the name of Zack, had been in need of a room-mate and he was the kind of man that pussy followed around like an old stinking cat lady. It was our plan that I would be getting some of the pussy that was going spare. It sounded like a fine plan for want of anything better.

Tonight was my first night in my new apartment, but it was a quiet start and there was currently zero pussy occupying our apartment. My new room mate Zack was a bit of party animal, and it was Friday night, so he was out and about, doing whatever popular, charismatic, good looking people do. I wouldn't know, I wasn't exactly a hermit and I hadn't yet been stoned in the street by locals for being a hideous freak. But I was a definite 'inbetweener'. Neither Geek nor Jock as it were, but somewhere in the middle. Zack was a definite Jock and Phil leaned towards geek. I'm oversimplifying the vast array of human traits here, but you hopefully get my point.

Tonight there was to be a get together at the apartment later as a sort of welcome. Zack promised that there would be plenty of pussy on arrival by midnight. His girlfriend was a student at the local university which assured a river of students that should flow straight though our apartment. Both myself, Phil and Zack all worked full time and we had our own social circles but I was hoping that being here within the student night life circle would help my currently non existent social life.

I was twenty four and feeling like I might just be getting past the party stage before I'd even began. But now was my time to be making up for it. It wasn't just about the pussy, I wanted to have fun, to talk about shit into the early hours with random strangers. To wake up and not know where I was. To get high, to be immature, to play spin the bottle and to kiss a girl without even knowing her name. But still, it would be nice to get some pussy too.

Phil and I finished off a few more beers and as the clock ticked towards midnight I was starting to feel kind of anxious. Was I even ready for pussy if said pussy landed in my lap and purred? Zoe had really fucked me over and left me something of a PTS victim. She had single handedly ruined my perceptions of true love, 'the one' and all of that Hollywood bullshit.

Midnight came and I was still there, waiting with my Dutch courage when a group of my friends arrived. Tom and James and their girlfriends, Lisa and Debbie, one of whom was annoyingly Zoe's friend. I immediately felt like I was being spied on. I mean Zoe didn't really give a shit, but anything out of the ordinary, any new low that I managed to reach would surely be reported back to her like a Sunday paper headline.

'All the more reason to get some pussy,' I thought to myself. Wondering that if Zoe heard about it that she might still have a hint of jealousy.

Our new arrivals were already more than half cut and they immediately brandished a copious amount of weed as my welcoming gift. I was more than happy to oblige them. I set Phil to rolling some joints as was his speciality and I got some warm beer for the newcomers. It was then that the first truckload of pussy arrived. About twenty people I didn't know poured in through my front door in a hail of cheers and laughter. They weren't all female. But I was pleased to see that there was a seventy to thirty percent ratio towards the female variety.

One girl came up to me and Phil and demanded to know, "So who is Justin?"

"Guilty," I answered with a smile.

She held her hand out and I shook it, "I'm Daisy, Zack's girlfriend. Did he mention me?"

"Never mentioned a Daisy to me. Think there was a Gemma though." I grinned. Pleased at myself for making an actual joke.

She let out the barest hint of a smile, "Wow. Are you like a professional comedian or something? I think I just wet my knickers that was so funny."

Part of me wanted to run. Just get out of that room and keep running till I collapsed and died from social awkwardness. But there was a certain look in her eyes. A glint of mischief.

"I remember now. Daisy. Zack mentioned something about a stalker. Crazy bitch. That sort of thing."

She turned to Phil. "Does he just keep going like this all night? He's like fucking C3PO."

Phil nodded sheepishly. "He just keeps talking."

"Well I suppose he's adorably awkward." She smiled at me as though I were her cute nephew. "These are some of my friends from uni. I hope you don't mind. Some are single and not too picky, so if you ply them with booze they should open like a flower for pretty much anyone, even you two... peculiar creatures. Now where the fuck is Zack?"

"I haven't heard from him since about seven. Said he would be here for midnight." I replied.

"He's completely useless at being on time for anything. Or sometimes for turning up at all. Well I'm going to see to my friends and I'll text him. We'll talk later. You can teach me some more about humour where you come from."

"Yeah sure, see you in a bit." I said, trying to be all nonchalant and cool.

As soon as she was out of earshot. Phil commented, "Well that's gonna be awkward?"

"What?" I asked, pretending not to have noticed.

"What? Are you kidding? The fact that your room mate's girl's super hot and she's going to be here all the time. She's gonna be running around in a t-shirt and little tiny shorts and you're gonna have to pretend like it's cool and it doesn't phase you. You're gonna have to be strong bro."

It was undeniable. Daisy was super hot. Apparently she was half Korean, half English. She was about five seven, slim of build, pale of skin and with quiet large breasts for her small frame. She had long dark hair, and with gorgeous brown eyes.

"I guess so." I replied dumbly, without realising the full implications of what was actually going to happen in the coming weeks.

The night carried on with drinking, smoking and all the things that young people get up to. It was about half one when Daisy came over to find me again. I was sat on the three seater couch with a couple of girls and blokes scattered about, chatting idly. I'd spotted a couple of potential mating partners but it had been a while for me and I wasn't confident enough to move in yet. Without giving me any warning Daisy came over and leapt on to my knee as though it were her own personal futon. She was sat side on and dangled her legs across the couch and also across another girls legs who had been sitting next to me and I had been trying to chat up without too much success.

"It appears my boyfriend won't be joining us." She announced. "He's dropped off the face of the Earth again."

Trying to ignore the fact that I had such a hot girl sat and my knee, my cock which was jumping to attention beneath her, her face only inches for mine and her state on drunkenness becoming more apparent I replied, "I'm sure he'll resurface soon."

"You don't know him like I do. He'll be gone till tomorrow afternoon at least. But enough about him. Tell me about you. I here you have a bitch ex girlfriend?"

My eyes darted about, looking to see if Zoe's friend was within earshot. She wasn't. "Word gets around..." I said.

"Stereophonics first album, what of it?" She giggled at her witty interruption.

"Their best album, a bit before your time though."

"You're like five years older than me you dick." Don't think that because you're a little older you have a sense of entitlement to older music."

"Well ninety ninety seven isn't that old." I replied.

"It is. But we have gone off topic thanks to my hilarious wit. Where were we? Ah, your bitch ex-girlfriend," she said it a little louder this time.

"Keep your voice down, that girl over there is her friend." I gestured with my eyes.

She looked over to where Debbie was in conversation and didn't seem to have noticed, the loud music having drowned out Daisy's words. Daisy put a finger to her lips. "Oops," she giggled. Before adding even louder again, "What a bitch!"

She turned back to me like a child waiting their bed time story. "So... tell me about it."

So I began, "Well to be fair when you ask about me, my ex-girlfriend isn't exactly high on the list of things that define me. But yes my ex-girlfriend cheated on me and left me for someone else. She should be flailed alive if you ask me."

"Well it's kind of pointless flailing a dead person. But yes you're right she should. Tell me about you. Tell me about Justin, minus that poisonous bitch that should be flailed alive." She spat that last section theatrically in Debbie's general direction.

So I told her all about me and why I was here and what I was about. I was drunk too, so I spilled more than I would have otherwise. All the while Daisy stared at me intensely with those deep, dark eyes. It was an intense stare, like she might slap me or maybe kiss me. Her eyes travelled up and down my face, sometimes staring at my lips, other times at my hair. Her mouth hung open slightly and her eyes burned into my skull. My cock was raging beneath her arse and I kept thinking that surely she could feel it. It was pressing up hard against her. At first I had tried to command it to cease. But it hadn't worked and Daisy either hadn't felt it or didn't mind.

Daisy sat on my knee for the rest of the night. Even when I got up to go take a piss. I came back and awkwardly stood near her. Upon noticing me she grabbed me, forced me to sit down and jumped back on my knee like a fairy to a toadstool.

"You have a comfy knee," she purred at me, and my cock immediately sprang back to attention and began to pulse.

But as pleasant as it was to have Daisy on my knee, it did ruin my chances of getting laid. I could hardly chat up another girl with Daisy sprawled across me like a lounging Persian princess and everyone seemed to think Daisy was my girlfriend. Even Phil pulled, which shows that my chances of pulling would have been high but for Daisy's antics. So I was torn between enjoying her company and the sexual tension between us and the realisation that I was missing out on some real action.

The night finished about five. We still had a few people about. Phil had left with his girl but we still had a couple of girls and blokes about, all couples. Daisy had fallen asleep on my chest, her arm around my waist, her warm breath gently caressing my neck. Feeling suddenly exhausted and near to sleep myself, I carried her toward Zack's room. I walked down the corridor to find it locked. I had no idea where the key might be and upon asking Daisy I got only an inaudible groan. Fearing I might drop her, I fumbled for the key to my room and opened it up. I put her into my bed. It was a king size and she looked tiny in it. She quickly rolled over and went to sleep.

Now I was worried about what to do. Back in the living room two couples were making out, Zack's room was locked and Zack's girlfriend was here. I surmised the best course was to construct a makeshift bed on the floor at the foot of my bed. I did this and fell into it, falling into a deep sleep in seconds.

The next thing I remember is being shook awake. I suddenly burst awake, thinking it might be Zack, full of accusations he would ask with his fists. But it was Daisy.

"Fuck is it?" I asked through squinted eyes.

"You fuckin idiot, what are you doing?" She replied.

"Er fucking sleeping until you woke me up." I replied, stretching out my stiff neck and back.

"Don't be a dick. There's a king size bed here and you're on the floor. This isn't the nineteen fifties. Stop being a fucking knight in shining armour and get in the bed before I get medieval on your ass. I am half Korean, so I know Taekwondo and shit."

"What if Zack comes. It'll look... you know."

"Yeah well lock the door. But he won't come anyway."

I did as she ordered and got into the bed somewhat sheepishly, sticking to a side of the bed like it was my own kingdom. But within seconds Daisy had invaded my side like she was a Russian on a special military operation and was she pressed up against me with her head against my shoulder.

"What are you thinking?" She whispered.

"I'm thinking that you're my room mates girlfriend but you're here, pressed up against me. Warm and soft."

"I don't cheat Justin."

"Okay." I replied, unable to think of a better response.

"But my boyfriend is a dick and I think he does cheat. I don't know for sure yet. But for fuck's sake he disappears for days on end which shows he has no respect for me if nothing else. So I think we're coming to an end. But I still love him."

"The prosecution has a strong case against him. But okay I get it." I said, thinking at once that she was using me and feeling annoyed.

"No. By your tone I don't think you do." She grabbed hand in hers and held it tight in her small soft hand. "A few hours ago we had never met. Now here we are. I'm glad I met you Justin. Very glad. Now go to sleep and don't try anything or I'll cut off your balls."

"You like to cut balls off it seems."

"Yeah. I have several jars of preserved balls in my room."

"You know, you are slightly fucked up Daisy."

"Coming from you, I take that as a compliment."

"I suppose that it is."

With that we both went quiet and fell fast asleep.

I awoke with a jolt. Images in my minds eye of the door open and Zack standing there looking at me, a big axe is his hands. But the door was closed, the bed and the room were empty and there was no sound save the throbbing in my head. I sat up and took a deep gulp from my water bottle. I threw a pair of jeans on and made my way into the main room. Daisy was in the kitchen cooking something that smelled amazing. But otherwise the apartment was silent and clean. Everywhere was tidy and organised and there was not a hint that a party had been held there the night before except for a bag of bottles and cans waiting to go out.

"Good morning lover." Daisy said cheekily.

"Morning." I replied through a sore throat. "Where is everybody and what are you cooking?"

"Everyone got kicked the fuck out as soon I woke up. I'm not making breakfast for some random dicks in my class I hardly know. And the smell is just that. Breakfast. You're not one of those veggie's fags are you?"

"For a pretty girl you have a very potty mouth."

"Fuck you, you fucking twat bastard cunt bitch! How's that?"

"I think you got most of them."

"Good. Now sausages?"

"Yes definitely."

"Good. I am something of a cook I like to think. Korean food is my speciality but I am half English so today, in honour of my father, we have an English breakfast. Cool?"

"Better than cool. Still no sign of Zack I assume?"

"Who?"

"Never mind."

Breakfast was amazing. I had to eat slowly, for the sake of a delicate stomach, but it was perhaps the best English breakfast I had ever tasted.

Afterwards we sat and watched some crappy Saturday morning TV for about an hour when Daisy's phone finally beeped with a message from Zack.

"Seems he is alive after all. Full of apologies and wants to take me out for lunch." She stood up and stretched. "Be back in a minute."

I remained where I was, half watching the TV, half looking at my phone.

Then Daisy came back in wearing a tight fighting, low cut red dress. She stood in front of the TV. "This one or the blue one?"

I raised my eyebrows. "Well the red one looks great."

"Hmm, I'm not sure. Let me try the other one on. She turned her back to me, but made no effort to evade my leering eyes. So fuck it, I watched her, trying to seem impassive as a hot girl stripped off to her pink knickers and bra in front of me. She wore a thong which meant that most of her arse cheeks were laid bare to me.

"What do you think?" She asked with a giggle.

"I think Zak's a lucky man. But to be honest thongs aren't my thing. I prefer French knickers."

"You know most men wouldn't answer that way?" She replied as she started putting the blue dress over her head.

"What can I say, I'm not most men."

"You certainly are an anomaly Justin. Some might go further than that. For me, I like it. But why not a thong? It displays more of the goods."

"Perhaps. But I've always called them, and I'm sorry this may sound gross, crack sitters."

The blue dress now in place, she did a quick spin, "Crack sitters. That's seriously gross. But I guess unfortunately true."

The blue dress was less tight fitting, a little shorter, but less low cut. "It is, I mean they sit up... there all day, they're not going to smell of roses. But I prefer the blue". I said, "Unless there's a third option? Maybe you have some stockings or something?"

"Pervert." She laughed.

"Okay well have a nice afternoon. I hope Zack does some serious grovelling."

"He better." She laughed. Then hesitated a moment, "It's been fun. I hope we can be good friends."

"As do I." I replied, feeling that the word friend was in some way incorrect, but unable to find another word to suit. "But you have to think seriously about the French knickers if our friendship is to continue."

"I promise I will look into as soon as I'm able." She pulled out her phone, "Give me your number." It was more of an order than a request.

I obliged and she gave me a kiss on the cheek, then left.

When Daisy had been here I had felt a strange sense of excitement and the air had been tinged without mutual interest in each other. But when that door closed, I was left alone and with the realisation that however much I enjoyed her company, she wasn't mine and she never would be. In fact, she was at that very moment going to see another man as I lay there feeling a little sorry for myself.

I turned the TV off and stuck some music on. The first track that played at random was Patience by Guns N' Roses and as it played it brought a feeling of melancholy. "Shit!" I shouted at the speaker. "What the fuck is wrong with me. I just met this girl last night."

I wasn't sure what I was feeling. Was it just a general lack of self esteem and the belief that Daisy and other women might just use me but not actually want me.

My phone hummed and I picked it up,"Missing me already fuck tard?" Read the message from Daisy. I smiled, and began a reply.

It was another week until I saw Daisy although we text each other occasionally. But this is when my strange weekly cycle began. All week I would spend with Zack, not seeing Zoe at all, unless she popped in for five minutes as they were going out. Then, once Friday night came Zack would disappear and Zoe would re-appear.

So it was this Friday. Zack and Daisy had arranged for friends to come around for another small house party. Then he had vanished off the face the earth without trace. At the start, it was a little awkward, because it was me, Phil and the girl he had hooked up with the other week who seemed to now have become his girlfriend. Or at least she was always with him so I suppose that's an appropriate term for her. Then it was all of Zack and Zoe's friends. Some of them I recalled from the weekend earlier. But others I wasn't sure if they were new to me or not. My attention had been largely elsewhere.

Phil leant over to me, "So are you going to get laid tonight Justin? This is getting fuckin' pathetic. I may have to get on to Guinness if this shit carries on."

You can always rely on your best friends to make you feel real good about yourself. "Well I did fuck your mum the other week so I haven't gone that long." I replied.

He ignored the riposte and added, "Doesn't it fucking piss you off that your ex is getting some and you're not? I mean she's probably getting fucked right now. Whilst we're having this conversation."

You have to love Phil, always there for me.

"Life isn't all about sex my friend. Here we are, having a drink, good company, beautiful ladies present. I'm fine, I'm having a good time."

"Well if you're holding out for that Korean bitch you seriously need a reality check. That is not going to happen my friend. You have more chance with fucking Daisy Duke."

"She's not even a real person. Besides she's probably like sixty.

He shrugged, "I'd still bang her."

Just then a group of four females came in through the front door. One of them was Zoe and immediately I felt a little tense. I glanced over to her but she was busy talking and didn't look my way, so I just did my best to play it cool and act like everything was normal. But I had a strange feeling. Like there was a man with a bomb jacket in the room and only I knew it.

Daisy didn't come over at all to say hi and given the small size of the space we were in, it did seem she must be avoiding me. Every time I looked over at her I felt partly queasy, partly excited. She was wearing a simple black dress with black tights and heels. But she still looked amazing.

It was actually another girl who made a pilgrimage over to the sacred couch of Justin to speak to me first. She sat down next to me and stuck out her hand which I shook, "Hey, I was here last week but we didn't speak, I'm Alex."

"I'm Justin." I replied. I'm sorry I didn't get chance to speak to you. Though I was being pinned down by my room mate's girlfriend most of the night."

She smiled, "Yes I did notice. To be honest I thought she was your girlfriend. I've not actually met Zack. What's he like?"

"Oh he's.... an interesting guy."

She smiled and nodded, "You say a lot without saying much. Does he always arrange parties and not show up? Is that like his thing?"

"I guess it is. Which may explain why his girlfriend gets pissed at him. What are you studying?"

It was at that moment, somewhat coincidentally, that Daisy finally appeared and without any prompt, she jumped on my knee.

"Hey Justin." She said, handing me a beer which I could hardly turn down. I mean who refuses a free cold beer from an attractive female? Daisy knocked aside my right hand and insisted on putting the beer into my left, which I found odd.

She then turned to Alex and with a politeness that was almost over the top she said, "Hi sorry to interrupt. I'm Daisy. Me and Justin go way back." She shook hands with a somewhat reluctant Alex. There was a moment or two of awkwardness before Alex answered my question. But as she did, Daisy surreptitiously took my right hand and put it under her dress. Whatever Alex was saying was lost to the void as I politely nodded and smiled and Daisy did the same. Daisy slowly guided my hand to the back of her thigh and all of my senses were with that hand as it ran along the nylon of her tights upwards, ever so slowly. Then I felt flesh and I understood. She was wearing stockings. I felt my already half hard cock stiffen to attention and a moment later Daisy shifted her position slightly on my lap so that my cock was pressed tightly against her left thigh as my hand explored her right. There was no doubt in my mind that he could feel my cock and that she was enjoying it.

She continued to guide my hands upwards, past a garter, to her arse cheek which was covered in a soft nylon material. She was also wearing French knickers too. She moved my hand back down to where the stockings top met the top of her thigh and she gently patted my hand and left it there as she politely responded to something Alex had said. Alone under Daisy's dress now, I gently caressed the stocking top and then the thigh with my fingers. Then, at length, I slipped a few fingers inside the top of the stocking, feeling the warmth of her thighs against my hand.

Eventually Alex got bored of me and moved on to pastures new. Daisy watched her go like a lion who had just fought off a rival. "What do you think?" She purred into my ear.

"I am pleasantly surprised."

"Well even if my dick boyfriend does how up later I'll make sure you get to see what they look like. It was your inspiration after all."

The party started to wind down and the guests, such as they were, began to order taxis. It was more by chance than design that I ended up in the kitchen alone with Alex.

"Hey sorry about earlier." I began.

"It's okay. But I'm not going to pretend I like the bitch," whispered Alex.

I shrugged, "She has made it her mission in life to see that I never get laid. She's very protective."

I have no idea who kissed who, but one moment we were talking, the next we were kissing. I put my arms around her waist as I explored her mouth gently with my tongue. It felt at once strange and wonderful to a man who had been without for a time and only with one other mouth to kiss before that. She held my head in her hands and the kiss was turning surprisingly passionate.

"Alex will you stop swallowing that poor guy, our taxi's here." Called a female voice from the front door.

Alex continued for a few more seconds until the voice called again "Alex?"

She broke the kiss off, "I'm sorry. I have to go. I'm sure I can find you on Facebook. I'll send you a message. That okay?"

"Of course. I'd like to see you again." I replied, then at once wondered if I had shown too much of my hand.

She kissed me on the lips once more, which led to a few more seconds of French kissing before she was dragged away by her friend and was away in moments and the apartment was quiet and empty.

No sooner had she gone than I heard Daisy magically reappear from Zack's room. Still slightly in a daze I asked. "Want a brew?"

"Sure thing."

I put the kettle on and busied myself making a couple of cups of tea. I checked the clock and it was just turned midnight.

"I hate that ginger skank." Commented Daisy as she came back into sight.

"She has great tits though." I replied, without turning.

"Yeah I can't argue with that the lucky bitch." Daisy conceded. "You want a spliff?" She added.

I turned to find Daisy dressed in just a bra, French knickers, stockings and a garter. She was smoking a joint. The sight was out of this world but I feigned indifference, replying just. "Sure thing."

She handed it over, giving me a look as she did, as though daring me to not say anything. I took the spliff, meeting her eyes. She just stood there, this teasing smile on her face. I stared right back at her. I put the spliff down on an ashtray a I kept up the staring contest. The room was deathly silent now and nothing moved apart from a thin stream of smoke from the spliff on the table, her still dressed in just a bra, knickers and stockings. I wasn't going to back down from her. If I had to stand here all night, I wasn't going to look away. Her deep brown eyes burned into me and I just kept looking back at her, thinking how much I wanted to kiss her, to slap her, to grab hold of her and throw her over the couch and fuck her hard from behind. But I did none of these things, I just kept up the stare for what felt like ten minutes before she finally relented, her frown deepening, "Alright you stubborn fucker. I'll let you have this one. Now stop wasting that spliff."

I picked it back up and asked. "Where did you get this?"

"Well Justin, I fucking wonder. My boyfriend seems to be high most of the time and I've just been to his room so... maybe... and this would be a fucking wild assumption... maybe I got it from Zack's room?" She raised her one eyebrow.

"You're such a bitch." I smiled.

She laughed, "You love it. Come on it's early, dance with me."

I took a puff on the spliff and released a cloud of smoke. "What?"

Daisy, ignoring me, was already heading towards the music player, but she stopped on her way to turn the light switch knob, dimming the lights. I watched her as she did this, then walked a few more steps to the music player. She was strutting like a bird in a mating ritual and she was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. I walked over to her a little hesitantly, feeling like a lowly peasant who had just walked into his lord's ball. Daisy came back over to me and put her arms around my shoulders. I in turn put my arms around her waist as I picked up the rhythm of the music. There we danced, in the dim light, without words between us as we went through about ten minutes of music. It was a surreal experience.

At length Daisy leaned into my ear and whispered. "Grab my ass."

So of course I obliged, feeling that the gender roles had reversed between us, but not complaining as I kneaded her soft ass, covered by silky knickers.

"Was she a good kisser?" She asked out of the blue, looking into my eyes.

"The best," I replied. A slight dare in my eyes.

Daisy's eyes did not leave mine. She stopped dancing and moved into kiss me. She grabbed the back my head and we began to kiss, a level of passion and urgency even exceeding the earlier kiss with Alex. She grabbed the back oh my head, pulling my hair with one hand as the other grabbed my throat hard. I slipped one of hands into the back of her knickers and grabbed her hair with the other. Daisy sucked on my tongue, licked my lips, parted from the kiss long enough to lick my face before diving back in to a deep, wet, drunken and passionate kiss.

The song stopped, and we separated reluctantly. "Better than that?" She asked.

"Well it was close." I smiled.

"Like fuck it was."

"Let's watch a film." Daisy said suddenly, without waiting for my consent, she took me by the hand and led me over to the couch. "Sit down, legs up on the couch." She ordered as she turned the TV on. I sat down and she fetched a large fleece blanket and came over to me and lay down on top of me, pulling the blanket over us, sealing us in together like two big fish in a small tank. I was trying hard to get my head around this. Here was this gorgeous girl, dressed in just stockings, knickers and bra and she was lying on top of me. My cock on the other hand, didn't give a fuck. It just jumped to attention, bursting at my fly, desperate to get out and play like a puppy.

Daisy snuggled into me and began flicking through movies with the remote. She landed, without much decision, on The Last of the Mohicans and the film opened with that big orchestral movement as she put the remote down and snuggled in further. She took my right hands and placed it one her right thigh, were it had been earlier and so I played with the flesh of her thigh as I had before. This went on for some minutes, time passing quickly, both us only half watching the movie.

She moved my right hand to her navel then gently placed the hand back inside her knickers just in the waist band. I felt myself begin to tremble and I thought hard to fight it down. She didn't let go of the hand, and only let my hand slip to my knuckle. I could feel her short pubic hair, but beyond that, like a burning coal fire was the real treasure. So close, and yet, I realised, it may as well have been in a different galaxy for all the chance I had of touching it. Daisy was just teasing me. Teasing me to the point of madness.

At length she took the hand, and guided two of my fingers back up across her belly and her navel, past the clasp of her bra, taking a slight detour over her left breast, then up her neck, over the point of her chin and into her mouth. She gently sucked on my fingers, not imitating a blow job as such, but just gently using her mouth to nibble, suck, lick and kiss my fingers. It was fair to say, those fingers had been on an adventure tonight.

Daisy seemed to bring the game to and end. I wasn't sure if that was because she was too turned on or because she was just bored. But she brought my fingers back down to rest her her navel and not long after we called it a night.

Despite now having the key to her own room, Daisy still came to my room and again I found myself in bed with her. She had put her pyjama's on so it wasn't as bad as earlier, but she was still there in the flesh. She cuddled into me, "I can't believe we kissed." She whispered in the darkness.

"I'm not complaining."

"It was fantastic. But... I only did it to prove a point. There's no way that little skank is a better kisser than me."

"She isn't." I concurred.

"Good," she replied.

"That was fucking awesome though. Even if Zack gets laid tonight with someone else, there's no way it will be as good as that kiss."

"True," I replied.

I lay there for a while longer in silence, before realising that Daisy had fallen asleep. I began to wonder if this was all a great adventure or a miserable slog. I considered how and when it might end and what might happen along the way and my predictions were not too positive. But at some point, I too fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.