Roomie for More

Roomie for More

It had been going on for a while without me knowing, but it knocked me for a loop when I discovered it. And when I discovered it, my girlfriend laughed, "Man, I thought you knew and were just playing along." I don't know what I would have done if I'd found out earlier, but now that I do, I'm feeling confused about it.

I share a house with a roommate. Nobody lives alone anymore in this economy. And my roommate is cool and even though I'm a man and she's a woman, Sam is not someone I've ever thought about dating. And compared to some of my male friends, she's the best roommate you could ask for. She keeps to herself. She cleans up her own messes. She doesn't bring home random dates. Plus, she's a good hang, fun to talk with and I've mainly thought of her as a friend. Generally, I see her when she's preparing meals in our shared kitchen. The rest of the time, she's in her room.

She's small, has straight dirty-blond hair, wears a lot of baggy clothing, rarely wears make-up, or dresses up. It's something I admire actually. It's not like she's a slob; but she's not putting on a show for anyone. She lives for her own comfort, which makes me feel relaxed around her. We keep an unspoken rule to not invade each other's privacy. In our case, it's a little one-sided because I'm the one who has a girlfriend over all the time, and Sam doesn't date that I know of.

My girlfriend, Chelsea, is over all the time and often stays the night. I feel bad for Sam because Chelsea and I can be a bit loud when we're fucking, I'm sure Sam can hear it even though her room is on the other side of the small house. But she's never brought it up or complained. The one time I started to apologize for the noise, Sam said, "Don't worry about it," and changed the subject, which was cool with me. I didn't want an awkward conversation.

Chelsea is a knockout. We met at a club. I clocked her energy immediately. She's a bit of a brat. She has black hair she wears in bangs framing bright blue eyes. Her make-up is dark and smoky. Her nails are black or blood red, typically with nail art to match whatever manga or anime she's ironically referencing. She's loves to wear short skirts and vintage tees that she crops or upcycles.

The night I approached her for the first time; I saw her knocking back come-ons from dudes and women alike. She wore an old gray shirt with a band logo, but it was cropped short enough to hide the name of the band and also to reveal a little underboob when she raised her hand to the bartender. One of the things that caught my eye was that she didn't shave her armpits. It looked forbidden peeking out of the armhole. I thought, that's confidence. My opening line was telling her that I loved that band. Her response was not to look at me but to say, "Name five of their songs that aren't on the Spotify top ten," while sipping her drink and looking around for better options.

I named seven before she interrupted, "What's your name?"

"David."

We've been seeing each other ever since -- about six months.

I have to admit, at first, it was just about the sex. Our first few weeks, I felt I was still auditioning for the part. Chelsea didn't even let me fuck her until I'd eaten her many times to her satisfaction. But once I'd proved that I knew my way around a clit, she rewarded me with the ride of my life. She likes to be on top in most every aspect of life. She's never satisfied with one orgasm a night -- for either of us -- and we stop only after we're too tired to go on. (At least I collapsed after.) We never said we were exclusive or even dating officially, but she spent almost every night in my room, though she often slipped out early in the morning before I woke up, leaving only the scent of her pussy on my face. She tasted so good, I hated to shower in the morning.

On one nights that I woke up and she was gone. I heard noises in the house. Voices muffled by the distance down the hall and to the front room. At first, I thought maybe Chelsea was on her phone, so I slipped out of the room and padded quietly down the hall, not wanting to disturb her or shock her if it was a private call.

The voices still seemed muffled but there were two. My heart skipped a bit when I finally recognized a familiar sound. Chelsea was moaning. It sounded like sex. Was she on the phone with another man? I moved slowly, my heart pumping rapidly and peeked around the corner.

Chelsea was sitting on the back of the couch with her feet on the cushions, naked with knees wide apart. Her fingers were entwined in the long, messy blonde hair of the head between her legs. Sam, fully dressed in sweat pants and an oversized tee, was kneeling on the couch. Her face was nestled between Chelsea's thighs. Sam moaned softly, licking Chelsea's pussy like suckling lamb.

My first thought, was Fuck, I should have known Sam was a lesbian. My second thought was what the hell? Why is my girlfriend letting her do that?

Chelsea though was whispering to her. "That's it, baby. Get it all. David left so much for you."

Holy shit. Chelsea is talking about my cum! We'd fucked a few times that night. And I'd cum in her pussy twice. The last time, Chelsea had me pull out and cum all over her pussy, soaking her short blonde bush. (The carpet was natural but the drapes she dyed dark.) It wasn't unusual for Chelsea. Sometimes she played with my cum, rubbing it in. She'd even fed it to me or had me eat her out after fucking. I never complained because she only came harder and faster when I did.

Now, Chelsea was cooing and encouraging my roommate to lap my cum from her messy pussy. I couldn't get my head around it, but watching it, hearing Chelsea's dirty talk, and Sam's soft mewls of pleasure and sound of her lips smacking and swallowing had me hard. My cock, as usual, was faster to process things than my mind.

Chelsea said, "That's it, baby. This is the closest you get. For now. Go ahead, play with your pussy for me. Show me how much you appreciate this gift."

"Mm hm," Sam moaned. She slipped her hand down into her sweatpants. The way she was leaning over, I could see the hint of breasts for the first time swaying against the shirt, her nipples tracing circles against the cloth. I touched my own cock and tried not to breathe too loud.

"He's never going to fuck you, Samantha. I own his cock now. He's addicted to this pussy. Just. Like. You."

I had to close my eyes and bite my lip because that almost made me come right there. She was right, in a way. I didn't really look at other women. Or at least I wasn't trying to hook up with anyone. I spent most of my time thinking about what Chelsea would do with me when we got together. Would she ride me reverse cowgirl or pull her legs back to her shoulders and let me piston into her? Would she ride my face before or after? Would she suck my cock and slip one finger in my ass? Or two? Heck, all she had to do was look at me with that mischievous glimmer in her eye and I was down for anything. I even let her fuck me with a dildo one time and not only did I not hate it, but also, it was my most intense orgasm ever.

And now Chelsea looked at Sam the same way -- like she was a cat with a bird. Sam moaned loudly into Chelsea's pussy. I'd never heard Sam so much as say a dirty word and here she was close to coming on her fingers while lapping my cum from my girlfriend's pussy.

"Careful, baby," Chelsea said. "You don't want to wake him, do you?"

"Nuh uh?" Sam murmured through her lapping.

I pulled back in the hall. The way she said it made me wonder if Chelsea had caught me looking. But when I peeked back Chelsea was still focused on Sam's face, eyes closed and slurping, her cheeks and nose shining with a mix of cum. She was moaning quieter, which fueled my desire to see her come. It was so private. Sam didn't want me to know. She was literally nursing a crush in that moment. What I thought at first was my girlfriend cheating on my with my lesbian roommate was actually my roommate vicariously eating my cum out of his girlfriend's pussy and afraid to get caught, to admit it. Sam had feelings for me and somehow, Chelsea was using that for her own pleasure.

"Make me come, baby. Make me come with your spunk-covered tongue. You look so sweet. So... hungry. Fuck, you're... you're a good... little... cunt... licker. Too bad... he'll never... know..." She moaned loudly, "Unless."

That pleasure spilled into Sam who rode that crest with her and they both came together. I stood back in the hall afraid to be caught. I tiptoed back to my room. Before I slowly held and twisted the knob back closed, I heard Sam say, "Please, Chelsea. I would die."

I pretended to be asleep as Chelsea came back into the room, then to the bath to shower. My cock stayed hard the whole time. As she finished dressing and bent over to kiss me on my cheek, she whispered, "We'll talk tomorrow."

I was shocked but still pretended not to wake. I heard her chuckle and she was gone. Moments later, I furiously jerked off to the memory of Chelsea's dirty talk and Sam's tender tonguing.

Breakfast was awkward. While I was making my protein shake, Sam came in. She was still in the same sweatpants and tee from last night. Again, I noticed the soft sway of her breasts under the shirt. She gave me a little nod and "Morning, dude," as she slipped past me to get her cereal out of the cupboard. I wondered if she'd washed her face.

Before I realized it, I'd said, "You smell nice today."

She gave me an awkward look and shook her head as she grabbed milk from the fridge. I realized I'd never complimented her before, on anything.

"It's B. O.," she laughed as she plopped down at the small table, curling one leg under her and slouching over her bowl. The sole of her foot was smooth and shiny as she kicked off her slipper.

It wasn't B. O. though, it was Chelsea. I could still smell the aroma of Chelsea's pussy on her face. As Sam chewed on a spoonful of cereal, she rubbed her arm over her mouth to wipe off a drop of milk, but it seemed like a self-conscious effort to mask that she knew why she smelled so good to me suddenly.

I covered our embarrassment by running the blender. She ate quietly and I drank my smoothie leaning against the counter, trying to remember what normal was supposed to look like between us. I'd never paid attention before. I did my thing. She did hers. But it was hard to feel normal when I knew it was Chelsea's pussy on her face and my cum in her belly as she slurped each spoonful of frosted mini-wheats.

"Whatcha doing today?" I asked. She looked up at me with suspicion.

"Just workin'"

"Right." I nodded. Totally casual. For a second, I glanced down at her chest.

Her shoulders tightened. She turned her head and I could see one ear turn bright pink.

"Sorry, sorry. I wasn't... I was just thinking about my day." I laughed it off and she laughed too, but she focused hard on the bowl of cereal and gently bit her bottom lip. Her pale cheeks flushed. I put the cup in the sink and rinsed it out to clean up later.

"Well, have a good one!" I said as I picked up my computer bag and headed out the door.

At work, I couldn't concentrate. I kept thinking about what I'd seen and replaying my interactions with Sam. Clearly, the way Chelsea was teasing Sam, she was into me and had never said anything. Why hadn't I caught it before?

Sam was cute, but not overtly sexual. She didn't flirt with me. At least, not like other girls. But when I thought about it, there were signs. Like how I knew when I got home tonight, the breakfast dishes I meant to wash later would be cleaned and in the rack. Like how she would text me that I was almost out of banana and should probably pick up a bunch for tomorrow. She paid attention to me. I had thought it was just how good roommates behave, but no guy I'd roomed with would care.

Maybe, as I dude, I took that for granted from women. I thought, oh, they like to clean and be thoughtful. But she was thinking about me. And maybe, even hoping I'd see her that way. And here I was having loud, athletic sex every night with my hot girlfriend.

But Chelsea knew before I did.

And I felt guilty. In two ways. First, I felt like I'd ignored Sam's feelings because it benefited me to do so. Second, I felt like I was cheating on Chelsea because suddenly I felt an attraction to Sam. Honestly, it was wondering what if there's something there I overlooked, or the flattery of someone cool liking me in that way. Today I complimented her. I checked out her rack. Was that unfaithful to my girlfriend?

But Chelsea encouraged Sam's attraction, used it to get off. Although, Sam clearly enjoyed it. I should be jealous that Chelsea was having sex with someone else, but I didn't because it was complimentary to me.

I knew things were going to get more awkward now.

Over take-out Chinese food that night, the three of us chatted like everything was normal. Chelsea sat to my right in a black mini-skirt and hot pink tube top. Her nipples and puffy areolas were my main indication that she was having fun. Across from me, Sam wore a tee and fleece shorts. Her legs looked newly shaved and shone with lotion. The tee occasionally shifted and I got a flash of the strap of her green lace bra. The casual look was sexy, I realized. It's probably how she always dressed, but I'd never looked deeper. Like the soft pink lipstick she wore or the way she brushed and shaped her eyebrows, or the way her long, blonde hair slipped off her ear and over her face.

Chelsea gave me knowing glances throughout the meal. She knew I was seeing Sam for the first time. Chelsea reached over to Sam and curled a finger under the exposed bra strap. "This is lovely. Is it new?"

Sam shrugged as she poked chopsticks into her carton. "Not very."

"Well, it's sexy, Sam. Isn't is David?"

"Uh..."

Chelsea laughed. "Don't answer. Roommates aren't sexy, are they? I imagine she's like part of the furniture to you."

"No," I said shocked. I looked at Sam who dared to glance up. "Not at all. I'm sure it's a nice bra, Sam." I immediately regretted my choice of reassurance because Chelsea laughed and Sam pulled the tee over her shoulder to cover the strap. Her shoulders curved in as if to make herself smaller. I felt a pang of pity.

In the bedroom, Chelsea hadn't even closed the door when she said, "Drop those pants."

I barely opened my jeans and pulled off my shirt, before she'd pulled my pants down to my ankles and started kissing my cock through my boxer briefs.

"I knew you'd be hard, baby," she said cooing as she rubbed her face against my shaft, running her hands along it.

"You're so cruel."

She looked up at me. "Try and tell me you hated it." She curled her fingers around my shaft. She made her point. Something about the way Sam squirmed at the table was delicious and exciting.

"She's going to be so wet later," Chelsea said exposing the tip of my cock, running her tongue around the circumcised crown. She stuck the tip of her tongue into my urethra, curling a string of pre-cum into her mouth. "Like I am now." She let her drool run down my cock as she tugged my briefs down to my ankles.

"Fuck, Chelce."

"Yes, please."

She pushed me back against the bed and straddled me, pulling her skirt up and her underwear aside, she sank onto me in one practiced motion. Then with my cock fully inside her she bent over me, looking into my eyes as she squeezed my cock with her pussy.

"Do you want to fuck her, David?"

I shook my head.

"Why not?"

"I want to fuck you."

"Baby, that's not a 'no.'" She squeezed me again, holding longer. "I'm going to keep you on edge, baby. I'm going to milk you slow and long so you give her a big, deep load."

"Jesus."

"She'll wait for me. When I start coming on your cock, she'll hear me. She'll sneak down the hall as if I'm calling to her. She'll press her ear against the door to listen to us fucking, while she plays with her pretty bald pussy."

I moaned.

"I make her shave it for me. My little plaything. She does whatever I tell her, David, because she's afraid I'll tell you. She's afraid for you to know how much she wants you."

I shook my head. "I didn't know."

"Why would you? Not with this fine piece of ass riding you every fucking night."

I groaned as she squeezed me again.

"When we fuck, she edges herself. I tell her not to come until she's eating my pussy. Until she's sucking your spunk out of my snatch. The first time, David. The first time she saw your mess in me, when I pulled up my skirt to show her, she cried. Soft tears, David. She knew you would never fuck her like you fuck me. She knew she was as close as she would get to you."

I grunted and tried to thrust up into Chelsea but she had all the leverage.

"But now the cat's out of the bag, David. I honestly thought you knew what I was doing. Men are... so... fucking... clueless." She clenched her muscles with each word. As I was about to come, she held still. "Not yet, baby."

She told me the story.

"I knew Sam had a crush before she did. I saw the way she watched you slyly as you moved around the kitchen. You in those loose sweats, shirtless, and your semi-hard cock swaying, knowing you were going to be fucking me soon. Her watching you watching me. That's some tasty foreplay right there. I could see her blush, push her hair back, turn your way like a flower seeking the sun."

She rubbed her hands on my chest. "And who could blame her?"

"Sam watched us kiss and fondle each other when we were out there. I sometimes stayed longer just to catch her turning away after we kissed. Once when I was bold enough to stroke your cock through your pants, to let her catch just how hard and thick you were, I heard the slightest little gasp. But you were clueless."

"You were holding my cock. I was... not thinking about anything else. I thought you got away with it."

She laughed. "Fair. So, one day after you and I... finished. I slipped out sooner than usual. I caught her crouching in the hall. Her sweet little hazel eyes locked on mine. She couldn't hide what she had been doing. Her hand was still down her pants. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips shiny. Without a word, I kneeled down next to her. I took her hand and pulled it out of her pants. She was as still as a fawn in the forest, David. I lifted her wrist up to my mouth and I sucked her slick fingers clean."

I sighed.

"Not yet, David. Hold on." But she ground down against me and I rolled my eyes back in agony, imagining Chelsea's pink tongue tracing Sam's fingers.

"I told Sam she could listen anytime she wanted. I wouldn't tell. Her secret was safe with me. I said, 'Trust me, David has no idea how much you want him.' The look in her eyes, David, was tasty. I kissed her. I told her that she was mine now and she simply nodded. I pulled her up and we went into the kitchen. I turned around and leaned against the counter. 'Do you want to see?' She nodded. 'Say it.' 'Please,' she said and I lifted my skirt. I moved my legs wide apart and putting my hand over my pussy, I watched her eyes widen and weep as I separated my lips and you spilled out."

"Oh, fuck, Chelce. I need to come... so bad."

"Uh, uh. Not yet, baby. Like I told her. I own your cock. You won't ever stray, will you?"

"N- no." I couldn't imagine wanting anyone more. Chelsea was a dream. Every schoolboy fantasy of the hot girl taking control. I didn't really know what do with women before her. I was a good fuck, but Chelsea turned me into a lover. But even though I was more confident, I knew deeply that most of it came from her. I never doubted myself with her. She made it clear she wanted me and that made me bolder and more creative. We egged each other on. Yes, I realized that Sam was sexy in her own way, but would I leave Chelsea for her? No. But would I follow Chelsea's lead? Always.

"She drank you up that night like she'd crossed a desert for you. A dessert at the end of the desert. I can't believe you didn't hear her. She made so much noise in that echoey kitchen on her knees sucking you out of me, tasting me. That girl didn't eat pussy like a first timer. But maybe your cum was all the training she needed. Most every night since then she's cleaned up your mess -- except for the few nights you did."

I groaned.

"Yeah, I know you like it. Being dirty for me. Your girl is so happy because she's got a cock and a pussy to play with. And you're both such... eager... students. Ah!"

She came squeezing my cock. Then before she could come down, she sat back and ground on my cock. She bounced up and down, using me like she was going to churn butter.

Her voice grew loud, "Fuck me, David. Fuck me with your thick cock. Fill me with your fucking cream, baby!"

She yelled loud enough to call Sam. Chelsea moaned and screamed to draw Sam down the hall. I pictured her there, leaning against the door. Our words were over the top but Chelsea knew it was effective. It's what Sam ached to hear. We needed her to ache to come too.

I moaned. "Oh, fuck. I'm gonna come. Your pussy feels so good. You're so fucking tight, and wet, and fucking fit my cock perfect. Oh! OH!"

"That's right, baby. Come for me baby. Don't hold back. Fill my... fucking..."

We both came. I thought I wouldn't stop pulsing it was so intense. I hoped Sam was in the hall. I thought I heard a muffled moan and a bump against the wall, but it might have been my imagination because I was nutting so hard.

Chelsea stroked my chest, rubbing my sweat into my skin. I reached up and cupped her breast in the pink tube top. Realizing half the time, I never saw her naked.

We waited there panting. Then we heard a sound -- the slightest shuffle of bare feet on carpet. Chelsea put a finger to her lips and slipped off me. It was an ineffective call for silence as I groaned to leave her. She pulled her underwear back in place. I saw the gusset dampen immediately in the bright pink panties. Looking down at my crotch, she raised her eyebrows mischievously, lowering her mouth over my sticky cock, sucking it clean with one long pull. Then with pursed lips she bent over me and kissed me hard and deep, letting the spit and cum swirl there. She sat back up licking her lips to wet them in what mess remained and left the room.

I lay there silently with my dripping cock deflating on my belly, with my legs splayed halfway off the bed, and my underwear and jeans locked around my ankles. "Who was fucking whom?" I thought.