Fucking my Flatmate Ch. 02

I got home from work that evening just as the girls were setting out dinner.

As usual at this time of year, they were each dressed in a bikini top with a mini skirt bottom. It's sort of the only way of dealing with the muggy conditions at this time of year when you don't have air conditioning and the lounge room faces west.

Kelly was slightly different in that, this night, she had a one-piece swimsuit instead of a bikini top, but it didn't cover much more. Indeed, in some respects, less. The back was fully cut away to below the waistband of her skirt and the front had a deeply plunging neckline which went nearly down to her belly button, leaving narrow tall triangles supported only by string straps which crossed over on her back and connected with the swimmers down near her hips. They somewhat covered a portion of her breasts, although the thin material was clearly unlined and it didn't take much in the way of moisture or wetness to leave them translucent enough to make her areola and nipples quite visible. The effect was increased by another elastic strap across her back which pulled the material tightly under her breasts, frankly leaving an result which looked more like it was painted on -- with translucent paint -- than worn.

She'd worn it like this before and frankly I found it even more distracting than any bikini top she had.

And with the girls mini skirts, I'd seen enough upskirt of all of them as we sat on the lounges at night, to know the garment Kelly had on, while not quite a thong, didn't have much covering her crotch or bottom.

As for me, well, my practice was to strip down to a pair of shorts or a pair of board shorts -- usually worn commando. On this evening I'd made it a pair of board shorts.

Inevitably, the dinner conversation quickly got down to the noisy sexual activities Kelly and I had together that morning. And, equally inevitably, we were asked if we were now a couple. Kelly and I looked at each other. The morning activities had all happened so quickly -- well, not the fucking part, but what was left for talking -- and we had to leave for work so soon after, that we hadn't had a chance to express our feelings. Kelly answered...

"That's something I hope we can work out this evening."

Even that was pushing it. As the girls knew, I had to leave at 4.30 in the morning to catch a plane to the Northern Territory for work, where I would spend ten days reviewing the accounts of some companies up there. And I hadn't yet packed my bags.

Still, it was an important issue for me, so when we'd finished dinner, I asked Kelly if she'd come in and help me pack.

I started to pull some clothes from my cupboard, which Kelly started folding and stacking in my suitcase -- much more tidily than anything I would have done. Initially sitting on the floor, halfway through, she stood up and discarded her skirt; explaining it kept getting tangled as she moved around the floor. I wasn't going to complain.

One of us had to start the conversation. We'd initially started talking about what wonderful sex we had, but we both knew it was stalling starting the more important conversation. Eventually, I found the courage to get it started. As I passed her a bunch of clothes, I admitted...

"Kelly, I've had a crush on you almost since you joined the household. I mean, you're stunningly beautiful, but it's a lot more than that. You're so sweet, entertaining and easy to get along with and smart to boot, that any man is going to fall for you. And I did, and I have been for the last three months. It's just I didn't think I was allowed to hit on my flatmates that has held me back. I'm not sure. Can I say I love you? Will that ruin our relationship?"

Kelly stood up and all but threw herself at me; bowling me onto the bed with her on top of me...

"Yes, you can say it and it won't ruin our relationship. Can I say I love you too? Can we say that we are in a relationship now?"

"I'd love to be able to say that."

"Then we are!"

Kelly smothered me with kisses before she French-kissed me with her tongue deeply in my mouth; all the time squirming about on top of me as I responded with hands that caressed and touched her up in many cases in places I wouldn't otherwise be able to go.

I'd had a half mongrel in my pants since the moment we'd entered my room; fear and uncertainty inhibiting anything more than that. Now Kelly was squirming about on a full erection and she knew it.

She rolled off onto her side, opening up new areas for each of us to play with. It wasn't long before she had ripped open the front of my board-shorts and released my erection and I had pushed the gusset of her swimmers down into a camel toe and was fingering her clit. The material was so fine and soft I even wondered if there was any gusset layer at all. It didn't matter; I could easily feel her clit as if it was naked; something multiplied as her juices started to wet the area and my fingers.

She was gently sliding her hand along my shaft, but as my stimulation of her clit intensified and she started to moan, it became a distracted handling of it.

That gave me a chance to lean over her chest and start sucking her nipple. It wouldn't have been too difficult to pull aside the triangle of material which covered it, but by now her nipples were standing proud, pushing up the material which all but sheathed it and displayed rather attractively the puffed up areola under it. With the brown colour of her nipple starting to show through, it was in some ways more sexually exciting to leave them where they were, sucking and licking through the thin material instead; more so as my saliva whetted out the material and made it all but transparent.

Kelly's hand around my shaft relaxed even further as she became more aroused; her breathing growing stronger and her moans louder.

She came, fortunately, given the morning's display, without a scream, but still with a fairly loud moan. Without my weight on her -- except where my mouth pinned down her breast -- she was able to throw her hip up and rock it from side to side, even as I kept fingering and sucking her as it seemed to lengthen her climax.

She was still panting as she finally lowered her hip back onto the bed, asking between breaths...

"Have you got a condom?"

I was annoyed with myself, but the answer I gave her was no. I should have anticipated the evening might work out like this, even if I was going away. More so since she was ovulating, making it no small issue. She replied...

"Doesn't matter, we'll deal with it later."

She rose and straddled my chest, bending down as she lifted the top of my shaft up and brought it into her mouth. Licking it, she took it out to let me know...

"I haven't done this before, so tell me if I'm getting it wrong."

Since I'd never had it before, I was in no position to judge. With her bottom elevated and she bent over, I had a beautiful vista of her tight little butt - the back of her swimmers being just a few inches wide and drawn into her butt crack -- her vulva, with the wet gusset plastered tightly against it and her outer labia escaped from the narrow material, her sexually arousing mons bulge and, between her thighs, the sight of my erection penetrating her mouth.

After she declared her novice status, she put it back in her mouth and took in about half its length; her lips and tongue in firm contact with it. She pushed it in and out, with that same firm contact, every push going just that little bit deeper. A point came she couldn't go any deeper, so just continued to to pull it in and out to that point, doing so with increasing confidence.

As for me, I was feeling an increasing stimulation. This was new to me and I suspect it made me more sensitive, because pretty soon it was me moaning -- or at least doing that groan-like male equivalent.

It wasn't long before I had to tell her I was about to cum. She half grinned around the circumference of my shaft as she kept sucking my cock.

Unable to hold it back any longer, I groaned as I ejaculated into her mouth. Kelly held it there until I stopped pulsing, then licked around the top of my shaft as if cleaning it up...

"I've always wondered what it tasted like and I didn't want to cause a mess."

As she got off me, she added...

"We'd better finish packing for you."

When we'd finished getting my bags ready for the morning, Kelly looked at me...

"Stay there, I'll be back in a sec."

She left the room, still only in her swimmers with their wet gusset, making me wonder what our other housemates, still in the lounge room, would make of it. Actually I figured that was a non-sequitur. They knew what was going on.

She came back with a string of condom packets, tore one off, tossed the rest on the bedside table, laid herself out, spreadeagled on the bed and grinned at me as she sort of demanded...

"OK, strip me, ravish me and fuck me in the way you finished with this morning."

Adding with a bigger smile...

"Please."

It was not an invitation I could refuse. I ripped open the Velcro of my board shorts and let them drop to the floor as my previously somewhat flaccid manhood filled out. Thank goodness for the refraction ability of the young; although with the sight before me and the invitation I just had, even a geriatric would have trouble keeping his manhood under control.

After she slid a condom on my cock, I laid down on top of her, taking as much weight as possible on my elbows and knees, before sitting up straddling her hips.

I pulled the straps of her swimmers off her shoulders, making it fairly easy to pull the front of her swimmers down as far as her waist, even though she hadn't done anything to help me, like lifting her shoulders.

In the position I was in, it was way too tempting not to bend over and suck her nipples. It was a temptation I surrendered too, sucking both of them more than long enough to bring them to their fullest hardness while I fingered the gusset of her swimmers to see what state her vulva was in. What it told me was that her vagina was open and seemingly receptive and her clit was firm. That wasn't to say I thought it was time to ram my cock home, but it told me we were well on the way.

Moving back down her legs, I started to tug at her swimmers again to pull them off her. But she was playing a game with me. Instead of lifting her butt, she kept it firmly placed on the bed, grinning at me as my first attempt to finish stripping her failed. As I looked up at her, she smiled more widely and shrugged her shoulders, conveying it was my problem to solve.

I pushed my hands under her bottom, curled my fingers around the back of her swimmers and pulled them down to her thighs; grinning back at her as I pulled them off her legs, swirled them around above my head and tossed them off to the side.

I laid back down on her setting out to ravage her as best I could; kissing her, playing with her nipples and breasts, fingering her and generally caressing her gorgeous body to my hearts content.

But my cock was getting impatient.

Pulling a pillow from the head of my bed, I slid it under her bottom and positioned myself to have the tip of my erection buried in her vulva. I surged it, feeling the tip glide along her vulva until it located itself in her vaginal opening. I gently pushed it in. It wasn't as open a path as this morning's had been. Her vagina opened for me and didn't offer resistance, but it was responding to my penetration of her, rather than being completely prepared for its reception.

Once I had achieved full penetration, it was time to obey her third request.

I held my upper torso over her with one arm, while my right arm slid my hand under the small of her back and lifted her up.

As I started to thrust, I noticed her grip on me was much lighter than it had been for the last part of our morning sex. Not quite the nothingness grip that she used for the first part of our morning sex, but not a grip that was going to bring me to an early orgasm either.

But I preferred that. I wanted her to cum before I did. In many ways, I found more pleasure in bring her to a climax and in the act of fucking her, than I did in those last few moments of my own climax, however explosive it might be.

The whole point of the pillow and, to a large extent, lifting her under the small of her back, was to get my shaft stimulating her G-spot. When we did this particular routine in the morning, Kelly already had several orgasms so, as far as my poor male brain could work out, she was more sensitive and ready to respond. So I wasn't too surprised when I didn't get an immediate reaction from Kelly after I started thrusting.

Anyway, the games had started in a different way. The game of wobbling breasts was well and truly underway. Some of that was the direct result of my deep thrusting in circumstances where her contact with the bed was limited to her shoulders, since her lower body was floating in my arms. But Kelly had noticed my fascination with them as I looked down at them as I was fucking her, and greatly multiplied the effect herself. So, quite apart from the delightful feeling of my shaft moving in and out of her vagina, and the even greater delight of being so intimate with a woman of such beauty, I was not, shall we say, lacking in entertainment.

Still, I was pleased when Kelly started moaning. Nothing too loud, but enough to convey a genuine response, signalling we'd managed to activate her G-spot.

As had been the case in the morning, even if Kelly only offered me a light grip, I had to be careful it was the bell of my shaft that rubbed the front of her vaginal wall, and not the bit of the upper shaft just below it; because if the latter was doing the rubbing, I was finding it was sensitive and sending the sort of pleasure signals that preceded a climax of my own. And I wasn't ready for that.

Kelly's moans were soon accompanied by heavy breathing; a good sign, I thought. Then, as a new addition to Kelly's stimulation responses -- or maybe I just hadn't noticed them last time -- I felt her thighs quivering.

I've always had a tendency, when I knew my partner was close to a climax, to start thrusting -- or whatever else I was doing to stimulate her -- faster. But I also knew that wasn't the best approach. So as much as my cock wanted to unleash itself on her, I held back; maintaining the same cadence as had got us this far.

As Kelly came, and I felt her contractions lightly pummel my shaft, she tightened her grip on my it. The result was almost immediate. What had been a nicely pleasurable ride in her body, fairly quickly became a balls and shaft on the edge of boiling over.

I slowed down my thrusts, trying to extend the pleasure of what was happening a little longer. But it never really works that way. With the same sort of deafening groan I'd displayed that morning, I came; laying down over Kelly as pulse after intense pulse of my climax blew my mind with ecstasy.

As the pulses subsided, it once again left me panting on top of her. I rolled onto my side, leaving Kelly also on her side facing me since my hard erection still fully penetrated her body joining us, as we kissed and caressed each other. As it softened, I withdrew it and flopped onto my back.

Kelly put her head on my chest as she asked me...

"Well, do I get to share your bed tonight?"

"You're very welcome if you'd like to. But you do know my alarm is set for 4am so I can catch my place."

"No problems with the alarm, but set it for 3.55. We can make good use of those extra few minutes."

We spent most of the night cuddled up; the warm, muggy weather leaving us laying naked on the bed with not even a sheet over us.

So, it wasn't surprising that when the alarm went off a 3.55, I found myself cuddled against Kelly with an erection pressed against both our stomachs. Kelly groggily reached for a condom off the bedside table, lay on her back, spread her legs and said...

"Empty your balls into me. Just a quickie. Nothing fancy. I don't want you running around any more sexually frustrated for ten days than you have to be."

I'd guessed that was her intention when she brought the idea of bringing forward the alarm time. I wasn't that comfortable with what she clearly intended to be a one-way fucking, but wasn't going to argue. It was kind of her and I decided I should accept her generosity.

As I mounted her, she sheathed me with the condom, then laid back in some sort of 'think of England' pose; legs spread, arms out to the side. Penetrating her was easy enough. A bit like earlier in the evening, it was a case of opening up the curtains, rather than having a hole already made to size.

As soon as I fully penetrated her, she gripped me firmly. Like really firmly. It took only ten thrusts before I blew my load. As I finished, Kelly grinned at me...

"There you go. I bet that felt good and will hopefully keep you happy for the next ten days."

Kelly stayed in the bed as I dressed and got ready to leave. I bent over her and we exchanged kisses as I left.

Ten days later -- on a Saturday -- I arrived home in the middle of the day.

Like the other girls, I found Kelly in a small bikini top and a mini skirt. She jumped on me as I entered the door; wrapping her legs around mine as she smothered me in kisses.

When flying, I always wear long cotton shorts and pants, and proper shoes. With her legs largely supporting herself, even as she kissed me, she started undoing the buttons of my shirt.

The other girls decided it was all too much...

"Take it into your room, guys."

I supported Kelly under her bottom as I walk us both into my bedroom, closing the door behind me; but not before Kelly had my shirt undone and draping from my elbows and she'd even managed to undo the top button of my pants, leaving them slowly falling down my thighs.

Keeping one hand under her bottom I managed to undo the strings of her bikini top, tossing it on my bed as I also released my shirt to fall to the floor.

As I reached the bed, Kelly unwrapped herself and momentarily stood on the bed, leaning into me. She pulled down her skirt, letting it slide onto the bed and displaying the fact she had nothing underneath. With her now naked, she slipped onto the floor between the bed and me, undid my shoes and made me lift me feet to take them and the socks off, then pulled down my pants and had me lift me feet to take them off too. That just left me in my briefs which by this time were having trouble containing my erection.

They were quickly removed too.

I waited, expecting Kelly would either spread-eagle herself on the bed or -- much less likely -- she would start sucking the cock right in front of her.

Instead, she stood on the bed, reached over to pull me firmly against it, and then jumped on me again, higher this time, with her legs wrapped around my hips and her arms around my neck. It was only her light weight and the fact she'd drawn me against the bed for a more or less vertical jump that stopped me from being bowled over backwards.

Instinctively I put my hands under her bottom to support her.

Kissing the top of my head, she eased herself down until the top of my erection pushed against her vulva. Then she used a hand to locate it in the opening of her vagina before letting gravity ease herself down into full penetration.

As her face came level with mine, she asked...

"How do you like that?"

"Aren't we forgetting something?"

I can't deny that sex without a condom feels much better. But not better enough to create an unwanted baby or get a STI. Our mutual knowledge of our histories makes STI's a non-issue, but even if Kelly felt she was past ovulation, it was still a risk. But she quickly killed that concern...

"I went to the doctors the day you left. We're protected."

Kelly started to lift herself up and ease herself down on my shaft as a way of creating some movement. It felt nice -- as long as she didn't drop far enough to rip my cock off -- but I could tell she was feeling a bit clumsy in the action and it took a fair bit of effort.

Kelly smiled at me as she announced...

"I thought this would be a nice coming home sexual position, but I think I need more practice before I can master it. We need another position."

"Well, let's try this one."

I bent my knees down far enough for her bottom to land on the bed while still keeping penetration. Then I unwrapped her legs from around my thighs and brought her lower legs and feet up over my shoulders; just enough to draw her crotch firmly against my pubis and my shaft to full penetration. Then I straightened my knees.

That left her shoulders on the bed while her torso angled up to where my manhood penetrated her.

I slowly started to move my hips back and forwards, each movement withdrawing my shaft a bit and pushing it back in. Importantly, it firmly raked my shaft against the front of her vaginal wall and, with that, her G-spot. Or, so I hoped.

As usual, Kelly only had a light grip on me, but this approach did increase the risk of my shaft being stimulated just the same.

With her first soft moan, Kelly asked...

"Where did you learn this?"

"I didn't. I think I saw it in a book somewhere. I've never tried it before."

Kelly was very much the passive recipient in this position, so she sort of relaxed into the bed and let me do the fucking; her moans slowly moving from soft to something more definitive.

Apart from pleasuring my cock, there were some rewards for me in this too. I could look down and both see her mons, with its sexually provocative thick lips and pronounced -- camel toe inducing -- slot and swollen clit and, maybe more significantly, watch my shaft as it withdrew from Kelly's vagina glistening in her juices and splashed back in as I thrust my hips forward.

I could even hold her legs against my chest with one arm while I released the other to finger her clit; although that had to be in brief actions if her legs weren't going to slip from my grip.

Kelly's moans became louder and louder; soon accompanied by heavy breathing. I was pleased we were getting towards her climax, because I didn't really want to have my own orgasm in this position. I was hoping I could lay her on the bed and fuck her more conventionally and with better access to her breasts.

There was nothing subtle about Kelly's orgasm when she came. She screamed, squirted and lifted and threw her hips almost about like she was demented; the latter leaving me having to work hard to keep my shaft in her body, let alone continue to thrust to prolong her orgasm.

As she settled down back onto the bed, I started to bend down myself to try and get on top of her, while still keeping a reasonable state of penetration, only to have her grab me around the neck and pull me in to madly kiss and caress me, as if every drop of oxytocin in her body had to be expended on her post-climax high.

Her bottom was on the edge of the bed so it was probably fairly comfortable for her to bend her knees and let her feet sit on the floor. I, on the other hand, was hanging over the edge of the bed, my legs rather uncomfortably bent forwards. I could have thrust from that angle, but I was in the mood for a more intimate position to get the best climax for myself.

But I wasn't in a hurry. I let her expend her oxytocin-driven passions, responding as best as I could; because, after all, it's a pretty wonderful moment when a woman responds to you with that sort of frenzy. Even more so when she told me several times how much she'd missed me when I was away.

When I thought it had run its course, I lifted up her upper body and used my arms and the thrust of the base of my shaft to push her further up onto the bed, while still maintaining deep penetration. It took four cycles of that, and a lot of laughter, giggles and some sarcasm, along the line of fucking her all around the bed, to get her fully on the bed.

I chose the missionary position, because that seems to give me the best outcomes; especially with Kelly. But the missionary position can have a few add-ons and in this case it involved a pillow under her bottom and my hand under the small of her back to give her the sort of pleasure she got on the night I left; because, really, I get nearly as much pleasure from her orgasms as I get from mine.

The resetting of our sexual position gave my cock a chance to calm down from the near orgasmic state it had approached as I'd brought her to her first climax, so, with Kelly, recognizing that the pillow under her bottom and my hand under her back indicated I was trying to give her a second orgasm, once again started with a very light grip.

Kelly had already been sensitised by her first orgasm. Her response to this second round was pretty quick; moans getting louder, heavy breathing with a screaming finish accompanied this time with another squirting. Then, of course, there were the almost strangling arms around my neck, drawing me down on her as her flood of oxytocin drove her into a passionate frenzy of kissing and caressing.

I wasn't in any hurry to drop my load in her. Every minute, every movement of my erection filling her vagina with my flesh was a delight in itself. It was nice enough even when we were using condoms. Now my rock-hard, overstretched erection feeling the soft, velvety walls of her vagina, I was already in some sort of sexual heaven. The thrusts that had brought her to the state of frenzy felt glorious, even if I was careful not to brew up my own climax. The more static presence of my shaft in her body as she passionately accosted me, was just as nice.

As she calmed down, she apologized...

"I'm sorry I've squirted all over your bed. I'll tidy it up for you and make sure I bring a towel in next time. I've never done anything like squirting before I had sex with you."

"Do you always scream like that?"

"No. I've never even moaned like that before. I don't know why you have an effect on me unlike anyone else. As much as I'm smitten with you, I think you must still have some wonderful techniques to trigger that sort of response."

I was flattered by what she said, but the truth was, I was making a lot of this up as I went along. My previous sexual experience was pretty conventional and had never produced the sort of response I was getting from Kelly. But for me, there was something in my reaction to Kelly's truly beautiful body that just guided me to do stuff I would never had thought to do before. What she offered wasn't some sort of pouty-lipped, silicone-breasted, artificial, ten, on the beauty scale, body. It was that of a young woman who I'd come to love and admire for both her personality and body, well before I dared sexually touch her, who nature had blessed with a gloriously feminine, slender body with flawless skin, a cute, inviting face and smile that would melt any male's heart, the sort of blonde hair that women would die for and, I can't deny, somewhat oversized breasts for her build that I can't take my eyes off.

There was way more to my attraction to her than, what one might call, objectification. But males are attracted to certain features in a woman -- not always the same -- and you can't fight that; only hope you are lucky enough to score well.

Perhaps, confused by my lack of action as I lay, fully penetrated, on top of her, Kelly asked...

"Have you cum yet?"

"No. I was wanting you to finish first."

"Are you going to?"

"I hope so. But what's the rush."

"I thought you guys just wanted to dump your loads as quick as you can."

"What? And miss the magic moments where I just get to cuddle up with such a beautiful woman. Still, I suppose it's time to finish what was a wonderful welcome home."

I lifted my upper torso on extended arms, letting me stare down at her, and those beautiful breasts. As I slowly thrust - about half out and then all the way in until I pushed against her vaginal opening with my pubis -- I had this beautiful feeling of my manhood being caressed by the walls of her vagina as she applied a moderately light grip. I still didn't want to rush to a climax. I wanted it to go on for as long as she would tolerate. It was just too beautiful to hurry it on.

Kelly has proved she knows how to climax me quickly, and how to prolong it, so her light grip gave me some confidence that she wasn't in a hurry either.

I sped up my thrusts again; not fast, just enough that I was able to get some movement out of her body as I landed on full penetration, triggering a degree of breast wobble that Kelly then deliberately enhanced. But I also wondered whether it was her cervix that I thought I was touching lightly in full penetration and whether that was giving her any pleasure.

And that was the thing about making love to Kelly. It was more than just pounding her to the point I climaxed. A whole lot of sensations were involved. Yes, they were centred around the beautiful feeling of my shaft being caressed by her vaginal walls. But the hint that I might be softly touching up her cervix, the special joy of reaching full penetration, where I pushed the base of my shaft firmly into her vulva, rubbing my pubis against her clit in the hope it might give her more pleasure and the rocking of her body as I pushed her forward, all contributed to my visual and nerve-driven pleasure.

But even with her light grip, the sensations in my shaft were starting to accumulate in that way that tells you a climax is soon inevitable. I felt it growing. You can call it a boiling up -- I do sometimes. But it's not really the right description. I find it is more like a growing intensity of pleasure that seems to settle in the length of my erection. I can feel the distinct points of stimulation; the places where the rubbing of my shaft against her vaginal walls is more sensitive. But from there is feels like it spreads out through my whole shaft, and maybe even my balls.

I've fucked a few girls, but nothing before felt as wonderful as fucking Kelly. Her beauty helps, it helps a lot, but that, and the feeling I have for her unique personality, transfers to something internal. Fucking her feels a hundred times better than I can remember feeling while fucking any other girl.

And as I kept thrusting that wonderful feeling was taking me towards my climax, however much I might have preferred to slow it down.

The climax, when it broke, was beyond description. A pleasure flooded my brain to the point of bursting as I groaned louder than I'd ever groaned before. This time, as the powerful pulses raced up my shaft, what I was feeling was the flesh of her vagina against the flesh of my shaft and my seed was hosing against her cervix as it filled her vagina, not the top of a condom.

I hung over her, staring down at her breasts as pulse after pulse left left me in a state of continuous groaning; only after a few moments, recognizing that Kelly too was in a state of climax. Not as spectacular as her previous one; but something that enhanced my own pleasure in the process.

As the pulses subsided, I thrust again, about three times, which felt wonderful in itself, but also triggered a number of additional pulses before it left me mini thrusting as if I was somehow trying to completely empty my balls.

Even after the pulses had stopped and I laid myself down on top of her there was this residual sense of pleasure in my cock that left me moaning into the pillow.

As things settled down, that left me on top of Kelly with my erection still hard and inside her. Rather than withdrawing it, I rolled over, bringing Kelly on top of me; her 50kg weight being nothing except a joy to have laying on my chest.

With my hands now free, I could run them through her beautiful, long blonde hair, caress her naked bottom and play with her nipples. I did all of those. Squeezing my shaft, which was still inside her, Kelly observed...

"It's still hard."

"Yes. It seems to like being where it is."

"You know, as I've said, I've never experienced sex anything like that. Where did you learn all that."

"I didn't. I've never had sex like that either. It's all new to me. I just think we are made for each other and generate a much more positive interaction when we have sex together. "

"Oh, is that a scientific discovery?"

"No, just a young guy making it up."

"Well, it's as good a guess as any I can come up with."

Those comments led us into sharing our past sexual and partner histories. Kelly started it by digging into my past. She knew I'd had one lengthy relationship and wanted to know if it was even close to what we'd shared. The answer was no.

The girl I'd had a relationship with wanted me to use condoms, rather than her mucking up her menstrual cycle; which was fine by me. But when Kelly asked how often we had sex, I had to reveal it was a rather strange combination of sex once, and sometimes twice, daily, when she was in the ovulation part of her cycle and that I'd be lucky to get sex even once a week at other times.

Kelly laughed, commenting that, since it was her state of ovulation that made her instigate sex with me in the first place, she hoped I wouldn't think that she'd have the same rules; although sex every day during ovulation might have appealed to her if she wasn't now on the pill.

Apart from that I had to disclose having had sex with two other women where the relationship didn't get off the ground.

Kelly story was similar in there was, as I already knew, one other serious partner and they'd have sex two or three times a week. Plus, she'd also had a short sexual engagement with another guy where, like my experience, the relationship didn't get off the ground.

While we'd been talking, I'd still been running my hands through Kelly's hair and across her body; with some significant attention to her nipples. Since I was buried under her, it was more difficult for her to do very much except caress my flanks.

But while we'd been talking I'd felt the full hardness of my erection soften; a bit like letting some air out of a blow-up mattress but then putting the plug back in. So it hadn't gone down anywhere near enough to fall out of her vagina.

As Kelly had been telling me about her past, I felt it engorge again. Kelly felt it too...

"Have you got a new boner?"

"I think so."

She lifted herself up enough to let her slide her vulva across my pubis and against the base of my shaft. Resting herself down on top of me again, she observed...

"Yep, that's definitely a new boner."

Kissing me on my lips, she added, with a grin...

"Can I use it?"

"Yes."

Kelly sat up on me in an elevated reverse missionary position, and as she had when she was testing it, started riding me by rocking back and forth; rubbing her clit against my pubis and the base of my shaft as she did short withdrawals and thrusts back into full penetration; giving herself a bit more shaft to rub herself on.

Kelly's reaction to this sort of stimulation was more of a hum than her usual -- or at least usual from my experience, because she swears she didn't respond like that for her previous sexual experiences -- moans. It didn't take her long to climax and, while she laid down on me and showed some post orgasm passion, it was nothing like the full-on display that other orgasms had generated.

With one of her grins that make dealing with Kelly so nice, she observed...

"You like finishing on top, don't you? Let's roll over."

As we settled with me back on top, she asked...

"So, do you want a quickie or something a bit longer?"

"I'm not in a hurry."

"OK, take your time then."

We'd rolled over without me losing full penetration, so Kelly's response at this point was simply to spread her legs; almost laughably, if not impossibly, wide if the truth be know. Enough to make me wonder what she was up to.

But I felt her adjust her grip. She knew a tight grip was a quickie and a softer grip would usually prolong things. As I went to lift my upper torso up on extended arms, she grabbed me around the neck and pulled me down to whisper in my ear...

"Fuck me hard and deep. It turns me on."

She'd asked me that before and it resulted in a good experience for both of us, so my natural reluctance to obey that request had somewhat diminished. So I did just that; long thrusts at a moderately fast rate that crashed against her vulva on full penetration with me trying to stimulate her clit against my pubis and, I suspected from her responses, with some stimulation of her cervix as well.

Like it had before, my manhood revelled in the sensation of its bare flesh rubbing itself against the glorious, velvety flesh of Kelly's vagina. A beautiful feeling that triggered all my manly inclinations in a way that went beyond physical sensations and -- well, I don't know how to explain it. Let's say it was like a massive injection of testosterone.

It was about ten minutes before I started to sense my cock was actually brewing up; that sort of pleasurable sensation of an accumulation of a blissful contentment through the length of my shaft. The point of no return.

With the now all too familiar groan, I sprayed Kelly's cervix with my seed as the pulses of my orgasm emptied my balls, leaving me once again groaning into the pillow alongside Kelly's head.

I didn't really know whether Kelly expected to orgasm to that sort of sex. Indeed, my starting assumption was that she wouldn't. That she was simply allowing me my turn and that 'turning her on' was more in her head than in her vagina; so to speak.

But it seems the way of woman is more complex than that. I was still groaning into the pillow when, unannounced, Kelly let out a loud moan and lifted her hips, grinding her mons and vulva against my pubis and the base of my still hard and fully penetrated erection.

We laid on the bed, cuddled against each other for another fifteen minutes before we decided it was time to rejoin our flatmates and make the most of the rest of the day.

But our world had changed. Kelly and I had gone from flatmates to lovers and, I suspect, our other flatmates found our noisiness in the bedroom was bad enough but our displays of closeness around the house was rather nauseating; even if our displays weren't all that sexual.

That night, it went without saying, that Kelly shared my bedroom. You might think that, after the middle of the day frolics, a simple kiss goodnight might have been enough. But it wasn't. After coming out of the shower, it was impossible to climb onto the bed, next to such a naked beauty, without my manhood displaying a full erection.

I suspect Kelly expected nothing less, because she had laid herself there on her back with her legs apart. She suggested...

"Let's try another deep and hard. It worked last time."