CONTENT: Ex, drama, sex.
CHAPTER 1
How come we never go to your place?” I asked, looking towards my girlfriend Marissa as we walked through the park. We met for lunch since our offices were only a block away from each other.
“I don’t know, your apartment is just closer to the city and honestly your place is nicer than mine.” I could tell she was hiding something in her voice.
We had been going out for about six months and things were amazing. The connection, the conversations, the sex . She was the first girl since coming out as bi that I have said ‘I love you’ to. But every time I brought up going to her place she got a little nervous. It was a little thing and normally it wouldn’t bother me but it was starting to feel like she was scared about letting me get close to her. It was the only reason I could think of for her to hide where she lived.
“Well, my living room is torn up because the neighbors upstairs flushed something down the toilet that they shouldn’t have. So it looks like I’ll finally get to see your mysterious apartment after work.” I concluded.
“We could just go out somewhere if you want. I was actually thinking that maybe…”
“Riss! We’re going to your apartment after work. And then I promise we can go wherever. I just need to see it. That’s all I ask.”
She took a deep breath and I just stopped and admired her as she spoke. “Ok, we can go to my place. But then let’s go out. Ok?” Marissa agreed.
“You’re so cute when you get flustered.” I said with a smile, taking her in with my eyes. I loved Marissa’s pear shaped body, especially in her business woman attire of a pencil skirt and flowy blouse. She was short and curvy with a blonde pixie haircut that perfectly complemented the
gorgeous, sharp features of her face. She was all hips and a perfect ass and thighs. Her boobs were cute too. She had perky, retrousse tits that I loved to play with. She was self conscious about them which I found out when I compared them to ski slopes with her puffy little nipples as tiny jumps at the end.
My body was the opposite at least if we were standing side by side. For one I was quite a bit taller than Marissa’s five foot one. And I had more of a runner’s build, more slender with toned legs and tiny tits that sat high and perky on my chest. I kept my dark brown hair long and my skin is a light tan and covered in tasteful tattoos. Quite different from Marissa’s unblemished pale body.
Opposites attract I suppose. And not just our bodies but our temperaments as well. I’m naturally dominant and our first time together in bed both Marissa and I found out she likes being my little sub. That’s why I enjoyed watching her face get all red when I sternly called her by her pet name, Riss, in public.
I kissed my beautiful girlfriend goodbye. “You might have to keep this little number on after work. Your ass looks incredible.” I gave her a little spank as she turned to walk back into her office building. She gave me a look over her shoulder that showed her porcelain skin getting red again.
I loved it. And I was so excited to finally get to go to her apartment and quell the thoughts of her living some kind of secret double life on the side of dating me.
After work I dropped my car off at my apartment and by the time I changed out of my work clothes and into much more comfortable leggings and a t-shirt, Marissa was there to pick me up.
“So listen.” Marissa started before an excruciating pause.
Oh god, she really did lead another life and who was I kidding, I was probably the side piece.
“I kind of have a roommate.” Marissa continued.
“Babe! Don’t fucking scare me like that.”
“What?” She asked, getting worried.
“When you paused like that I thought you were going to say something
serious. Like you weren’t actually a lesbian or something and that you actually had a husband and that I was some kind of experimental
homewrecker. But a roommate. Who cares? I had a roommate until like last year.”
“So it doesn’t… bother you?” She asked.
“Babe, why would it? It’s totally normal to have a roommate, and in this economy. Forget it!” I said waving the non-issue away with my hand.
“I don’t know it’s just that when I first met you, you seemed so mature and that you probably only wanted to date another mature woman and me having a roommate made me feel kinda childish.” Marissa explained.
“So that’s why you haven’t wanted me over? That’s it?” “That’s it.”
“Well then let’s go meet this roommate of yours.”
“It’s a guy.” Marissa explained.
“And? You’re a lesbian. Last I checked you had no interest in guys. In fact it’s even less concerning that it’s a guy.”
We pulled up to the apartment and went inside.
“So do you still wanna go out somewhere?” Marissa asked as I watched her change out of her work clothes and into ripped jeans and a long, loose flannel that covered her ass. For some reason she was self conscious about her curves just because she had thick thighs and a soft tummy. I tried to explain over and over that she had nothing to worry about. Just watching her change had me so turned on. “Claire? I asked if you still wanted to go out.”
“Sorry, I was busy getting lost in that perfect ass of yours. Your roommate isn’t home is he? Because you might get kinda loud.”
“I don’t think he’s home. He usually works later on Fridays. What do you mean loud ?” She asked and I just smiled at her naivety as I walked up and took a commanding grip on her hips.
“I mean when I make you fucking scream.”
It was a busy, stressful week and now that I was finally alone with my girlfriend in her room I was ready to let loose. I yanked her pants down and probed into her warmth with my long, slender fingers. I loved feeling her get wet for me. I pushed a finger into her, feeling her silky pussy wrap around me as I pressed her back into the bedroom wall.
I could feel her knees get weak at my touch which I knew meant that I could make her cum quick. I let my hot breath linger on her neck as I started to finger fuck her. I’ve brought up the idea of using dildos together
but she always gets nervous and dismisses it whenever I do. I’m not really sure why since she fucking loves feeling me inside of her. I’ve even tried explaining the ecstasy of having a cock stretch your pussy open but she still gets all weird about me using anything but my fingers.
I slid another finger in and curved them towards her sweet spot as I continued pushing in and out of her.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” I breathed against her, feeling my own arousal build inside of me. Just my two fingers made her tiny hole stretch for me and it made me want more. I wanted to see her lips spread and grip a fat dildo so fucking bad. Or to fuck her with a strap-on. God, just the thought made me shudder.
My own pussy ached to be played with but I liked letting it build until by the end of the night I just couldn’t fucking take it anymore. That’s when the domme comes out in me and I would have my real fun with Marissa.
I knew she was about to cum when the whimpers started, so I finished her off by pressing and swirling my thumb into her clit while I kept fucking my other two fingers into her.
“Good girl.” I whispered in her ear. Her favorite words. The words that I knew would send her over the edge, screaming and gushing all over my hand.
I licked the taste of her off of my fingers before I went to wash my hands.
“Where’s your bathroom?” I asked.
“Back down the hall, last door on the right.”
I turned back as I went to leave the room, “Oh and if we’re going to go
out I recommend you change your panties you messy girl.” I winked and headed down the hall.
The light in the bathroom was on but the door wasn’t shut all the way so I didn’t think much of it. The sound of running water really should have tipped me off though. But I wasn’t really thinking straight with how turned
on our little quick ie had made me.
The sight of a man jerking off behind the sliding glass doors of the
shower startled me back to reality. He was fucking huge.
I quickly shut the door. “Oh fuck.” I tried to close my eyes and get rid of
the image but it was burned into my brain. “Oh fuck!”
It was definitely him. There’s no fucking way it could be him. But that cock. I knew that big cock.
“Is your roommate Forest fucking Stevens?” I asked storming back into Marissa’s room.
“Claire, what’s wrong?” Marissa asked, starting to look increasingly more worried.
“What’s wrong is that I’ve fucked your roommate.”