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My Roommate, by Terence Williams
Ch.1 Prologue
I met Brad in my Sophomore year of college. He transferred into
our major state university from a small rural college. As it
turned out, I hadn't been able to find anyone to agree to room
with me at the end of freshman year, so I knew they would assign
me a 'random', which was usually a transfer student. I was
actually looking forward to it, since I hadn't made many close
friends freshman year, and figured I could help out the new guy,
show him the ropes, and have someone to hang out with.
My freshman year had been particularly unsuccessful in the sex
department. I had looked forward to college thinking it would be
one continuous four-year orgy, and when I arrived, I immediately
hit on every attractive girl in our dorm, got uniformly shot
down, then hit on every mediocre looking girl in our dorm, got
uniformly shot down, and was working my way through the dogs when
the school year mercifully came to an end.
That didn't mean I wasn't getting any action my right hand was
my nightly comfort, and I had plenty of hot women living all
around me, keeping me in a perpetually horny state and giving me
plenty of material for my nightly (and morning and afternoon)
masturbatory fantasy. While our university is known for its hot
women the campus was crawling with them the stars of my
fantasies tended to be the girls living right down the hall, who
I saw, heard, and smelled daily (but not touched or tasted,
sadly) running lightly to the shower on painted-toenail tiptoe
with towels wrapped around their tanned bodies; enough towel to
cover the tops of their breasts to JUST below their pussies. I
always thought I caught just a hint of pubic fuzz poking out
beneath the towel. (But, it might have just been lint.) I'd
hear them through their doors, giggling with each other, talking
about boys, boys, boys and sex, sex, sex. I'd see them come home
Saturday nights completely wasted, their hair a mess, traces of
puke hanging from their chins and on their white blouses soaked
in beer; their tight miniskirts twisted and askew, and I'd see
their pink thong panties as they stumbled into walls, slid down
to the floor and tried to figure out where they were.
Yes, I had plenty of masturbation material, but the star of my
personal show was unquestionably Wendy. She may not have been
the absolute hottest girl in the dorm, but she was up there, and
something about her just made every nerve in my crotch tingle.
Her body was perfect, about 5'7", definitely on the skinny side
of slender, but with the kind of eye popping D-cup breasts which
look so startling on so thin a frame. She had long straight,
perfect dark hair nearly to her waist, and a cute, slightly pudgy
girlish face with full sexual lips which she never, never, failed
to cover in bright red lipstick. As did many girls at our
school, she tended to favor short-to-mini-skirts, which were so
tight you could really tell the shape of her pelvis. As a
result, I loved how as she walked she was so slender that the
front of her pelvis was slightly concave, drawing your eye, and
making you think pussy, pussy, pussy. Her legs were in great
shape with taught muscles, but again, just on the perfect side of
being too skinny.
Wendy also happened to live right next door to me, and as a
result I had memorized every inch of her, and was constantly
thinking of her. The walls of our dorm were totally thin, so I
was constantly overhearing her conversations, listening to her
weight shift around her room, hearing her move from her desk to
her bed, unbearably turned on that her luscious body was on her
bed, lying right on the other side of the drywall from my bed and
my rock hard dick, which I'd hold in my well-lubed hand and rub
gently against the wall that separated me from her.
Naturally, the first day I got to school, she was the first girl
I hit on, thinking "this is my lucky day". Now I have to admit,
I'm no Romeo. Average height, kind of skinny and unathletic. I
think I'm not so bad looking, but based on the data, I'm
beginning to reassess that judgment. Also, my dick is admittedly
below average, about 4" long. The one girl in high school who
was good enough to touch it never seemed to show much enthusiasm.
That one relationship lasted a few weeks, and got me a few half
hearted handjobs (which I loved), and she dumped me before I was
able to shed my virginity. Anyway, Wendy was SO not into me
hitting on her that she even dropped that universal
early-freshman year friendliness in telling me so. Oh well, I
thought, one down, a thousand to go. And besides, she couldn't
stop me from fucking her silly in my fantasies.
A few weeks into freshman year, she got a boyfriend. He seemed
a decent guy (though of course I hated him), and was the studly,
frat-boy, varsity-type guy that you'd expect her to date. Way
out of my league. While I was bummed that she got a boyfriend,
there was an unexpected benefit the night of their third date.
They came in, both pretty buzzed, and made a lot of noise running
into things as they entered her room. Immediately, I heard the
sound of them stripping each others' clothes off, and of her
dropping her high heels on the floor. Wendy and he landed on the
bed, and the impact shook the wall between us. I nestled up
against the wall, dick in hand, and the vibrations were
transmitted so clearly through the wall that I felt like I was in
bed with them. I listened carefully, and thought I could hear
sounds of her sucking on his dick, and then the scuffle as they
arranged themselves to start fucking.
She let out a little "oh' as he thrust into her, and he
immediately settled into a slow even rhythm of pumping her. Her
bed bumped gently against the wall on each thrust, and gradually,
she began to let out a little rhythmic moan with each thrust
which grew louder over time. He never changed his rhythm,
although it did become more forceful. She began saying "unh"
louder on each thrust, and was clearly taking it all. I was in
heaven, and sprayed my load all over the wall. As my still rock
hard dick pulsed out its last spurt-less spasms, I heard him
grunt, "I'm coming" and there was a brief acceleration and then
silence.
Over the course of the year, this became a regular occurrence
among the three of us, and I became intimately familiar with the
sound of her sweet voice in the throes of ecstasy; all her little
moans, and whimpers, and kitten mews. I'd see her out in the
hallway, and would feel like I had known her so intimately.
She'd catch me drinking in the sight of her body, forgetting
myself, staring at her crotch, and she would give me the most
disgusted 'ewww-fuck off' look, and I'd be reminded that our
perceived intimacy was entirely one-sided.
Anyway, Wendy and her boyfriend stayed together the entire year,
and appeared to be very much in love. They were one of those
couples that hook up so early in the year and stay together that
everyone just thinks of them as a unit. I heard that they made
arrangements to be in the same city over the summer break so they
could see each other, and I and the other guys on our floor
resigned ourselves to the fact that they'd probably stay together
and end up married.
Or so we thought.
CH. 2
My roommate from freshman year had never been around much, and
he moved to his fraternity sophomore year, so I was left with a
vacancy in my room. I actually got to school a little late, and
most people had already moved in. The hallways were full of
chatting students catching up, and I was reminded (after a long,
dry summer) of how many incredibly hot girls populated the
school. Everywhere I looked, tight blouses, tanned legs, girls
in denim shorts and bare feet lounging in the carpeted hallways.
I made my way towards my room, anxious to meet my new roommate,
Brad. I'd been notified by mail who he was and his contact info
and we exchanged a few brief Emails. I had written to welcome
him, and told him I'd be glad to help him get oriented, introduce
him to some cool people and show him some of the places I liked
to hang out. He Emailed back thanks and that he'd appreciate
that. I felt a little bad that I was late getting to school,
since he had probably been there all morning and afternoon, not
knowing anyone and maybe feeling a little out of place.
I got to my hallway, and as I approached I saw the door to my
room was slightly ajar. I was glad that Brad had apparently had
no problems getting the key and getting in. Passing by Wendy's
room (she was going to be in the same room again this year, for
which I was very thankful), I peeked in, hoping to catch a
glimpse of her butt or down her blouse as she was unpacking, but
the room was empty.
Moving on to my door, I put down my bags and pushed open the
door, a little nervous about meeting my new roommate. As I
stepped in, I stopped short, stunned by what I saw. Brad had
clearly moved in, his stuff was neatly arranged on his side of
the room, but he was nowhere to be found. Instead, I was
startled to see three of the hottest girls I'd ever seen in one
place, sitting on Brad's side of the room. They were all dressed
very sexily, one in the chair beside the desk in a miniskirt with
her legs crossed, dangling a high heel shoe from her toe. The
other two sitting comfortably on the bed with their legs tucked
under them. Obviously they had been excitedly chatting about
something when they saw the door open, and had all looked up
abruptly to see who came in. They looked like they were quite
settled in, and had been there a while. As I my eyes swept
across and took in the scene, I realized that one of the girls on
the bed was Wendy! The other two, I had seen around campus the
previous year, and I had to admit that despite my personal bias
for Wendy, they were both even sexier than her.
I stood there stammering slightly, unsure how to react to being
confronted by these babes installed in my dorm room. To my
knowledge, they were the first women inside that room since I had
moved in a year earlier. They looked at me standing there for a
second, then turned back to each other and resumed their
conversation, paying me no further notice. While I felt a warm
glow of excitement in my loins just having these three incredible
girls in my room, after the rush of surprise wore off, I began to
feel a little uncomfortable standing in the presence of such
hotness, being ignored. As I focused attention on their
conversation, I realized what they were talking so excitedly
about Brad! The girl in the miniskirt was saying "I heard he
transferred in from Benton, and he was personally recruited by
the football coach." "Oh my God, he's an athlete, too? It's too
much!", the other girl on the bed responded. Wendy then said,
"What he should be doing is modeling or acting or something". To
which she responded, "Oh, he does. I heard him tell another girl
this morning that he spent his summer shooting commercials and a
calendar in Greece." All three then did a sort of simultaneous
swooning noise: "aoohh".
Finally, I managed to get some words out. "Wendy," I said,
"what's going on, why are you all in here?". Wendy, clearly a
little irritated at the interruption, turned to me briefly.
"We're waiting for Brad," she said simply, and turned back to the
other girls. I waited a few moments before speaking again, "Umm,
so you've met my new roommate?". This time she just ignored me
completely, so I repeated my question. Rolling her eyes, she
snapped at me "of course we've met him." Seeing I wasn't going
away, she continued, "He just stepped out... oh I guess it's an
hour ago... to go buy some books and he said he'd be back this
afternoon sometime."
"So you're just going to wait here all afternoon?" I asked.
This time I got no response, as Wendy was back deep in
conversation. Feeling very awkward but nonetheless turned on by
being so close to three such sexy bodies, I slowly turned to go
get my things. I started unpacking on my side of the room,
effectively invisible to the sexy girls on Brad's side. As I
did, I listened more to their conversation. As time wore on,
they made themselves more and more comfortable while deep in
conversation, Wendy kicking her shoes off and lying back on the
bed. She flopped back and picked up a pillow and pulled it over
her face. "He's just SOOO CUUUUUUTE!" she yelled into the
pillow, in rapture. As she lay there, her right knee came up
slightly off the bed, and I found myself looking right up her
little skirt between her tanned thighs. Her petite silvery
panties practically glowed in my eyes and had my full attention.
The gentle fullness which I had been feeling in my cock
immediately began becoming a full hard-on. She was still
covering her face, and the other two girls were facing each
other, so I had carte blanche to enjoy the sight at my leisure.
Her position had pulled the already small panties quite tight
across her pussy. The band of material was slightly off center,
so on one side the edge was just outside her labia. I could
clearly make out the shorter, finer hairs growing from the edges
of the labia, and then the smooth, hairless soft skin further out
to the side. Because of the tension in the panties, I could see
the gentle bumps outlining her perfect, heavenly, unspeakably
sexy, center-of-my-universe pussy. I couldn't believe that after
a year of thinking about it, imagining it, worshipping it from
afar, I was finally actually looking at "it". She was oblivious,
and I moved over to sit at my desk and pretended to read a book.
I was facing straight towards Brad's bed, and from this angle, my
lower body was hidden from them. I eased my hand into my shorts
and around my rock hard pole. The feeling of direct contact with
my dick while looking at Wendy's pussy was overwhelming.
I began visualizing myself pushing those thighs apart and easing
the cock I was holding towards that luscious target. I
visualized slipping a finger under the band of material and
pushing it a little further to the side so the pussy was
uncovered, then easing my dick into her. Just like I'd heard her
boyfriend do to her a hundred times before. Her boyfriend? That
reminded me. Where was he in all of this? I knew from a guy who
hung out with them over the summer that they were still very much
together. Why was Wendy sitting here talking about and waiting
for Brad?
At that moment, I heard a voice through the wall say, "hello,
Wen?" It was unmistakably Wendy's boyfriend, knocking on her door
on his way in to her room. Wendy bolt upright on the bed, waving
her hands at the other girls, and whispering, "shh, shh, shh".
They ceased conversation and all listened to Wendy's boyfriend
through the wall. He was walking through her room, and picked up
the phone and dialed a number. "Hello, Kate? This is Ted. Is
Wendy over there with you by any chance? Oh, okay. Well, if you
see her tell her to give me a call. Thanks. Bye".
All three girls held their breath as Wendy's boyfriend walked
out of Wendy's room and came down the hall towards my door.
Wendy moved as if to hide or something, but it was unnecessary -
I knew the absolute last place he would look for Wendy would be
in my room! He continued on past my door and on down the
hallway. Once his footsteps had passed far down the hallway, all
three girls released their breath simultaneously in giggling
laughter. They began talking excitedly, "Oh my God, Wendy,
you're so bad!" Wendy shrugged it off, then got a thoughtful
look and said, "it's weird, you can hear everything so clearly
through these walls; they must be paper thin; it was almost like
he was here in this room."
Almost immediately, they dropped the subject of Wendy's
boyfriend and started talking about Brad again. As they got into
it, Wendy lay back again, putting the pillow over her face,
saying "Brad, Brad, Brad, Brad....". I played with myself,
staring up Wendy's skirt, getting more and more excited, and
listening to their conversation. They clearly couldn't get
enough of talking about him. The girl at the desk had taken off
both shoes and she stood up and crawled onto the bed with the
other two, saying softly in a conspiratorial voice, "okay, I have
to ask you guys, did you happen to notice his crotch?" "Oh my
God! How could you not," screamed Wendy, pulling the pillow off
her face onto her taught tummy. "It's such a ridiculous bulge, I
think it must be fake, like a sock or something he stuffs in his
pants." "Oh no," replied the first girl emphatically, "I am 100%
sure it's real." Wendy raised her foot on the bed to slightly
turn herself towards the other girl, looking her in the eye,
giving me an even better view of her pussy. "How can you be so
sure?" Wendy asked. The girl answered in a level, very serious
sounding voice: "I was watching it very carefully, and when he
was sitting on the floor, I could clearly make out, through the
material of his pants, the shape of both his balls and his huge
shaft running down the right pant leg...Way down." The other
girl giggled, but Wendy's reaction was more like she was in a
dreamy, ecstatic state, "oooooohhhmmm" she said to the ceiling
as she lay languid on the bed, "you could really see the shaft?"
"oh yeah, it was incredibly huge..." the girl answered, "and the
head too". Wendy seemed practically in her own world at this
point, and she murmured, more to herself than anyone else, "the
head too.....". At that moment, I could clearly see a large damp
spot appear on the light fabric of her panties right over her
pussy.
Ch.3
After enjoying the visual feast of those three sexy women up
close for the better part of the afternoon, I realized that I had
only an hour left before the bookstore closed. Brad still had
not shown up, and the girls appeared to have infinite patience
and in no way put out that they had been waiting for him for
hours. Reluctantly, I headed out to pick up my textbooks, sorry
to leave the view behind. I consoled myself with the thought
that there would probably be a long line at the bookstore, full
of tanned girls in tank tops and skirts, sweaty and exhausted
from the warm September day, resting themselves by sitting on
their books, the tables, the floor while waiting in line. That
was one of my fondest memories of the first day of freshman year,
a day on which, (predating my epic chain of romantic failures to
follow), I was aflutter in anticipation, earnestly believing that
much of what I saw, and more, would inevitably be mine. Hah.
The bookstore did not disappoint, and I returned home hornier
than ever. As I walked home, I mused over what I had overheard
at the bookstore. Clearly, Brad had just left the bookstore when
I arrived, because I heard several (most?) of the girls waiting
in line talking about him. He had clearly made an impression,
and they continued to exchange comments and gossip about who he
was and how hot he was. A group of beautiful sorority sisters
had been animatedly discussing the same information I had heard
earlier, that he was a football star and transfer. A girl was
talking to the group who was apparently also a transfer from
Benton (which was a relatively small school), and Brad was quite
famous among the women there. She said he had been universally
known as the hottest guy on campus, but the most common rumor
among the women was that he was incredibly well hung. She said,
"What I heard was that he was so big it actually could have been
a problem if it weren't for the fact that he was so incredibly
good with it." This greatly excited the group of girls, and they
probed her to see if it was really true. She replied, "I heard
it from several girls...I mean, by the end of the year, he had
pretty much had all of the prettiest girls on campus (maybe
that's why he decided to transfer), and from what I heard, after
having him, it was hard for those girls to go back to regular
guys again." The group of babes were clearly impressed and
aroused, murmuring, "wow" in a somewhat subdued way, each lost in
her own reverie, digesting this information.
I arrived back at my dorm , and I eagerly opened the door, hoping
to resume my inconspicuous consumption of the visual delights of
the three beauties. I was devastated to find the room completely
empty. Apparently Godot had finally returned, and they had all
gone out somewhere.
To tell you the truth, I was not entirely disappointed not to
find Brad there. While I had looked forward to having a new,
clueless buddy to show around the campus, I was beginning to get
the picture that this was not going to be the situation I had
imagined, and was feeling a little intimidated. On the other
hand, living with a guy who caused such hot women to be littered
about the place could only be a good thing, and most certainly an
improvement on the past lonely year.
In any case, I took a few beers that night from a keg a guy had
in his room down the hall when no one was looking. They weren't
really friends of mine, but nobody objected to me hanging around
while they partied the first night of the school year away. I
kept an eye out for Brad and the Girls, but no luck. Finally, I
gave up, went back to my room and passed out in my bed at
midnight.
I was deep in a beer-soaked dream about lying in Brad's bed with
the three girls when I was sharply awoken by a loud thump. I
looked around the darkened room, and all I could see was the
light coming from the crack under the door, and the light
streaming through the window from a lamppost outside. I noticed
movement under the door, and flinched involuntarily at another
loud thump on the door, sounding like a heavy person or persons
falling against it.
I heard the doorknob turn, and the door creaked open, flooding
the room with blinding light from outside, and two figures,
locked in embrace, fairly fell into the room. They regained
their balance, and as the door closed behind them, I could see
that it was a guy and girl in a heavy makeout session, lips
locked together and grinding into each other. The guy's thigh
was pushed between hers, and she began humping against it as she
kissed him. He was considerably taller than her, and she arched
her back beautifully to reach his lips. Her skirt had ridden up
so high that it was essentially a belt, bunched up around her
waist, completely revealing her light panties beneath. His hands
were hungrily grabbing handfuls of her ass, lifting her up
towards him and onto his thigh.
By this time, I was fully awake, and realized that this must be
Brad, bringing home his conquest at the end of a night out. I
eased my head down on the pillow in the shadows of my side of the
room, my eyes slightly shielded by my arm. Feigning sleep seemed
the most prudent course of action. Nevertheless, in this
position, I could clearly observe them, and I was fortunate in
that the light from the window was angled over towards Brad's
bed, so my end of the room was in deep shadow.
Still lip-locked, they fell towards Brad's bed, and as they
passed into the light from the window, the girl's long dark hair
swung out, and I involuntarily started in a gasp of recognition.
It was WENDY! Apparently, my reaction was audible, since Wendy
flinched at the sound. As she broke off her kiss to turn her
head and look towards my bed, I closed my eyes and played possum
like my life depended on it.
"Omigod, there's somebody in here!" she whispered very
forcefully. "There is??", I heard Brad reply. There was a
rustling sound as they sat up to peer over at my bed. Brad said,
"That must be my roommate." After a pause, in which I could feel
them looking closely at me, Wendy responded, "It is, I know that
guy, he's your roommate...Tell him to get the hell out of here!"
she continued. I cringed inside. Brad responded, "What, are you
serious, you want me to wake him up?" "Yes!" Wendy replied
emphatically, "I don't want him in here, he's a weird guy and
kind of creepy, and I can't possibly get, you know, into it, if
he's lying there." Brad's response was suddenly forceful and
decisive, "Look, Wendy, I haven't even been introduced to the
guy, and we're going to be sharing this room all year. I'm not
going to wake him up and tell him to get out of his own room.
I'm just not going to do it. Besides, he's totally out, what
difference does it make if he's here? Anyway, if you don't like
it, maybe you should go home." Wendy immediately reacted in a
plaintive, apologetic tone, "nonono, Brad, I'm sorry, I don't
want to go, I'm sorry, I was just overreacting." She paused, and
continued, "Why don't we both go over to my dorm? My roommate
hasn't even moved in yet, we can have the whole room to
ourselves."
I could feel that they were looking the other way, and gradually
cracked my eyes open. They were standing in the middle of the
room again, looking at each other. Brad let out a sigh, "Listen
Wendy, I'm getting a little tired and not really in the mood
anymore. Why don't we call it a night, and I'll give you a call
later." Wendy sounded panicked, "nono, please Brad, it's fine,
it's fine, we'll stay here. I don't mind at all. Please, come
back to the bed." She pulled him by the hand towards Brad's bed.
"I'm sorry I said anything, I really want to stay." Feeling his
resistance as she pulled his hand, she continued, "Please, baby,
I'll make you very happy if you let me stay. Believe me. I'll
do everything you want. Please. Tell me what you like, I'll do
it. I'm all yours, every part of me." This she said in a husky,
inviting way which I had never heard, after a year of listening
to her through the wall. The raw, liquid sexuality of her tone,
coming from this girl who had been the center of my fantasies for
a year straight, brought me back to my senses. Up until this
moment I had been so startled by their appearance (and worrying
that I'd be evicted), that I had completely forgotten to get
turned on at all. Hearing her familiar, sexy voice offer
everything she could possibly offer sexually, in such an
unfamiliar, desperate, plaintive, tone, passed through me like a
shock wave of arousal, and I had, nearly instantly, the firmest
erection of my life. It stood up stridently, pushing out my
boxers and instantly wetting the tip in pre-cum. Very slowly and
silently, I eased my free hand under the covers and inside my
boxers, and curled it around the base of my cock.
After Wendy's exhortations, Brad's interest clearly began to
pick up again, and he let her lead him back to sit on the bed.
She remained standing. He responded playfully, "Well, when you
put it that way...what do you have to offer, exactly?" I could
see a rush pass through Wendy's body as she realized Brad wasn't
going to send her way. She was standing directly in the light
from the window, and I could see her sumptuous body perfectly -
highlighted and surrounded by shadow. I began slowly pumping my
shaft under the covers, drinking the sight of her in. Standing
in the pale white light, it was as if she were the only thing in
the room, and Brad, the beds, desks, and chairs faded into the
darkness surrounding her radiant, flawless form. Although I had
already memorized every detail of her body, it was profoundly
different somehow, having her so close and so aroused, here in my
own room, like a jewel on black cloth in a showcase for me to
view and fetish and obsess while I deliciously slid my hand all
around my soaking wet dick. She was wearing beautiful high
heels, her toes painted dark red, the height of the heels giving
the perfect flex to her slender calves. The legs were as
flawless as ever, muscles slightly tense from the tension of her
excitement. My eyes followed the long thighs up to her waist,
where the soft fabric of her skirt had fallen down in back, but
was still riding up in front, perhaps caught in the waistband of
her panties. A few inches of her exceedingly slender tummy were
visible below the edge of the light material of her blouse, the
lower edge of which hung loosely, away from her body, suspended
by her breasts, rising and falling as she breathed heavily. Her
breasts, as always, were a little awkwardly large for the
small-size blouse, and tightly stretched the material around them
rhythmically as she breathed. Her nipples were hard, emphatic
pebbles, casting sharp shadows in the angled light. Her hair was
swept back from her face except for a long, unruly strand running
right down her cheek and wetted to her mouth, which hung slightly
open, lips swollen and lipstick lightly smeared from the kissing.
I ate it up, and felt myself approaching orgasm even before she
had so much as moved from the spot. With difficulty, I held off
orgasm, wanting to make it last. Just as I felt I was getting it
under control, Wendy slowly began to unbutton her blouse...
Ch. 4 coming soon.
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