Better Days for Michelle

2-1: THE MORNING AFTER

Sunlight crept into the room and I was shaken from an incredibly deep sleep. For a moment I was confused and unsure of where I was and I panicked slightly when I realized I was completely naked. The warm body next to mine quickly brought it all back into focus, and I felt myself smile with delight.

Rolling over slowly so that I didn't disturb John, I got my first good look at my surroundings. Canary yellow satin sheets rested on a king sized sleigh bed that had a backboard with vertical bars. There was a large dresser with a giant folding mirror, and a walk-in closet that for whatever reason had the door left open. There was a small TV and a VCR in one corner, and a computer desk in the other.

My pussy was a bit sore, but it was a

good

kind of sore from everything that went on last night. For a moment I worried; was this going to be just a one night stand? The kind Kathy was afraid she'd be getting with John? I really liked John but I wasn't going to let him order me to get a large lock of my hair dyed pink and my vagina pierced in order to keep him.

The display on the digital clock read 6:15, and I gently put my arm around John and drifted back to sleep. I could be bothered about that stuff some other time.

2-2: CARAMEL MACHIATTOS

I woke up again a few hours later, and John was awake as well. He wished me a good morning and kissed me passionately. He was rubbing his face in my breasts and sucking my nipples when he stopped and asked if I was hungry. I slyly asked him "hungry for what?", but believe it or not he was referring to food. That was embarrassing, but we sure did burn some serious calories the night before and I could have used a bite to eat. John had a menu from a takeout place in his dresser drawer.

John called for Kathy through the closed door and a moment later she popped her head in. John asked her to go grab us all some breakfast and she quietly agreed. She stripped off the t-shirt she slept in, and then put on jeans, underwear, and a sweatshirt that she plucked out of the hamper. John simply asked her to get him orange juice, scrambled eggs, and a grilled english muffin. I politely asked her for a blueberry muffin and a sixteen ounce coffee with two creams and one sugar. Imagine my surprise when she told me in an absolutely PISSY manner that she was "going to have to write all that shit down".

She asked me to repeat, so I did: a blueberry muffin and a sixteen ounce coffee with two creams and one sugar. Just as she was finishing writing I

somehow

managed to notice that the shop offered caramel macchiatos, so I told Kathy to scratch the coffee and get me one of those instead. After she was done writing I decided that no, I really just wanted the coffee; sixteen ounces, with two creams and one sugar. I was nice enough to have her read it back to me, just to make sure. After all, we wouldn't want the poor thing having to make a second trip, now would we?

I loved it—you could tell that she was fuming on the inside. As she left the room John told her to make sure she got something for herself, but nothing too fattening.

After she left John apologized for her behavior, saying that this was the type of thing that typically got Kathy in trouble; she would do as she was told, but would sometimes display an attitude about it. I didn't care; I just started kissing John passionately, eventually moving my mouth downward toward his cock. I licked and slurped his manhood and eventually I got on top of him for the first time and began riding him up and down, quickly bringing myself to one orgasm after another. At one point as I was bouncing up and down on John's dick when I looked up and saw Kathy looking through the door, each of her hands clutching white paper bags that had our breakfasts in them. I couldn't help but giggle a bit since her seeing us was exactly what I had in mind. I'd even purposely maneuvered John around so I'd be facing her when she returned, and when I noticed her I started feeding John my breasts.

Very soon afterward John came inside me for the third time in less than twelve hours. After a few more kisses he summoned Kathy into the bedroom to serve us breakfast. She did everything she was instructed to do, such as bringing us plates and napkins, but did so quietly and with a sour expression. I actually began to feel a bit more forgiving; after all, a woman she barely knew had spent the night screwing her boyfriend, while she slept on the couch and fetched breakfast.

2-3: STUCK IN THE MIDDLE

When our meal was done John and I chatted in bed for a while, then he said he was going to take a shower and asked me if I wanted to do the same before he brought me home. To say that I needed one was an understatement after all of last night's and this morning's activity. When I said yes John asked me if I wanted to go first. The words were out of my mouth before I really had a chance to consider them:

"Do you want to take a shower together"?

In a moment John stood up, took me by the hand, and led me through the living room and into the bathroom while laughing and saying that I was insatiable. I glanced over at Kathy, who was looking on with an expression that was a cross of exasperation and disbelief as we practically danced past her across the apartment with no clothes on.

Taking a shower with a hot guy had always been a fantasy of mine. There were times I would get in the shower, turn on the water and lather up my body, taking lots of time with my breasts, ass, legs and pussy. This time I had a gorgeous man doing those exact things for me, but obviously since someone else was doing it the sensations were completely exciting and unpredictable. Of course, I had no problem lathering up my hand and using it to carefully clean John's pole.

With the water cascading downward, John turned me so that my back was toward him and started soaping up my breasts. I then felt his penis entering my pussy from behind again. Before long the bathroom walls were echoing with my screeches and cries of pleasure.

After another furious fucking session we managed to finish showering. Since I had anticipated spending the night at Trent's place (remember him?), I had toiletries and a fresh set of clothes packed. As I finally put them on I kind of laughed to myself; it just felt like I'd been parading around naked forever.

John was in the living room, sitting on the couch watching TV, and he gestured for me to join him. We started kissing again, not really making out but just occasionally displaying affection toward one another. I was somewhere between sitting and lying down with the back of my head resting against his chest. John nudged me a couple of feet forward and I immediately got a weird feeling. I managed to see through the reflection of the television that Kathy had seated herself behind me, between John and the edge of the couch (no doubt at John's beckoning) and that he was now wedged between the two of us. John had his right hand draped across my body and his left hand behind Kathy's head. I noticed that they began to kiss.

Mind you, I was an extremely conservative girl. I would never tell any of my friends that I had "swapped" with another couple the night before, and even if I did they'd never believe it. Hell, I could barely believe it. But that was as far as I could go, and I got the feeling John was setting something up that crossed my boundaries. I tried to pretend that I didn't notice Kathy's presence while realizing that it was getting late and that I needed to get home.

John knew what was going on but he seemed okay with it. He told Kathy to gather her things and that he'd drive her home on the same trip. Once again, Kathy was pouting.

2-4: I'LL TALK TO YOU SOON

It felt very weird walking out of John's apartment building and toward the parking lot; what would his neighbors think as he escorted two young women away? When we arrived at his car John asked Kathy to sit in the back, which I took as an invitation to sit in the front. I couldn't help but hope there was some symbolism at work there.

John asked me to make sure my door was locked, and then for whatever reason he started driving south toward Kathy's house instead of north toward mine, despite my place being a lot closer. That was okay; at least we'd be spending a bit more time together. Was this another good sign? Kathy's family lived about a half an hour from John's apartment in a decaying old mill town. As we drove down the main street I noticed that there were a lot of run down or abandoned buildings, walls painted with graffiti, ethnic businesses, a sex shop, plenty of litter, and an abundance of liquor stores. Not only was it grimy, but didn't seem like the safest place in the world. John's late model sports car was completely out of place in this environment and I double checked to make sure that my door was indeed locked.

We finally turned onto a side street and upon arriving at the old, three-story, multi-family home where Kathy lived I quietly assumed that it was welfare housing. I hope that doesn't come across as me being a snob; I consider myself very fortunate that I came from better surroundings and it gave me a greater insight of how Kathy must have grown up. It felt strange how I kept going back and forth between disliking Kathy and feeling sympathy toward her. Anyway, John parked on the street and just said "I'll talk to you soon" and she jumped out of the car without getting a kiss goodbye or anything else.

John watched Kathy open the door and walk inside the building. From there he gave me a sly look and pulled me toward him. I whimpered "no, not here" but he pulled me toward him and began kissing me, and I couldn't resist kissing him back.

2-5: GOING TO LAW SCHOOL TAKES SACRIFICE

We finally started driving toward my place and John and I started

really

talking for the first time. This was the first time we'd ever been alone together while not having sex. Truth be told, we'd likely still have been having sex if he wasn't driving but since he was we had a great conversation, far better than the standard double date, getting-to-know-you small talk that we'd previously engaged in.

John was incredibly smart and ambitious. He was seriously considering at some point leaving his job, moving back in with his parents and attending Law School (for those unaware, most Law Schools do not permit their students to have full time jobs). From there he wanted to start working toward getting his CPA. I replied by saying he'd probably make $200,000 dollars a year with those credentials and he said his goal was to eventually make at least a million dollars a year, every year.

From our conversation I learned a little bit more about Kathy. She lived at home with her mother, two younger sisters and one younger brother. Her parents moved the family to Florida when she was in elementary school and when they divorced her mother moved the kids back home in Massachusetts. This was in the middle of Kathy's sophomore year of high school, and it was difficult for her since she no longer knew anyone in the town. On the day she turned 16, the first day she was legally eligible to do so, she dropped out of high school with her mother's permission. The official reason was that Kathy was miserable attending school for various reasons, but John suspected that her mother enjoyed having the extra help around the house. He also said her mother was still very young, not even forty, and he assumed this way Kathy could look after her siblings while Mom went out and partied, which she was prone to do. I remarked that it's sad that Kathy had to grow up so fast, but John quickly countered that Kathy was definitely not grown up, that she could be quite immature even for a 19 year old. He said that it was like she never got the chance to be a little girl, and there were occasions she seemed determined to make up for lost time. My background in psychology told me that was a distinct possibility.

We finally arrived at the townhouse I lived in, and after a quick scan of the parking lot I discovered that neither of my roommates were home. That was pretty unusual for a Sunday afternoon and I asked John if he wanted to come in. Before long I was leading him up to my bedroom and as soon as we closed the door behind us he pushed me down to my knees, took out his cock, and pushed it into my mouth. The way he took charge and oozed confidence was an incredible turn on and before long I was once again naked with my ass in the air, with John doing me from behind. He then began spanking my behind with his bare hand, with the sounds of the stiff blows echoing off the walls. I furiously gripped the bed sheets while panting uncontrollably and achieved multiple orgasms before John squirted another load inside of me.

We'd fucked five times in less than eighteen hours. To put some perspective on that, there were times I went an entire year without getting fucked five times.

2-6: MEN THAT JANE CAN IDENTIFY

I shared a townhouse with two other girls; Lisa and Jane. Lisa was simply awesome as a roommate and a friend. She was really tall, probably five foot ten with dark hair that went halfway down her back and long, lean legs that I envied. She was smart and a pleasure to talk to and hang out with. Jane, a bit of a worry wart, was OK but not awesome, and was kind of nosy. She was about five years older than Lisa and I and while Jane was a nice enough woman I doubted she and I would remain in touch when we were no longer roommates.

Anyway, when John and I finally got dressed and I went to show him out, I was a bit dismayed when I saw that Jane was home. John, being John, instantly said hello and introduced himself. I showed John out and as I turned to head upstairs Jane stood in the living room wearing the world's most confused and awkward expression. Finally she blurted out "that...that's not Trent"!

After everything that had gone on over the past 24 hours, all I could do was stand there, shake my head, and laugh.

No, Jane; that certainly was not Trent.

2-7: THE UPS AND DOWNS OF HAVING ROOMMATES

Later that evening I was in my room answering some e-mails when I heard a tap on the door. It was Lisa, who said that she'd brought home some wine and invited me downstairs for a drink with she and Jane. I smiled and asked her to give me a few minutes. As soon as she closed the door the smile left my face and I sighed, rolled my eyes, and rued the day I accepted a friend's advice to live with roommates for a while to save money. It was time to face the music.

I put on as cheery a front as I could while greeting Lisa and Jane in the living room and poured myself a glass of wine. Lisa cut straight to the chase; last night Trent picked me up, I spent the night with him, and this afternoon I was here with "this new guy". She didn't want to invade my privacy but, as my roommates, they needed to know what was up.

After swearing each of them to absolute secrecy, I told them a little bit about what happened the night before without providing every little detail. I told them that we all had a bit much to drink; someone suggested that we swap partners, and that's how I ended up spending the night with John.

Jane looked absolutely mortified while Lisa just kind of laughed and said "if you don't want us to know what happened, okay. We just want to know what to do if either of these guys shows up asking for you". She thought I was lying!

Now I was emboldened—I insisted to Lisa that I was telling the truth, that Trent wound up spending the night with John's girlfriend, and I spent the night with John. Why else would Jane have told you that John was here and that she heard us in the bedroom?

This was my little way of getting back at Jane being a snitch, since I knew she told Lisa everything she saw and heard. I let both of them know that there weren't any problems and there was nothing to worry about. Jane asked if I was still going to "keep doing this swapping thing" and I told her that I honestly didn't know what the future would hold. Looking back, I'm sure she wanted and expected to hear that I made a big mistake and it would never happen again. Jane said she had to head upstairs and take care of some things before going to bed, and passive-aggressively "joked" that when she got a boyfriend not to ask her to swap. As if.

Later that night I slipped into a t-shirt and shorts and headed downstairs to get something to drink before going to bed and saw Lisa watching TV while sitting on the floor with her back against the sofa. When she greeted me I noticed that she was a bit "relaxed" and that the wine bottle we were all sharing was empty and that she was working on her second bottle. No big deal, that's just how she chilled out. Lisa motioned me over and I sat on the floor next to her as she poured me a glass of wine. There was a moment of silence and then Lisa finally looked at me, smiled and said "so...Jane said the guy you were with was really hot". I kind of laughed and said yeah, he's attractive. She then put on a more serious face and asked "Michelle...what really happened last night"?

I was a lot more comfortable without Judgemental Jane around so I opened up a bit. I told Lisa about the crush I'd developed on John. Her eyes widened as I told her how he stripped Kathy down right in front of Trent and I and showed off her pierced breasts, and she gasped when I described how he had Kathy spread her legs in front of us.

As I went on to provide some details of what John and I were doing in the bedroom, I noticed something; Lisa's breathing had changed. She was wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and panties, which wasn't unusual. She was on my left, and she was lightly touching herself through her underwear using her left thumb. She was probably buzzed enough to think I wouldn't notice, but I definitely did.

I thought the whole thing was kind of cheeky, so I kept going, giving more intimate details of the things John and I did the night before. I started telling her about how I got on top of him, about how he was thrusting me up and down and my breasts were swinging everywhere. At that point Lisa gave up any pretense that she wasn't pleasuring herself to my story as her legs were spread open and she was now rubbing her pussy with her right hand.

Now this and giving an oral recounting what John and I did in bed was getting

me

hot. Frankly I didn't think Lisa would either complain or tease me if I started touching myself through my cotton shorts since she was doing the same thing, so I continued telling the story while rubbing my own wetness.

Soon, I realized our shoulders were touching and Lisa's right leg hung over my left. I kept talking about John; how big his dick was, what a muscular, toned physique he had, and how incredibly good he was at licking, sucking and fucking. What happened next was strange because when I did it I was almost in a trance; I took Lisa's right hand and put it over my crotch, then I moved my left hand across her body and started stimulating her. She showed no resistance and eventually started rubbing my pussy as I did the same to her. I was no longer talking about last night; I just got lost in my own world as Lisa and I took care of one another. Pretty soon Lisa started panting and bucking her hips before softly crying out and cumming. The sights and sounds of this pushed me over the edge, and pretty soon I too was squirting in my shorts.

I didn't know what to do next. Lisa and I were both breathing heavily, and all over one another. It was a tense moment; was she going to try to kiss me? Was I going to kiss her? I wish knew what was going through her head.

Lisa seemed to catch her breath and excused herself to use the bathroom. As I watched her walk off the coward in me took over; instead of waiting and seeing what would happen next, I told her that I needed to get some sleep.