She stopped in her tracks as she set her bag down and listened closely. Frowning to herself she strained to hear what the strange groaning noise was then realised Dylan must be home and was probably using his ridiculous weight bench. She rolled her eyes and kicked off her shoes. Why her housemate felt the need to constantly work out was beyond her. He was 6'6" and built like a mountain. The guy might not be particularly muscular or athletic looking but he certainly wasn't a blob. God only knew where this obsession had appeared from. He used to be happy to hang out with a pizza and a movie in the evenings when he wasn't seeing his girlfriend but the last few weeks he'd withdrawn into his muscleman magazines and muttered about carbs and trans fats every time she suggested a lazy night slobbing out with the x-box. That was the few nights he wasn't out with the über bitch.
Ren sighed and unpacked the bits she'd bought into the fridge. It wasn't like she was jealous or anything. She was happy they were friends and had dealt with her crush a long time ago. She jumped at the sound of something cracking and a yelp. Running upstairs she skidded to a halt outside his open door. The cracking noise happened again but this time followed by a very feminine moan. She dragged her eyes from the computer screen where Dylan's gaze was focussed, her gaze landing on her housemates broad shoulders and the sight of his hand stroking slowly up and down. Not injured. Not exercising. Clearly not expecting her to be home. She started to move slowly backwards when she spotted the mirror at the side of the room. As she saw the reflection of his fist slowly pumping his cock she stopped. Glancing at his head to check he hadn't noticed her she looked back at the computer screen to see a porno movie of a woman gagging on a thick cock while she was whipped. Ren felt a rush of heat and pressed her legs together tight, looking back to the mirror and imagining what it would be like to gag on Dylan's cock.
Rough sex always turned her on and as she watched him roll his foreskin back and play his thumb over his slit, precum shining in the light from the screen she let her hand drop to her crotch. She knew it was risky to watch him like this but she couldn't tear her eyes away. His cock was thick and from what she could see pretty long. She started rubbing her pussy as she felt herself getting more aroused by the sight of him jerking and the cock on screen ramming into the moaning porn stars mouth. Being careful not to move to much and attract attention she slid her hand into her jeans and ran her finger through her lips to play gently with her clit. She knew if he turned round at any time it would be a disaster but all she could thinking about was walking over, spinning his chair round and licking all that tempting precum from his dick before sucking him deep into her mouth.
She stilled as his free hand went to the mouse, ready to slip back out of sight in the hallway if he showed signs of noticing her, but he simply changed the movie over to another before sliding down in the chair a little and tugging on his balls. She had a clearer view now and could see his shaft curving up toward his belly. All the working out seemed to have reduced the slight beer gut he'd had but she liked a bit of bulk on her men.
Rens eyes flicked back to the screen and the scene was of a girl with her arms tied behind her to a chair being fucked hard. Her legs and butt were lifted up and she had clamps on her nipples. Rens own nipples tightened and she felt a shiver go through her at the thought of being used like that. The idea of being helpless had always appealed to her. She looked back to the mirror and thought she saw Dylan's dark grey eyes looking at her momentarily but he was looking at the screen when she double checked. She held back a sigh of relief as he carried on. If he'd seen her he would have stopped and covered up. Then yelled and moved out most likely.
She carried on watching him stroke his cock as he sped up and started to moan loudly. His hips bucked as the action on screen carried on and she teased her pussy, knowing she couldn't do anything more while standing there.
'Oh, shit, shit... Shit!'
She licked her lips as ropes of cum spurted from his cock while his hand flew hard and fast, landing on his chest, stomach then finally dribbling over his hand. Starting to slowly back out, of the room she paused briefly only to watch him rub some of his cum into the sprinkling of hair on his chest and the trail running down from his belly button before he licked his hand. As soon as she knew she was out of sight she padded downstairs and decided to make a noisy re-entrance so she could get to her room and take care of the need that had been building up.
She shuffled around the kitchen and front room opening and closing the fridge to make it seem like she was just putting things away.
'Ren? You're home early?'
She jumped when he walked into the kitchen and leaned in the doorway, feeling ridiculous as she blushed.
'Oh, yeah. I got all my work done so I decided to start the weekend a little earlier.'
He nodded and looked at the bags. 'Been to the shops?'
'Yep, got some stuff for dinner, I'm making myself a curry. There's enough for two?' She was convinced he could see the guilt on her face but he looked as though he didn't have a care in the world. 'Oh, but you'll probably be having something healthier, never mind.' She frowned remembering his recent withdrawal.
He looked at her intently. 'Tell you what, fuck the diet, and no offence but fuck the curry too.' He grinned at her, the first smile she'd seen from him for a few weeks now she thought about it. 'How about I order pizza and we have a DVD night. It's been a while since we've just hung out.'
'Cool, that would be great,' she smiled back, glad he was being more like his old self but partly wishing he'd go for a long run so she could go upstairs and have a marathon masturbation session. The sight of him cumming all over himself and the thought of him treating her like the girl in the video was making her antsy and all she wanted to do right now was settle down with her vibrator and cum until she couldn't stand up. The fact he must have thrown his clothes on over the cum he'd rubbed into his chest just made her wetter.
'Well I'm gonna grab a quick shower then we can head out and rent something. I'll drive. I feel a bit sticky from working out earlier.' He grimaced and rubbed a hand under his t-shirt, lifting the hem and showing her the still damp hair trail. All she could do was nod as she wondered if he realised the evidence of his orgasm was still visible and that he was flashing it at her.
While he showered she tried to think of anything that would keep her horniness at bay until she could make an excuse to go to bed. Preferably early. Twenty minutes later in his car she was finally managing to look at his face and not see it as it was when she'd watched him earlier. Picking out the movies she pretty much let him decide. They'd normally go for a cheesy comedy, then a horror followed by an action movie so she wasn't jumping at shadows when she went to bed. After living together for 5 years it was easy to get into a routine so she didn't pay much attention to what he picked up while she grabbed some snacks. As she got in the car Dylan paused and dropped the DVDs in the driver seat.
'Hang on, I think if I'm sacking off the diet I might as well have some decent drinks. Wait here while I grab some?'
She nodded back, thinking it would be good to get the old Dylan back. It was such a relief he hadn't seen her earlier, his reaction would be bad enough but dealing with his harpy girlfriend was beyond her tolerance level. She should really just forget about it. He returned quickly with a case of beer and a bottle of sour apple shots. She grimaced and shook her head as she took it and he laughed at her reaction.
'Yeah, we'll I plan on getting drunk and its your duty to make sure I don't do it alone.'
Once they were back home, she jumped in the shower while he ordered their food, mourning the fact she only really had time it wash away the stickiness that had run down her thighs after soaking her panties before washing her hair. If she took too long he'd only be knocking at the door asking if she'd been sucked down the plughole.
She dressed quickly in her PJs which were a pac-man t-shirt she'd stolen from him some time ago and a pair of black yoga pants and ran downstairs to settle down under a throw on the sofa, her damp hair spread out behind her. Dylan answered the door when the bell rang and brought the pizza through before he sat next to her, grabbing one side of the throw so he could settle it over his legs. While they watched the movie, laughing at the jokes and mimicking the characters, Ren realised she could never let him know what she saw. Having him as her friend was way too important. He'd move out someday when life moved on but until then she loved having the easy camaraderie with him and the opportunity to curl up next to him on cold nights like this.
As they laughed and ate, he kept bringing beers through and she was starting to feel a bit tipsy. She couldn't keep up with the amount he drank so she paced herself to get through the evening without falling asleep. At least until they were halfway through movie two and he brought in shot glasses and the evil looking green bottle.
'Ill be passed out if we hit the shots Dylan!'
'Sorry Ren, has to be done. Can't make a man drink alone remember.'
He waved the bottle at her so she held the glasses while he poured. They downed them and he laughed again at the disgust on her face at the taste.
'Kim dumped me.'
