The original conversations between my new roommate and me on the topic of sex were pretty much the standard girl talk. We were both into guys though we had both experimented with bisexual behavior in college. Neither of us considered ourselves "bi;" as if that word in itself had some negative connotation. No, we were just exploring our sexuality a time in our lives when such exploration was not all together uncommon. In my case it was with a roommate in my junior year. In her case it was with a few friends during the two years she spent in college. We were both open and frank about the things that turned us on, and the things that turned us off. It was great to have female confidant again.
I should state from the beginning that both Tiffany and I are about the same age. I'm 25, five feet five inches tall, with dark red hair that trails to just below shoulder level. I do have the matching green eyes to accentuate the red hair, though I was MOSTLY spared the freckles that accompany girls like me of Irish descent. I would describe my features as attractive. I have a 34C cup size with a 22" waist and 36" hips. I work out and keep myself in pretty good shape, so my 125 pounds are well carried. Tiffany is 23 years old and slightly smaller; barely five foot two with shoulder length blonde hair and mischievous steel blue eyes. She also is a 34C, but since she is barely 105 pounds her breasts seem comparatively larger.
We met through work. I'm an office manager for a large marketing company and she works in the accounting department. I enjoy my privacy, so when times were better I rented a small two bedroom home with a fenced yard and a privacy fence. When the economy tightened up, I couldn't get any more overtime. Since my boyfriend and I had split up months earlier, I began looking for a roommate to help out with the bills. Tiffany, as it turns out, was looking for a place so I invited her to move in with me. We agreed to share expenses, and ended up sharing more; much more.
About two weeks after she moved in, I had a date come to the house. It was a guy I'd gone out with a couple of times and had a certain attraction to, though it was certainly not a major love connection. We ended up having sex in my room. It wasn't the most earth shattering experience of my life, but it was okay. He left immediately afterward, since he had to get up in the morning. He told me not to get up, which was good because I really didn't want to. I was actually lying in my bed with a towel between my legs when Tiffany walked into the room.
"Hey, Nic," she said when she walked in. I was under the covers, so even though I was naked I didn't think anything of it. True, the guy and I had been having sex, but it wasn't like Mom walked in on us. Tiffany was in a good mood. "Talk about just cumming and going huh? That's got to be frustrating."
I was a little embarrassed by the comment. She had obviously been listening. When my eyes met hers it was clear to me that she knew I hadn't actually achieved orgasm, and that my date hadn't made that a particular goal of his. I didn't know that to say, but as it turns out I didn't have to say anything. Tiffany leaned down and kissed me, then slowly pulled the blanket back to expose my nakedness. I should have protested, but I didn't.
I was a little shocked when she pulled the towel away, but I barely had time to think before she moved my legs apart and began to lick my hot flesh. I knew it had to be sticky with cum but Tiffany let out a contented, "Mmmmmm. I love cum, don't you? I was too aroused to lie, so I agreed. After a few moments of some extremely talented tongue work she kissed me again and gave me a taste of my own cum sodden pussy. It felt incredibly erotic. She then returned between my legs and once again explored my pussy and clit with her tongue. I came in three minutes. There was no faking it this time. I came so hard I thought I was going to explode.
Tiffany just kissed me and said, "Goodnight, Pet." It was the first time she'd called me something other than Nic, or Nikky. She never called me Nicole. My face was flushed after the climax and I asked her, "Don't you want me to repay you? She smiled in her somewhat mischievous way and said, "Later, Pet."
"Later" came the next evening. I was in my room doing some work on my computer when she brought a date home. I think she was intentionally loud, because I heard everything. I finally had to shut off the computer, slide out of my panties and reach up under my nightshirt to rub myself. She was obviously riding his dick like a bull rider. I seriously worried that they were going to break the bed. I came just from listening to them and slowly rubbing my engorged clit. I knew Tiffany was putting on a show for my benefit.
When she said to him, "Wait right here," I knew she was coming in to my room. Sure enough, she stepped out of her room, turned right, and walked into my room with her right hand pressed between her legs. "Take the shirt off and get on your knees," she said. As hot as I was, I couldn't refuse. I slid out of bed, pulled the shirt off and before I gave any thought as to why I was obeying her I was on my knees with my rump on my heels. Tiffany straddled my face, lightly gripped my hair and pressed her cum filled pussy to my mouth. Of course, I lapped it up as eagerly as she had licked me. It was the first time I had tasted another woman's pussy since college. I reached my hands up to her hips but she commanded, "No, put your hands behind your back!" I hesitated and she added, "It's sexier that way."
I never thought about how incriminating it could have been to have had a picture snapped just then. All I thought about was licking the cum out of Tiffany's pussy, and making her cum in the process. I slid my tongue over her clit and felt her body respond with a shudder. Back I went to slide my tongue as deep inside her as I could, and then to drag it along her opening to the top and over her clit. Each time I repeated the action I got a stronger response until at last Tiffany came again. I kept my mouth against her as she gripped my hair and moaned, "Drink it, Pet." I certainly had no intention of stopping.
We were jarred back to reality by a voice from the doorway. "That's sexy as hell," her date said. Tiffany backed away from me and said, "Don't move." I have no clue why I didn't get back into bed, but I didn't. I stayed just as I was. She said goodbye to her date and more or less shoved him out the door, then returned to the bedroom. I could see her face light up when she saw I was still in the same position. She knew right then that she was in control, even if I didn't. Something about the way she spoke to me brought out a submissive side to me that I didn't even know I had. She ran her fingers gently through my hair and said softly, "I'll just be a moment."
With that she was gone. I got up off my heels because my feet were going to sleep and I waited. I didn't have long to wait. She returned a moment later wearing a loosely tied robe. Our eyes met as Tiffany knelt down on her knees. She put her arms around me and asked, "Do you trust me, Pet?" Her face was inches from mine. I could feel the moisture on my upper thighs and we both knew I was incredibly turned on. "Yes, Tiffany. I trust you," I told her. I was a bit nervous as to what was about to happen, but not nervous enough to stop it.
She took something out of the pocket of her robe put her arms back around me. I felt her putting a set of Velcro cuffs on my wrists. I felt a shiver of fear and apprehension as well as the excitement of anticipation. "Stand up, Pet," she said. Standing up with my hands cuffed behind my back wasn't the easiest thing to do, but she slipped her hands under my arms and lifted, which helped. She pressed against me and backed me up until my legs were against the bed. I could feel the bulging of a strap on pressing into me on the other side of the robe. I've never been a big fan of toys, but now Tiffany was about to fuck me with one. Her hands went to my shoulders and she helped me lay down. She followed immediately, pushing my legs apart with her knees and entering me before I had any chance to change my mind. As if I would.
I let out a soft moan as I felt the jellied dong slide into me. Tiffany was above me, missionary style. Her hands were on either side of me and my green eyes were locked on to her steel blues. There wasn't any heistaion as she entered me and pushed the strap on into my wet confines. She claimed me with long, slow strokes. The veins of the simulated dick rubbed against my inner walls, sending jolts of ecstasy as she moved. The combination of the cuffs and the strap on were enough to send me over the top quickly. Tiffany leaned in and kissed me as my body climaxed against hers. I let out a somewhat guttural cry and pumped my hips wildly as the passion reached its peak. Tiffany stopped and held the dong completely inside me until my orgasm subsided. Then she began again.
