Tiffany Fallon and Cara Zavaleta sat in the kitchen alcove sharing a pot of tea and finishing off the croissants Cara had picked up at the coffee shop. It was a lazy Sunday morning. Both slept late and neither had completely woken up yet. They stretched and yawned, wiping the sleep out of their eyes. Playboy had put them up in this luxury apartment because the mansion was being renovated; both girls liked it this way because they had privacy and less of a certain publisher's Viagra induced lust.
Cara listened intently as her roommate detailed the night before. Tiffany had spent it with her boyfriend Greg. Cara lived vicariously through her roommate's adventures. Being Miss November kept her busy even though her pictorial wasn't going to be released for another few weeks; her fame from her MTV days made her interesting to the press. Cara already immersed in interviews and personal appearances so the gorgeous young girl rarely had time to date. She took a lot of pride in her appearance, jogging regularly and making herself look good. She was naturally beautiful; short bobbed brown hair that accentuated her tan skin and a petite frame she kept tight and lean. Her breasts were small teardrops compared to Tiffany's bosoms. She never thought of herself as beautiful though she was definitely attractive.
Miss December lazily wiped butter on the fresh rolls. Even though they had been done in February the release of her shots was almost two months away so she could be lazy about everything. "Anyway, that's how it always is with him. I get him going, or he gets that way himself and there's no stopping him. Even if I fight it's no use. He gets his way and it's all I can do to not just give in every time."
Cara gaped, always fascinated by the sex lives of Tiffany and her lover. They had been seeing each other for a few months and she learned soon after of his nature. Sexually, she found out, he was uncontrollable. At 33 he was a few years older than Tiffany and when he became excited he was a completely different person. Most times he was friendly and polite. He was an intelligent man, funny and sweet. Tiffany once told her no man had ever treated her better. When he was turned on it was another matter completely. When he spent the night over the walls would shake from his exertions as he took her.
"But he's so quiet..." Cara mused.
Tiffany could only laugh, saying with her Southern accent, "and he is even quieter when he fucks me. He never says a word. He's loud, but it's only just grunts and growls." The older woman leaned toward her roommate and said in a quiet voice, almost whispering "He even bit me once, right on the shoulder. The mark stayed with me for the rest of the week." She coyly smiled. "I wore it like a badge and wore low cut blouses so people would notice."
They had a date planned for today she said, on this the only day they've had off together for the past three weeks. She expected him at his best: rough, forceful and take charge. and, Tiffany said, she was planning to make him even more wild.
Cara knew her roommate sensed her jealousy. Greg was a very good looking guy and she couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if she were in her shoes. Every night they had sex she would listen, silent and still, and try to picture what was taking place on the other side of the wall. He always came loudly and she could almost hear him breathe afterwards. She always masturbated furiously when they finished, pressing her face into the pillow so they wouldn't hear her and suspect her eavesdropping. That afternoon when he stopped by to pick her up, she planned to give him a good send off and help her roommate get him started.
When the doorbell rang Cara was ready. Her clothes were in the dryer and she was wearing her lycra sports bra and bikini bottoms. Greg faltered for a moment when he first saw her. "Uh..Hi Cara...is Tiffany home?
She smiled sweetly and ushered him in. "Of course, she's just upstairs getting ready." With that she turned and walked to the laundry room, bending over to open the dryer in full view of where he waited. She made a scene bending over but tried not to be too obvious. She had a great butt, tight but well rounded. All the guys she ever dated loved to look at it, some even said that's why they went out with her. She took pride in it and did her best to capture Greg's attention with it, slowly bobbing it up and down as she made a show of retrieving her clothes. Dropping the clothes into the basket, she stood on the ball of her left foot, pushing her cheek out. Looking over her shoulder she could see him looking at her intently. His hands were balled into fists at his sides. He watched her shamelessly, his eyes traveling up and down her small body.
Just then Tiffany bounded down the stairs, dressed in hiking boots, cargo shorts and a crisp white t shirt. Cara noticed she was without a bra. She leapt into his arms and pressed her lips against his hungrily. "God I've missed you," she said, one hands rubbing his ass.
"Going hiking?" Cara called out and Tiffany jumped, unaware of her watching them.
"That's right," she said, now noticing that the young girl was barely dressed. "Barley Flats." She raised an eyebrow at her and barely smiled. Cara noticed Greg staring openly at his girlfriend's breasts. Taking her by the hand he pulled her out the door and left without a word. Tiffany had just enough time to look back at her roommate and gave her a look, open mouthed and wide eyed, that let her know she was in for it.
Cara spent the rest of the day sunning herself. Later that evening, while laying in the tub, she brought herself to a screeching orgasm as she imagined Greg having his way with her roommate off the trail in the secluded woods of Barley Flats. She went to bed earlier than usual and drifted to sleep, satiated but lonely.
It was pitch black when she felt someone shake her awake. She could barely open her eyes but knew it was late, most likely the middle of the night. Tiffany stood by her bedside. Her tee shirt was damp with sweat and ribbed from the collar to her armpit. It was covered in dirt and dust and she could see her breasts hanging free beneath the fabric. The dirt, mixed with the dampness of her shirt, had turned to mud. Her hair was wild and some of it stuck to her forehead, plastered there by the sweat. Seeing her roommate stir, Tiffany could barely contain herself.
"Cara. Cara, you won't believe it! You've got to hear this!" She was bouncing up and down while Cara could barely sit up. Barely awake Cara sat up slowly and fumbled for the light. When she found it she gasped at the sight before her.
"My god Tif, what happened to you?"
She clenched her fist in front of her and smiled, "It was so fantastic, just what I was telling you about."
Her interest captured, Cara grasped her knees and sat up. "You didn't!"
Nodding slowly, she said "You better believe it! He was really out of control this time. I was doing all I could to bring it out of him but it's like it was the only thing on his mind since I came downstairs."
"I wore those little pink panties he told me he loved, though they're not really appropriate for an afternoon hike, and the shorts that show up my butt just right. I knew when I bent over he'd get a good look at my crack and when I sat down he got a good view of my thighs."
"We made it to the top of the peak so we got a great view of the whole area- it was a beautiful day. We were both sweating and breathing fairly heavily after jogging up so I got my bottled water and got a good drink, pouring it liberally over my face and neck so it ran down my chest, soaking my white tee shirt."
Cara gasped. "Wow Tif, there's lots of people there at this time of year."
