Hold me in your arms
help me forget the others
that came before you
I woke up around 5:30am. Too early to be considered normal. Way too early for people who have my job. I woke up with the urge I had every morning. It was primal. It was urgent. It was the need that our primitive ancestors had before credit scores was a thing. It was a need to get fucked. It was the urge to feel alive.
I always woke up with an absolute need to touch myself. My fingers woke up the rest of my body every day. As skilled as they were, my body would crave more. I wanted more. My body yearned for it. My fingers would tire themselves out and then I would surrender. To the hunger and pain. To what was necessary. Fuck anyone who judges. I needed dick.
I tiptoed out of my room and peeked at the door to my roommate's. His door was slightly open as well. I smiled. It was our call sign. If either of us had someone in there, the door would be closed. I crept up into his room, making sure that I wouldn't wake him up yet. He was laying peacefully in his bed. No clothes on, his manly chest exposed to anyone fortunate enough to see. I slowly pulled the blanket from his body, revealing what my body was craving.
I loved the idea of morning head. I loved the sounds he would make as his mind slowly realized what was happening to his body was not a dream. I could tell by his breaths the exact moment that he was awake. This particular morning, I heard him moan slightly before he put his hands on the back of my head.
"God, I love waking up like this" he moaned gently. "What time is it?" In my mind, I didn't care, so I kept sucking. He never asked again. I bobbed down faster and faster while his hands stroked my hair. My need grew, as did he. I peeked my head up and smiled at his sexy face.
"Happy birthday, Caleb" I said with a twinkle in my eye. "Can I be the first girl who fucks you this year?"
"Are you willing to do the work?" He was such a tease. I climbed into his lap resting slowly into his nine-inch cock.
"Just like any other day" I smiled back at him. I rode him slowly and remembered how this all happened.
Six months prior, I was a virgin. I grew up in an insanely repressed household. My parents controlled every part of my life and forbid anything that didn't fit to their religious standards. While my parents were on a church retreat, my boyfriend of two years finally convinced me to take our relationship to the next level. Right before my nineteenth birthday, I decided I was ready. It blew my mind. There was no pain; only unbelievable pleasure. He fucked me over and over and for the first time, I felt alive. Something took over me. Something I didn't want to change.
When he fell asleep, my body and mind was still horny. I crept out of his bedroom to find his roommate in the living room. I had a crush on him for years. I knew it was wrong, but I swaggered out to him, naked and wanting. He did not disappoint. He introduced me to anal and we fucked for hours. I started lying to my family about where I would spend the night and spent as much time as I could over there. This became a habit. Me fucking my boyfriend, then sneaking into his friend's bedroom after he passed out. We kept our dirty little secret for about a month, I think. It wasn't until my boyfriend walked in on us while my head was pressed hard down on his best friend's cock that he got a clue. He called me a slut and ordered me out. What a fucking prude!
The asshole took it a step further and wrote a letter to my parents. He told them about the sneaking around and I wasn't a virgin anymore so they disowned me. I couldn't stand living with and lying to them anyway. Imagine living in a household that forbade pork and then discovering bacon for the first time. With the part time job I had in a local coffee shop, I was sure it would pay my rent and bills, so I searched for a roommate. I found the best one.
He lived in a multi-story high-rise building. Only adults were allowed. He wasn't looking for a roommate for the money; he just hated living alone. I was attracted to him immediately. He was tall, around 6'2, with short, course, dark hair and dark dreamy eyes. He had mixed ethnicity; half white and half black. He had full sensual lips and a dazzling smile. He was about in his late thirties with a lucrative and stable job that he usually worked for from home. His body was fit and his deep voice made my panties drip. Within an hour of us meeting, we were fucking like bunnies and I moved in immediately. He was a perfect fit for me as I was for him. He never judged my need for sex and he never turned me down.
I rode him as he slowly woke himself up. He stared lovingly at me and cupped my breasts with care.
"If I keep living with you, I'll never get a girlfriend." I smiled and rode his dick harder.
"Why would you need one" I teased. His last girlfriend cheated on him with his roommate. Oh God, I love irony. I was so much better than a girlfriend. I was a girl close by who was always good to go. No strings and no commitments. He agreed.
"You're right" he said between grunts. "Keep riding my cock." I bounced up and down, concentrating on how unbelievable he felt inside me. Our morning fucks never lasted long. That was okay. I always came faster as well. Wave after wave of pleasure washed upon me as his cum bathed my walls. I was on the pill, but he was the only man I allowed to cum inside me, unprotected.
I laid my head on his shoulder and we fell back asleep.
When his alarm clock went off, he slid gently away, trying not to wake me. I stretched like a cat in his California king size bed and listened to the sounds of his shower
When he returned he slid behind me, wrapped his arm around me and kissed the back of my neck.
"Sorry, sweetheart" Caleb said in between kisses. "I need to go to the office today. Important staff meeting."
