Of course I had noticed her before—she was roommates with my girlfriend Rebecca. That summer I was around Rebecca's almost all the time. I'm not usually the kind of guy who packs up and moves to his girlfriend's, but that summer was the fucking hottest summer I've ever been through in the city, and Rebecca's apartment had air conditioning. And besides, the sex was great and for once I was dating a girl who I actually liked to hang out with all the time. And, there was Alexis.
Alexis was friends with Rebecca from college—they had moved to the city together because they didn't know where else to go. Alexis was working in finance, which I had no idea about, but she was apparently very good at, because I don't think Rebecca's job as a film producer was paying for all that nice furniture in their apartment. She was terrific, sort of a guys girl, always into watching baseball and drinking a beer over a Marlboro Red.
They lived in Brooklyn too, but a much nicer part than I did, in an old warehouse building in Carroll Gardens with a roof deck that looked over Red Hook and out into the harbor, Lady Liberty sparkling over the water in the daytime and the lights of downtown Brooklyn and Lower Manhattan sparkling at night. Rebecca and I would go out on Smith Street, and she would tag along, sometimes bringing an unsuspecting guy or two along, and we would all have fun together like old friends; them teetering in their high heels, me with my hand on the small of Rebecca's back, looking forward to what was coming when we got home. Then we'd sit up on the roof and share a bowl and I swear I thought that was what life was all about. Once we had started to sweat in the humid night, Rebecca and I would lock eyes and make a slightly awkward exit back into the apartment, and Alexis would just grin. We all knew. Hot fun in the summertime, right? Rebecca and I would fuck, bucking our hips and biting our lips and getting sweatier in the chilly air conditioning than we ever did out on the roof.
Their two rooms were separated by a bathroom, with a door opening onto it from each room, and even though there was the padding of a few walls, I was always sure our fucking would echo into Alexis' room, but she never seemed to mind. Rebecca seemed to almost get louder when she knew Alexis was home—she would pant and writhe and scream when I went down on her, squeezing my head into her pussy like it was all that mattered in the world. And a few nights when Alexis had brought some guy home, we would hear them too, her voice a little huskier than Rebecca's, moaning just a little while the bed knocked against the wall. I had to admit I would always get more aroused when I could hear her, but I never thought anything of it. After all, I had my own perfect girl to take care of.
Physically, they couldn't have been more different. Rebecca was slight and pale, with an ocean of blonde hair and quick green eyes that always told me what she needed. The only place she curved was in her hips and ass, a perfectly round little heart that shook mischievously in her skinny jeans. Her breasts were small and upturned, her little nipples would swell when I licked them. Her pussy was tiny, a perfectly trimmed patch of blonde hair begging you to put your tongue into her slit. We actually had trouble sometimes because I have a very thick cock about as big around as my wrist and sometimes it just wouldn't go in without some coaxing, but when it did my head exploded with stars and she would arch her back and fuck me slowly, trying to get herself to stretch enough to fit me.
Alexis was pure Italian, she loved to point out the spot in Carroll Gardens where she imagined her great great grandparents lived after getting off the boat from Sicily all those years ago. She was perfect too, flawless olive skin that would glisten with oil when we were up on the roof in the sunshine, and curly brown hair that she would straighten when we were going out, making her look like a sleek seal and making every man in the room turn to her presence. But her finest feature were her breasts. I had always been attracted to slender girls, so I didn't have a whole lot of experience with big breasts, but hers were absolutely perfect. She would wear low cut tops that dove almost to her bellybutton, letting her tits press against the fabric like some sixties movie star. But what killed me is when she walked around the apartment, totally oblivious to us, in a thin white tshirt with no bra, letting them bounce and jiggle as she walked around, the faintest trace of her areolas visible when it was chilly. One of her less creative would be suitors sent her a text once, which we all laughed about at the time that just read "You've got great boobs." Not the most graceful way to put it, but I don't know if I could have put it much better.
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It was early august, and Alexis had finally started to get to me. Rebecca and I were lounging in bed, a little hung over, half asleep. We had been too tired to fuck the night before, we had been dancing on the lower east side and didn't get back until sunrise. I still smelled like booze and sweat, and Rebecca was sleeping on her back, that perfect creamy ass sticking up out of the sheets. I rolled over on top of her and started kissing her shoulders , my morning wood pressing up between her thighs towards her snatch. I could smell cigarette smoke on her from the club, mixed with her perfume. I whispered in her ear that it was time to wake up, but she grunted and shrugged me off. Never deterred, I shifted and put my hands down between her ass cheeks, spreading open her mound. She didn't move, but I could feel her getting wetter, and she parted her legs slightly to let me in. I stuck in a finger and then another, she was already like an oven in there, and pretty slippery. She got wetter than any girl I've ever been with, her juices would start to trickle when she got aroused, and when she came we sometimes needed a towel to clean up. My fingers kept exploring, from her clit, down to her hole where I would slide a finger in and out, and then up to her ass hole, just tickling a little like she loved. Before long she grunted and shrugged me off again, but this time, she propped herself up and poked her little ass in the sky without saying a word.
I rubbed my hand, still wet from her cunt, over the tip of my cock and straddled her, pushing my head down between her lips, positioning myself to be inside. I pushed forward and felt the heat running up my shaft as I slid inside her. She gasped a little when my balls hit her skin, and her fists tightened on the sheet, willing me deeper. I fucked her slow, my head still spinning a little from the alcohol the previous night, trying to will every ounce of my blood into my cock so that I could stretch her tighter. We rolled to the side, spoon fucking so we could both lie down. It was our favorite way to fuck in the morning. I nibbled her shoulders and picked her leg up so that I could thrust all the way it.
"oooooh, fucck, keep it smooth." I kept it smooth, as she brought a hand down to play with her clit. When I heard the familiar slurping sound I knew she was close, her cunt begging for more of me. We came together, too tired to yell, but I closed my eyes when I felt my balls tighten and my sperm pump into her. We fell back asleep like that, my cock softening inside her and my chest glued to her back with sweat.
We woke up in a half an hour, my cock waking me up because it realized it was still buried in pussy, and I started to thrust again. She laughed and moved away, slipping me out of her heat and standing up to stretch.
"Not again right now," she said, yawning. "Let's get cleaned up."
We got in the shower and did our usual shower routine: I soaped her breasts, she soaped my cock, we both washed our hair, switching under the water when one of us got cold. She tried to kick me out to shave her legs, but instead I pushed her into the corner and bent down to do a little tongue cleaning of her pussy. I was pushing into her folds with the water washing down over my shoulders, teasing her clit when a door opened. Rebecca stiffened.
"Are you guys in there together?" Alexis asked, laughing. "Oh fuck, sorry, I just have to brush my teeth. Carry on!"
Rebecca couldn't say anything, because I went back to work as we could hear Alexis brushing her teeth on the other side of the curtain. Rebecca tried to close her legs, but I worked her clit furiously, and she came as Alexis was spitting and rinsing. She left and we heard the apartment door close. Rebecca jumped out of the shower.
"Damn, we agreed that we would always put some kind of signal up when we're showering with someone. I should have at least locked her door."
"She didn't seem to mind," I said. Rebecca laughed and went to go dress. She had to meet some friends, and I was just trying to decide what I wanted to do with the day.
