I was grateful when Sasha agreed to talk again. Sasha was gorgeous--23 years old, shoulder-length raven black hair, deep blue eyes she often hid behind a pair of sunglasses or her black-rimmed frames, and a true hourglass figure with perfectly proportioned D-cup breasts. We'd had a good thing going for a while; she was a few years younger than me, but we had fun going out to eat, we laughed at each others' jokes, and we had really, really good sex. When we were alone, we couldn't keep our hands off each other, and we made sure we were alone as much as possible.
When I found out that a friend and I had both matched with her on an online dating site, and that she had actually been seeing both of us at the same time, rather than being upfront about it, I didn't bring it up. When she found out we knew each other, she confronted me about it and decided that it'd be best if she took a break from both of us for a while. We didn't talk for a few weeks, as I wanted to give her some space, but after a while she started texting me again.
Even though we were talking, it wouldn't be for a few more months before we agreed to meet up again in person. We grabbed a bite near her work, and we both apologized for all sorts of things--her for not telling me about my buddy, me for not letting her know when I found out. We both were gracious and accepted that neither of us were exclusive so there were no hard feelings to be had. But, she told me that she felt like she couldn't control herself when she was around me. Which, based on our history, I could understand. So we agreed, daytime hangouts and text conversations for a while. Nothing physical. Nothing sexual.
It only took a few weeks for that to end.
Late one evening, while my roommate was out and I was finishing dinner, Sasha and I were texting as we typically did. I mentioned that I'd just picked up a movie I'd been waiting for, and asked if she wanted to come over and watch, knowing that she'd probably turn me down. To my surprise, she asked what time she should come by. I told her whenever she wanted, and she said she'd be over in a half hour.
I straightened up the living room, and pulled out some blankets since it was a colder night, and my roommate wasn't big on running the heater if he could avoid it. Before long, Sasha was at the door and I welcomed her inside with a hug.
We walked over and sat down on the couch, and I offered her a drink. "I don't think that's a good idea," she said.
"I meant like some water, or something," I replied with a smile. She looked down, a bit embarrassed, and smiled back and said that sounded fine. I turned on the TV and booted up my PS3, then popped into the kitchen to grab a couple glasses. When I filled them and returned, she had curled up in the corner of the couch and pulled a blanket up around her shoulders.
Placing the glass on the table next to the couch, I started the movie and sat opposite her, to give her a little space and help her feel more comfortable. We were watching a Marvel movie, one I'd seen already, so we settled in for a few hours of quips and ass-kicking, each of us blanketed and cozy.
About half way through, Sasha stretched out her legs and set her feet in my lap, still covered by the blanket. I didn't know if that was a signal, but I took the chance and started giving her a foot rub. She flipped on her side, and wiggled her toes as I massaged her feet through the fuzzy socks she wore. I slipped them off and rubbed her soles, then heels, and moved one hand up past her ankles to her calves. Her eyes fluttered for a moment, before she shifted to compose herself and keep watching the movie.
Seizing the invitation, I shifted down the couch and settled with her legs draped over my own, both covered in blankets, and my hands now grazing upward along her curves. Rubbing gently along the underside of her leg, I continued to massage the back of one leg while my other hand slid between her thighs. I looked over at her for a moment, wondering if she might say something, ask me to stop... but she just kept her eyes on the TV, and I caught her biting her lip ever so slightly, her breath catching just a bit.
Slowly, I started rubbing her over her thin denim jeans, long and slow movements up and down the gap between her legs. This definitely had an impact, as her head rolled back and she let out a soft gasp. Rolling over onto her back, she lifted her legs up slightly, and I unbuttoned her pants and pulled them off, still tucked under the blanket. My hand returned to her pussy, still covered by her panties. I felt immediately the result of my foreplay, as the fabric was already soaked through. Leaving them in place, I wedged my fingers between her lips, bunching her underwear up and pressing against her clit. I reached up with my other hand underneath her faded sweatshirt and tank top, snuck under her bra, and groped at her breast, pinching a nipple between my index and middle finger. My hands had found the right buttons, circling and stroking, and Sasha's quiet moans were drowned out by the music and explosions thrumming from the soundsystem.
When I felt she was close, I slipped one finger beneath her drenched panties, putting pressure directly on her clit and slid another inside her pussy. Her nipples hardened under my teasing and edged her closer to climax. As she arched her back, I put my lips against hers and kissed her as she gasped into my mouth, silencing her whimper as my tongue locked with hers.
Once her orgasm crested, and her breathing steadied slightly, I uncovered her from the blanket and sat her up on the couch. Taking off her glasses, I pulled her tops over her head; she unclasped her bra from the front, slipping the straps over her shoulders and off of her back. We sat there for a moment, the light from the TV illuminating her skin in the otherwise dark living room. I put my hand behind her head, balled her hair into my fist, and pulled her in again for a kiss.
It was then we noticed a very bright light coming from around the corner, through the kitchen windows. "Shit! My roommate's home," I said, maybe a little too loudly. I gathered up Sasha's clothes and hastily shut off the TV and PlayStation, she grabbed her glasses, her purse, and the blanket, and we dashed around the corner and down the hall to my room. No sooner had we shut the door than we heard his keys in the lock, and the front door's unmistakeable creak as it opened.
Tossing clothes and purse and glasses on my desk, we wrapped the blanket around ourselves in the center of the room and laughed quietly to each other at our timely exit. But we weren't ready to end the night; she leaned up and kissed me hard, while sliding her last bit of clothing, her still-drenched panties, off of her hips. I broke the kiss to take her tits in my hands and push them together, wrapping my lips around one nipple and then the other. With my hands and lips occupied, Sasha unbuckled my belt and slid my pants and boxers down my legs, releasing my cock to flop against her leg before she slid it between her hands, helping it warm up even more than it already had. As she did, the blanket fell from our shoulders, leaving us naked from head to toe in the cold, dark room.
We kept playing there uncovered for a few minutes until Sasha pushed away from my attention to her breasts, climbed onto the bed, and got on her knees, beckoning me toward her. When I took my place in front of her, she took my now fully-primed shaft and slipped it all the way to the back of her throat, her soft, warm tongue massaging the vein along the base. She kept my cock there for a few moments, running her tongue from side to side and nearly gagging, before pulling me back out and sucking on my head, popping it briefly from her mouth before slowly pulling it back in. I nearly stumbled back as she continued sucking, looking down into her eyes as one of her hands cupped my balls while the other was between her own legs.
Though I don't often cum from getting head, the whole situation, fingering her on the couch, running naked to my room, making out and playing with each other in the darkness, was getting me close. I wasn't ready for that yet, so I put my hands on her shoulders, guided her mouth away from me, and laid her down on my sheets. I pushed her upward, placing her head on the pillows, and spread her legs out before me. She knew I wanted to go down on her--she always enjoyed it when I did--but she grabbed me by my forearms to pull me on top of her, and her mouth found mine hungrily. And as we made out once more, she reached down and pulled me inside of her, gasping as she did. We kissed deeply as I slipped within, thrust after thrust pushing her into the mattress and her hair into the pillows. She wanted it hard, and I obliged, fucking her deep as our kisses kept her cries from alerting my roommate down the hallway.
