Note: The people and events in this story are fictitious, and any resemblance to real life people and happenings are purely coincidental.
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It's been just over 3 months since my flatmate, Natalie, walked in on me and my girlfriend Alex having sex. After the initial embarrassment from both parties, the shock subsided and we ended up having a threesome.
That was a night I'll never forget!
The three of us haven't so much as mentioned the events of that evening, let alone talked about another one.
Natalie's new job in the next town over meant she had to get up at 7 and get out of the house at half past to make it in on time, and was normally home at around 6:30 in the evening, exhausted, eating a small ready meal, then in bed before 8.
As a result, we barely had time to talk these days, the only time available between her eating something and her going to bed.
I still saw Alex every day. We were working in adjacent shops, so getting lunch together was always on the agenda, and we alternated Friday evening dates between a venue of her choice, and one of mine, sleeping over at the "host"'s for the night.
Sex was always involved, and ever since that threesome with Natalie, Alex has always insisted on giving me a tit fuck as a finisher. Apparently, she loves the feeling of my cock rubbing against her tit flesh, and has even started pinching and pulling her nipples as she squashed her tits against me.
I like to finger her at the same time, making her cum at the same time as me.
I barely even stopped to look at things and see that while my life was stable and I was happy with where I was at the minute, Natalie was in the complete opposite position. She was stressed, tired and barely had any time to socialise, so never got out to see her friends.
During the weekends, she mostly stayed in and watched TV or a DVD. This weekend she was watching Blackadder from start to finish, managing to cram the first three seasons and the Comic Relief Special into Saturday afternoon, leaving seasons 3 and 4, the Christmas Special and Blackadder: Back and Forth for Sunday.
I went out just before lunch on Sunday to go to the pub and watch the Rugby match between England and Wales. Kickoff was at 12:30. At this point, Natalie was about halfway through Blackadder the Third.
I told her where I was going, I was gone for a good 2-and-a-half to 3 hours before I got back to the flat, a bit tipsy from the cider I'd had (you know, the level of drunkenness where you feel a bit dizzy but still maintain full control of your body).
I got to the couch and fell backwards onto it, sighing as I felt its cushions envelop me and I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up about an hour later to Natalie gently shaking me, her hand on my shoulder. "Mike," I heard her say.
As I became more aware of what was going on, I noticed the room was darker than it was before, the curtains had been drawn, and the tall corner lamps had been switched on.
As my gaze naturally panned to Natalie, her hand now rested on my shoulder, not rocking me any more, I noticed she was kneeling on the settee beside me, her hair slightly wavy, all hanging over her right cheek.
I glanced in my peripheral vision that she was wearing a rather thin and see-through pink dressing gown, and was pretty sure she wasn't wearing anything beneath it! I kept my eyes locked onto her face as best I could.
"Uhm, Natalie?" I said, still half asleep, "What are you doing?"
"I'm waking you up, silly," Natalie giggled, "You've been fast asleep for an hour now, I thought you might like something to eat,"
I shifted my position on the sofa so I was sat more upright. I rubbed my eye with the heel of my hand, which was nice for my eye, but also meant that I wasn't at risk of my gaze falling to Natalie's chest.
"That's very kind of you, Natalie, thank you," I moaned as I tried to stifle a yawn at the same time, "Could you get me a kiwi fruit or something please?"
Natalie laughed and sat back on her calves, throwing her hair back over her shoulder. I moved my hand from my eye back around my neck torub and scratch it so I could avoid looking at her tits through the material.
"Well, that's not quite what I had in mind, mister," Natalie chuckled, "You know how stressed I've been getting lately?"
I couldn't think of any other recourse but to answer, "Uhhhhh, yeah, what about it?" I asked.
"Well, I was thinking you could eat..." Natalie dropped backwards, bringing her legs to the front and spread them, pushing the dressing gown out the way and revealing her bare pussy lips to me. She reached down with her hand and parted them, her other hand resting on her knee. "...me!"
I was stunned. My hand and arm fell involuntarily as I stared at her opening, clean shaven, pink, and inviting, beckoning me in. I went for it, and drove my face between her legs, my eyes closing in anticipation.
As my lips and tongue pressed against her vagina, my eyes snapped open as I tasted her. It was dry and tasted of an aerosol spray!
As everything came into focus, I found myself with my head pressed into the corner of the couch (where the seat, back and arm meet). I pulled back and sat upright.
The curtains were open and an hour and a half had elapsed since I'd gotten in. I got up off the couch and straightened my jumper.
I went to the fruit bowl and took up a kiwi fruit and bit into it. The juices permeated my mouth and combined with the slight bitterness of the skin and the soft, sweet flesh. I loved kiwi fruits!
Just as I took my second bite, I heard a door open, and Natalie came round into the kitchen, fully clothed, not a see-through dressing gown in sight. She was wearing shorts and a baggy Led Zeppelin t-shirt, her hair tied back in a ponytail. These were her weekend clothes.
"Hey," I greeted her, shoving the kiwi fruit into the corner of my mouth so that I could talk.
"Hey," she replied, as she grabbed a mug and flicked the kettle on.
I swallowed the hunk of kiwi fruit, "How's your Blackadder Marathon coming along?" I took another bite, the top and bottom segments of the kiwi fell apart as my teeth sheared through the last of the midriff.
"Not too bad," she replied, popping a tea bag into the mug and heading to the fridge for milk, "Almost finished with series 4 now. Just watched the one at the hospital,"
I laughed, "Haha! Yeah, that's a good one!" I popped the bottom segment of the kiwi fruit into my mouth as the kettle clicked off. "'Security' isn't a dirty word!" I quoted.
"'Crevice' is a dirty word, though!"
"Baaa!"
"Baaa!" Natalie replied in her best General Melchett voice, and we shared a laugh at the reference. She poured the milk and water into the mug, strained the tea bag and dropped it into the bin.
"See you later, Darling," Natalie grinned, making another reference, and holding back a laugh as she strode past me with her tea in hand.
I scraped the last fleshy vestiges of my kiwi fruit out of the remaining skin and tossed it in the bin with the tea bag.