I had known Chrissy for a few months when it all started. We were living in the same college dormitory building, on the same floor, and we saw each other quite a bit. She would come into my room often, and we would and flirt. Unfortunately, my rather loud, boorish roommate was always around, so it never developed into anything more. I had a feeling she was teasing me with more interesting possibilities, though, and I waited patiently for a chance to test my theory.
Chrissy probably wasn't what would be considered "classically" beautiful, as she was a little on the heavy side (just ever so slightly). Still, she drove me absolutely mad––that beautiful face, that porcelain skin, that long red hair, those massive tits I wanted to suck on for hours, and those full crimson lips I wanted around my throbbing cock. Chrissy would come into our room nearly every night and sit down on the edge of my bed where I was reading. She would chatter on about her classes and her roommates, and all the while I would glance up from my textbooks and smile in agreement. I always wondered if she was sending me signals. Occasionally she would cross and uncross her legs seductively and try in vain to rearrange her bra--as though a little piece of lace and cloth could evenly hold those two huge, incredible breasts as they swayed back and forth. Frequently I had to shift my position on the bed to hide my huge, wet erection; I wondered if she could tell my mind was very much not on my Economics homework.
One Friday night last month I got my answer. My roommate was gone on a trip to visit his family out of state, and Chrissy came in at her usual time--11 o'clock sharp. I greeted her and asked her if she wanted anything to drink. She answered no, and moved over towards the window.
I have to say, Chrissy had never looked so hot. She was wearing tight blue jeans and a black t-shirt that was not going to contain the twin giants that were straining to be free. Her long red hair was tied back behind her head (better for a blow-job, I thought), and she was wearing an amazing, fire-truck red shade of lipstick. As I was watching her stare out the window into the darkness, the phone rang and I moved across the room away from her to answer it. Before I could pick up the phone, though, I felt two hands encircle my waist and reach down into my briefs.
"Leave it, Bob," she whispered into my ear. "I've got much more interesting things planned for us tonight. "
I couldn't believe it; her words were like a dream come true. I turned to face her, and our lips came together in a wet, twisted mash. Our tongues darted in and out of each other's mouths, and I felt her undoing my belt and the zipper to my jeans. We paused in our make-out session, and she looked up into my eyes with a devilish grin on her face that I thought was going to make me cum right then and there.
"I've been wanting to do this for months," she said breathlessly. "Are you ready?"
I had never been so ready for anything in my life, but I was going to push my luck just ever so slightly.
"Yes, yes, of couse I am. But first... "
She was momentarily puzzled.
"Yes?"
"Take off your shirt and bra. I want to suck on those big tits of yours. "
Chrissy's expression of concern melted into a smile, and she pulled her black t-shirt over her head, removing an amazingly sexy black bra. After undoing the back, Chrissy ever-so-slowly pulled the bra over her shoulders and off of her breasts, revealing two large, pink nipples that were begging to be kissed. I bent down my head and took turns licking her nipples, giving each one the love and attention it deserved. As Chrissy began groaning in ecstasy, I knew I was hitting the right spots. I didn't know how long she was going to last.
"Oooooh... oooooh.... ooooh Bob.... don't... don't stop.... don't... stop.... please.... pleeeaaase.... ple-eeaaase don't stop!"
I felt Chrissy shudder, and her panting became more audible. She fell onto her knees, groaning in pleasure, and then looked up at me with a smile. I smiled back, and noticed with approval that her head was now at the level of my cock.
"Hmmmm, looks like now I can finish what I started, eh?" Chrissy asked with a giggle as she pulled my jeans down and squeezed my dick through my briefs. I was embarrassed that a wet spot of pre-cum had developed on my underwear, but Chrissy didn't notice or didn't care as she pulled them down and freed my penis. Now it was my turn to groan in pleasure.
"Are you ready?"
