Elenas Roommate

The people in Barcelona are wild. They make the city what it is. I lived there for six months and got to know quite a few of them. I even dated and slept with some of them.

One of those was Elena. We met in a bar towards the beginning of my stay. It was packed and I was there with some international friends. I had the best Spanish of the group, so I was ordering drinks. Elena was sitting nearby and overheard my accent as I shouted my drinks orders to the barman.

'Where are you from? I can't place your accent,' she asked in a melodious voice. Her English was impeccable. I later learnt she was in international marketing and had also lived abroad.

'I'll take that as a compliment. I grew up in the UK. My mother's Spanish, so I learnt a bit from her, but we mostly spoke English at home. I learnt a bit more on various trips here.'

'You like my country, then.'

'It's alright.'

She smiled. 'Here on vacation? Bachelor party?'

'Neither. I live here. Well, for the next few months at least. I'm a music producer. Based in London normally but I've been brought over to work on an album.'

'So, there's a chance we bump into each other again.'

'There's a chance. Maybe more than that. You live here, then?'

'Born and raised.'

'So, what's your favourite...'

'Place to visit in Barcelona? I'm not gonna show you around. I'm not a free tour guide.'

'I know my way around. I was going to say, what's your favourite thing to drink? Let me add it to our order.'

'That's kind, but I'm with some friends. I should probably get back to them.'

I was a little disappointed. I thought we had a vibe going. A wave of boldness overtook me.

'¿Me das tu número, entonces? Y tomamos algo otro día.'

'There's that accent again. Your Spanish is actually alright. It makes you a little bit charming,' she said, as she entered her number into my phone.

Over the next month, we met up a few times for drinks, flirting and more. We were not yet exclusive, so we could still see other people if we wanted to. I was pretty sure she was doing that, as I noticed her surreptitiously checking dating apps on a couple occasions.

The first time we had sex was at my place. It was mostly awkward fumblings. The second time was at her place and it was mind-blowing. By then, we had gotten to know each other's bodies a little better. Elena was very loud and was practically screaming when she came.

We had arranged to hang out at her place the following weekend. I was already on my way when I got a text from her saying she had missed her train. She would be there in an hour or so. She said it was okay because her roommate Daniela was in.

Elena barely knew Daniela. They had matched with each other on a find-a-roommate app. Daniela was an aspiring actor and part-time waiter. Originally from near Madrid, she was here in Barcelona for a month filming something, mostly in the evenings. This meant the two women had completely different schedules and they barely saw each other. I do not think they liked each other much anyway. Daniela was quite untidy and never did her dishes, which annoyed Elena. Elena had to ask Daniela to clear up her mess and wrote passive aggressive notes to her, which annoyed Daniela.

When I knocked, there was a delay before anyone answered. Eventually, Daniela opened the door, not quite fully, and half hid behind it. Her hair was dishevelled and she was dressed in a large, baggy t-shirt with no pants or skirt. I could not tell if she was wearing underwear. She had a boyfriend but he was back home. It must have been one of his t-shirts.

'Oh, hi,' she said, pulling her t-shirt down to cover her crotch area. 'I wasn't expecting you. Elena's not in. Not sure where she is.' Daniela's breathing was a little heavy. I assumed that she had run to get the door.

'It's okay. She just texted me to say she missed a train and would be back in an hour. She said I could hang here to wait for her. Is that alright? She thought you would be in.'

'Sure. Come in.' Daniela had piercing eyes, long wavy hair, a cheeky smile and an incredible body. I could not help but admire her firm bum as she disappeared back into her room. The bottoms of her perfectly cupped cheeks were peeking out from under her t-shirt.

I sat on the couch and started flicking through the channels. After a short while, I went into the kitchen to get something to eat. Soon, Daniela re-appeared, in the t-shirt and some tiny cotton shorts. Again, she seemed slightly out of breath. She poured herself an enormous glass of water and started gulping it down.

I knew she was into yoga. 'Have you just been doing your hot yoga or something?' I asked.

'Something like that,' she said, flashing me a cheeky smile.

'I should get into yoga. You'll have to teach me some day.'

She ignored my comment and finished her water. 'So, you guys had a good time last weekend, then?'

'We didn't go out in the end, actually. We just chilled here.'

She looked at me for a bit without saying anything. 'I know you just chilled here. I also know that you had a good time. Well, I know for certain that Elena had a good time.'

'I see what you're saying now,' I said, feeling embarrassed. She must have been annoyed. 'Sorry if we woke you up or anything.'

'You didn't wake me up. I was awake. I was very much awake.' Another smirk.

I was feeling uncomfortable. I tried to change the topic. 'How's Juan?'

'He's good. We're trying to call each other a lot, but, you know, it's not quite the same.' She paused. 'I'm not getting all of my needs met, let's say.'

'It's hard doing distance.'

'It depends.'

'On?'

'On if you can find other ways to get your needs met.'

'I see. Like via other people, you mean?'

'Maybe.'

'You cheat on him?'

'Oh, please. We're not exclusive while I'm here in Barcelona. We let each other see other people. Juan knows I have way too high a sex drive to last the whole month without him. You guys aren't exclusive either, right?'

'No, not yet. We're still finding our feet.'

'Interesting.'

'Is it?'

'It is, to me.' As she said this, she was putting some music on. It was one of those explicitly sex-related RnB songs. 'I love this song. Wanna dance?'

She did not give me much of an option to say no. She put her arms around my neck and started swaying from side to side, mouthing the words to the song and looking me up and down. We got gradually closer and closer, until our faces were a few inches from each other. She lunged towards my ear and whispered into it.

'So, I have to know, what did you do to Elena that made her so happy?'

'That's between me and Elena,' I whispered back. Daniela smelt wonderful.

'I want you to show me.' As she said this, she gave my earlobe a lick. 'Was it something like that?'

'Maybe.'

She turned around and started grinding her bum on my crotch area. I grabbed her hips and pulled her closer towards me. She must have felt that I was getting hard. She bent over and continued writhing.

Still with her back to me, she turned her head and looked directly into my eyes. Her eyebrows were raised slightly, as though she were an innocent victim, and she fluttered her eyelashes. Gradually, she pressed a finger to her lips and began sucking on it. This made me rock hard and I could feel my penis starting to throb. She smiled and laughed, completely in control and knowing exactly what effect she was having on me. She placed her arms around my neck and brought her face close to mine again. Again, she spoke softly in my ear.

'You're being a very good boy. Are you sure you're not going to do something?'

'What do you mean, "do something"? You're crazy. Elena will be back soon.'

Daniela looked at her phone. Elena was not due back for another half an hour.

'There's still time for a lot of bad things to happen,' said Daniela.

The song had changed to an even slower, more bassy, more sensual one. Before I knew it, we had started making out. I held her close to me. Her lips were delicious. She knew not to rush with her kisses, ensuring there was a gradual buildup.

She reached down and lightly rubbed my bulge through my jeans. 'I think you want more,' she said.

My hands moved down her back slowly to her bum and I gave it a squeeze. Her breathing became heavier. It reminded me of earlier when I had arrived. Had she been on a video call with Juan? Or masturbating in her room? She gave me the answer.

'My imagination ran wild last weekend when I heard you and Elena, you know.'

'I can imagine,' I said, in between kisses.

'I found it very arousing. All week it's been on my mind. It keeps turning me on. Before you arrived, I was touching myself, thinking about it.'

'Really?'

'Yes. You want proof?'

Before I could answer, she took my hand and placed it inside her shorts. Her labia were very warm, like they had just been in the sun. As my hand went further south, my fingers found her slit. It was soaking. The inside of her shorts were drenched. She moaned and resumed kissing me, now with tongue.

'I had to know what it would feel like to kiss you and be close to you,' she said.

'Just that?'

'No. I want you to make me come like you made Elena come last weekend.'

This sent me over the edge. I had to have her. I dropped to my knees and pulled her shorts down. She gasped. I placed one of her legs on the kitchen counter and buried my face in her crotch. She smelt and tasted amazing. My favourite thing is to lick my partner's clit while inserting two fingers inside and massaging their g-spot with a 'come here' motion. This was what I had done to Elena only a week ago. Now, I was doing the exact same thing to Daniela. It felt wrong, but it was also exactly what she and I both wanted.

Her breathing became heavier. 'Oh my god,' she said, as her eyes expanded and her eyebrows shot up. 'This was it, wasn't it? This is what you did.'

'Might have been,' I said, as I withdrew and took off my shirt, pants and socks. It had become unbearably hot in that kitchen. I resumed what I was doing and got back into the zone.

'Fuck, that's good. Don't you dare stop again,' she said, removing her baggy t-shirt to reveal the rest of her glorious body. Her boobs were plump and her nipples were hard.

I did not stop. I had learnt that, once I found the right spots and got into a rhythm, if I kept going, good things would happen. One of the worst things you could do was switch things up too much.

Good things did happen. Daniela began writhing and panting. She placed her hand on the top of my head, digging her nails into my scalp. I do not think she realised how hard she was pressing. It was not so much that she was trying to shove my head into her. It was already perfectly placed. it was more that she was saying 'yes' to what I was doing. She could not communicate with words at this point.

I looked up. Daniela's eyes were closed, her mouth was wide open, her head was tilted back and she was leaning against the counter. I realised her hand on my head was partly for support. She might have fallen over otherwise. Her legs were shaking. She was grasping at one of her boobs, squeezing her nipple much harder than I had been doing earlier. I could see she needed to use her hand to steady herself. I reached up with my spare hand and took over the squeezing of her breast. Now, she could completely give herself over to the pleasure I was giving her. She became completely passive. She only had to focus on enjoying what was happening, rather than having to contribute to that enjoyment.

Her moans became louder and more frequent. Her hand pressed even harder on my head. Her legs trembled even harder. Suddenly, she went silent. Her whole body convulsed and I could feel her pelvic muscles contract around my hand. Her head was bobbing forwards and backwards as though in a trance. It felt like this lasted for several minutes.

Finally, she let out one long sigh and her limbs went limp. She opened her eyes, reached down and grabbed my chin with both hands. She drew me up towards her and gave me a long, sensual kiss. She was thanking me. The kiss turned into a hug. I did not have Daniela down as the type of woman to be into hugs. I loved the feeling of her sweat-damp flesh pressed against mine.

I was conflicted. I appreciated the warm, tenderness of our embrace. But I was still buzzing and ready to go. I let her connect with me through the hug for a few minutes, then started kissing her neck. I wanted to get her horny again. I was ready to fuck her.

She started kissing my neck back. I got the sense she wanted to return the favour. I was right. She kissed down my torso to my stomach, and knelt down in front of me. She had a huge grin on her face. She pulled my boxers off, which were covered in pre-cum. We were now both fully naked.

She took my penis in her mouth and gave me a very erotic blowjob. On its own, oral almost never makes me come. I have to be thinking about something else, usually that my penis is in contact with a wet pussy rather than a wet mouth. I imagined I was inside her. It helped, but it would not quite get me off. She must have realised this was not what I really wanted, as she looked up at me a little disappointed and confused.

'Get up and turn around,' I said.

Daniela did as she was told. She must have thought this was a punishment for a bad blowjob. It was not bad, it was just not what did it for me. She was very compliant now, probably now that I had given her what she wanted.

'Bend over.'

She did so, placing her elbows on the counter and resting her face on her hands. I gave her a few spanks on her protruding behind. She yelped in a mixture of fright and glee. Each one was slightly harder than the last, producing progressively redder patches on her tight, smooth skin.

I grabbed a condom from my wallet and put it on. She turned around to wonder where I had gone, and smiled when she saw what I was doing. I felt the relief of the breeze from the open window cool my burning skin for half a moment, before I went back to work.

'Stay still,' I said.

'Yes, sir,' she said, getting back into position.

I loved that she called me sir. This made me fumble a little with the condom, as I wanted to put it on even faster than normal. Being rock hard always made it easier.

I grabbed her cheeks and stretched her out for a few seconds, surveying the folds of her pussy. She moaned in anticipation. I slipped it in. It glided inside quickly and easily. She let out a huge, low moan. It was almost a grunt. There was something very primal about her in that moment.

I started off slow and got gradually faster. She was so wet that there was very little friction, meaning I was not in any danger of climaxing in this position. I learnt forwards so that I could reach around and massage her boobs while I fucked her. I pulled on her hair. She liked that. She twisted her neck back towards me and kissed me. I was going a little slower in this position as I did not quite have the angle to really give it to her.

She turned around fully so that she could kiss me better. Now facing each other, I reached down and grabbed her bum as we kissed. It felt so good that I gripped it with all my might. She noticed she could sit all of her weight on my hands and she jumped up, wrapping her legs around me. As we continued to make out, I walked her over to the living room. It made me feel good that I was able to lift her and carry all of her in my arms. I think she liked it too.

I placed her down on the couch and re-entered her, slowly and gently. Again, she closed her eyes. We stopped kissing, momentarily. I do not think she could not concentrate, now that I was inside her again. Something about this angle gave me enough friction that I knew I could climax, if I managed to get the top of my penis to rub up against the roof of her vagina. I locked onto that position, which she also seemed to like, and went for it.

After a series of hard, jolting pumps, I exploded inside her. She was a little surprised, perhaps thinking I would come on her stomach or in her mouth. I love the feeling of coming inside someone. It is so much more intimate. I like being able to press my body against theirs and embrace them while I climax. It makes it more intense. It lasted a while, as the buildup until then had been so drawn out. She had her arms around me, and was kissing my neck, asking if I had a good time. She knew the answer. I collapsed on top of her and we hugged on the couch for a few minutes, catching our breath.

I got up and went to put the condom in the trash in the kitchen, making sure to hide it under enough plastic packaging that Elena would not see it. Our clothes were strewn across the kitchen floor and counters. I picked them all up, put mine back on, and carried Daniela's back to her in the living room.

No more than a few seconds after I entered the living room, I heard footsteps in the hall and the jangling of keys. I threw Daniela's clothes at her and shout-whispered for her to hide. She ran into her room. The keys were turning in the lock. I tidied the cushions on the couch, lay on it in the most chilled-out pose I could, found the remote and switched on the TV, as Elena entered the apartment and shouted 'hello'.

'Oh, hi. I didn't hear you come in,' I said, as nonchalantly as possible.

She leant down and kissed me, then frowned. 'What do you mean you didn't hear me come in? I shouted hello.'

'I don't know. My head was in the clouds.'

'What are you watching?' We both looked at the TV, trying to figure out what it was.

'Just some crap. Not really concentrating to be honest.'

'It smells funny in here,' she said, as she went and opened the living room window. 'It's like sweat or something.'

'Sorry, I've just been working out, while waiting for you.'

'Is Daniela not in?'

'Yeah, I think she's in her room.'

'Hola, Dani?' she shouted.

'Hola, Elena,' Daniela shouted back.

Elena joined me on the couch. We cuddled, but I felt awkward about it and did not embrace her as closely as I normally would. She spoke in low tones to me so that Daniela would not hear her.

'That's weird. She's being very anti-social. I'm sorry for my roommate.'

'It's cool. I don't mind.'

'I just wish she would be a bit nicer to you. She can be a bit cold, sometimes.'

'I know what you mean. I think she was on the phone to her boyfriend earlier when I rang the doorbell.'

'Did she not let you in?'

'She did, but then just carried on with her call.'

'It was probably one of those calls,' said Elena, grinning, and emphasising the word 'those'.

I played the naive role. 'What do you mean, "those"?'

'Let's just say I sometimes hear some very strange sounds coming from her room.' Elena giggled, as though she were the naughty one. If only she knew.

Daniela came out of her room, now dressed in sports clothes and clutching a towel.

'Hi guys. Sorry, I was doing some yoga. Gonna take a quick shower.'

As soon as Daniela entered the bathroom and closed the door, Elena continued her quiet muttering.

'Yoga, sure. She looks like someone who's just had sex.'

'Maybe. You don't know that for sure though.'

'I'm very sure. We women can recognise it in an instant. See what I mean about her being rude though? She didn't even ask me how my trip was.'

I realised that I had not asked her either. 'How was your trip?'

'I could tell you. Or... we could have some fun while Daniela's in the shower?'

Elena started rubbing my penis through my jeans. We made out. I did not want things to progress any further, however, as she would see that my penis was covered in a not-so-mysterious sticky liquid. I had not had the chance to clean myself up yet. I needed a reason not to take things further.

'I don't know. Daniela will be out soon,' I said, moving Elena's hand away.