Its Going To Be One Of Those Days

The sound of the shower woke me.

I looked over at the clock on my dresser and groaned.

"How does she do it?" I wondered.

My roommate Jess and I were both out til the bars closed. I just wanted to sleep yet she was up at the crack of dawn taking a shower, getting ready to face the day.

I wasn't sure what shape she was in when we got home but I wasn't even sure HOW we had gotten home. I was just happy to find the other side of my bed empty and my underwear on right side out.

I pulled the blankets back over my head to grab a some more z's before my first class of the day. Luckily, I only had a civics class that day and it wasn't until 11:00.

I must have nodded off because the next thing to interrupt my slumber was the smell of bacon and coffee.

I love my roommate! She does all the cooking, half the cleaning and didn't fight me over who got the larger bedroom in our apartment. But, her morning perkiness and ability to shake off a rough night of drinking and dancing with just an hour or two of sleep really frustrated me sometimes.

Well, if she's making breakfast, the least I could do is drag my sorry ass out of bed and join her.

Maybe some coffee would make me feel halfway human again.

I threw the blankets off and padded my way down the hall to the kitchen.

Rounding the corner, I was greeted with a back view of a man wearing nothing but a pair of board shorts.

*Strong, muscular shoulders and an upper torso that tapered down to a narrow waist and from what I could tell in his baggy shorts, a nice butt.

Long, athletic "runner's" legs lead down to bare feet.

Unruly, sandy blond hair topped his head.

"Uh-Oh" I thought. I've been drunk enough to wake up next to someone I never would have under sober conditions but I've never brought one home with me.

Jess was no prude. She didn't have "A" boyfriend. She had a handful of guy friends she dated in what seemed like a rotating basis and I know she was sleeping with most if not all of them but she definitely wasn't the type to hook-up with a stranger, much less bring him back to the apartment.

She often teased me that one day I was going to wake up dead from some serial killer I met in a bar.

I looked down at what I was wearing. Anklet socks, white panties cut high on the thigh and white tank top. Sans bra.

"Um...Hi?" I rasped. I really needed some coffee.

He turned and if the backside looked appetizing, the front look absolutely fan-fucking-tastic!

The greenest eyes I've ever seen. A cute little nose. A smile to make any woman weak in the knees. Dimples. Well defined chin and jawline.

If his shoulders were any wider, he'd have to turn sideways to go through a doorway.

Pecs and abs that have never missed a day of exercise.

He had those little channels that run at an angle from his hips to "somewhere" below the waistband of his shorts. My imagination was running rampant as I tried to recall if I had seen that particular "somewhere" last night before passing out.

* (It took longer to tell that than it did to think it. Probably 5 seconds or so)

"Hi! I'm afraid we haven't been properly introduced. I'm Jeremy."

"Great. I'm Brenda. Uh..Jeremy, what are you doing?"

"Making breakfast. Jessie said if I woke up early I could cook breakfast. The coffee is ready, the bacon's almost done and I figured I could make eggs to order, depending on how you like them."

"Jess told you? Um..." I found myself saying um a lot that morning "Did you and Jess..." I made the one finger going into a hole motion.

"Oh God No!" He exclaimed with a look of shock. "I just thought I'd make breakfast for y'all to thank you for your hospitality and putting me up."

I poured myself a cup of coffee, added some sugar and a splash of half & half from the fridge and tried to figure things out.

He hadn't slept with Jess and seemed surprised I'd asked.

We obviously hadn't had sex last night. A girl can tell if she's done the deed recently.

He certainly was polite and a gentleman since he hadn't tried to have sex with a woman when she was passed out drunk and he made a great cup of coffee.

But, still.

"Look Jeremy." I said as I attempted to put on my stern look "I know you came here expecting something and I appreciate your chivalry and all but I already have a roommate and I'm not looking for another.

You probably came here with the promise of at least an offer of getting your rocks off.

I'm really not in the mood for sex right now but I'm not a tease. How about a quick hummer and then off you go. You can even take a to-go cup of coffee with you if you want, but you can't stay here."

"What?" He stammered "I thought..."

"Don't think Jeremy." I instructed as I approached him. "No one is interested in your thoughts. You're not here to think."

I put my palm on his stomach just above the waistband of his shorts.

"This is the offer. Take it or leave it." I said as I slid my hand down the inside, searching for that afore mentioned "somewhere".

As my hand travelled south, I discovered he was completely shaved in the pubic area.

I found his cock and wrapped my hand around it. I could feel it begin to grow under my ministrations.

He reached over and turned off the heat under the bacon and leaned back against the counter.

The beast in his shorts continued to grow. I could barely circle it with my hand and touch my middle finger to my thumb.

"Hell!" I thought. "I haven't even tugged on it yet and it's turned into a python. Maybe I should have offered more than a knobber."

I used my other hand to pull his shorts down and over object I knew I had to see to believe.

It sprung clear of the waistband and I almost choked in surprise. If I'd had a mouthful of coffee, I'd of done a spit take.

I added my 2nd hand to the one I already had wrapped around it and there was still more. I could have used another hand and a half to enclose the entire thing, not counting the head.

I've had them thick and I've had them long but this was the best of both. I was glad I hadn't offered him my backside.

"My! You are a big boy aren't you? This might be a bit of a challenge but I'm willing to give it a try."

I continued to stroke his cock as I dropped to my knees.

I pressed it against his stomach (it reached his belly button and then some) and ran my tongue up the length of it.

I did that a few times until I noticed a drop of translucent fluid building on the tip.

I popped the head into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it as much as space allowed.

I pulled my head back, releasing him from my mouth

"Hang on a second" I said as I pulled my thin shirt up over my head.

I folded it over a few times and put it under my knees.

I've been told I have nice if somewhat smaller breasts and the time for modesty was passed. Plus a tile floor is rough on the knees.

I resumed my attention to his now frightenly large manhood, running my tongue up it's length and taking the head into my mouth for a few seconds each time.

Meanwhile, I held him with one hand and stroked him with the other.

Normally, if a guy is overly long, I can just adjust my position and change the angle. I've learned I can take a lot of length but in this case he had girth to go with it and if we weren't going to have sex, I really just wanted to finish this and get him gone.

I can handle most guys with my mouth alone but when I do run into someone above average in the endowment department, I use a hand around the base to act as a stop. It keeps him from trying to jam it down my throat and most guys don't really seem to notice as long as I pay attention to the other end.

In his case, even using both hands, there was still enough of him to test the limits of my oral skills.

I increased the tempo of my head bobbing up and down and kept up the tongue action.

With his size, I didn't need a lot of suction to keep my lips tight around him or the inside of my cheeks rubbing on his shaft.

He really was a good guy. He undoubtedly knew women had trouble with his size so other than a few involuntary movements, he didn't try to thrust his cock down my throat. He kept his hand on the back of my head but wasn't trying to force my head down on him.

I could feel him reaching the critical moment. He started to twitch in my mouth and his knees weren't quite as stable as they had been.

When he cut loose, even that matched his size. I know that penis size has nothing to do with ejaculate volume so maybe it had been awhile since he'd gotten his rocks off, but I knew right away I couldn't swallow it fast enough AND keep his cock in my mouth at the same time.

After the first couple of salvos, I pressed my thumb into the base of his cock and slowed the flow.

I pulled back until he popped out of my mouth and released my thumb.

The following blast hit me in the cheek so hard it splattered. It was hot, sticky and I knew there was plenty more to come.

I aimed his cannon at my chest and jerked him vigorously until the worst of it was over.

I took the head back into my mouth. His cock continued to twitch as I sucked the remaining goo from it.

Fearing he might be ready and willing to go another round if I continued sucking on him, I pushed myself up, grabbing my shirt as I lifted off my knees.

I used the shirt to wipe up the mess on my shirt and bunched it up in my hand to drop off in the hamper.

I grabbed my cup of coffee, turned and walked towards the hall to the bathroom for a shower.

As I neared the kitchen door, I turned and told him. "Be a dear and use some paper towels to clean up anything that got on the floor. I'm going to go take a shower. It was a pleasure to meet you but please be gone when I get out."

I finished my coffee, brushed my teeth and stepped into the shower.

The hot water was doing it's thing and I was beginning to feel some of last night's toxins leave my body when I heard the bathroom door open.

"Oh shit!" I thought. "He's going to try to join me in here. I don't have time for this. I've got to get to class."

I turned and saw it wasn't him. It was Jess, my roommate. "What the fuck Brenda?"

"What" I replied. I learned a long time ago to plead ignorance when accused of something until you know what you're being accused of. No need to confess to something you don't need to.

"Did you just tell my brother he can't stay here?"

"Your...brother?"

"Yes! My brother Jeremy! I told you he was visiting different colleges to see where he wanted to go this fall. I asked you if it was ok if he stayed here while he checked out the campus and you said it would be no problem. Now you're saying he can't stay? Where's he supposed to go? He doesn't have money for a hotel!"

"Oh! No! I'm sorry! I completely forgot about your brother coming. It was a misunderstanding on my part. Tell him I'm sorry and he's welcome to stay as long as he wants!

She slammed the door on her way out and I leaned against the shower wall and let the hot water flow over me.

"Holy shit!" I thought. "I just showed my boobs and gave a blowjob to the little brother of my roommate and best friend AND said he was welcome to stay as long as he wanted. This is going to be awkward. That cock of his though..."