This is a story folks. Just fiction, just for fun. Enjoy it for what it is.
The characters are over 18.
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My life for the last month has been endless awkwardness.
I'm a third year economics student, and I was sharing a basement apartment with two other guys. Paul and Reno and I were on the same floor in residence in first year, and when we moved off campus we found this place. It wasn't great, just your basic shabby student digs, but it was cheap, close to campus and included use of the laundry room and parking for 2 cars. The old couple who owned the house supplemented their retirement income by renting out their basement to us. Wins all the way around. As an Econ major I understood and appreciated this from several angles.
The three of us returned for third year, and everything was great during the Fall term. Two weeks into January the shit hit the fan. There was an unseasonable warm spell followed by a huge rain storm, which caused a local creek to overflow its banks. The water actually filled up our entire apartment. And if that wasn't bad enough the sewers backed up, filling the house with, well, shit. Old Mr & Mrs Green had a decent insurance policy, which paid off for them, but the place was condemned and uninhabitable, even for students. They sold the property to a developer who was eventually going to tear it down and build a new place, but that left Reno, Paul, and me out in the cold.
Reno moved in with his girlfriend. Paul lucked into a place with some guys who had a spare room. Me? I was basically couch surfing. I had a box of books and notes, a suitcase, and a backpack. I crashed for a week at a time in various friends' places. Reno and Paul to start with, then two other friends. This week I was staying on Brittany's couch. Britt was a friend of a friend who was living in a one-bedroom apartment a fair ways off campus.
After a week on Britt's couch she asked me if I wanted to stay permanently. I'd have to pay half the rent, but she was fine having me there. Due to having to literally rely on the kindness of strangers, I had been making damn sure not to be a bad house guest. I cooked, I cleaned, and I tried to be as invisible as possible the rest of the time. I figured if I was stuck living as an itinerant student, I'd better be the best roomie ever. That way, when I eventually ran out of places to stay, I could go back to the first one and start again.
Since I was now staying here permanently, I unpacked my stuff and found places for most of it. It was such a relief not to worry about where I was gonna live next week. A few days later I was reading a couple of chapters ahead for one of my classes, and I heard Britt talking in her room. The door was ajar, and even though the sound was muffled, I could still get a lot of what she was saying. And once I clued in, Econ 302 was forgotten completely.
She was having phone sex.
I knew I shouldn't listen, I knew it was wrong, an invasion of privacy, but I could not help myself. Besides, that small still-functioning part of my brain said, she left her door open, so she doesn't mind if you listen. I heard her describing what she was doing, how she was touching herself, how she was imagining his touch. And oh man, I got so hard, so fast. Britt isn't all that pretty, she's a short, dumpy, brown haired girl. Kind of like she gained the Freshman Fifteen and never got rid of it.
Britt had a pretty voice though. And the way she was talking on the phone, oh man, it was HOT. There was a momentary impulse to grab some headphones to drown her out, or slip out for a walk, but then she said "Ooooh baby, I'm gonna cum! Cum with me, cum now, Aaaaahhhhhhhh Mmmmmmmmmmmm Oooooo, ah ah ah!" Those inarticulate noises she made were just too much for me. I yanked my track pants and underwear down to free my cock and started wanking. Britt was cooing and murmuring now, floating down from her orgasmic high. I caught some of her words, like 'so wet' and 'dripping' and that was enough for me. With a frantic grab I snatched at the box of tissues on the end table and managed to catch my cum as I blew my load. And it was a big one, because I hadn't had any 'me time' for a month.
I quickly put my clothes in order and left, with a wad of damp tissues in my hand. Once I got to the lobby of the apartment building I dropped the soggy stuff into a garbage can and went for a walk around the block to cool off. It was February and I didn't even remember to wear a coat I was in such a hurry to leave. That was fine, actually. The -2 C temperature felt good, and by the time I got back to the front of the building I was just beginning to get cold.
I walked into the apartment and called out a hello to Britt, so she would think I just got in, maybe. It took me an hour or so to focus again on my reading. The idea that Brittany had been naked and masturbating whilst having phone sex in the next room was pretty distracting. I never said anything to her about it and she never mentioned it, so I figured we were good.
Three days later I was sitting at the kitchen table with my books and notes and laptop spread out, working on a project. Britt was sitting on the couch watching something on TV. Her phone rang, and she smiled as she answered it. I just heard her side of the conversation.
"Oh Ty, I am SO glad you called. I've been a hot mess since last time."
"Yeah."
"Uh huh. Definitely."
"Oh yeah, hang on, I'm gonna go to my room."
She got up, gave me a quick glance and hurried to her bedroom. I guessed it was her boyfriend, and she was going to have phone sex again. Oh man, my libido kicked into high gear at the thought of her playing with herself, with that sexy voice of hers talking about all of it. And once again she left the door partway open. What the fuck? Does she WANT me to hear this? Because I could. I could hear her describing how she was peeling off her clothes and playing with her tits.
This was too much, I was hard in an instant, and had to relieve the pressure, so I figured I would go to the bathroom and quickly jerk off. But I had to walk past her door to get there. Fuck it, if she really wanted privacy she would have closed the door. With a big lump in my pants I headed for the bathroom.
As I got to her door I could not help but peek in. And there she was, sitting on her bed in just a pair of black panties. Her big soft tits were fully on display as she reclined against the headboard, propped up on a couple of pillows. I'd never considered chubby girls to be sexy before, but now? Oh yeah. Sexy as hell. And her voice! Man, she could really drive that hot spike of horniness into you with that voice of hers.
But as I scanned her bed on the way past her door she caught my eye. Busted! Oh fuck, I was doomed! Then she smiled and said "I'm in bed, and you see me through the door as you pass by." Holy fuck! I froze, not believing what I was hearing.
"You push the door open and step into my bedroom."
She reached out a hand and gestured to me to come in. I shouldn't. I can't. But I do. Slowly, I push the door wider and step inside. Now her smile is huge, and her eyes scan me up and down, focusing on my crotch, with that bulge there.
"I'm putting you on speaker. I want to have both hands available for this." Britt tapped her phone and set it down on the nightstand. "Tell me what you're doing." she said.
The voice from the phone said "Oh yeah, both hands. Touch yourself Britt. Touch your tits. Squeeze them together, I love seeing your cleavage like that."
"Oh Ty, yes, I'm doing it for you. It feels so good, and my nipples are tingling. What are you going to do to me?"
"I'm gonna touch your nipples, play with them, then I'm gonna suck on them, and kiss your tits all over. They're so suckable!"
Britt motioned for me to approach and reached out a hand. I put my hand out and she took it. When she directed my hand onto her breast she groaned. "Yes Ty, that feels so good!" I put both hands on her tits now, they were so big and soft, but quite firm too, not as saggy as I would expect from such a big girl. And her nipples were nice and hard, standing out on small, dark, pebbled areolas. "Are you going to suck my nipples now?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'm kissing and nibbling on them, both of them, back and forth. Do you like that?"
Britt pulled me down and I started sucking on her nipple, flicking my tongue over it. "God yes!" she said, "Suck me, lick me, fuck that feels so good!"
"Your tits are gonna be covered in my spit, I'm gonna keep doing this until you are so wet you can't stand it!"
"Fuck Ty! That's so hot! Your mouth feels so good on me! Keep going, keep going."
I kept going, playing with her tits, and stimulating her nipples. Back and forth they talked with each other, describing what they were doing and how it felt. I probably had a wet spot right through my underwear and track pants by now. I was so horny, and this was so erotic!
"Are you wet Britt?"
