I heard Shay before I ever saw her. Or, perhaps a better way to state that is, I heard her scream and have the most intense orgasms long before I was formally introduced to her.
I suppose we all have our roommate stories from the deep dark past. I had several roomies over the years -- during college and beyond -- but this story is about my last college roommate, Ryan. Actually, this story is not about him; it's about Shay. But, it's not a story I can relate without bringing him into the fold.
Ryan and I met during sophomore year at Wisconsin and we became roommates during our senior year. We lived off campus in a two bedroom apartment in a three family house in an ideal location near campus, We liked it so much, in fact, that we decided to stay in Madison after graduating and retain our apartment. Ryan was doing a post graduate year and I had found a job at a local engineering firm.
I suppose in some ways we were postponing the inevitable -- leaving the cradle of our college years and a university town and moving into the real world. But we got along great and neither of us was in any rush to leave Madison and move on. We would, eventually. Just not yet.
We had met, in fact, running cross country. We were both members of the team and had found kindred spirits in one another. We were both tall, lean and muscular, though I had a slightly stockier build than Ryan. He was blond and I had brown hair, but we were like brothers in many ways.
Neither of us had ever had any trouble with ladies, but I had stayed attached to my college girlfriend, Lisa, even after she moved back to Chicago following graduation. We maintained a long distance relationship, but the two and a half hour drive didn't make it seem like we were that far apart.
While I maintained a steady relationship, Ryan was all over the place. During the time we lived together, up until the time of this story, he had had numerous girlfriends. Some lasted a few months; others a few weeks. He was funny, suave and out-going enough to attract plenty of female talent. He'd dated some cuties over the years; that was for sure.
Then he met Shay.
As I stated at the outset, I didn't meet Shay right away. It was the summer after graduation and we were both seguing into post graduate life. Ryan had spoken about a new girl he had met at a coffee shop, but I had started losing track of his female companions at that point. I knew he was quite enamored of her, but I still hadn't met her face to face.
Then, late one night when I was already asleep, I was awoken by a steady pounding. I wasn't sure what it was at first, but I quickly realized that I was hearing the pumping rhythm of a deep hard fuck. I squinted at my digital clock and saw that it was one something in the morning.
Now, it wasn't the first time I had heard Ryan. Our two bedrooms shared a wall as well as the single bathroom across the interior hall. More than once I had heard Ryan and his paramours going at it at all hours of the night -- and day. Ryan was quite proud of his love-making skills and Lisa and I had laughed about it in the past. I will say it had always made Lisa a little reticent to let loose; knowing that Ryan might be able to hear us as well. I didn't care, but she did.
But this night was different. For one thing the steady pounding tempo went on for a very long time. In fact, it seemed to increase in volume and intensity as the minutes wore on. For another, the female companion in Ryan's bed, whom I assumed to be Shay, was more vocal than any lovers he had entertained in the past. It wasn't that she was saying anything in particular, though I occasionally discerned a few words that were intelligible. It was more that her vocal remonstrations in the heat of the moment were loud, long and very intense. And as the deep pounding intensified, so did the volume and clarity of her vocal appreciation.
Now, I can't say I had found the noise that emanated from Ryan's room all that arousing in the past. It seemed like he and his partners would do their thing and that was it. But this was different. I found myself listening, trying to figure out what they were doing. What did this young lady look like? What position were they in? Who was she?
For the first time that I can remember in this situation, I became aroused. Perhaps it was because I hadn't gotten any in a while or I was just in a horny mood. But the steady pumping tempo and animal like cries and growls coming from the adjacent room were, well, making me hard. The intensity was palpable through the old walls of our apartment and before long, I came in a steady stream of pulsing jets all over the place. That relaxed me enough to fade into a deep slumber, even though the party next door raged on for some time.
Ryan had told me Shay was a rising senior at a college near Milwaukee and working in a coffee shop as a barista that summer in Madison. She worked odd shifts so her comings and goings were not predictable. I kept thinking I would run into her in the apartment, or coming out of the bathroom late some night. But we didn't actually meet until about a week later.
It was a Friday night and I was at our favorite bar just getting ready to leave when Ryan walked in with this stunning young woman on his arm. Unless he had switched horses unbeknownst to me, this had to be Shay.
She was petite and stunning. But, what struck me immediately was how innocent she looked. Could this be the same woman that had emoted such sexual heat a week before? Impossible, I thought. She stood about 5-5 and had one of those curvy tight figures that seems to be swerving in all the right directions, especially when in motion. Her hair was long, light brown and wavy and was surely one of her best features, which was saying something. Her eyes were a stunning brown; large and expressive.
She was wearing tight black leggings that were like a second skin and a short white top that didn't quite come to the waist of her leggings, leaving a bit of her taut sleek tummy exposed. It didn't appear that she was wearing a bra, as her nipples poked subtly through the satiny material that hung on slender spaghetti straps. Her breasts didn't appear large, but they were very much in keeping with her slender form and shape. Her height was accentuated by a pair of open toed heeled sandals that added a few inches to her form.
All in all, she was one stunning woman. But it was her face that struck me most. She was pretty; beautiful, actually. She had one of those expressive faces that changed with her mood or the moment. But, what I kept wondering was, "Could this possibly be the girl that I had heard just a week ago - the one I came so hard listening to?" It just didn't seem possible. For while she was lovely and dressed in a sexy manner, she had the face of a choir girl or a cheerleader. There was a sense of innocence to her face that was in complete contrast to the vocal lover Ryan had been fucking in the next room. I found the contrast fascinating...and sexy as hell.
"Ahhhh, you guys finally get to meet. Zach. This is Shay. Shay, Zach," Ryan boomed with a huge smile. "About time you two crossed paths."
I practically melted when she smiled and held out her hand. She had the face of an angel, but I sensed a bit of a devil in her gorgeous eyes. Her hand was slender in my mine, but her grip was firm.
"I've heard a lot about you, Zach. Nice to finally meet you," she crooned.
"Likewise, Shay. This guy can't stop talking about you," I replied.
I tried to avoid the urge to look her up and down, as tempting as that was. I figured we'd be seeing more of one another, so I kept my gaze above her shoulders and kept the conversation light and informal. Two seats opened up at the bar and Ryan lunged for them before someone else snarfed them up. I said a quick goodbye and headed for the door.
I now knew why Ryan was so enamored. He'd hooked up with some very attractive women in the time we'd been friends. But he had struck a literal gold mine this time around. What a lucky guy.
I was drifting off solo a little later that night when I heard them come in to the apartment. Now that I had a face, and a body, to go with the intimate sounds of a week ago, my curiosity was piqued. I felt like an aural voyeur that night, but heard the TV turn on and figured they weren't coming to bed for a while. I fell asleep.
