Michelle was a hoot. I played a new game, from the beginning, concentrating on her - and her alone. The first night that we retreated to her room, I made sure to lock the door.
Once she was certain that I was choosing her, Michelle became exceedingly ... daring.
If we were watching a movie, her hand would inevitably find its way into my pants. Of course, I had my own options to reach under
her
clothing, which I took full advantage of.
There were a few evenings where we were very active under that (by now) legendary blanket. Snogg had crafted several smaller renders which I found amazing. They were generally dark, showing little more than a shadowy outline: Michelle's breast, with my hand around it, a naked butt cheek (hers), or her hand around my erection.
They were extremely effective.
On the fourth occasion that we watched a film together, at night, Michelle pushed the boundaries again. We were under the blanket, lying down, with me behind her. I had two fingers inside her, and she began sighing ever more loudly.
She swore, suddenly, and shoved her jeans down past her knees. Then she reached behind her for the zipper on my pants.
Within seconds, she had me inside her, as we humped and pumped like demented spoons on that narrow couch, under that wonderful blanket.
When she came, Michelle made choking sounds, as if she had her fist in her mouth. She didn't want to wake our roommates. I came a moment later - quietly.
-
Was that the climax of the film, Michelle?
I asked her.
- I don't know about that. But it was the climax of the week - that's for sure.
***
Michelle came to the Halloween party as a gypsy fortune teller. I went as a pirate.
She was smiling the whole time. She pointed out everyone else's costumes, and seemed genuinely happy that they were all having a good time.
We danced, and Michelle made a discovery about my costume.
-
Aww ... really? You had to wear underwear? Pirates aren't supposed to wear underwear.
- Sorry. I'm guessing that fortune tellers don't?
- That's because I know the future. I won't be needing them later, will I?
When the party began to break up, Michelle showed no signs of wanting to leave. I was growing a little impatient, but she said good night to everyone, got a cab for one guest who was too drunk to drive home, and comforted Nalani, who was a little teary.
After that, she began to clean up.
I pitched in, of course. But it was a powerful reminder of who Michelle was: the den mother. Despite her uninhibited behaviour with me, she was still the most responsible of the roommates.
She made sure that there was food in the fridge, and that her friends were supported. I'd failed to notice the significance of the fact that it was Michelle who collected the rent from each of us, before it was due.
I was almost tempted to start a game from scratch, just to see what Michelle would do if I
couldn't
pay the rent. Something told me that she might just cover me - for a week or two, anyway.
When we'd finally tidied up to her satisfaction, Michelle led me back to her room. It was a great pleasure to help her out of her costume.
-
You know
, I said,
sometimes I can tell the future, too.
- Is that so? And just what do you see, Mister Pirate?
- Well, I see that your bed is longer and wider than the couch. Which means that if I lie you down there, I'll have enough room to show you some appreciation.
- Appreciation?
I put her on her back, and went down on her. It was something I just hadn't been able to do on that short couch - something we hadn't done since our date (with
or
without Laura).
Despite her failure to correctly foresee the future, Michelle seemed to appreciate my efforts. Snogg must have been fixated with gumdrops, or Hershey's Kisses, because Michelle's breasts sat up proudly on her chest, even though she was lying on her back.
But her smile was radiant, and I loved the sight of her fingers twined in my (Tristan's) hair. She was also encouraging me vocally, with a mixture of sighs and specific instructions.
I didn't wait upon her orgasm. Instead, I swiftly crawled up between her widely spread legs, and found her wet opening with the tip of my rock-hard erection. I penetrated her in one long, slow thrust.
-
OH!
she called out.
Piracy! Help ...
I fucked her halfway off the bed. In a brilliant illustration, Snogg showed Michelle's head and shoulders hanging over the edge of the bed.
She was still grinning, even though her position looked decidedly uncomfortable. Her breasts were spread a bit, to either side, though her nipples still pointed north. Her legs were spread wide.
Her vocalizations were more intense than usual - which sounded very appropriate. It was an energetic, no holds-barred fuck, and I found it far too exciting. This time, I came before Michelle did.
***
Michelle's birthday didn't appear on the calendar. Heather's did.
-
It's Heather's birthday.
Michelle told me.
-
We should get her something.
-That's what I was thinking.
We went in together to get together to buy Heather a cake - and a new swimsuit. Heather thanked us effusively. Michelle thanked me more quietly - and more privately.
- You're a very nice man.
- I can't come close to you.
- Yes, you can. Come over here.
Michelle took me in her mouth, but that was only a prelude. Once she had me hard and thoroughly wet, Michelle straddled me, and sank down on my cock.
The illustrations were top-notch, from the beautiful expression on her face, to the exquisite shape of her breasts. A second view was provided, showing the glorious globes of her ass, and the twin dimples in the small of her back.
- This could be the start of a ... beautiful friendship
. she said.
***
I could only wish for a girlfriend like Michelle.
Beautiful, confident, with a great sense of humour. She had a big heart, and preferred giving, rather than taking. Michelle often thought of others before herself.
Responsible, caring ... and frisky. I had to admire her adventurous sexuality. Hot. Very hot. That couch and that blanket would be embedded in my memory.
Heather
might
be the kind of girlfriend I could aspire to. Someone like Michelle was certainly well beyond my reach. A fella can dream, though, can't he?
***
Laura was ridiculously hot. La-ow-ra. Just hearing her say her name gave me a shiver. And I have to admit that I lingered over quite a few of her illustrations.
Yes, she had large breasts. But she also had a beautiful face, long black hair, and everything about her was sensual - even her voice.
I replayed her story from the start. I got the wine for her friend's party, and took her to the museum again, after which she surprised me in the kitchen. Then we went to the cafe, and ended up in her room. Ah, that beanbag.
Surprise, surprise: there was an additional scene with Laura before the Halloween party. It was a Sunday morning. Laura came to my room, and knocked on the door
She was in her housecoat. She looked really good, with minimal makeup and a terrycloth robe that covered virtually everything.
- Oh! I'm sorry. Did I wake you up?
she said.
- I was just going to grab a shower.
- Oh. Okay. I need your opinion about something. Can you come by my room when you're done?
- Sure.
I didn't know what to expect. When I'd finished in the bathroom, I threw on some clothes and went to see what she wanted. Laura closed the door behind me. She was still in her robe.
-
I want your honest opinion.
she said.
I bought this on a whim, but I'm not sure if I should actually wear it ...
- Okay. What did you buy?
- This.
Laura opened her robe, to reveal the most astonishing bathing suit I'd ever seen.
I forgot to breathe, for a few moments.
The suit seemed to consist of three patches of green and yellow fabric, rather tenuously linked by some pieces of gold string. Now, I'm no bathing suit engineer, but this particular piece of swimwear struck me as highly improbable. Structurally, I mean.
- Do you think it's too much?
- Too much for ... what?
- For the beach.
Yes, Laura. It was too much for the beach. There was absolutely nowhere you could wear that without setting off a riot. It could break the internet. If Laura had worn that in the forest, with no one there, the trees would have fallen down.
-
Are you sure?
Laura turned around, and simply dropped her robe. It wasn't very subtle. Lord, it was effective, though. I didn't know how to break it to her, though: there was nothing covering her back - nothing at all, except for a few bits of string.
