My roommate Annie was what you might call a "free spirit." I'd met her through a mutual acquaintance after my girlfriend and I had split up. She was looking for a roommate to take her spare bedroom; I desperately needed a place and she seemed pretty mellow.
Mellow, that is, until she'd finished a shift working at the bar around the corner from her place. It was only a week or so of my living at the apartment when she came home from work around 3 a.m., plastered and singing at the top of her lungs. I didn't mind it too much, figuring it was a one-time thing -- despite the fact I had to work in the morning.
Annie was a cute girl, although not super attractive. She had reddish curly hair that went about halfway down her back, a big smile and a fantastic rack. I'd checked it out a couple of times, but that's always as far as it'd go.
She had quite an ass to boot. We're talking about a healthy partier here, and alcohol means empty calories. Annie could have dropped 30 pounds and been a total knockout by anyone's standards, but her life was one of working, drinking while working, sleeping in, waking up to smoke weed, ordering takeout at noon, and ultimately doing it all over again.
Was I jealous? A little. She would bring home a conquest twice a week, if that. The walls were pretty thin, and Annie was a vocal fucker if ever there was one. Not just moaning, but commanding.
"Fuck me! Fuck my pussy!"
"That's right, fuck me."
"Ohh, yeah. Eat it. Right there."
It was definitely entertaining to wake up to that for the first month or so. After a while, however, it started to get really old. I was having a harder time falling back asleep, and as summer was getting in full swing, the heat was starting to be unbearable. Even at night, we were getting a heat wave and it was a chore just to fall asleep.
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I woke up to the sound of Annie getting her brains fucked out again by some random character.
"OH! YEAH!" The bed was probably what I heard banging against the wall, followed by a thud that was not in time with the rampant screwing. Laughter. More yelling and fucking.
I rolled over and looked at the clock. 5:10 in the morning? Seriously? I closed my eyes and tried to fall back asleep, but Annie kept yowling. I could only imagine it, some random guy fucking her as her giant tits bounced around. Hey, it's not like you wouldn't have thought of it.
She must have come, because it got quiet. I heard some muffled talking, and then the apartment door closed. I waited for a bit and then decided to go hit up the bathroom.
Annie's room is right next to mine, and the bathroom is directly across the hall. So you can understand why it would happen that I'd walk out of my room to the bathroom, but see that her door was open...and turn to see what I saw.
The thud I'd heard? That was her bedside lamp on the floor, shade askew. The light was still on, although the bulb was flickering from the landing. And Annie?
Annie was spreadeagled across the bed, completely passed out. Snoring. I now had no fuzzy ideas as to what she might look like naked. Her tits were, as I suspected, fantastic and real. Her pubic hair was shaved into a small reddish landing strip, maybe an inch or so long. Her pussy was, if I may say so, perfect. Plump and slightly red from the battering it'd taken minutes before.
