"So what the hell are we going to do now?" Marc asked as he slumped into the sofa, his fourth and fifth beer of the evening carefully balanced in his hands. He always brought a backup because at the rate he drank them the spare never had a chance to get cold.
The issue he was referring to was our roommate situation. Jason, our third roommate in the last two years was moving out to live with his girlfriend. That in and of itself was not a huge issue but it was starting to become a trend, guy's splitting to greener pastures. Now the rent was up to the two of us. Again. "I don't know just yet. Can you handle a month? Maybe two?"
Marc slammed back beer number four. "Yeah. Probably. But after that things could get tight." I nodded in agreement. It wouldn't be that tough for me, hell I could rent the place all to myself and have plenty to spare but Marc didn't need to know the particulars of my finances even if he was my best friend. "What about Ana?" He asked.
Ana was my current girlfriend, and while things were progressing nicely and she stayed three out of seven nights a week at my place, we were not ready at all for the living together thing. She had her space and I mine. The relationship worked better that way. "No way. She's not ready for that step, and honestly neither am I. But listen, I'll put out some feelers with people at work, maybe something will come up." He nodded, sipped some of beer five and agreed to do the same.
THREE DAYS LATER
Marc was in his usual spot on the sofa, beer number seven in his hand. I knew this from the six empty ones on the end table. A hockey game was on the big screen. I dropped my stuff and sat in my easy chair. "Good news. I think I found us a roommate." He perked up. "Excellent. Who?"
Knowing Marc's feeling's about bachelor pads and guys living with guys or just their girlfriends, I was wondering how he would react. I steeled myself and drove forward. "Her name is Tabitha. She works in the front office. She's ready to move out of her parent's house and needs a place."
Marc almost sputtered on his beer. "Tabitha? A she? Parent's place? How old is this girl?" He fired off the questions in rapid fire bursts. I tried to placate him. "She's 21 and just finished her AA at the JUCO and wants to get out on her own. She's responsible and I know what she makes, she can afford the one-third share." I knew what the next question would be so I replied before he could ask. "She's about 5' 2", long blonde hair, in decent shape, she played softball. Part-time boyfriend, nothing serious. I laid the law on her about that one." Being guys we knew what happened when a female roommate had a serious boyfriend. They were always over, eating your food, drinking your beer, wanting to be your best buddy, being jealous, and being a pain in the ass. We knew because there were times we were that guy. "She said she can come over tomorrow if you want to meet her." He nodded and agreed.
THE NEXT NIGHT
The knock came at the door and I opened it. There stood Tabitha, all smiles, wearing what she had on at work earlier a nice skirt and blouse, her cute legs showing from mid thigh down. Her mother was standing there with her. I glanced back and sighed, glad Marc had cleaned up all his dead beers. I extended my hand. "Hello, I'm Dan, I work with Tabitha." Her mother's hand was warm and firm in mine. She smiled and seemed pleasant. I let them in.
Marc stood in the entry to the kitchen/game room area looking respectable. "And this is Marc, the other roommate. Marc this is Tabitha and her mother." Marc came forward and shook hands. After some small talk I guided them towards the stairs and to where Tabitha's room would be. As they went ahead Marc grinned. He liked her. What wasn't to like. She had a cute smile, sparkling blue eyes and a great figure. She would add a nice touch to our living arrangements. Neither of us contemplated anything other than a platonic roommate situation as we were both already seeing people.
Our house was unique in its design. There were two bedrooms upstairs plus the master suite that was my room. One of those two was small and I used it as an office, the other, Tabitha's potential room was very large nearly 16' x 25' with three large windows looking out over the mountains. The other large bedroom, and Marc's room, was downstairs. These large rooms and their separation allowed for a great deal of privacy from the others in the house. The only drawback would be for Tabitha, she would have to go across the short landing/hallway to her bathroom.
She loved the place. Her mother was sufficiently charmed by Marc and me and was happy to have her daughter live with two gentlemen who actually kept the house looking clean. (She did not go into Marc's room). Tabitha would move in next weekend and little did I realize my living situation would change because of it.
TWO WEEKS LATER
"She's cute," Ana said. She was peering over the railing from the second floor landing down to the living room. "Hmmm?" I asked, engrossed in some financial reports.
"The new roomie," Ana replied as she turned back into my office.
"Oh you mean Tabitha. Sure I guess so," I looked up, "But not as hot as you babe," a wicked smile on my face.
"Oh really?" Ana asked, as she came into the room and pulled her blouse open revealing her lovely firm breasts.
I reached out and caressed them, pulling her closer to me. "Really." We kissed deeply, her tongue dancing over mine.
Her hand went to my lap and started rubbing my cock through my loose gym shorts. I started to get up from the chair. She pushed me back into it. "Babe," I said, "let's go into my room."
She didn't say a word, just kept fishing into my shorts, pulling them over my hardening cock. "Babe," I insisted, "the door's open to this office and it faces the stair..." My sentence and thought cut off as her lips passed over the head of my cock. I groaned and adjusted my position and watched my lovely girlfriend suck my cock.
Ana had a thing for my cock there was no doubt about it. As she sucked and licked I thought back to our first night together.
We had been friends for years, never having anything other than a platonic relationship. We were close, sharing things about lovers and life. One night we had been out at a club and got a bit drunk. We ended up back at her place and were sitting around talking. Somehow sex and compatibility with one's partner came up. She complained that her current guy just didn't "fit" her right. By that she meant he just wasn't hung very well. She said his cock just wouldn't fill her the way she wanted. He was a great guy but that was becoming a turnoff. I laughed and told her I couldn't believe her, she was basing a relationship on dick size and that seemed shallow. She laughed and said something to the effect of her pussy was not shallow and needed to be filled. And besides, who was I to talk. I looked at her seriously and said straight faced that size was not a problem. She dared me to prove it. I stood up and dropped my jeans. My cock was only semi hard and she laughed. Saying if that's all I had then I shouldn't pop off. I dared her to suck it, make it hard and then make comments. She sucked me like I had never been sucked before and after a long blow job and an intense fucking there on the couch in her apartment we became a couple, my nine inches of cock sealing a relationship that had now lasted over a year.
My mind raced back to the here and now as she ran her tongue over my shaft from base to tip. She smiled around my cock head and held the shaft in her hand. God she was beautiful. Her hazel brown eyes glinted with desire, her long brown hair framing her incredibly lovely face. Her Italian ancestry showed in her skin tone and appearance. Her large firm breasts were pinned in place by her top, her skirt riding high on her hips as she knelt on the floor. "C'mon babe," I whispered, "I want you on my bed." Her answer was to slide my cock back into her mouth right to her throat. I had to fight from crying out in pleasure as she deep throated me. My eyes occasionally glanced to the open door and the stairs that lay beyond, hoping to not see Tabitha's blonde head appear. Ana had her other hand between her legs, teasing her clit as she slurped on my cock. She was being a huge tease, testing me, riding that edge, something that she liked to do on occasion. Then my heart leapt in my chest. Tabitha's face appeared over the top step as she climbed up the stairs.
Her blue eyes widened at the sight that lay before her. My gorgeous girlfriend on her knees sucking my big cock. Her stare shifted between my cock in Ana's mouth and Ana's hand playing with her pussy. In fact, I couldn't tell which she was more interested in, me or Ana. Tabitha stood mesmerized for a few minutes, her own hand moving to the front of her shorts, then into them. She broke from her trance as I started to growl due to Ana's deep throat and my impending orgasm. As it no longer mattered to me that Tabitha knew what we were up to, I started to talk a bit dirty, insisting Ana suck my cock harder and deeper, urging her on. Then I came. Ana new from experience it was coming and clamped her lips down hard onto my pulsing cock, taking ever bit of my hot load into her mouth, swallowing it all. As my orgasm subsided Ana licked my cock clean and let out a satisfying purr as she stood and crawled onto my lap. As she rose I looked back at where Tabitha had been standing. She was gone.
