I woke up with a pair of lips wrapped around my cock. Half asleep, I groaned as a tongue swirled around my head. My cock swelled and throbbed from the hand wrapped around it. I felt, more than heard, the aroused sounds and small moans my mystery lover was making around my cock. I reached down, running my fingers through long hair, feeling their head bob up and down.
I opened my eyes to peek and jolted wide awake when I realized who it was. My bedroom door was slightly open and in the light from the hallway I could see my roommate's girlfriend kneeling next to me on the bed. She was wearing the silver dress she wore to go clubbing. It was low-cut and gave me a clear view of her breasts hanging free, unconstrained by a bra.
In shock, I gripped her hair tightly, almost enough to hurt her, but she responded by moaning in pleasure and pushing me deeper into her throat. That put a stop to any thoughts I might have had about telling her to stop. I gasped and kept a tight grip on her hair as she slowly slid my cock all the way out of her mouth, and then sucked just the tip back in.
I couldn't believe this was happening. She was gorgeous but had never shown any interest in me at all. Whenever she came over, she was polite, but always disappeared into my roommate's room. Inevitably, within 10 minutes of the door closing, I could hear them having sex.
She was a screamer. And a groaner. And a barker. Honestly, I would be impressed at the range of sounds she made during sex if it wasn't so annoying to constantly hear through the wall. I knew she liked it from behind, and that she loved to be spanked. Honestly, I knew way too much about her.
She also had a tendency to show up late at night for a quickie. She was always gone by the morning, but since my room is right next to the front door, I can hear her come in. I hear her fumbling with keys, then the door open, and then a few minutes later my roommate's bed banging against the wall.
I'd be lying if I said I hadn't fantasized about her. I was single and hadn't really had any action for an embarrassingly long time. When she came over in a tight shirt, with her nipples poking out, I found it hard not to stare. When she wore yoga pants and bent over to pick something up, I looked at her panty lines (or lack of) and imagined what she was wearing under.
And of course, I thought about fucking her when I lay in my bed listening to her shrill cries and moans as they had sex. I'm not proud of it, but more than once I'd gotten out some lotion and tissues and rubbed one out to the sound of her getting fucked.
Now she was going down on me. I had to assume this was a case of mistaken identity... but how drunk did she have to be to come into my room instead of his? Well, I wasn't going to look a gift blowjob in the mouth.
She began rubbing her hand up and down the length of me and working her tongue around the most sensitive part of my head. I grabbed her leg and pulled, helping her pivot around so I could reach between her thighs and up her dress. My hand brushed over her panties, thin mesh and already damp. Eagerly, I pulled them to one side and pushed a finger deep into her wet pussy. She arched her back and started stroking my cock more urgently.
