Moving in with my longtime girlfriend was the best thing that I thought could ever happen to me. We were still in college, but we found a room for rent near campus in an old house on Greek Row. It was kismet, and it meant that we could move out of the dorms. A buddy of mine told me about the place and slyly threw in that there was a girl he knew that lived there, so I'd have an in.
Rachel gushed at the idea, both of us finding bouncing between dorm rooms to be tedious and hating that we could never spend the night together. "Oh my God! You are NOT serious. This is perfect Baby!"
I nodded, pulling her close to me and kissing her neck in my dorm room. She moaned into my ear, laid us down and started tugging on my zipper. "Does my Baby want his friend to come out and play?" She whispered, sucking on my earlobe. I grunted in response as her hand clasped around my erection. My lips on her collarbone, she held me in place as her hand began taking me to heaven. "You like that Baby? You like it when your girlfriend plays with you like this? You like it when I hold you close and pull out all that sticky cum?" I shuddered in response, giving her all the motivation she needed to push and pull me further.
By this point I was gasping, shivering in her embrace. My girlfriend was the sexiest creature on the planet, no holds barred. She was perfect, in mine, and in the eyes of all men. Priests would give up the cloth for her, husbands would cheat, teachers would forsake their careers, and sailors would give up the sea, all for just one iota of what I was experiencing at this moment. Her touch was heaven on earth.
Rachel held me firm, so I wouldn't move my lips any lower than her collar. Her fist clenched and unclenched, swirled, twirled, stroked up and down, and she raked her nails along my shaft. I was helpless, pressed up against her, hoping she would loosen her hold so that I could feel my face buried in her chest, not that she ever would. She wore black yoga pants, and a white long-sleeve blouse that hinted at, but didn't show her impressive cleavage. Her nails, currently tickling at my scrotum, were, as always, immaculately finished in a French tip manicure. "You did so good Baby!" She whispered. "This is SUCH a happy day! Do you want to celebrate Baby? Do you want to spurt it all out for me, and scream out in joy?"
I was toast.
She knew it.
My voice came out in a soft moan, "Ah! Yes! Yes!"
My arms encircled Rachel, as she upped her game. Her strokes had purpose, her twists threatened to push me over the edge. "Do it Baby! You earned it! It's okay. Cum for me. Cum for your girl."
She always had a way to make me feel like the most important person in the world, and simultaneously, a quivering mess for her. "Ah! Rach-Rachel!"
She didn't slow, or stop, her hand angled my cock to her Lycra covered legs as my eruption surged forth. Her hand grew slick, adding to the tremendous sensation as she pulled my life essence from inside of me. Her voice rang out in giggles. "Yes! Oh good job Baby! Oh. SOOO good."
I laid helplessly in her arms as my body trembled and recovered. "Oh my God Rach. That was perfect."
She giggled, and suddenly pushed her cummy hand into my face. "As always lover."
I balked at the mess she made of me, but laughed with her. She had such a good sense of humor, and I wasn't above a little joke at my expense. "GROSS Rach! Ugh-"
"Hey if I've got to deal with it, then so do you." She laughingly said, scooping some off of her pants and bringing it to her lips. "Besides, it's not that bad. Wanna try?" She asked, leaning for a kiss with a drop of cum dribbling from her lip.
I shook my head and laughed. "No thanks! That's not my scene babe."
She shrugged and licked her lips, "your loss there Romeo."
It didn't occur to me then, but that was the first time Rachel had ever eaten cum in front of me. What DID occur to me, was the sexy look she gave me as she kept going back for more. "Mmmm." She purred. "Yummy." Her eyes were dangerously sensual.
Move in day was more of a hassle than I had anticipated. I lugged box after box of Rachel's things while she acquainted herself with our roommate Angelica. I knew better than to ask for help, Rachel was a lot of things, but when it came to lifting things, well, that was my job. It was sweaty work, but the seductive looks she gave me urged me onwards. I was thankful that the room came furnished, so I didn't need to move any large furniture up the stairs. My thoughts wandered while I toiled, I imagined that us living together was going to bring us closer than ever.
Little known fact about Rachel, she was a tumultuous tease, an impressive specimen in this day and age, and an untarnished, impossibly delectable VIRGIN.
Sure, we fooled around a bit, but my girlfriend and I had never even seen one another naked. Well, she'd seen me, but she was every man's fantasy, and one that nobody, not even I, had seen bare.
I was completely, hopelessly, and impossibly in love with this girl. I hoped that us living together would mean that we'd give ourselves wholly to one another, biblically, but I also knew that she was waiting. My girlfriend wasn't the sort of woman to give it away for free. She wanted marriage, and nothing short of that would ever be enough.
After I finished up with the boxes, and unpacked the essentials, I came downstairs to reintroduce myself, and see what Rachel was up to. She and Angelica were laughing and joking together like old friends, bonding over coffee at the small kitchen table. She was wearing a black cami shirt, showing off her perfect chest, and a pink pleated mini skirt. Angelica was in low rise jeans that clung to her like a second skin and a red sweater that hinted at an also impressive physique within. I worried that Rachel's shirt was more revealing than she intended, but quickly forgot about it as it's lure took hold of my attention.
Rachel saw me coming over, and kept me at arms length as I leaned in to kiss her. "You're all sweaty Baby! Why don't you go get washed up?" I smiled willfully before crushing my lips on hers again. She held me off, and then pushed me to keep herself sweat free. "GO! You big lug!"
I winked at Angelica with a smirk before making my exit.
When I got back downstairs, I made my way to rejoin my girlfriend and our new roommate, but stopped short when I saw the bare muscled back of an unknown man standing over Rachel. He was barefoot and wearing a loose pair of basketball shorts, the only other feature I could glean from my perspective was his dark hair, which was cut in a close cropped fade.
I cleared my throat as I entered the room.
Angelica was the only one to look my way at first, as the muscular man blocked my view to my girlfriend. She wore an amused expression at seeing me.
When the muscular man turned around, he gave me a big smile and reached out to shake my hand. I took his large hand in greeting, and noticed a formidable bulge creeping forward from his shorts. Quickly averting my eyes, I saw his chiseled abs and large pecs before once again meeting his gaze. His face was unquestionably handsome, not that I'm used to noticing those sorts of things, and he appeared to have just finished working out. Sweat was dripping from his face.
I tried to ignore the burly man's hand resting on the back of my girlfriend's chair, and didn't miss her casual glances at his package as it rested in direct eye-line between her and I. Angelica made the introductions, identifying him as the 'Handy Man' of the house with a giggle. His name was Max, and he stayed in the small room in the basement. I knew he could see the generous valley of flesh my girlfriend had on offer, it irked me to know he'd seen so much of her.
Pulling my attention for a moment, he showed me to the gym/rec room that he'd built up down there. "You can use it all you want. Just try not to hang around when I've got company." He told me with a wink.
That night, Rachel and I were introduced to our other roommates. There was a cheerleader named Maddie who rarely made an appearance, a theater girl named Maureen, and a couple, Weston (Wes) and Raquel (Rocki). My eyes betrayed me, stealing glances at the attractive women of the house. Of course, Rachel noticed my wandering eyes, but she didn't say anything in front of them. Her comments were reserved for our departure to our now shared bedroom.
She came in from her first shower at our new place, wrapped in a large towel with another one she was using to dry her hair. She spoke before I could drool too much at the sight of her. "Well? What do you think baby?" Is she naked under that towel right now?
I was barely covered, wearing only boxer shorts underneath the thin sheet on the bed. "You look amazing!" I told her truthfully, knowing that I was sporting a tent at the sight of her.
She gave me a flirty grin, still drying her hair. "Thank you. But that's not what I meant. What do you think of the house?"
I chuckled. "Oh! Yeah. It's nice."
"Mhmm. And I'm sure you have an opinion on the bevy of beautiful babes we're boarding in this abode with."
I laughed loudly at her alliteration. "That was a good one." I told her, wiping a tear from my eye.
"Mhmm." She said raising her eyebrow. "You didn't answer me though."
"You're the only one I see Baby."
"Oh?" She asked, dropping her towel and revealing more than I had ever seen of her before, though unfortunately, dashing my hopes at seeing her nude. She was wearing a maroon bra and panty set. I knew it was a thong, since it was pulled high from underneath a pair of black cotton sleep shorts. Her chest was covered with a matching black crop top, complete with cleavage low enough to allow peaks at the lacy maroon underneath.
I was no stranger to the female form, having been to a strip club or two, and a frequent sightseer at the beach, but this was something else. This was Rachel, my girlfriend, someone I loved more than anything in the world. She may as well have been a paid model for showing that outfit off the way she did. It was less modest than she'd even allow at the beach.
"Is that so?" She asked, teasingly.
I watched as she lit a candle on the nightstand before shutting off the light. The way she bent over, on purpose I'm sure, highlighted her perfect, high performance, full throttle ass. I stared, unashamed as I held out the sheet for her to join me.
She slid gracefully into our bed and kissed me soundly. "I like the sound of that." She whispered, kissing down my chin onto my neck. I pulled her towards me, running my hand along the exposed skin on her back as she slid her hand into my boxers.
I closed my eyes, reveling in the feeling of her recently lotioned hand caressing my hard dick as her lips made love to my neck. Her hair laid over my face, inundating me with her feminine shampoo. I breathed deeply. "Does my Baby want his reward for today?"
"Yes!" I moaned softly.
Her kisses on my neck, combined with her hand working me up, had me completely at her mercy. "You're so hard tonight Baby."
"Mhmm."
