"Dillon, open up!" Brittany was banging on my front door in the middle of a Saturday afternoon. "I need to get something for Hannah. It's a- she left- would you just open up?"
I wove my way through the stacks of boxes in my living room. I would've preferred that Brittany did not see my apartment this chaotic. My roommate had decided not to renew for another year, so we were preparing for him to move out at the end of the month.
"Dillon!" Brittany kept banging.
I finally opened the front door and found my ex's smokeshow of a roommate. I couldn't help but remember the last time I saw her, naked, on her knees, giving me a good morning blowjob. In contrast to that memory, today, Brittany was wearing tight denim shorts that showed off most of her long legs and a loose, floral button-up that was completely unbuttoned but tied in a knot just under her boobs. She had curled her red hair into tight ringlets and piled it all on top of her head.
While I zoned out looking her up and down, she pushed past me into my apartment. "Whoa! So I guess he's moving out? Interesting... Do you have another roommate picked out yet?"
"No, looks like I'm gonna be living alone for now, until I can find someone."
"Hmm, good to know... Look, Dillon, the girls are all trying to get you and Hannah back together, and I think it's only a matter of time. So, I have to fuck you every chance I get before you're off the market again. Although, I am hoping she'll share you again, like before..."
I was shocked. Why were Hannah's friends trying to get us back together, but at the same time, trying to have sex with me during the break? Brittany was the second girl to approach me like this. Not that I was complaining, but-
"Babe!" I came back to the present and saw Brittany untying her top. "I asked, did you want to do this here in the living room, or in your bedroom?" Brittany shrugged the top off her shoulders, catching it in one hand. She still wore a lacy push-up bra, which made her 32B tits look great. Her other hand was already working on the button of her shorts.
"I, uh, bedroom!" I decided. "My roommate might come back and I wouldn't want him to walk in on us out here."
Brittany shrugged. "Up to you! I'd be a going away present for him if you wanted to try that kind of threesome. Although, yours is the only dick I'm actually interested in right now." She turned and strode quickly into my bedroom, with me following not far behind.
Brittany pushed her shorts to the ground and stepped out of them, as she looked around my room. "No record player? No stereo? Ugh, fine." She bent over at the hips, giving me a nice view of her tight ass, as she dug through the pockets of her shorts. When she found her air pods, she put one in her left ear and one in my right ear. She scrolled through her phone until she found "Redneck Woman" and started a shuffle from there. Brittany sank to her knees and made short work of my belt and pants, pulling them down with my boxer briefs altogether. I was always half hard in Brittany's presence, so it didn't take many bobs of her head to get me fully erect. She stood, pushed me back gently until my legs hit the end of my bed, and then pushed me to sit on the foot of my bed. Brittany straddled me, pulled her lacy panties to the side, lined me up, and sank down on my cock.
I just couldn't get enough of this girl. With my cock buried to the hilt in her pussy, she ground her hips along with the music, not to the beat, but following Gretchen Wilson's voice. When her voice rose, Brittany would raise herself up, and when Gretchen's voice fell deeper, Brittany would sink back down. Brittany would clench her inner pussy muscles around my cock with each enunciated syllable: "...cause I'm a-red-neck-woman-and I ain't no- high-class-broad..." Brittany didn't sing along except to exclaim, "Hell yeah! Hell yeah!" at the end of each chorus. The rest of the time, her lips were busy making out with me or giving deep shuddering breaths in my ear.
By the second song, I was struggling not to cum, until something unexpected distracted me from the feelings of Brittany's immaculate pussy: Brittany's phone started ringing in my air pod. What's more, Brittany tapped her own air pod to answer the call, while putting her finger to her lips in a "shh" signal. I seized up, remembering the last time a call had interrupted sex with Brittany and how that had led to my girlfriend breaking up with me. However, Brittany just pushed me to lay down on my back, and she kept riding me as she held her phone up close to her face.
"Hey girl, what's up?" Brittany greeted the mystery caller.
"Hey Britt!" I heard Zoey say in my ear. "What are you up to?"
"Oh, just working out. I can talk though! What's on your mind?" Brittany asked.
I was, on the one hand, distracted from my orgasm by this new situation, but on the other hand, incredibly turned on by Brittany's exhibitionism.
"Well," Zoey answered, "I wanted to talk about Dillon and Hannah. Do you think they'll be back together by my Halloween party? I want to invite them both, but I don't want it to be weird."
"Bitch, that's months away. I'm sure everything will have settled for the best by then." Brittany responded, while squeezing one of her nipples with her free hand.
"Idk! They seem like a good match, but obviously he's super into you. Has he been coming onto you since the breakup?"
"Hmm, not yet, but I wouldn't be surprised if he came on me soon," Brittany said with the subtlest shadow of a smirk.
I was trying my best to keep silent and to not let Zoey hear my breathing through my air pod, but it was getting harder and harder as Brittany rode me harder and harder.
"I just want this party to be perfect, you know? You know how much I love Halloween!"
"I do, I do know. Hey, hold on a sec," Brittany requested. She set the phone down on the bed, pointed toward the ceiling. She silently instructed me to reposition into doggy, as she got on her hands and knees in front of me. As I grabbed her by both hips and pushed my cock back into her tight pussy, she moved the phone to be below her face, where I could see the screen, but Zoey could only see Brittany and my ceiling. "Hey, where are you?"
"At the beach." Zoey turned her phone around to show off the beautiful day, and we could see a few other beachgoers in the sand and the water. "Why?"
