I could not keep my eyes off of my roommate's new girl.
Steve had been seeing this girl Clair for a couple weeks and even though Steve was my friend, envy bit right through me every time she was around. I wish I could've just been happy for Steve, that he'd snagged such a fine ass cutie, but the more comfortable Clair got around the house, the less she wore... and the more I noticed.
They'd met at a work conference and had been fucking like rabbits ever since. Clair spent most nights over here and even had a drawer of clothes in Steve's room and a toothbrush in the bathroom. Telltale bobby pins now littered every flat surface in the house (which I am now convinced is how females mark their territory). She is very pleasant; I would almost call her shy since she never really bothered to talk to me unless Steve was around and dressed pretty modestly whenever she went out.
But once in the confines of our house, it was a totally different story...
"What're you still doing up?" Clair asked as she padded into the living room in just her bare feet and one of Steve's t-shirts.
I swallowed hard trying not to look at her. It wasn't just her creamy, exposed thighs that drew me in; it was that with each step, her tits bounced under the white t-shirt, hardening her nipples tantalizingly. And here she was, a few feet from me, standing like a self-delivering midnight snack. As she turned and walked into the kitchen, I allowed myself to drink her in from behind.
The bottoms of her perfectly rounded cheeks peaked from under lacy pink panties, making my mouth go dry. Her glossy hair tumbled down in waves and just barely grazed the top of her stacked posterior. With each step, I secretly watched the sway and jiggle as each side rose and fell with her graceful strides. Clair's ass was a thing of beauty; I often pictured myself pulling her tight against me just so I could reach around and rake finger-shaped bruises into each cheek.
"Finishing some work shit," I uttered back, reluctantly dragging my gaze back to the computer screen in my lap as she walked back into the living room, glass of water in hand.
"You still trying to convince that La Citta client to use your company?" she asked, retrieving the TV remote from the coffee table.
"Yup. Pretty sure they're just taking me for a ride though."
"God damn it!" she cursed as the back of the remote fell off and the batteries came tumbling out, clattering on the floor.
As she bent down to pick up the pieces, I felt my mouth fall open as she bent only at the waist and made absolutely no effort to turn her ass away from me. Covered in only the thinnest, silkiest cover was a pair of perfect, puffy lips that could cause a man to have palpitations. Was she trying to give me heart attack??
For the briefest moment, a really dirty thought crossed my mind: was she doing all of this on purpose? The recent lack of clothes? Bending over in front of me so temptingly?
But her demeanor was so nonchalant! I adjusted the hardening cock in my basketball shorts and pushed the thought of Clair deliberately teasing me out of my mind. She was dating my roommate after all...
Clair gave up on the remote and plopped down next to me on the couch, "So how long have you and Steve been friends?" she asked leaning against the armrest and extending her legs in front to where her feet were almost touching my thigh.
"Since middle school. We were in homeroom together and just always got along. Soo..."
"And you like living with him?" she continued watching my face for a reaction," The lack of privacy doesn't bother you?"
"What do you mean?" I asked tensing up, hoping she wasn't about to call me out for ogling her ass every chance I got.
"I mean, like, these walls are paper thin," Her blue eyes examined me through thick lashes, "And I know me and Steve aren't exactly quiet..."
Wait, was she...she's not talking about...
I blushed crimson remembering all the times I had heard her and Steve getting it on in his adjacent room... Many a night I had jacked off listening to the sounds of their bed, headboard, and most importantly, Clair. She made the sexiest sounds when they were fucking... and it wasn't just her moans and cries that had me secretly stroking my dick in the other room: it was her dirty talk. She always told Steve exactly how she liked it. Steve must like it too because whenever she started spouting off about how big his cock was, or asked how much he liked her mouth on his dick, or who that pussy belonged to... He was a total gonner.
Just like me.
"Umm, I haven't really noticed," I lied, unable to meet her eyes.
She giggled softly under her breath and shifted on the couch, pulling her knees up to her chest.
"Really? Weird..." she said quietly, "Cause I can, like, hear you rolling over in bed and buckling your belt and shit..."
I stole a glance at her and saw her knees were slightly spread... Oh god... There were those lips again, just peaking at me between golden thighs.
"I...I mean I may have heard y'all, but I'm a heavy sleeper," I stammered. Could my face get any redder?
Clair just smirked at me like she could see right through my lie. Shit.
"It doesn't bother me. I know I can be kind of...loud." She rubbed her hands down her legs slowly and deliberately. I gulped. "I mean, honestly, I don't mind being heard because... and don't you dare judge me Andy!" She interrupted herself, and I raised my hands in mock surrender so she would continue, "But I just think it's kind of...hot. Turns me on even more." She bit her lip and looked up at me deviously. "There's nothing quite like knowing someone is getting off thinking about you... or watching you..." I swear her legs drifted even further apart as her head cocked to the side, eyes assessing my reaction, as she allowed a deliberate peak at her barely covered pussy.
Well if I wasn't already losing my shit every time she trotted around the house in a towel or Steve's boxers, now I was well on my way to being a drooling lunatic...
"Anyways, hope you get your client Andy," she said rising from the couch, giving me one more glimpse of that lovely derrier.
"Goodnight, Andy," she crooned and disappeared into the back of the house.
Fuck.
