I lay on my stomach silently in bed, heart still racing from my first extensive experience with my roommate Ethan's monster cock. I reached for my phone, and had a weirdly normal conversation with Jess before saying our goodnights.
What else really needed to be said? We both obviously loved what just happened, even though it was unspoken.
After hanging up, I stayed in bed for a while longer. I relished remaining in this position still in my completely soaked thong, feeling Ethan's cum dripping down from between my ass cheeks.
Eventually, I got up and looked at myself in the mirror, my pink lacy thong fitting me too well, in the knowledge of the line I'd just crossed with Ethan. It felt strange and a little wrong, but the act itself was so good, I figured my mind just had to take some time to get used to it.
Looking at myself in the skimpy little panties and remembering the high-pitched girlish moan I let out when Ethan and I finished (the line was a little blurred there...), I started to jerk myself off through the pink fabric.
The memories were so fresh in my head and I couldn't get enough. I jerked off another time after that before showering and going to sleep. In bed that night, I knew beyond any doubt that I needed more of that cock.
The next day, my plan was to get some more face time with Ethan. This was still new to me, and I was nervous about outright asking another man to absolutely use me and make me, I guess, his bitch.
I figured if I could be around him enough, make myself available, and try to entice him, he would take what he wanted, and there wasn't TOO much doubt that he wanted more from me, after the way events played out last night.
I put on a pair of my cheeky panties -- by this point I'd stopped thinking of them as Jess' altogether -- and waited until I heard Ethan exiting the bathroom after taking a shower to cross paths with him.
He was wearing a tight grey pair of briefs that outlined his amazing cock really well. I tried to feign a playful indifference and walked by him in the kitchen, trying to wiggle my bum in the way I'd love to see Jess doing it -- something else completely new for me.
Although Ethan was avoiding eye contact (was he a little nervous or apprehensive about going further too?), he still took the bait, forcefully pushing me down over the counter, giving my butt a sharp spank, and best of all, pulling me back into his crotch.
He only gave me a couple dry humps, but the reaction was more than I could have hoped for in that moment. Even through two layers of fabric, I could still feel his cock start to flex a little between my cheeks.
"You better be careful man, you can't just be parading around like that here," and with that, he let me go to go back to his routine.
I did the same, not wanting to push my luck. Even so, my mouth started to water thinking more about that huge cock. Did I want to suck it? It wasn't that long ago that that wasn't even an option in my head, but now I was reevaluating how I felt.
You can't really argue with instinct. I couldn't help it, but the idea of having Ethan in my mouth kept popping up subconsciously. The closest it'd come to my face was when Jess had slapped me on the cheek with it, but now all I could think about was having it against my face again.
Speaking of Jess, in a call later that day, she let me know that her bosses wanted to keep her down there a while longer, and she'd be extending her business trip. She had mixed feelings about it, and was upset that it'd mean a few weeks more before we'd get to see each other again.
Don't get me wrong, I was definitely sad to hear this news, I love Jess and I did miss her a lot. I feel guilty saying it though, but a part of me was a bit excited with this turn of events; I'd now have more of a chance to have Ethan to myself, and I saw this as increasing the chance that he'd want more out of me.
I felt even more confident about my desires and clearer about my goals now. Ethan was out, but when he came home, I'd ask him to continue Jess' blowjob arrangement with me instead while she was still away.
I'd never asked for anything with Ethan or any other guy before for that matter. This whole situation had basically been thrust on me based on what Ethan and Jess wanted, but I was going to take the leap now and ask for his fat cock myself. I'd avoid begging too if possible, despite how desperate I was becoming.
Still in the cheeky panties Ethan had clearly been turned on by this morning, I waited near the door for his return. When I heard footsteps coming down the building's hallway, I got down on my knees. The excitement was almost tangible to me, my heart was racing, and my dick couldn't help but start to stiffen in my panties in anticipation.
My mouth opened involuntarily as I began to salivate at the thought of thick cock, and the door opened. Then, I was immediately pulled back down to Earth, adrenaline pumping through my veins as I saw a woman behind Ethan.
I got up and sprinted around the corner as fast as I could without making enough noise to draw attention to me. She'd been looking down, seemingly at her phone, as Ethan pushed the door in, so I think she may not have seen me there.
Ethan must have though, and even though my primary thought was one of mortifying humiliation at a stranger possibly seeing me like that, a small part of my mind was also wondering if Ethan was looking at my butt as I ran to my room.
I hid in my room for a while, carefully listening through the door to their conversation. The woman must not have seen me, thankfully. When they moved to Ethan's room, I glued my ear to our shared wall to spy on what was inevitably going to happen.
After a couple minutes, it seemed like silence when my bedroom door swung open and I visibly startled. I turned to the doorway, and saw that Ethan had come in, closing the door behind him. It took a half of a second for me to register that he was fully naked. His semi-hard monster of a cock dangled between his legs, even making a barely audible sound when he turned and it slapped against his muscular thighs.
"I'm going to fuck that girl I brought home," he explained as I sat there, still stunned and silent. "Give me a good luck kiss first."
Not "Can you give me a good luck kiss?". "Give me." Every order he gave me made me want to oblige him, even if I was still a little disappointed that he was going to spend his night with someone other than me. I was just too horny to not follow orders, too.
I got up and walked up beside him, standing up on my toes to reach his cheek. I gave him a quick peck, and was a little embarrassed when I could feel my erection poke into the side of his hip through the cheeky panties I was slightly stretching out.
I waited for some kind of approval when Ethan followed up with "No, I meant a kiss on the cock."
What? No. What? My heart started beating with excitement. Fantasies from the last couple days started flooding back into my mind. This was big for me. I tried not to look too eager but my little dick started straining against my panties harder than ever, and I kneeled down slowly without being able to say a word.
The closer my face got to his cock, the more it started to grow. I put one hand on Ethan's hip to anchor myself (and just an easy excuse to feel his muscular body a bit more). With my other hand, I grabbed his now erect cock by the base. It was as heavy as I remembered it.
My mouth started to water. He just wanted a kiss though -- if I wanted any hope of future cock, I had to follow his request. But still, I did the mental calculations as my head approached him to figure out how to make this last as long as I reasonably could.
