Freshman Year Roommate, Part 16
Everyone is over 18 years of age
Want to know what tests couples? I don't think it's cheating, at least not usually. Money, maybe. But for us, it's always some little annoyance where we get on each other's nerves. Getting the mattress home was one of those times. The place I had in mind had the mattress, but carrying it home was more challenging than I expected. I know, I know. You're probably thinking this is an exceptionally dumb thing to fight about. Well, okay, not fight, but we were getting irritated by the time we were halfway home.
We stopped briefly and put it down. I said, "John, let's just take a minute or two and then we can start again." So we did. I told him that I was sorry for getting upset. (Yeah, it was on me. It really was, because I got frustrated and wasn't being my best.) And he said, "So am I." In a way, it was a learning experience that would serve us well.
There would be other times when we wouldn't be our best selves, but we learned to apologize and move on. There were times when we'd argue and I'd be steaming, but I'd get control of myself. One thing I learned was it was okay if I still thought he was wrong about something--no doubt, he thought the same of me sometimes--but I would say, "John, I'm sorry I got angry." I wasn't saying he was right, just that I should have done better. And so we grew. I know, you've been reading our story, and it has been pure love. Well, our love was true and deep, but even in true love, there are rough patches. This adult stuff isn't easy!
We got the mattress up to our apartment and laid it on the floor. We didn't take the plastic off it yet because we had to go back a few times. (If you're wondering, sure, delivery was available. The price wasn't even bad, but it wasn't same-day delivery and we had no interest in spending another night on the floor.) First, we went back for the box spring, and then for a bed frame the salesman said he was "throwing in." It was a basic bed frame, but it would keep it up off the floor. Before heading back out, I grabbed some Gatorade we had in the fridge, and we both had a big drink. We'd gotten very overheated, getting that thing home. Then we had to go back twice! The third trip wasn't so bad. That frame was easier. Still a bit unwieldy, but it broke into pieces, so we each took part of it and that went better.
We got the bed set up, and then we realized something else that should have occurred to us sooner. We didn't have sheets. I'd even seen some at the mattress store, which would be a time saver. Or maybe would have been, if we didn't forget and would now need to walk back there again. So off we went. Good thing it wasn't too far and I had the best company, which made the additional walks easier. (Yeah, once my grouchiness passed, I went right back to being the smitten puppy.)
After that, we went to the Goodwill store, and that panned out well. We got what we needed, and they even had a delivery service. It was an outside place they worked with, but it was cheap enough. We'd have to wait a couple of days for everything, but we could manage until then, as long as we had a bed! And so began life off campus.
I'd like to tell you it was nothing but sex, but there was plenty to do, in addition to studying, writing papers and all that. For one thing, when we moved off campus, we decided we'd get off the meal plan. The cafeteria's food wasn't exactly five-star cuisine, and it wasn't cheap, either. So our parents liked the idea of our handling our own cooking. That meant the next stop was the Giant supermarket. (If you're not from the area, "Giant" is the name of the chain. Where I came from, they were "Stop & Shop." Same company.) Anyhow, we went shopping. The school had a van to help students get around town, apparently as a concession for not having enough campus housing for everyone. We took the van, and we went shopping. It actually was fun. Real couple stuff!
We weren't sure what to buy. We'd never really stocked a kitchen before. At one point, I saw John stop and look at boxes of mac & cheese. I said, "Seriously?" He said, "What's wrong with mac & cheese?" And I said, "Nothing if we're in a rush--or low on money, I guess--but what happened to the Michelin-starred chef I saw at my family's house?"
He smiled at me. He knew that smile would let him get away with lots of things with me. And then he shrugged and said, "I was showing off then."
"Nice. Still, we can do better than that! At least, can we figure out how to boil pasta and melt cheese ourselves?"
And so it went. There would be a number of trips back to Giant, as we found ourselves standing in our kitchen, realizing we didn't have fancy things... like salt and pepper! But we got there.
As that day ended, we were exhausted. We'd been running around for hours, and all we had to show for it so far were some groceries and a bed. Of course, more was coming, but we were drained.
As we were deciding if we really were done for the day, we stood together in the middle of our bedroom. "At least the bed is set up," I said. John added, "And best of all, this place comes with the hottest man on the planet!"
"I think that would be you!" He shook his head, "Not how I see it."
I smiled. "We'll agree to disagree."
"I think it's time to test out that bed."
I yawned. "Yeah, I am pretty tired." With that, he scooped me up in his arms. He held me like that for a moment, and then he leaned in to kiss me.
I said, "I love you, but put me down, you big gorilla."
He gently laid me on the bed, and then he got on next to me. I said, "so far, so good. It didn't even creak."
Then we started making out. He was such a good kisser, alternating between his soft lips pressing to mine and then deep, probing kisses that I felt in my crotch. The passion and intensity was amazing!
After a while just making out, without even getting naked yet, he got up and headed towards the bathroom, saying he'd be back soon. I asked where he was going, and he came back to the bed, got on it, poised over me, then leaned in and kissed me deeply one more time.
"I'm going to go get ready, so I can enjoy your thick cock balls-deep in my tight hole. How's that?"
My dick nearly tore out of my pants when he said that. I was so turned on, I just nodded at him. So he smiled and headed back towards the bathroom.
When he came back, he was completely naked, and my breath caught in my throat. That may sound silly, since we'd been together 9 or 10 months by then, but he never stopped taking my breath away. I quickly stripped off what clothes I hadn't already kicked off, as he got in bed with me. We kissed again, and I told him to lie still. I might be tired, but I wanted to take my time for the first time in our new bed. He looked amused and curious. I told him, "I just don't want to rush it."
We kissed again, and I started working my way down. I was licking a nipple when I noticed... "Is someone getting some hair between his lovely pecs? A little late for puberty... Hmm, maybe it's a sign of old age! I hope it's not all gray next week."
He gave me a playful smack on the head and admitted, "Well, it has been there before, but I may have waxed it in my more serious swimming days and it takes forever to grow back enough to be noticeable. But as for it getting gray, maybe not next week, but I'm afraid you'll have to deal with that, since I plan to still be with you when I'm old and gray."
"Sounds like the perfect plan to me! And I bet you'll even be sexy when you're 90!" and I sucked hard on his nipple to get us back on track. Then I moved down to his dick. I held it in my hand but said, "I don't know if I should even play with this right now. I think we need to explore internal stimulation of John tonight."
With that, I kissed along his left thigh and then his right. I looked up at him. "These are some very sexy legs, you know? But how about you get them out of my way?" He looked confused for a moment and then his face registered understanding. He lifted his legs towards his chest and grabbed them, giving me great access, so I could...
"Oh, fuck, Jess! Yes! Oh my god, that feels amazing! Yes, baby, keep doing that!"
Nothing made me happier than giving him pleasure, and I was in heaven right then. I was tonguing his tight hole, licking up and down it, and then probing with my tongue. I felt like I might sprain my tongue (could that happen?), I was pushing so hard into him. He was making all kinds of noises, from moans to whimpers to calling my name. I knew my man was fully versatile by now, but I didn't always rim him. So being reminded of how much I could drive him wild like this was wonderful!
I stopped and kissed--and even sank my teeth into--his hot cheeks, reveling in that amazing ass, even from this angle (and don't get me started on the view of this ass in tight jeans!). Then I went back to lapping at his hole, then probed it more, as he was panting and moaning, his whole body squirming. This big stud was under my control as he moaned my name and writhed around, and my doing this to the man I loved was the most amazing thing! Well, second most. The most amazing thing came when, with uneven breaths, he said, "Jess, please fuck me! I need that thick cock in me! Make me feel you in me!"
Oh, damn. If I weren't already ragingly hard, that would have done it!
