Monday morning after that weekend that forever altered the relationship between my niece, Carrie, and me, I was back at my desk in my home office. Once I had all the technology booted back up I started going through my messages. There was the usual spam, a few clients wanting me to call them over some minor issues and questions, and one direct message in Twitter from Carrie: "I'll tell you the whole story later, you big ol' pervert" with a link to a YouTube video of Katy Perry's "I Kissed a Girl"
I replied with "You have this big old pervert's attention. Love you!"
Her reply came back just moments later: "Love you too. On my way to class. Call you tonight."
She did call, and she told me the whole story. I was so aroused by her story that I jacked off listening to her tell it. Because it was so sweet and hot I asked her to write it down so we could share it with you here.
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I left my Uncle Al's downtown condo feeling like I could fly. When the weekend began, I had no expectations of losing my virginity – that was supposed to be happening to my roommate, Lisa, while I stayed with my uncle. Instead, I spent the most glorious and romantic 48 hours of my life in a weekend filled with many firsts: The first time my pussy had been eaten, the first time anyone had kissed me with my juices on their face, the first time I had slept naked with a man, the first time I had ever been filled by a man's penis, the first time... well, you get the idea. If that many firsts had happened with any man I loved, it would have been enough to fill my heart to overflowing with pure joy. The fact that it happened with my Uncle Albert, a man I love more than anyone except possibly my own father, was just too incredible for words to express.
All those thoughts of romance and love were driven from my mind the moment I walked into my dorm room and saw my roommate, Lisa, curled into the fetal position on her bed, sobbing. My first thought was that she was injured. Fearing the worst, I checked her for any visible bruises on her arms and legs where they were exposed by her long sleep shirt. No bruises. I coaxed her out of the self-protective ball she had rolled herself into and checked her face, fully expecting to see black eyes or a fat lip. She was unbruised, though the mascara had been smeared from her hairline to her chin. She looked awful. When she saw that it was me, she wrapped her arms around me and started a fresh round of sobbing.
"What's wrong?" I asked as I stroked her hair and tried to calm her.
"Oh, Carrie!" she wailed. "It was J-Jason. We broke up"
"Did he hit you?" I asked, my anger starting to rise, "because if he did..."
"No," she sobbed. "He didn't hit me, but..."
"But what?" I wanted to find out what that scumbag frat boy had done to my roommate so I could kill him myself. I may have only been rooming with Lisa for a couple of months, but in that time I'd begun to feel like she was the sister I never had. Nobody was going to hurt her if I could help it!
"He turned out to be an asshole," Lisa spat. "Letting him have sex with me was a total disaster and I kicked him out."
"When?"
"I'm not sure. Friday night, I guess. Sometime around midnight."
"And you've been here, crying, this whole time?" I asked. "Lisa, it's nine o'clock on Sunday night!"
"It is?"
I nodded. "I'm going to guess. You haven't moved from this bed since Jason left here, have you?"
Lisa shook her head.
"You haven't even eaten?" I asked incredulously.
"No," she told me. The tears were still threatening to spill from her big green eyes.
I stood up, took her hands and pulled on her until she stood – not an easy task since Lisa is at least six inches taller than I am. "Shower. Now," I ordered, giving her a shove toward the bathroom we shared with the other two girls in our suite. "You'll feel better once you get cleaned up and I get some food in you. Then we can talk."
"Aww, mom!" she whined.
I smiled at her back as she retreated. At least her sense of humor was coming back.
When I heard the toilet flush and the shower turn on, I started cleaning up the room. It wasn't really messy. There were a lot of tissues in her trashcan, Lisa's bed was rumpled and her bedside lamp had been knocked over. "Maybe I should go see if Jason has a fat lip," I chuckled to myself. "It looks like my roomie got some punches in."
When I went to straighten Lisa's bed, I saw the red-brown stain of dried blood in the middle of the bottom sheet. That had to be changed! She didn't need any reminders of that frat rat. I stripped the sheets from her bed, discovering in the process that her mattress pad was also bloodstained. I stripped it off as well, figuring that she could do without it for a while. With the dirty sheets in her laundry bag, I retrieved a clean set from her closet and set about making her bed. I was just putting a fresh pillowcase on her pillow when she came out of the bathroom. She had one towel wrapped around her body, under her armpits, and another wrapped around her head.
"Feel better?" I asked.