Have you ever been so horny that you felt sick to your stomach? I feel that way when I haven't had an orgasm in awhile and today was that kind of day.
My stomach was in knots. Really torn up. I was sitting in the last class of the day on the last school day of the week watching the clock tick. Just 5 more minutes then I'd have to go back to the apartment. My boyfriend had left that morning for a job interview in Ohio and has we kissed goodbye at the airport, he had casually asked if I'd stay at his place while he was gone. It was just till Sunday evening and he said something about not wanting his roommate tearing the place up. Here's the thing . . . while he didn't trust his roommate alone with his stuff, I didn't trust myself alone with his roommate.
My name is . . . actually, maybe I shouldn't reveal that. Just call me Abby. I'm a student and live in Chapel Hill, NC and have been dating Tim for just over a year. He is a very nice guy – a senior accounting major. We are like best friends and I'd always hoped to find a guy like Tim to get serious with. The problem though is that while Tim is so nice and all, he is physically small. All over. And he is shy and introverted . . . which I thought was great because I am all those things too. It's just that I didn't realize how much I needed a more directive partner in bed. I guess that's what I mean. It embarrasses me to even admit this to myself.
I'm a 'good girl' so coming to grips with sex was/is a struggle. I'd been with a couple of guys before Tim but they didn't do much for me. Funny thing – they remind me a lot of Tim but with no personality. I go for the safe guys I guess. Tim is safe and funny and smart so he was different in that way at least.
Like I mentioned, I'm introverted but not exactly nerdy. Since this is a story about sex, I guess it's only fair to describe myself. I run a lot and like the way my body looks – funny thing is the less I wear, the better I look. I mean some girls have big breasts that guys notice from across the room – mine are really nice but small. I kind of have to advertise them more than the aforementioned other girls.
I have very little body fat on me because of my obsessive running habit so in a nice tight polo or t shirt and a short denim skirt I get my share of looks from guys. I also have auburn hair and green eyes which is cool – kind of unique looking I'm told.
After class I headed straight to the bathroom, quickly stepping into to first open stall. I pulled up my skirt and pulled down my underwear. The fabric around the crotch of my panties was sopping wet. As I sat down on the toilet I relaxed my anus and felt the contents of my bowels shoot out of my rectum with a splash before I could even get fully seated. It felt so good. After a few more squirts, my stomach managed to unclenched itself.
As I cleaned myself up I began to imagine the muscular black man I'd seen cleaning this same bathroom earlier in the week. He was with me in the stall, pulling my legs back up over my shoulders as I sat on the toilet, fucking me with his long fat cock . . . I made myself stop the fantasy. These types of dirty little fantasies had been flooding my brain all day. I was so desperate for a good rough fuck – it scared me thinking about what might happen if I wasn't careful.
As I walked back to Tim's place, I resolved not to do anything crazy while he was gone. Just hang out with Matt (his roommate) and catch up on some school projects I needed to wrap up. I thought that I could control my urges. I had been doing that for years. Just because Tim's gone for two nights didn't mean I was going to turn into an instant slut, right?
As I unlocked the door to the apartment I wasn't surprised to find Matt missing. It was Friday and Matt, unlike myself or my boyfriend, lived to party. He was likely trying to talk some freshman girl into letting him take her on a "date". He had a way with the freshmen girls. Not surprising because he is very cute and fun. The fact that his body is rock hard and cut doesn't hurt either.
The only reason he and Tim have stayed roommates is, best I can tell, they compliment each other's weaknesses. Tim helps Matt with school and stuff and Matt . . . well Matt just does what he wants. I have told Tim a thousand times that guys like Matt bother me and that he should find another roommate. When I tell him that I really mean it too. Matt is an aggressive jerk. Charming but a jerk nonetheless. However, for the last three weeks Matt and I have fallen into a pattern that I'm sure Tim would find upsetting.
It started one Tuesday morning. I have late classes on Tuesdays and Tim has early classes everyday. That left just Matt and me in the apartment. I spend more time at their place than my own so it's not uncommon for me to be around.
It was roughly 8:15 and Tim had been gone for an hour already. Matt sleeps till at least 10 most mornings so I felt sure I'd have some alone time to have some juice for breakfast and do some school work. I walked into the kitchen and poured a glass of orange juice, wearing the panties and tank top I'd slept in. As I was walking out of the kitchen I slammed straight into Matt. He was wearing just his underwear – tight boxers, no t shirt. My juice splashed onto my thin, tight top. Matt grabbed me, shocked (he clearly wasn't expecting me) and pulled me close to his muscled chest.
When he let go I saw that my breast were clearly visible through the wet, juice stained fabric of my tank top. He was looking at my breasts while I was staring at his crotch. He had a raging morning erection . . . oh my god what an erection. His large cock was straining the stretchy material of his tight underwear. For about 5 seconds we just kind of visually feasted on each other. Then, without any awkwardness, Matt looked at me and said coolly, "Fix me a glass of that after you clean up this mess" then he walked down the hall to the living room and turned on the television.
