About a week after my threesome with my friend Emily and my roommate Rachael, I accidentally almost scared Rachael to death. I had just come downstairs from the bedroom area when I saw Rachael playing a creature collection game on my Xbox. Despite several road trips with her, parties at home and away, and the overall strange hours that people in their 20s keep, I'd never seen her awake at 7 AM. "Good morning."
She screamed and leaped from the couch, swinging the Xbox controller in my direction with wild desperation. I held up my hands, palms out in a gesture of pacification. She gulped air a few times with her empty hand over her heart.
"Sorry," I offered with a wince. "I thought for sure you'd heard me come down the stairs."
"Yeah, I guess I was more ..." She paused, a sudden dreamy and distant look in her eyes. After a moment, she flinched, like she'd suddenly remembered I was there. "More into my game than I realized," she mumbled.
"OK, well, again, I'm sorry."
"It's OK." She paused again, and her mouth twisted strangely, like she was trying not to bite her lip. She shook her head to focus. "Can't believe I stayed up so late." She turned off the Xbox and patted her pockets for her phone. When she found it, she waved it at me. "Ready for bed!" she declared awkwardly. She took a few quick steps around the couch to me. Standing in front of me, she froze again for an instant before she flung her arms around me in a quick hug - not at all our usual method of communication. "G'nite." She turned toward the stairs that lead to our bedrooms. "Or good morning, I guess," she said over her shoulder before doubling her pace and scampering up the stairs.
"That was weird," I noted to the still-glowing TV as I turned it off.
Aside from scaring her, the next morning happened much the same way. She was playing the same game when I came down the stairs. Again, she took my arrival as her cue to go to bed. This time the hug was much longer, and her lips were much closer to my face.
The third day it happened, the Xbox was already off, and she was waiting for me. It was obvious she was braless. The good morning hug involved her whole body and at least thirty seconds of our morning. It ended just as I moved my hands to grab two handfuls of her ass, making me wonder if I'd misread the whole situation.
The fourth consecutive morning also started with our now customary hug. When she released me, her face was conflicted but excited. "Just watch," she told me. She dropped her sweatpants to the ground, yanked her shirt over her head, and, fully naked, walked slowly around the couch to lay down on her back. Her hands leaped to her tits and squeezed them aggressively once she settled. She wasted little time before she shoved a hand between her thighs. A restrained groan leaked from her when her fingers slid quickly inside her.
She fucked herself enthusiastically for my viewing pleasure, her dripping pussy filling my ears and my nose, though I spent plenty of time with my eyes glued to her magnificent tits. Her moans became louder and more frequent very quickly. "Kiss..." she gasped. "Kiss me," she begged as her eyes rolled back. I strode quickly to her, leaned over the back of the couch, and claimed her mouth with mine just in time to swallow her screaming. When she went limp I lifted her arm and licked her fingers clean before I left for work.
The next morning was Saturday, so I slept in. If she wanted me to fuck her at 7AM, she'd still want fucked at 10. When I got in my car to get some drive-thru breakfast, I noticed it was the only one in our driveway.
I didn't see Rachael without our other roommate, Andrew, who was also her boyfriend, for several days. The next time we had some alone time, she was sitting on the couch waiting for me when I got home from work. "Can we talk?" she asked.
"Of course." I sat on the couch. "What's up?"
"Um ... I wondered ... oh god I don't even know if I can say it."
I reached over to her and wrapped a hand around hers. "You can trust me. I won't judge you or repeat anything you tell me without your permission. If you need help, I'm glad to do whatever I can."
She melted a little, and a small smile found its way to her face. "I wanna ... I wanna do something kinda crazy, or maybe really crazy."
"I certainly won't turn down the opportunity to do something crazy with you, considering how much fun the last crazy thing was."
Her smile got larger for an instant before I crumbled into insecure lust. "This is just.. really different. I ..." She sighed heavily. "I want you to rape me."
"Whoa." I couldn't keep the shock off my face.
"Oh, god, I'm sorry. I can't believe I even asked that. Ugh I'm so fucked up. Why would-" I silenced her with a gentle kiss, which I held in place until her eyes drifted closed. When she started to kiss me back, I pulled away reluctantly. Her face held a measure of peace when her eyes opened.
"There's nothing wrong with having what some people might call darker fantasies. This is a dangerous game though, and plenty can go wrong. We can talk this through, and as long as we agree on what can and can't happen, well..." I leered blatantly at her chest. "Why wouldn't I do it?"
She giggled. "Really?"
"Do I have to cop a feel right now just to show you I'm serious?"
She giggled again, but put her hands up between us to fend me off. "No, don't. I want us to have a break from fooling around before we do this so we're both really wound up. If you fondle me now, it'll reset the clock."
"Pretty sure if I get my hands on those tits I'm not gonna wanna stop there," I said to her chest.
"Exactly. We haven't talked terms yet."
"Point taken." I pulled my eyes back to hers. "So, tell me what you want. How do you want to do this?"
"Well, most importantly, I don't want to be, like, making out and then pretend I want you to stop, but you don't. I wanna be surprised in my bedroom, my sanctuary invaded. I wanna be taken without warning, thrown down and fucked no matter what I say." She licked her lips while that fantasy became real in her head.
"Then I think the first thing we need is a safe word. I suspect you'll be saying 'no' and 'stop' as part of the game, so I need something in case you actually want me to stop."
"That makes sense," she said, nodding along. "What about 'Andrew is coming'?" She giggled.
"Nah, if I hear that I'll just lock the door, cover your mouth and keep on fucking you." She bit her lip and moaned softly. I slid closer to her on the couch and leaned toward her. I could tell that if I touched her then, she might freak out and the whole thing could fall apart. Plus that was contrary to one of the rules we'd already established. Instead, I nuzzled her cheek softly and sucked down a lungful of her sandalwood scented hair.
I sat back, took her hands in mine, and waited quietly for the crazed look to vacate her face. My face was probably no less crazy though. When we were both breathing normally, I asked, "So what do you want as a safe word?"
Her eyes glazed over, and I could see she was imagining me attacking her. "Oh!" She popped back to the present. "How about 'strawberry'? I'm allergic to them, so it'll be an easy link for me to remember."
"Perfect. What else?"
She contemplated for a moment. "No toys, no tying me up or blindfolds or anything like that. I want to watch you subdue me with your hands and feel you take what you want from me. Don't worry about how much I enjoy it. Just fuck the shit out of me however you want, and definitely come in me."
"I certainly don't have a problem with that. Is there anything else?"
She leaned toward me and pulled in a deep breath through her nose. "I looove that cologne." She popped upright. "Don't wear it. Wear a different one, though. I don't want it to smell like I know the person raping me, but I want a good smelling reminder." She shuddered, looking around the room nervously. "God, I feel like such a fucked up slut for wanting a memory like that."