Kelly and Melissa sat in the kitchen alcove sharing a pot of tea and finishing off the croissants Melissa brought back from her job at the coffee shop. It was a lazy Sunday morning. Both slept late and neither had completely woken up yet. They stretched and yawned, wiping the sleep out of their eyes.
Melissa listened intently as her roommate detailed the night before. She spent it with her boyfriend Greg. She lived vicariously through her roommate's adventures. Being younger and already immersed in her work and college schedule she rarely had time to date. She took a lot of pride in her appearance; jogging regularly and making herself look good. She was beautiful; short bobbed black hair that accentuated her fair skin and a petite frame she kept tight and lean. Her breasts were small teardrops compared to Kelly's bosoms. She never thought of herself as beautiful though she was definitely attractive.
The older grad student lazily wiped butter on the fresh rolls. "Anyway, that's how it always is with him. I get him going, or he gets that way himself and there's no stopping him. Even if I fight it's no use. He gets his way and it's all I can do to not just give in every time."
Melissa gaped, always fascinated by the sex lives of her roommate and lover. They had been seeing each other for a few months and she learned soon after of his nature. Sexually, she found out, he was uncontrollable. At 26 he was a few years older than both of them and when he became excited her was a completely different person. Most times he was friendly and polite. He was an intelligent man, funny and sweet. Kelly once told her no man had ever treated her better. When he was turned on it was another matter completely. When he spent the night over the walls would shake from his exertions as he took her.
"But he's so quiet..." Melissa mused.
Kelly could only laugh, "and he is even quieter when he fucks me. He never says a word. He's loud, but it's only just grunts and growls." The older woman leaned toward her roommate and said in a quiet voice, almost whispering "He even bit me once, right on the shoulder. The mark stayed with me for the rest of the week." She coyly smiled. "I wore it like a badge and wore low cut blouses so people would notice."
They had a date planned for today she said, on this the only day they've had off together for the past three weeks. She expected him at his best, rough, forceful and take charge and, she said, she would do nothing but make it worse.
Melissa knew her roommate sensed her jealousy. Greg was a very good looking guy and she couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if she were in her shoes. Every night they had sex she would listen, silent and still, and try to picture what was taking place on the other side of the wall. He always came loudly and she could almost hear him breathe afterwards. She always masturbated furiously when they finished, pressing her face into the pillow so they wouldn't hear her and suspect her eavesdropping. That afternoon when he stopped by to pick her up, she planned to give him a good send off and help her roommate get him started.
When the doorbell rang Melissa was ready. Her clothes were in the dryer and she was wearing her lycra sports bra and bikini bottoms. Greg faltered for a moment when he first saw her. "Uh..Hi Melissa...is Kelly home?
She smiled sweetly and ushered him in. "Of course, she's just upstairs getting ready." With that she turned and walked to the laundry room, bending over to open the dryer in full view of where he waited. She made a scene bending over but tried not to be too obvious. She had a great butt, tight but well rounded. All the guys she ever dated loved to look at it, some even said that's why they went out with her. She took pride in it and did her best to capture Greg's attention with it, slowly bobbing it up and down as she made a show of retrieving her clothes. Dropping the clothes into the basket, she stood on the ball of her left foot, pushing her cheek out. Looking over her shoulder she could see him looking at her intently. His hands were balled into fists at his sides. He watched her shamelessly, his eyes traveling up and down her small body.
Just then Kelly bounded down the stairs, dressed in hiking boots, cargo shorts and a crisp white t shirt. Melissa noticed she was without a bra. She leapt into his arms and pressed her lips against his hungrily. "God I've missed you," she said, one hands rubbing his ass.
"Going hiking?" Melissa called out and Kelly jumped, unaware of her watching them.
"That's right," she said, now noticing that the young girl was barely dressed. "The Blue Hills." She raised an eyebrow at her and barely smiled. Melissa noticed Greg staring openly at his girlfriend's breasts. Taking her by the hand he pulled her out the door and left without a word. Kelly had just enough time to look back at her roommate and gave her a look, open mouthed and wide eyed, that let her know she was in for it.
Melissa spent the rest of the day sunning herself. Later that evening, while laying in the tub, she brought herself to a screeching orgasm as she imagined Greg having his way with her roommate off the trail in the secluded woods of the Blue Hills. She went to bed earlier than usual and drifted to sleep satiated but lonely.
