Melissa repeated the story Kelly told her over and over in her head. Pulling up her nightshirt, she stroked herself as she imagined her roommate's boyfriend taking her instead. She thought of being pushed on her back and him grabbing her ankles to force her legs open. She pictured his strong arms, his hands in her hair, how his cock would feel as it smacked against her small hips. She came several times, her fervent breathy and desperate moans the only sound in the dark room. She drifted to sleep soon after and did not wake until mid morning.
She sat at the kitchen table and poured herself a glass of orange juice. Her roommate stood at the counter, lazily wiping the sleep from her eyes.
"How'd ya sleep?"
They both broke into wide smiles. "Wonderfully," Kelly responded. "You know that phrase, 'you'll regret it in the morning'? It's never been truer than right now. Man, am I sore!"
She joined her roommate at the table and began eating. The younger Melissa noticed her changing positions almost constantly and dreamt of Greg taking her as her roommate described earlier that morning. Since she'd begun classes her schoolwork had been more than she imagined and she'd had to put off dating as a result. The only contact she had with men were in her study groups and the short conversations she had with Greg as he waited for Kelly. She'd had an interest in him for some time now that she'd done all she could to hide from her roommate.
Melissa couldn't explain why she felt that way. He wasn't her type at all, she was more attracted to the waifish, moody art students or creative types. Greg was none of those. He was tall, built squarely like a linebacker and far too conservative looking. His hair was short and well kept, his eyes were dark blue and but his hands...oh his hands...if there was one thing she'd never imagined exciting her, it was his hands. His hands were like the rest of him, wide, rough and plain. They were strong hands used to work. Many times she imagined his hands grabbing her, groping her breasts, grabbing her ass as she pulled away. When she closed her eyes she could feel the calluses of his palms abrading her skin.
Normally a very sexual person, her body was unaccustomed to the drought and she knew her nightly bouts of masturbation wouldn't suffice for long. Getting fucked by Greg became more and more of a reality the more she thought about it. She knew it had to happen, and she knew it wouldn't be difficult, the only problem was how it could without upsetting Kelly.
Just then the phone rang and when Kelly got up to answer it Melissa noticed her lower her voice and walk into the living room to have her private conversation. Melissa listened as well as she could but it was difficult to make out what they talked about.
"...No, I can't...sweetie...just yesterday...please...some other time?...it hurts...no more...not right now...no...I'm sorry..."
When she hung up the phone she returned to her bowl of Corn Flakes quietly. Melissa studied her, hoping she would speak but she said nothing. When she asked if it was Greg Kelly could only shake her head.
"He wants to see me today but I'm really not up to it. He wore me out yesterday and I didn't get enough sleep last night."
"So just tell him to screw off, you'll see him when you can."
Kelly only shook her head, unable to look her in the eyes. "It's not like that, Greg does what he wants, remember? If I don't let him he'll get really upset."
"So let him get upset," Melissa added, growing angry herself. "It will do him some good to go without once in a while."
Kelly finished her cereal silently and got up from the table, ending the conversation.
A little afternoon Greg arrived. Melissa was wearing her a black miniskirt and stockings with only a bra on top as if she was caught getting dressed. Greg couldn't help but ogle when she swung the door open.
"Here to see Kelly?"
After further prompting he could only nod, unwilling to take his eyes off her chest.
She smiled at him evilly, "Well I'm sorry Greg but she's taking a nap. Kind of worn out you know?"
He stood in the doorway, hands in his pockets like a child.
"Why don't you come in and wait for her. She should be awake soon."
He sat in the overstuffed easy chair in the living room, a piece of furniture Kelly and Melissa had always referred to as "the Throne". He reclined in the comfortable chair and put his feet up on the ottoman. Melissa got a glass of ice water and stood in the doorway, pressing it against her bra as she watched him. The chill of the glass perked up nipples and formed a damp patch on the black lace. She shivered slightly and rolled a nipple between her fingers as she cooled the other.
Taking a deep breath she steeled herself and walked to the side of the chair. "Thought you might like this," she said bending over to offer Greg the drink. He looked up at her and hesitated for a moment as he got a perfect view of her small, rounded breasts. He had fantasized about Melissa many times, even imagined it was her he fucked as he bent Kelly over and slid into her pussy. The two were so different, one the older, cynical grad student with the athletic, toned body and beautiful full tits. The other was more graceful, the intellectual, ambitious undergrad with the wispy body, soft voice and cute, model breasts.
She stood watching him, one foot behind the other, the tip of her finger in her mouth as he drank.
"You know Greg, we've never talked." He looked up from his glass. "I mean, all you do is come over here to pick up Kelly, give her a royal fucking till she can barely stand, drop her off and go home. You never stay and chat."
He fumbled over a response. She waited, letting him sweat it out. "It's ok, every girl needs to get laid now and then, even if she'd never admit it." She sat next to him on the armrest and casually laid a palm on his pectorals, casually caressing him. "You have an amazing chest. It's so well built. How do you get it like that?"
He was looking straight at her now, at her short skirt riding up her freshly smoothed legs...the tiny fold her skirt made when her legs crossed...he never noticed how fresh and warm she smelled..."Um...I go to the gym a lot..uh...pushups and things..."
"Really?" she cooed. "All that gets your this? I'm impressed." Her hand worked up his chest as her fingers playfully tugged on his nipple. He was quiet and motionless but she easily noticed the tenting in his shorts indicating his arousal. It caused her to smile to herself. Her fingers traced his collar and softly stroked his neck. Studying him, she admitted to herself that he really was attractive, beautifully featured face but so masculine. He had the body to match- rugged and well built. She doubted her had any trace of fat on him, so devoted he was to exercise.
Goosebumps appeared on his skin as she lightly stroked him. While she touched she noticed him easing himself into the chair and exhaling deeply. Oh no, she thought, it won't be this easy...
"Greg?" she whispered softly in her little girl-voice. He didn't respond, only gave into her touches. "Greg..." she cooed.
Still nothing.
