Part I: Alexa Sirrela
My buddies always told me, 'Never get a chick roommate. But if you have to, never get a hot chick roommate.' They said more than that, but the rest of their rant wasn't important.
I didn't listen. For one, the apartment was a damn steal. A nice living room separated the two bedrooms, no worries about the noise, we each had our own bathrooms, mine was community too but I didn't care, and a kitchen at the front by the entrance separated from the living room by a bar.
My room wasn't the largest, so my desk and laptop were in the living room, tucked near the back wall, the same wall that also shared my bedroom. My desk faced the kitchen. I didn't want people to see my computer screen when I was on it. Not that it was porn they would see, I fucking took that in my room and propped up on my bed, but still, private is private damn it. The way I flushed the desk with the wall, it was like my own cubicle. Mainly to write which was something I did often but also for other things. I liked being out in the living room, I liked the background noises.
Oh yeah, chick roommate. She just walked out to the kitchen, thanks for the reminder. I didn't really say that to her.
Her name was Renee, some South American heritage or some shit like that. She was tan. Sue me I didn't know exactly.
"Hey Renee," I screamed across the living room. "What's your ethnicity?"
Oh, okay. She's part Brazilian and part Swedish. Odd, but sexy. She had long black hair that she almost always gave a bit of a curl to, like bouncing spiral stair cases running down her back. Her chest was nice, she wasn't stacked but her waist was small, so she made it work, kind of like she was smuggling something in her bra you just needed to get your hands on.
She wasn't like that though, she had class. However that class was something I wished she'd break every time she batted her dark eyes at me. Long lashes over deep pools of brown, got me every time. Sorry, this story isn't about my roommate, she wasn't the problem. So to sum it up so you guys have a picture, Renee: five foot six, about 120 pounds, lean, a good C-cup, a tiny nose, and a sharp jaw. It didn't poke out all weird or anything, it was just slender. I liked it, but again, not about my roommate.
Shit, I think she knew I was writing about her. I kept looking up to get a decent description. She giggled and shook her head. She was in this form fitting plain white shirt and short shorts, the outfit before the outfit kind of thing. Maybe I looked a little too long.
That was kind of embarrassing. Whatever. She went into her room and shut that door so she was out of sight, out of mind.
This story, though already told at length about Renee, is not about her. It's about her friend, Alexa.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
I left my computer desk and answered the door. I knew Renee wouldn't hear the knocking since she was already drowning in her music in her room.
Speak of the fucking devil.
"Hey is Renee here?" Alexa asked as she brushed her long thin fingers, tipped with pink polish, across her forehead to stow a lock of her messy blonde hair behind her ear. She always keep her hair messy, more sexy, like 'this is what I look like after sex, but you'll never see it' kind of teasing bullshit. She liked it short too, I had my theories for that. All sexual, all not important. But I think she liked to keep her neck exposed, kind of a dirty 'it's okay if you choke me a bit in bed' invitation. Sorry one of my theories slipped out. Moving on.
Every time she spoke to me she seemed to pop up on her toes just a bit, just to get me to check out her damn chest. I fell for it every fucking time.
Her cleavage was like a narrow canyon, so smooth and curvy, disappearing into the darkness of her top. It called to my face, sung a sweet lullaby where I heard the rhythmic growl of a boat's engine being ripped to start. Motor. Boat. Motor. Boat.
Alexa Stackchest. That wasn't her last name. To be honest I didn't know it. I always made up shit just for my own laughs. Alexa Thinasfuck, Alexa PleasecanIfuckyou. Alexa Damnthatbikinibody. Stupid shit like that. Maybe I wasn't that clever, fuck you!
Let me try to paint a picture of this goddess.
She was short, five foot three maybe. She couldn't have been over one hundred pounds, unless her breasts put her over. Maybe. She filled C cups for sure, but with a frame that tiny, they looked bigger. I bet they were real.
I'm not ever sure how a figure that tight and petite can hold a bust like that.
Her ass was, to me, perfect. Popped out like a crescent moon from her profile, and from her back, her hips were like two parenthesizes with a thong swallowing ass in between. Fucking mouthwatering. I called it a puppy ass. So fine of ass you just wanted to follow it around like a little puppy. Again, maybe I wasn't that cleaver.
Her skin was fair, she didn't care to tan much, which I loved since I like my girls porcelain. Anyway I think blondes who are tan look a bit off. That was just me though. I also would bet she was completely hairless, everywhere.
Her lashes were long and she batted them plenty, I bet she never paid for a drink or a meal in her adult life. A single bat of her lashes or lick of her full pouty lips, which almost always glistened pink to match her nails, would have guys opening up their wallets, and their pants.
There were only two things about her that I didn't find pants tightening. Her nose was one. It was cute, ridiculously cute. A little button nose I wanted to just nibble, playfully not sexually. The other part was her eyes, they were blue, but more a dull blue like the ocean on a cloudy day. They were still beautiful but I didn't care for them as much as her other parts. I guess I should say her irises were eclipsed by other features.
To sum up, hour glasses were jealous of this Hooters girl from heaven. Oh yeah, she did work at hooters. But that wasn't the outfit she was wearing now. It was worse.
A white tank top, a bit like the hooters tank, I just wanted to spill a glass of water on, and this frilly black skirt short enough I thought I was playing peek a boo with her pussy. Damn she was a tease. She knew what she did to me.
"Hello?" she giggled.
Damn it, she caught me staring. Fuck! How long was I just standing there? She turned me to stone, in more ways than one. God damn Medusa.
"Yeah, sorry, she's in her room," I finally choke out, and in a grumble, I should have cleared my throat first. Damn it!
I pointed her to Renee's room, she already knew where it was, but I wanted to be polite. She thanked me and skipped around me, quickly, probably because she wanted me to sneak a peak of her ass as her skirt flipped up while she skipped by. Which I did look. Tease! Her squat booty ran perfect into her thighs. Fuck, she was in black thong. So hot!
Oh, and she had a bag slung over her shoulder, but I hardly noticed. I was staring at her ass the whole time. Now I got to go jack off.
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