So, I’m 19, just moved into this tiny ass apartment with my roommate, who’s like my bestie from high school. She’s 20, super chill, but her boyfriend (21) is over ALL the time. Like, I swear he practically lives here. He’s cute, kinda cocky, always strutting around shirtless showing off his abs. Anyway, this one night last week, shit got wild and I can’t stop thinking about it. I’m typing this on my phone so sorry for any typos lol.
It was like 1 a.m., I couldn’t sleep, and I was horny as fuck. My roommate was out at some party, and I thought I had the place to myself. I’m in my room, door half-open cause it’s hot as hell and the AC is trash. I’m lying on my bed, no clothes, just vibin’ with my vibrator, getting real into it. I’m talking legs spread, moaning a little too loud, fingers teasing my clit while the vibe’s buzzing deep in my pussy. I’m so wet it’s dripping down my ass, and I’m just chasing that high, ya know?
Outta nowhere, I hear the front door slam. I freeze, but I’m too close to stop, like my body’s screaming *finish, you idiot*. Then I hear footsteps, and before I can even grab a blanket, her boyfriend walks in. He stops dead, eyes wide, staring at me with my legs open and the vibe still humming. I’m shook, but he just smirks, doesn’t even look away. His dick’s already hard, I can see it through his jeans, and I’m like, *what the actual fuck is happening?*
I should’ve yelled at him to get out, but I’m so turned on it’s stupid. Instead, I just keep going, staring him down, rubbing my clit harder. He’s leaning against the doorframe now, all casual, like he’s watching a damn movie. “Don’t stop on my account,” he says, voice all low and cocky. My heart’s pounding, and I’m dripping even more, my pussy throbbing. I’m thinking, *this is so wrong, but fuck it*. I crank the vibe up, let out a loud moan, and cum so hard my legs shake, squirting a little on the sheets. He’s just standing there, rubbing his dick through his pants, smirking like he owns me.
I’m panting, trying to catch my breath, when he steps closer. “You’re fucking hot,” he says, unzipping his jeans. His dick springs out, thick and hard, precum already beading at the tip. I’m still buzzing from my orgasm, and my brain’s like, *girl, you’re gonna regret this*. But my body’s not listening. I nod at him, like, *go for it*. He climbs on the bed, grabs my thighs, and slides his dick right into my pussy, no hesitation. It’s so big it stretches me, and I’m gasping, clawing at his back. He’s pounding me hard, balls slapping my ass, grunting like an animal. I’m so wet it’s loud, like sloppy wet sounds filling the room. I cum again, screaming, and he keeps going, fucking me through it till I’m a shaking mess.
Then he pulls out, flips me over, and shoves his dick in my mouth. I’m gagging, tasting myself on him, and he’s gripping my hair, fucking my face. “Swallow it,” he growls, and when he cums, it’s hot and thick, filling my mouth. I swallow, half choking, half loving it. He zips up, winks, and just walks out like nothing happened. I’m lying there, covered in sweat and cum, heart racing, thinking, *what the fuck did I just do?*
Next morning, my roommate’s acting normal, no clue. He hasn’t said shit, but every time he’s over now, he gives me this look, like he knows I’m thinking about his dick. I’m so ashamed, but I’m also so turned on every time I see him. I can’t tell her, right? Like, how do you even start that convo? I’m lowkey addicted to the thrill, but I know this is messed up. Should I tell her? Or just let him sneak in again? Fuck, I’m a mess.