Roommates and lovers
written by:
JL

Andrea walked into the bedroom without knocking. Again. "Kylie, can I borrow your blue dress for—oh, hi, Ben."

I was naked. Kylie was naked too. Kylie and I were on Kylie's bed, and she was happily sucking my cock.

Kylie's my girlfriend. She's a short blonde who looks like Britney Spears' horny little sister. We'd been dating about four months. Andrea, her roommate, is tall and dark, with long black hair and no inhibitions. Obviously.

Kylie's head bobbed up. "Kinda busy here." She pumped her hand up and down my shaft.

Andrea was wearing only a bra and panties, both black and flimsy, and one white sock. I looked her over, and smiled, but I was too lost in my impending orgasm to speak.

"Sorry. Can I borrow your blue dress? I'm going to the clubs with Glen and his friend."

"Sure. It's in the closet." With that, Kylie bent over and wrapped her lips around my dick again.

I watched Andrea's firm butt as she roamed through Kylie's closet. "Here," she said, holding up a short blue spaghetti-strap dress. "Thanks, K!"

"H-have fun," I sputtered.

When the door closed, Kylie came up again, and this time she scooted forward until she straddled my waist. "You want to fuck her, don't you?" she whispered.

"I'm a guy," I said, my hands steadying her hips. "I want to fuck every good-looking woman I meet."

"Figures." She sank down, and I pushed up, grunting as our bodies met. My cock slid into her slick pussy, and I stretched up to kiss her nipples.

"Mmm," Kylie said. "She's never had it this good—oh! Yessss . . .."

We rocked back and forth. Our clothes were scatted across the floor. Her shades were up—anyone in the building across the street could see us. I didn't care. I kissed Kylie's other breast, sucking the nipple into my mouth. I grabbed her ass and squeezed, hard. She yelped.

Hands on my chest, she pumped up and down on my cock. Her face was red and she had a dazed look in her eyes. I ran my tongue over my lips and she laughed.

My arms around her back, I rolled until I was on top of her. Kylie grunted at my weight, but then gasped as I drove into her, deep and hard. "Yeaahh . . .," she moaned. "She can dream about this, but . . . but . . . ohhh. . . ." She lifted her legs, wrapped then around my back, and thrust her body up to meet mine.

"Shit, that's good," I murmured. I was ramming her, watching her body shake, biting my lip to keep from cumming. Kylie was gasping, then moaning my name over and over, rocking her head back and forth on the sheets.

My arms were trembling. I couldn't hold out much longer and neither could Kylie. My cock hammered into her and I saw the veins in her neck pulsing, saw the sweat glistening between her tits. She tightened her legs, hooking her ankles around my butt, and then she screamed. "YAAAHH!!! . . .yeeahhhh . . . AHHHH!! . . . Ben! Ben Ben Ben Ben Ben . . . Oh."

I exploded as she kept moaning my name, grinning as her body seemed to respond to each spurt of cum as if she was drawing it in. She eventually stopped screaming and lowered her legs but I kept cumming, and she held my hips to keep my inside her until all I had left were warm drips of cum dribbling from my half-hard cock.

"Oh, boy," she murmured. "Oh, yes."

"Kylie?" Andrea was standing inside the door. "Can I borrow your black shoes?"

* * *

Kylie's a sales rep for an IT company. We met at my office when she brought in a technician to repair some of our computers. I got a date with her that night, but we didn't have sex until two weeks later because she was breaking up with a guy. The first time was in my car in her parking garage. We couldn't wait until after dinner.

I met Andrea the next day. She walked into Kylie's room to borrow a sweater. I was half-asleep on Kylie's bed, naked, and Andrea looked me over once, winked at Kylie who was getting ready for work, and took the sweater with a quick "Thanks, K!" When Kylie didn't get jealous or act threatened I relaxed.

I saw her naked once, when I was in the shower and she opened the door on me. "Are you done yet—Oops!" She stood there, nude, her hair tied back, her breasts pointing at my chest, and just smiled. "Thought you were Kylie. Finish up, huh? I've got to get dressed." She closed the door. And waited in the bathroom for me to get out of the shower, so I couldn't even jack off at the memory. She checked me out thoroughly when I stepped out of the stall and grabbed a towel, then jumped under the running water and closed the door.

It was weird, but Kylie never seemed to mind that her roommate was so casual about walking around like an exhibitionist and checking me over. We were having sex often, but it wasn't exclusive—she had a guy at the office, and the woman upstairs from my apartment invites me up for fun and games whenever her husband is out of town. So she didn't act possessive, which made it easy for me to accept and enjoy Andrea's presence.

One Saturday we went to the beach. Andrea wore an orange bikini that was practically illegal, and I couldn't keep my eyes off her even though Kylie was in a leopard print suit that looked at least two sizes too tight. Andrea's boyfriend at the time kept glaring at me, and Kylie finally dragged me off to a changing room where we spent an hour working off my lust. They were gone when we came back, so I guess everyone got what they wanted.

I'd never made a move on Andrea, though. It just seemed too risky. And Kylie was more than enough for me. We tried every position: she liked to be on top, and I liked watching her breasts bounce as she rode me. She wasn't a showoff like Andrea, but she liked to dress in flashy clothes when we were out, and she liked doing it in different places—the car, the laundry room, the roof of her building, the beach. We even did it in the park one afternoon, quick and dirty, just pulling our shorts down and going at it in the afternoon sun. We had to leave fast when a couple of teenagers wandered by, but we continued at my place until midnight.

So anyway, that night Kylie and I rested and ordered some pizza. She wore only a short robe when the guy delivered it, and he got a good view of her short, lovely legs and her cleavage when she signed the credit card bill. After the pizza we went back to her bedroom for another round. That lasted a few hours, and after she came and I came we both collapsed on the bed and dropped off to sleep, still tangled up around each other with cum smearing our sweaty bodies.

Kylie woke me. I blinked at her clock radio in the darkness. Why had she turned off the lights? It was 11:32. She shook me again.

I yawned. "Are you ever satisfied?"

"Ssh!' she hissed. "Come here."

"Wha--" But she pressed her hand over my mouth and yanked on my arm. I got up, feeling unsteady. The only light in the room was a slit from the door, halfway open.

Kylie took my hand and led me silently to the door, two fingers over her lips. I nodded. We stood behind the door, Kylie in front, and leaned forward, peering into the living room.

Andrea was sitting on the couch in Kylie's blue dress and shoes. One of her spaghetti straps dangled on her shoulder, and the dress was dangerously close to slipping down over her boobs. Her latest boyfriend didn't seem to mind. His name was Glen, and he was pretty decent guy who paid for everything, treated her well, and didn't go crazy every time another man looked at her,

But Glen wasn't the only guy with her. Andrea was on the couch between him and another guy I'd never seen before, a muscular black man in a T-shirt. He had a thick mustache. She was kissing Glen, her tongue halfway down his throat, and she had a hand on the other guy's leg, running it up and down between his knee and his crotch.

He stroked her bare shoulder with one hand. His eyes were on Andrea's legs. The dress lay halfway up her thighs, and her legs fluttered wit pleasure as she made out with Glen. As we watched I saw the guy move his other hand to her thigh, trailing his fingers across her skin.

After a minute she pulled away from Glen, twisted her body around, and pulled the other guy's lips to hers. His hand went further up Andrea's thigh as their tongues met each other. Glen sat back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a smile of anticipation on his face. He sure didn't mind his girlfriend frenching another guy right in front of him. After a minute he reached up and slowly pulled Andrea's other strap down, and the top of the dress slipped to expose one breast. Her nipple looked bigger and darker than I remembered from my brief glimpse in the shower. Then I couldn't see it anymore because Glen's hand closed around it in a squeeze that drew a gasp from his girlfriend's mouth as she kissed the other guy.

"Oh my god," Kylie whispered.

"Does she know we're here?" I asked quietly.

"Do you think she cares?"

Maybe Andrea got off on the idea of other people watching her. She sure wasn't bothered by letting Glen pulled the dress further down as she made out with his friend. Her other boob popped free and Glen reached for that, moving in to kiss her hard nipple.

The other guy's hand was up inside her panties, and she squirmed as he fingered her. Andrew had her arms around both men, pulling them close, and then she suddenly straightened her back and pushed them away. "Okay," she said. "Let's get naked. Naked. Now!"

Glen sat back and began to hurriedly unbutton his shirt. The other guy frowned, stood up, and unpeeled his T-shirt as Andrea lifted her butt off the coach and slid her panties down her long legs. She was watching the black guy as he unsnapped his belt.

The guy shoved his jeans down, and his boxers, too, and his thick dark cock sprang forward like a python. Andrea smiled, and Kylies gasped softly. I'm not into other guys at all, no way, but even I could see that this guy's penis would be something every woman would drool over.

"Well, okay," the guy said. "I'm ready."

Andrea leaned forward and pulled her dress up over her head, Glen helped, his pants down around his ankles. She'd lost her bra somewhere, and when the dress came off she was naked except for Kylie's shoes. Glen stared proudly at her, his eyes on her firm tits, and he kicked at his shoes.

The other guy just walked toward her, his cock jutting forward. Andrea reached out and wrapped her hand around it. The guy closed his eyes and grunted. Leaning toward him, Andrea opened her mouth and sucked it inside, running her hands over his ass.

The guy put one hand on her neck, not pushing her, just holding himself steady as Andrea took more and more of his prick inside her mouth. Glen's shoes flew across the room, and then he had his hands at her crotch, stroking her pussy, his own thin penis sticking straight up into the air.

I was standing behind Kylie, and my cock was poking at her butt. She wiggled against me with a soft giggle, and I slid her arms around her as we watched.

For a few minutes Andrea worked on the guy's cock with her mouth as he groaned, quietly at first but then louder and louder. Just when I thought he was ready to cum Andrea pulled back. Glen's hand had her pussy nice and wet, but she pushed it away and rolled over, knees on the floor, ass in the air.

"Glen, I want Harvey to screw me," she whispered. She kissed Glen while reaching for his skinny dick. She rubbed it up and down, then looked over her bare shoulder. "Harvey? Are you ready?"

"Oh, yeah," Harvey said. Kylie and I watched him sink to his knees behind Andrea and grab her butt firmly in his hands. From our angle we could just see him plunge the head of his cock between her thighs and inside her pussy.

Andrea lifted her head with a sharp "Ahh!" of pleasure, then dipped down to take Glen's cock in her mouth. He sat back on the couch, a huge grin on his face, and massaged Andrea's shoulders as she sucked him.

Harvey started out slow, taking his time. Andrea moaned around Glen's prick and shoved back to meet Harvey's cock, holding onto Glen's leg for balance. Harvey leaned forward, reaching down to grab Andrea's swinging tit. Glen groaned loudly.

I had my arms around Kylie's waist and one finger up her pussy, teasing her clit. She squirmed, pressing her butt back against my hard cock. I'd thought I was finished for the night, but the view of Andrea taking on two men at once had my engines throbbing again. But I didn't want to pull Kylie away. We both wanted to watch.

Harvey was going hard and fast now, grunting quietly with each thrust, his cock deep inside Andrea up to his balls. Beads of sweat ran down the middle of his back, and I could see Kylie's eyes fixed on his clenched butt.

Glen had thrown his head back, urging his prick further down Andrea's throat, one leg twitching next to her shoulder. He was breathing in deep gasps and he clutched one arm of the couch, his fingers red. Andrea stroked his shaft as her face went up and down, a frantic look in her eyes as Harvey pounded her.

I reached up for Kylie's breasts and squeezed one. My own breath was pretty ragged, and she was panting from my second finger inside her slit. Damn, I wanted to bend her over and slam it inside her right now. My cock was throbbing. But we didn't dare disturb the scene in front of us. I kissed her shoulder and we kept watching.

Andrea lifted her face and Glen's prick popped from her mouth. She ran her fist up and down his shaft fast, her eyes shut tight, gasping at every one of Harvey's hard thrusts. Glen groaned and came, his cum spurting up from his prick and running down over Andrea's hand as she kept pumping. She leaned down to lick some of it up, then jerked up and cried out. "Oh!" she shrieked as she came. "Ah! Yesss! Damn yes! Yes! Ahhh . . ."

Harvey dug his fingers into her ass and came as well, his butt quivering. He held himself deep inside Andrea, biting his lip, his eyes glassy and glazed. He seemed to tremble all over, and then he fell back, his cock dripping, a wide smile on his face.

That was all I could take. I pulled Kylie away from the door, and we stumbled toward the bed. Arms on the sheets, she spread her legs wide and looked over her shoulder as I reached between her thighs for her wet slit. Then I shot forward, plunging my dick inside her pussy urgently. She pulled a pillow to bury her face in as she moaned, and I tried to keep quiet too. But I was too far gone to care. I groaned out loud as I thrust in and out of her, the vision of Andrea's orgasm still streaming through my mind.

Kylie lifted her head for air. "Ahh . . ." she murmured, pushing back against me. "I like that," she whispered. "You liked it? I liked it, I love it, love it, love it . . ."

"You liked his cock?" I asked her, jabbing mine deeper inside her.

Her murmur became a growl. "Fuck me, Ben. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck fuck fuck ffff—"

She came, slamming her face into the pillow and beating her fists on the bed as he pussy clenched and squirmed and squeezed me. I was too excited to last any longer either, and I poured my cum into her like an erupting volcano, spurting hard even though I'd already had two or three orgasms that night. I slumped over her, gasping her name, feeling the cum and her juices trickle down my leg as the room spun.

"That was . . ." Kylie sighed.

"Yeah." I kissed the back of her neck and rolled off her, my dick limp.

And there was Andrea, standing in our doorway, a grin on her face. "Thought I heard some commotion in here."

I looked at her. She was still nude. Her breasts were still flushed, and her pussy was dripping. My cock stirred by reflex.

Kylie rolled over and blinked at her. "What'd you expect? After that show in there—"

Andrea laughed. "I didn't even think about anyone else being home. Glen brought this friend of his, and the minute I got a look at him . . .." She licked her lips.

"Yeah, I can see that. Anyone ever tell you you're a slut, K?"

She pouted. "I just like to have a good time."

"Looked like you were," Kylie said with a hint on envy in her voice.

Then Harvey appeared behind her, his prick half-hard. "Not done yet. Night is young."

I looked at Kylie. She was looking at his cock, and I could see it was having an affect on her. She darted a glance at me.

I shrugged. I wasn't really thrilled at the idea of her having sex with any other man right after our session, but I could hardly pretend our relationship was casual if I started to get possessive. And besides, I could see Andrea eying me suggestively.

"Come on." Andrea turned, and I watched her ass wiggle as she headed back into the living room. Harvey grinned and followed her.

Kylie didn't move. After a second she looked at me and said, "Is this going to be a problem?"

"I don't—I don't think so. If you really want to."

She looked away from me and nodded. "Okay. But—it's still us, right? You and me?"

"You and me." I kissed her.

She hopped up eagerly. "Are you going to fuck Andrea?"

"I sure as hell am not going to fuck Glen."

Kylie laughed. "No no no. But she's ready."

I smiled. "Lead the way."

She walked out of the bedroom. I couldn't help admiring her ass as I followed.

In the living room she stopped for a moment, suddenly shy. Andrea had turned on some music—light jazz—and Glen had brought a six-pack from the kitchen. He was seated in front of the TV, still naked, sipping beer. "Hey, Ben. Kylie."

"H-hi," Kylie said, looking at me for reassurance. I squeezed her shoulder.

Andrea took a long swallow of beer, set it on the table, and grinned. "Go sit next to Harve. I think he likes you."

Harvey's cock was already erect again. He patted the couch next to him.

Kylie smiled at me, then headed for the couch and sat down.

"So." Andrea put one hand on my shoulder. "Dance with a girl?"

"Sure." I put one hand on her hip, lightly. She put an arm around my waist and pulled me close enough for my cock to poke her leg.

We sort of danced, more intent on running our fingers over each other's bodies than moving to the music. Her nipples pressed into my chest, making me harder. Andrea giggled. I felt her hands on my butt while I stroked her back.

"Kylie really likes you," she whispered.

"I like her."

"Serious?"

I hadn't thought about it, but the prospect of marriage didn't fill me with dread. "Maybe."

"Huh." She rested her head on my shoulder for a moment, and I felt her lips on my neck. "But not yet."

"Not tonight, anyway."

She looked over toward the couch, and I followed her eyes. Kylie was rubbing his muscular chest with a huge smile on her face while Harvey played with her breasts, squeezing, caressing, fondling them. Her hands slipped down his stomach, drawing closer and closer to his hard dark prick.

"I listen to you guys," Andrea murmured. "I wondered what you can do to make her moan like, and what she does that keeps you going at it all night. It gets me so damn horny."

"Like when you walk into the room with only your underwear?"

She chuckled. "I really needed to borrow a dress."

"And now you need to borrow something else?"

"I don't need to . . . but I want to." And she placed her hand around my dick.

Glen had turned the TV on, sound off, and was watching sports highlights. Go figure. Kylie was rubbing her lips up and down Harvey's shaft, licking every inch. Harvey just watched her, rubbing her shoulder every now and then.

Andrea was rubbing my cock as well, tickling the tip, swinging my balls. I had my hands on her breasts. They were warm and firm. I bent my head to kiss them, and Andrea purred.

"Are you ready?" she whispered. I felt her hand on my cock. "You just came—a pretty good one, from what I saw."

I looked over at Kylie. She didn't see me, because she was trying to fit Harvey's cock into her mouth. She was having trouble—it was bigger and thicker than mine, but she stretched her lips and worked her way steadily down the shaft. Harvey was stroking her pussy and I saw moisture dripping from it—mine mixed with hers. I hoped Harvey didn't mind. Kylie moaned and opened her legs wider, and Harvey inserted his middle finger inside her. She squirmed, but kept her lips around Harvey's shaft.

It was like watching an X-rated video and knowing all the performers. I could imagine what Harvey was feeling, and my cock twitched.

"Ready when you are," I told Andrea.

With a wicked grin she pulled the cushion off a chair and pushed me down. I sat on the cushion and she crouched between my legs, licking my shaft. "I can taste Kylie," she giggled, then ran her tongue over the tip to catch some of the leaking precum. "And I can taste you."

She sat up, pulling my legs together, and scooted on top of my, her legs straddling my waist. I stared at her pussy as she lowered it, and smiled as it began to envelop my cock. "Oohh," Andrea whispered as she sank down, taking me up inside her. "That's good. I wanted . . . that . . . ahhh."

She began to rock back and forth on my cock. I reached up for her tits. Her nipples were stiff and red. She closed her eyes as I squeezed them and started moving faster.

I glanced over at the couch. Kylie was flat on her back now, one leg on the floor and the other wrapped around Harvey's horizontal body. He was easing his prick into her, a look of stern concentration on his face, and she was arching her body up toward him to push it inside. When he finally plunged down and slid it all the way inside her, Kylie sighed. She had her hands on his butt and she pulled him down, not letting him move for a moment while she enjoyed the sensation of his huge cock. When he got impatient and began to thrust steadily she rubbed her hands on his chest, panting hard with each downstroke.

Andrea leaned down, and I took one of her nipples into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. She reared back up and began bouncing up and down on me. Her breasts jiggled enticingly. I ran my hands along her smooth legs, teasing the inside of her thighs. They were hot and sweaty, and I could feel the muscles inside them trembling.

After a moment she grabbed my hands and pulled them to her hips and started groaning, and I knew she was cumming hard and fast. I dug my fingers into her skin as she rammed down on me one last time. She threw her head back and I expected an earth-shattering scream, but all that came out of her mouth was a small, sharp gasp of pleasure as my pussy flooded my skin. "Yeah," she whispered intensely, "yeah . . . yeah . . . oh, yeah."

Then I came, pumping up into her with everything I had. For a moment her body was gone, no weight at all, and my body vanished too, except for my bursting prick and her tight pussy clenched around it. I spurted and spurted again as the floor spun underneath me. My cock kept spurting for what seemed like hours until the room came back and I saw Andrea still sitting on top of it, smiling down at me.

"Felt like a jackhammer," she said. "I didn't think you had it in you."

"Lots more—where that came from," I muttered, even though I felt completely empty now.

But a look over at my girlfriend actually revived me a little. Kylie had her hands on Harvey's shoulders as he pounded her, his butt a blur of motion. Kylie's breasts rolled back and forth with every thrust, and she was pushing her foot down on the floor to meet him while she had her other leg straight up toward the ceiling. Sweat ran down Harvey's face and he groaned like an animal, plunging in and out of her at a furious pace.

And Kylie was moaning, "Ben . . . Ben . . . Ben . . .!"

Andrea laughed. "You're inside her head."

From across the room Glen belched.

Andrea pulled herself off me just in time to watch Harvey slam down into Kylie and cum, bellowing with the feeling of release. Kylie closed her eyes and her body shuddered as she came a moment later with a soft cry that Harvey's shouting almost drowned out.

Harvey gave her a few more thrusts as he pumped into her, and Kylie shivered with pleasure, moaning louder and louder as he finished. He pulled out of her and reached down to rub her clit, and her body tensed. "Yes!" she exploded. "That's it, that's it, yes, oh, fuck, ohh . . ." She grabbed his hand, pressing it to her pussy, and gave one last loud gasp. Then she looked up over at us. "Hi, there," she whispered lazily.

"Like that, K?" Andrea asked.

"Oh, yes." She looked up at Harvey. "That was—wait a minute. Did I—your name? Did I . . .?"

Harvey laughed. "After that you can call me any name you want, baby."

"Okay." She closed her eyes. "Sorry."

We laughed. Then a cellphone rang.

"Damn." Harvey reached for his pants and pulled a pocket inside out. "It's—hello? Yeah. Okay." He hung up. "Gotta go. My wife."

"Need a ride?" Glen asked.

"You in any shape to drive?"

He stood up and walked a perfectly straight line to his clothes. "I'm fine."

In five minutes they were dressed and gone. I wondered if they'd somehow pre-arranged the phone call to get them out of here. "Wham bam thank you ma'am," I said.

"Well, I don't keep them around for their conversation," Andrea laughed. She stretched, still naked, and rubbed her pussy.

Kylie sat up and yawned. "I need a shower." She bent down to kiss me, then got up and staggered toward the bathroom, leaving me alone with Andrea.

I reached for a lukewarm beer. After all the sex I'd had I needed refreshment. And it gave me something to do apart from watching Andrea's nude body and wondering if I could achieve another erection before Kylie got out of the shower.

Andrea saw me looking, and smiled. "What a night, huh?"

"What a night," I agreed.

"You know . . ." She looked toward the bathroom door. "I think I need a shower, too."

I watched her ass as she opened the door, and heard the water running inside. What the fuck? Andrea left the door open. This I had to see.

"What—oh, hi." I got there in time to see Andrea shut the glass door. The shower's big, with grab bars all around. You could fit three or four people inside—if they're close friends. The door is almost transparent. I could saw Kylie move away from the spray to let her roommate get beneath the water.

"Feels good?" Andrea asked as I sat down.

"Real good. Uhh, what are you . . .." I saw Andrea's hand on Kylie's hip, and then her head lowered to my girlfriend's breast.

"Real good," Kylie repeated. "That's . . . nice."

"Yeah," Andrea murmured. She moved behind Kylie, wrapping her arms around her. "Sometimes after some good hard sex with a guy there's nothing better than some good soft sex with another girl." She kissed Kylie's shoulder.

"I never . . . well, just once, in college . . . Ooh." I could see Andrea's hands cupping her tits, and the two women swayed gently under the falling water.

To my amazement, I felt my dick hardening again. This was the craziest day and night I'd ever had, including the weekend where I spent all night with the woman upstairs from my apartment and then Saturday with Kylie, and then Saturday night with a girl I went to college with who was in town for a job interview.

But this was better. I leaned forward as the hot mist began to cloud the door, and my hand wandered on its own to my prick. As I watched, Andrea sent one hand down between Kylie's legs. Kylie tensed, and for a moment I thought she'd freak and run out of the shower. But she shifted her feet to give Andrea better access and leaned back into her roommate's arms.

Andrea rested against one of the grab bars. I couldn't see her fingers but from the way Kylie squirmed I could imagine they were already inside her. "Oooh . . .," Kylie moaned softly. "I can't—Oh! Yesss . . .."

Andrea's arms moved sensuously in the steam, and then she slid out from behind Kylie and gently pushed her against the shower wall. Kylie gripped the grab bars as Andrea knelt between her legs. I heard her giggle as she stroked the inside of Kylie's thighs, and then Kylie gasped as Andrea kissed her pussy.

Andrea's head moved, and I saw one of her hands on Kylie's leg. I couldn't see her other hand, but it looked as if it had drifted down between her own thighs. My own hand was sliding up and down my cock as I watched and listened.

Andrea was murmuring softly, but Kylie was growing louder as her body trembled beneath the hot water. "Oh, yes," she moaned. "I never . . . yes . . . that's so, so, so, sooo . . . Oh!"

Andrea's head moved back and forth. I knew what she was tasting, knew how Kylie would respond. She loved being eaten out. I wished I could see her eyes, but at least I could hear her gasping and moaning. Andrea made noise too, a low humming sound that vibrated Kylie's clit. She had one hand on Kylie's ass and she was pushing her face deeper against her pussy as Kylie clutched the bar, bending her knees to give her roommate better access to her throbbing slit.

After a few moments Andrea leaned back, breathing hard. I saw her hand move to Kylie's thighs and then she had a finger or two in her pussy, thrusting at it like a dildo. Kylie stretched up on her toes and looked down at her naked, wet roommate. "I'm gonna . . . gonna . . . keep doing it . . . Andreaaa. . ."

"That's right, baby," Andrea said, her hand moving fast. "Just let it happen . . . Let it come, come for me, come on, you need it, you want it, come on, Kylie . . .."

"Yes yes yes," she moaned, shaking hard. "Yes, yes, you're doing it, yes. Oh! Annnn—Annddddeeee—Annndddrreeeaaaa!" She screamed.

"That's it," Andrea urged her. "That's right." She leaned in and kissed Kylie's clit again, and Kylie's arms relaxed and she sagged to the floor of the shower, cradling her roommate's head between her breasts.

"Oh my god," she murmured. "Oh my god, that was—that was . . . Andrea?"

"Yeah?"

"Can we get out of the shower now?"

She laughed. Reaching up, she shut off the water. "You're not finished, you know."

"I know," Kylie said eagerly. "I just want—oh. Ben?"

I was seconds away from spurting all over the bathroom floor. "Yeah. Hi."

Andrea twisted around and pushed the door open. Water dripped from her hair and shoulders. "I thought I heard something."

"You're going to see something in a minute," I grunted, my balls trembling.

"Let me see!" Kylie leaned around Andrea, her hands on her roommate's shoulders. "Oh, yeah. I like this."

"He likes it too, I guess," Andrea said, smiling at me.

I came, watching them together, my cock exploding and shooting cum in an arc over the tile. Even after all the sex I'd had I kept cumming for a long time, and when I finished I let my hand drop with a loud sigh of relief.

Kylie applauded, clapping her wet hands. Andrea nodded. "Very nice."

"There's more where that came from," I said. "But not for a while."

"Oh, I think we're okay." She winked at Kylie. "Right?"

"Yeah." She smiled. "Throw us a towel, Ben?"

"My pleasure." I watched them towel each other off, and by the time they finished they were both wet in other areas the towel couldn't take care of.

"Why don't you clean that up," Andrea said, pointing to my cum on the floor, "and then you can join us in--" She looked at Kylie. "Your place or mine?"

"I've never done it in your bed," Kylie said.

"Yes, we have," I reminded her.

"Just that one time."

Andrea laughed. "Come on, then. This party isn't over yet."

I hurried to finish wiping up so I could join them.