The Roommate 🤍 2.9.4

In which Kate finally gets the cream

“What a fucking dream,” I say aloud.

I get out of bed and ball up my sheets, then head down the stairs to the laundry room. I add my sheets to a load that includes four towels without thinking about the significance of that number, start the washer, and walk back to the kitchen to have a drink of orange juice. I am standing there, the light from the fridge splashing out on my naked form, when I hear a voice from behind me.

“Straight from the carton, huh?”

I spray a bit of orange juice on the outside of the right hand door of the fridge in surprise and turn.

Kate is standing in the kitchen doorway, smirking at me in her pajamas from earlier, still with a missing button and therefore showing a lot of cleavage. She looks down at my package pointedly and then back up at me.

I try to cover myself with one hand but my cock is instantly hard again, and it’s futile. “I’m sorry,” I say. “I forgot you were here.”

“I heard you start the washing machine,” she says, walking past me to the counter and picking up a banana.

I look at the clock on the oven. It’s four thirty, earlier than I usually wake up but late enough that trying going back to sleep will be pointless. Especially in these circumstances.

“Yeah, I had to wash some sheets.” I put away the orange juice and drop my other hand to cover my package.

Let’s be sure you can find me for next time…

“At four thirty,” she says. “I know you said you get up early, but wow. A commitment to cleanliness or just some... good dreams?” She giggles at my discomfort. “You really don’t need to bother covering up. We’re roomies! Shit happens!” As she says this, she shrugs in such a way that her arms push her breasts together, creating two spherical globes that squish together in the large window her loose top is showing.

Kate peels the banana and makes eye contact with me before inserting it a little too far, a little too slowly into her mouth before biting down.

I swallow and hear a dry click in my throat.

“So, what happens now?” she asks as she chews.

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“Are you going to go upstairs and jerk off, or should we stop pretending we aren’t going to be fucking like rabbits for the next three weeks?”

“The ‘stop pretending’ one,” I say. “That’s my vote.”

Kate grins. “Your shyness really is as endearing as Charlotte said it is.”

“Oh yeah?” I say, letting my hands drop from my crotch. “She told me I should wait till morning if I could.”

“And you did! I was starting to wonder what it was going to take. She didn’t tell me I had to wait till morning.”

“What did she tell you?” I ask

“She said, ‘He’s been fantasizing about you for years. Tease him until he’s ready to pop and then blow his fucking mind.’”

“That’s my girl,” I murmur, leaning back against the counter with my cock sticking up and out at an obscene angle.

“So what do you say?” she asks, unbuttoning another button on her shirt and licking the banana. “Should I blow your fucking mind?”

I notice the wrapped package on the end table that is from Charlotte for us. Kate follows my gaze and sets down her banana, clapping her hands excitedly.

“That’s right! It’s morning now, so we can open this.”

She crosses to the table, picks up the large package, and brings it back to set it down on the counter. I step forward, curious in spite of myself, as Kate rips off the wrapping. Inside is a box with a sheet of paper and two smaller boxes.

“’Welcome to the Sex Randomizer. Since you two have comparable sex drives and you’re going to be living together, I wanted to offer you this tool for your enjoyment,’” Kate reads aloud from the paper. “’In each of these boxes you will find slips of paper that contain locations, situations, sex acts, or other variables. In order to use them, you must each commit to pulling a slip of paper from the box and then follow through on what is written there, no matter what. For example, if one of you draws, “give head” and the other one draws, “car,” then the one who drew “give head” is committed to do so, in the car.’”

“Holy shit,” I say, looking at Kate, who is beaming.

“This is going to be so fun,” she says, then continues reading. “’There are no other rules. I love you both. I’ll be back on Christmas Eve. Until then, happy fucking!’”

Kate sets the paper down. “I do want to play this game,” she says. “But first, I feel so bad for how I’ve been teasing you. You were so valiant trying to stick to Charlotte’s suggestion and all I did was torment you.”

She walks around the counter and steps into my personal space. “Will you let me make good on it before we start the game?”

“Oh, I don’t— you don’t have to— “ I begin, but she cuts me off.

“I don’t know what Charlotte’s told you,” she says. “I’m kind of a submissive sometimes. I like for you to guide the experience and I get off on the fact that you’re doing what you want.”

Kate is very close to me now, standing so that my cock is sticking out just an inch away from her stomach.

“I realize I’m taking a more dominant role in this moment, which is why I point it out. Most of the time, I’m not. Most of the time, I like to be a... plaything.” She unbuttons the last two buttons on her shirt, and it drifts open, the flannel catching on her stiff nipples and not fully opening on its own.

“So this time, all I need from you is to nod your overstimulated head so that I can take care of you,” Kate finishes.

I nod my head, feeling like I’m in a dream again. I have a memory of seeing Diana of Themyscira put her mouth on my cock and instantly cumming, and have a moment to wonder if this will repeat itself now.

Kate smiles and takes my hand, leading me to the couch. She sits me down and climbs onto my lap, pinning my cock so it lays upright against her hips and stomach, touching the smooth skin around her belly button.

“First things first,” she says, and shrugs off her shirt. “I know you’re a tit man just from how you’ve been staring, so here they are.”

My first look at her naked breasts does not disappoint. They are large and full, hanging slightly to either side with a bit of natural sag that makes my arousal spike. She has medium-sized nipples that are just north of small, sticking out and begging to be licked. I ogle them and look up at her. “May I?”

“Please,” she says, arching a saucy eyebrow at me.

I put my hands on her hips and slide them slowly up her sides, feeling her soft, smooth skin as I go. I reach her ribcage and hesitate for a moment as my thumbs contact the undersides of her breasts, then bring my fingers around to squeeze them. Kate breathes a sigh just as I do, and I cup the weight of her breasts in my palms and bounce them slightly, watching them jiggle. I squeeze them again, rolling my palms around and feeling the firm yet yielding flesh. I drag my thumbs across her nipples, watching them resist and then give and poke back out on the other side. I hold her breasts together and watch how they mold to one another, imagining my cock in between them, slick with saliva and erupting with cum. I lean forward and stick my tongue out, dragging it across one nipple. Kate gasps as I touch it, then the other, then brush them with my thumbs again before latching on with my mouth and sucking on it.

“Holy fuck,” she says. “Charlotte said no one had ever worshipped her tits like you, but fuck!”

I squeeze and massage, putting my face in between them and holding them together. I feel Kate’s hand reach down and close around my cock, starting to stroke it. I am lost in a heaven of warm, soft flesh, drowning with no intention of coming up for air.

“I don’t want you to stop,” she says, “but I do want to make another request. I’ve never wanted this before, but, will you cum on my tits?”
I groan into her tits and suck her other nipple hard, nibbling and then saying around it, “Yes, right now.”

She pulls away and slips to the floor, putting her tits right on my thighs in front of my cock and stroking. She spits on my cock and jerks it with both hands.

“Damn, this is a nice cock,” she breathes, and I explode, painting her tits with my white, hot spunk. It splashes up to her collarbone across the tops of her jiggling tits and flows into her cleavage. She drags the tip across each of her nipples in a way that is oddly familiar to me as it continues to pump out cum. She is moaning and leaning her head back as I grunt out my pleasure in whispers and moans. My orgasm subsides, as all must, but it is infinitely more satisfying than the ones I had yesterday trying to resist this exact pleasure until the right moment.

Kate holds my cock in one hand and slaps it lightly against her left breast, making it shake and jiggle, the flesh rippling out in little shockwaves from the point of impact. “Oh my god,” she says. “Maybe it’s just because we edged yesterday, but fuck that was hot.” She looks down at herself. “Look what you did to my boobs! You slathered them with cum!”

“Fuck,” I say. “They’re perfect. That was amazing.” My head drops back against the couch cushions and I rub my eyes.

“Yeah... it really was,” she says. “Who would’ve thought? Thanks, roomie.”

Kate stands, picking up her shirt off the floor and using it to wipe her chest.

“Let’s have some breakfast and then use the Randomizer!” she says brightly.

I collect myself off the couch and make my way upstairs to put on some clothes. This is going to be a wild three weeks.

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