I told my girlfriend Jenni not to come over. I told her my roommate Saule was in a bad mood, but she didn’t listen. She’d never seen him in one of his moods before. How dark he could get. How violent.
Me? Apparently I didn’t know how dark Jenni could get, either. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
She didn’t listen. She never listens to me. Jenni does what Jenni wants. And really, that’s why I fell in love with her in the first place.
Jenni was a ten foot tall firecracker packed into a five-foot-one frame. Tiny.
She had a pixie cut. Short fire engine red spiked hair with a black undercut. Tattoos from her shoulders down to her wrists and all over the rest of her body, too.
My favorites were a pair of simple black line skulls that encircled the nipples on her perky B-cup tits.
But what she lacked in tits, she more than made up for in ass. I don’t know how so much butt can fit on such a tiny frame, but when she wore panties, her butt cheeks would swallow almost all of the fabric in the back. This was only amplified by the fact that she loved to work out and did squats at least four days a week.
She was a self proclaimed bad bitch and she did whatever the fuck she wanted.
It always blew my mind that she chose me out of all the guys in our circle of friends who hung out at the heavy metal club to date. Fuck, she could have had any of them, but she chose me.
Sure I’m a big dude with my fair share of scary tats and a big beard, but truth me told, I’m a total pussy. I’ve never even been in a real fight.
Jenni says she likes me for my dick, but it’s not even that big. Certainly not as big as Saule’s. I’ve seen him leave the bathroom after a shower. He’s hung. I get a pang in my stomach every time he walks by Jenni and me sitting in the living room of our apartment in nothing but his boxer briefs because I can see the outline of his thick cock and I know Jenni can, too.
Saule is the total opposite of me. He’s thin and tall. He’s got shaggy black hair and big bushy black eyebrows. He looks like Dave Navarro from the Red Hot Chili Peppers.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t notice Saule checking out Jenni when she wore her little tiny coochie cutter cut-off black denim shorts or little spaghetti strap death metal T-shirts, which was basically all she ever wore. In fact, the only thing she wore more than those damn skin tight shorts was the choker necklace with the little pink skull in the middle that rested against her throat. I’d bought it for her for our one year anniversary. The anniversary she’d forgotten about. I think she only wears it out of guilt, but that might just be my insecurity getting the best of me.
With Saule around eyeballing my girl, it was easy to be insecure.
I’d known Saule a long time. He was one of my best friends, which is why I lived with him. But when it came down to it, the guy was a selfish prick. And I knew deep down that if he got the chance, he would absolutely fuck my girl.
Like I said, I told Jenni not to come over, but she did anyway. Said she’d just scored some high quality wax and wanted to use my dab rig and nail.
She liked using my quartz dab nail better than her titanium one. Said mine tasted better. I don’t think the heating element changes the way concentrated THC tastes. I think she just looked for excuses to come to my apartment.
And I don’t mean to see me.
It had all started the month prior. I remember the night vividly. Like it was just yesterday.
Jenni and I had just finished having sex. She lay above the covers on her stomach, head buried in the pillow. Sweat still glistened on the small of her back. My thick white load was still stuck to her butt cheeks. She loved when I came on her ass. I laid there on my back, arms crossed behind my head just staring at my load slowly sliding off her bubble butt, down into the dark creases between her legs.
Jenni rolled over and grabbed her pack of smokes. She flopped onto her back, smearing my cum into my sheets. “Got a light?” she said, popping a cigarette into her mouth.
I looked around. I didn’t smoke cigarettes and didn’t usually keep my weed stuff in my room. “Probably in the living room,” I said, finally. I was getting groggy. It was late.
Jenni sighed and got up. Butt naked, she strolled across the room and opened my door. Slick, shining cum was still visible across both her butt cheeks when she casually strolled out into the common area of the apartment.
I felt a twinge of fear but quickly pushed it aside. It was after four in the morning, Saule was probably out cold. He usually worked afternoons, but was typically passed out drunk by two thirty or three.
Then I heard his door creak open.
Oh no. Jenni was still out there. Naked. With cum all over her ass.
I sat up in bed. My heart started to race.
Saule came strolling out his room. He belched and scratched his balls. His bare balls. Saule was just as naked as Jenni. And he walked straight out into the living room.
I held my breath. I listened. Nothing. No sound from the living room.
I sat up off the bed. Naked myself. Did anyone wear clothes in this stupid apartment? I stepped toward the door as quietly as I could. For some reason, I thought that if I just stormed out there and took my girl by the hand, they’d perceive me as jealous or weak.
So I stood still and listened. There was no noise from out there. I knew Saule and his hairy, swinging dick was out there with my big butt girlfriend but they weren’t making a sound.
Then Saule appeared back in the hallway. “Sup, bro.”
He was back in his room just as fast as he’d left. But was his dick just a little harder than it had been when he came out?
Was it my imagination, or was it a little… wet?
No sooner had the thought crossed my mind than Jenni came back in the room smoking a cigarette.
“Fuck are you doing up?” she said, strolling past me.
She climbed back into bed and laid there staring at me, smoking her cigarette. She was completely naked. She looked so fucking beautiful laying there splayed out, legs spread open, completely relaxed in her sexiness.
I was being paranoid. I was being a weak ass bitch and I needed to get a hold of myself.
I plopped down between Jenni’s legs.
She grinned when she realized what I was about to do. “You wanna go again? Damn, kid. What’s got into you?”
I didn’t answer. Instead I scooted up to her shaved pussy and kissed the inside of her thigh. I know we’d just finished having sex less than ten minutes before, but I couldn’t help but notice the thick line of glistening moistness in the crack of her pussy.
Why was she so wet? I kept kissing my way up her leg until I was planting smooches on her little outer labia. Was I making her this wet, or had she come back into the room like that? I stuck out my tongue and licked straight up and down from her butthole to her clit, just the way she liked it.
She didn’t taste any different. I don’t know what I expected her to taste like. I’d eaten her out plenty of times after we’d fucked and she always tasted exactly the same. This time was no different. Would I even have been able to tell if she’d just fucked my roommate in the living room?
Jenni ran her hands across my head and moaned. I inserted a finger inside of her and focused my tongue more on her clit, using my free hand to reach up and pinch her nipples.
As she came closer to climax, she raised her ass up off the sheets and moaned, “fuck!” She was practically gushing now. I had to rebalance on the bed and hold on tight so I didn’t get bucked off as she writhed around, squeezing her thighs around my head until I felt like my eyeballs were going to pop out of my head.
All the paranoia and self doubt began to melt away as I played Jenni like a finely tuned fiddle. That was, until she came.
She hitched her breath and bucked her hips violently against my face as she came, but she didn’t do one thing. The thing she always did. Jenni loved to look at me when she came. She would always pull my face up off of her and lock eyes with my as I licked and fingered her to climax. She said it got her off to watch me eating her out. She liked to see my tongue on her pussy.
But this time, she reached over and pulled the pillow over her face as she spasmed on the bed. That’s when my mind started to race again. Why hadn’t she looked at me? Was she thinking about Saule?
Things didn’t get any better after she came. As she caught her breath, I made my way back up to the head of the bed. Jenni liked to sucked my dick after I went down on her. She said she always slept better if she knew I went to sleep satisfied.
But that night, when I got to the head of the bed, she made no move for my hard dick. I sat there like a moron, boner sticking straight up in the air while she lay there with her eyes closed. She looked like she was about to fall asleep.
Meekly I grabbed for her hand to put it on my dick. She made a negative sound and pulled away. She took my own hand and put it on her tit. “Sorry,” she mumbled. Too tired.
I laid there that night and I jacked myself off next to my girlfriend. Squeezing her boobs, I tried to concentrate on thinking about her sexy body and all of the most kinky things we’d ever done together sexually as I wanked my pud.
I felt like a complete loser in that moment. But worse, as I got closer and closer to climax and my thoughts became more and more perverted, I began to think about Saule coming out of his room. His big limp dick and fat balls. I thought about Jenni’s tiny frame and how huge his manhood would look pushing in and out of her from behind.
I busted a nut to the fantasy of my roommate fucking my girlfriend. I am a pathetic piece of shit.
After that night, I couldn’t get the thought of Jenni doing something sexual with Saule in the living room out of my head. I couldn’t stop thinking about my own fantasty about the two of them having sex together. But at the same time, I couldn’t bring myself to ask either one of them about it, either.
Was I crazy? They couldn’t have been out there alone together for more than three or four minutes, tops. That wasn’t enough time for my roommate to fuck my girlfriend.
Or was it?
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