Hooking up with my (supposedly straight) hot roommate [f/f] | 2016

It's late, I'm tired but I can't sleep. Lately I've been thinking about the past relationships (or not-relationships, really) I've had with different women, and some are interesting enough to share.

This was Noelle. Charmingly Romanian, thick mane of brown hair. I swear to God she had the most perfect hair I'd ever seen. It framed her face like a damn model's. Which, by the way, was stunning as well. She had an enthusiasm about her that was absolutely infectious, in every sense of the word.

I'd met her maybe a few months before we decided to move in together, though we didn't know each other that well. We went to the same parties, had the same taste in music and clothes. Plus I knew she'd be clean, which was important. And of course, I was thrilled to death that she was so fucking hot.

She knew that I was gay, I assumed she was straight. Although when we'd go out to the pool together, she'd comment on how hot I looked and I returned the compliment. How could I not? She had small breasts, but a flat stomach and a big ass. It was a great view, really. We were comfortable enough around each other to walk around the apartment topless, or only in panties. I tried not to stare, but it was hard.

So one night we'd had a couple of friends over to pregame before heading to the bar. I'd just blown out a thick cloud of hookah smoke when she came out of her room. Short, tight black dress and black garters with heels to match. You couldn't slide a butter knife between the dress and her skin. A few shots later, and we're out the door.

Things got a bit fuzzy after that. We hit a few bars on the strip. Eventually we ended up at somebody's apartment, sitting nearly on top of each other on a ratty couch that's seen better days. I put my hand on her thigh, and she places her hand on mine. That's it, we were both a little past drunk and something about the look in her eyes told me to go for it. I leaned in quickly and started making out with her hard. My hands are on her body, tangled in her hair and she's doing the same to me.

I forgot what it was, probably the host starting to kick people out, but we left and headed to a taco joint nearby so one of our friends could sober up a little. She disappeared to the bathroom and I followed her. I found her sitting neatly on the edge of the counter, between the two sinks. We began making out this time, except more urgently. I was biting her neck and her ears. I pulled her forward and felt her thighs squeezing my sides. She tried not to moan, but she ended up doing it anyway, under her breath.

"Let's go home," I managed to say, almost breathless.

"Yeah, okay," she agreed.

Our friend immediately passed out on our couch while the both of us went into her room. It was nearly pitch black dark in there, but from what little light there was I could see her peel off her dress and throw it on the ground. At the same time I was trying to kiss her and take my clothes off too. I undid her bra and pushed her onto the bed. I couldn't get enough of her skin or her mouth. I tried to undo the garter belt, which I couldn't and we shared a quick laugh as she got them off, as well as her panties.

I held her down by her wrists. I started to move down from her face, kissing as I went, she gasped and shrieked when I put my mouth on her nipples. She was writhing under me, loving it but wanting more. I was quick and forceful when I let up off her and put one hand on her throat, pressing down just enough to shorten her breath.

"You like that, huh?" I asked.

"Yeah I do, yeah," she said.

I leaned in close to her face. "What do you want me to do next?"

"Taste me," she said.

I let go and slid down between her legs. The second I put my tongue on her clit she shuddered and moaned. I could feel how wet she was, how much she wanted it. She tasted sort of... Spiced, in the same way apple cider is. She tasted like how her panties smelled, which I admit I checked a few times when she was out of the apartment. I played with her clit for a long time, and whenever I flicked her with my tongue ring her hips thrust into my face. She was definitely getting louder. I teased the opening of her pussy with a little bit of tongue, but then I immediately slid in a few fingers and she was clawing at the bed. It hardly took any effort at all to push in, she was that wet.

I put my thumb out to rub her clit while I was fucking her, and the motion of her hips lined up with me. She wanted me to go as deep as I could, and as hard as I could. She got louder and louder before she came, and when she did it was a short scream. I felt her tighten around my fingers.

She didn't take care of me because I was drunk and tired, but we had sex one more time before she moved back home. The morning after was initially awkward, but we quickly got back into the swing of things, roommate-wise. I still talk to her sometimes.