Roommate and Girlfriend: University Chapter 2
Kelly lay on the floor, covered in sweat and emotional waste. That night, I let my friend Ken use the girl I cared about for his own pleasure.
This is usually when the cuck confesses their newfound desires, right? I had no such revelation. I was still trying to understand the situation and my feelings towards it. Was I cheated on? Why did I allow this to happen?
Sleepless night, me and Kelly talked about it. She didn't mean it, she got carried away and thought I didn't mind. But why did I stay silent? I liked seeing her like that. If Kelly was awake, I'd've taken advantage of her right then. But in the end, I decided to masturbate in the bathroom instead. Saturating myself with more shame.
The following day, Kelly was sincere, promising that she didn't like Ken. In fact, he turned her off. We went back and forth debating the events, and she promised to stay by my side. I believed her. After all, I've been friends with someone I'm not attracted to before.
Contrary to expectations, speaking with Ken was simpler. I told him to keep it low-profile, and he did, even thanking me for my assistance. He said it won't happen again.
Case closed. Kelly wanted to be with me, Ken won't talk about it, we all just experienced a drunken night that shook everyone.
It was at a meetup with friends later that the gravity of the situation sank in.
"Tom, you need to relax!" Ann, a good friend of Kelly, called out, pointing at the hickey on Kelly's neck.
My face reddened, Kelly looked embarassed, Ken smirked. Kelly's t-shirt had a wide neck, showing her cleavage to onlookers.
"Just the huge breasts you were hiding, Kelly?" Ann teased, playfully feeling them.
Suddenly, Ken came close to Kelly and squeezed her breast. Ken joked, "36E, right?"
Kelly laughed. "No, I don't have such a big chest." She pushed him away. Ann called him a perv, but I just smiled. My friends saw Kelly in a new light and couldn't resist commenting on her body.
Ken got more and more drunk but it was when he had Kelly hold his cigarette and sat them between her chest that I felt the need to approach him.
I reminded Ken to keep our secret. He promised nothing would happen again. Then, boasting about his previous sexual dry spell being broken, Ken assured me he had no intention of taking Kelly away from me. It was just "mates being randy"according to him.
However, the excitement I felt at witnessing his advances and the twinge of shame growing in me, something inside me was stirring. Despite despising myself for it, the hurt turned into want.
Ann and company kept commenting on Kelly's body throughout the night, although Kelly did her best to ignore them. They touched her, poked at her, and even felt her. Ann, joking, slid her hands between Kelly's chest and Kelly rebuked her. Friendly banter.
Tired from emotional exhaustion and the alcohol, I convinced Kelly to leave early. Back at my dorm, I asked her about the other's inappropriate handling of her. She said it didn't bother her. I implied I was hurt, but didn't want to confess I enjoyed it, too. So I remained quiet. She was, after all, just horsing around according to Ken's description.
1 am rolled around and we heard the front door unlocked. Ken was home alone. Minutes later, his text landed on my phone.
Ken: you guys awake?
I snuck a glance at Kelly.
Me: yeah, what's up?
*Ken: Failed tonight :(
Me: That sucks!
Ken: I need to ask something...
I showed Kelly and she winced. She feared another repeat of that night was about to happen. But, being resolved, she vowed to stay with me. Neither of us wanted it. But, arousal welled up in me as my phone beeped.
Ken: I don't know if I can finish, been playing around since coming home.
Kelly looked at me, panicked. Thinking he was asking for another go, she made it known she wasn't interested. I, however, began to become aroused. Strangely, I disliked myself for feeling so excited and ashamed at the same time.
Me: Can't blame you for that.
Ken: Is...is Kelly awake?
Me: Yep
*Ken: Mind if I come over?
My heart raced, the mixture of shame and arousal made me uncomfortable. Me: Yeah. Come on through.
We both sat in silence. But I knew my dread and desire had me aroused and ready for anything.
Did Kelly really converse with him? And did he express guilt? Kelly was no longer drowsing in her bed, half asleep, but now was sitting up alert. She was wearing the same v-neck as before, no bra, and black cotton panties.
I responded, "Yes! He promised not to do anything with you!"
"But... he didn't express the need for sex," she responded, could she be defending him?
"What else could that imply?" I asked. She paused.
"Don't start a quarrel over a misunderstanding. Tell him about how you feel," she suggested. Was I being excessive in my skepticism?
Perhaps she was correct. Maybe Ken was still aggrieved over his ex. Was I paranoid?
"That's unfortunate, but I'm unsure about my reactions last night. You know?"
I observed that Kelly was as nervous as I was, as we waited for his response.
*Ken: Calm down, it did get a bit out of control yes. I just require assistance. If you're comfortable with it."
"Is he seeking a handjob?" Kelly inquired. The words she uttered made me experience a mixture of good and bad sentiment.
"Successively, isn't a handjob different from sex?" I replied with a hint of embarrassment.
*Me: A handjob, huh?*
*Ken: That would be nice!*
Me and Kelly froze. Had he interpreted our query as an offer?
"If you're okay with it... it'll calm him down." She said. Possibly, she wished to jerk him off, or maybe simply wanted him off our backs and this seemed the optimum route.
"No complete sex," I responded. Mercifully, I was intimidated at stating no. However, in my head I imagined him not fucking her as a win. Or that could be my self-delusion.
"Precisely, only if you're content. After I return, let's do it." Kelly whispered in my ear. Her body felt hotter now as she kissed my cheek and her hand rested on my thigh.
"Blimey...okay okay, hurry up!" I smirked.
I stared at Kelly as she went to the door, her long, slender legs, her tight rear end. Her braless bouncing breasts. Watching her leave to jerk off Ken, I told myself how magnificent this was. How I was in command tonight, How sexually uninhibited this was, maybe one day this would be me, Kelly and another girl! Pure denial. I reclined in my bed grasping my engorged penis contemplating what Kelly was performing in Ken's room.
I wished I had seen what took place in that room. However, I felt it was wrong to intrude. I attempted to press my ear against the wall, but heard nothing. I felt a dribble of pre-cum form in my briefs. My grip on my erect cock tightened as I closed my eyes. Thinking of Ken's face in her breasts, I set off to masturbate.
Being away from my girlfriend amplified my libido. It made no sense. My body gave in to impulse. I was no longer driven by logic, I tugged at my erection inside my briefs.
I remembered the purple silk panties Kelly had worn, and they brought back memories of Ken tearing them away. I held them to my face, inhaling Kelly's aroma as I recalled witnessing him pull off her panties. The scent intoxicated me, strong enough to make shudder. My sensitive cock head twitched, releasing a gush of cum unexpectedly with the memory of Kelly bent over my lap as Ken ravished her springing to mind.
*OH MY GOD!*
In a flurry, I retrieved my dripping load with Kelly's panties. Trying to regain my composure amidst the sound of my racing heartbeat. The anticipation of Kelly returning caused me great anxiety.
After a further 10 minutes, Kelly reappeared in the room.
"Hey...still awake?" She murmured. Her soft voice and the way she climbed in the bed her hand rubbing my leg, slinking over to me. She didn't... appear as if she'd been fucked.
I glanced at her, my fingers pressed on her thigh, climbing up to confirm her panties were still in place. Thank goodness they were, I thought but...
"Oh!" I muttered out loud.
I sensed the dampness of her cotton underwear as I fondled the material covering her mound.
"I'm ready for you, Tommy!" She whimpered.
Really? For me? I pondered as I felt Kelly's hand between my thighs, gripping my limp erection.
"Do you need me to help you prepare?"
I was anxious, I had just ejaculated and felt the pressure to become hard immediately.
My body lay flat on the bed, Kelly on top of me. My hand nestled between her legs. Her hand holding my flaccid member as her face moved closer to mine. I could smell the minty aroma of her toothpaste.
"Can I...ask something?"
"Sure, anything." She murmured, kissing my neck. Her hips pressed against the palm of my hand, continuing her attempts to make my tiny penis stand up.
"So, why did you brush your teeth?"
She paused, stopped all movement, and pulled away.
"Well, I didn't really want to say."
"Why?"
"I didn't want to ruin the moment by talking about what happened. I just needed to brush them after what I did with Ken."
She seemed a bit nervous, even fearful. I knew this conversation would kill the mood, but I couldn't help myself from asking more.
"So, did you use your mouth or something?"
"Yes." Kelly sat up, the atmosphere turning icy. I couldn't suppress my curiosity.
"Why? Didn't you say you were just going to jerk him off? I thought you said you were just going to jerk him off and, I just though you could suck it a bit. To make it quicker."
I could barely contain my excitement as I thought about her cupping Ken's sack, massaging it while sliding her mouth over his shaft. My head was filled with images of him standing up, pulling her hair or, lying down and her bouncing her head up and down on his cock. I wanted to ask more, but didn't want her to know I was interested in Ruin
"Yes...I'm sorry." She was moaning softly as she spoke. I slid two fingers into her soaking wet folds.
I leaned in and locked lips with her, fingers penetrating her drenched pussy. I heard the squishing sound of her arousal louder than her raspy moans. Kelly had always taken a while to cum from just foreplay. But with her juices dripping down my palm and her whisper of "Tommy" into my ear, I felt like a real man again.
I could see how pleased she was that I made her orgasm with my fingers. However, I was still soft.
"Are you all right, baby?" She inquired as she reached for my rigid cock once more. She waited for an answer.
"Umm, I'm not quite there yet. I think the blowjob thing got to me a little." I lied.
"Oh..."
"You've still got to finish." I said while stroking her clit.
"Yeah, I guess. Do you want to talk about it? I'm feeling terrible and-"
"No, it's fine. We should just go to sleep."
She turned her back on me as I contemplated if Kelly giving Ken a blowjob made it more or less enticing. Just before drifting off to sleep, I could hear her whisper, "Thanks for being cool with this, dude. I owe you! Next time we're at the bar, I'm buying you drinks all night!"
Ken: thanks for being cool with this. I owe you! Next time we are at the bar, I'm buying you drinks all night!
Btw you never told me Kelly swallows!
I couldn't respond. The notion of Ken ejaculating onto Kelly's tongue made it hard to sleep. I even woke up in the middle of the night with an impressive erection, fighting the urge to rub myself off.
We had to share an apartment for the weekend, alternating between our dorm rooms. If I didn't fix my erectile dysfunction today, I wouldn't be able to spend quality time with Kelly until Friday. We reserved special moments for every week. Lunch, hanging out, a few quickies during the day, even a few drinks on Wednesday, if I was lucky. However, the weekends were the time when we could truly bond. Thus far, she'd spent two of those weekend nights with another man. Not today.
I ignored Ken's text message. What could I even say? I didn't know how to respond to this.
How strange - this text was a bit more abnormal than the others. I'd been intimate with Kelly for a while when we'd be together, but images of her giving someone else a blowjob had me in a daze. Thinking about her sucking on another man's cock woke me from my sleep; I hurriedly rejected my erection. Kelly was already awake and in the shower. I hesitated, contemplating whether I could jerk off surreptitiously before she returned. Deciding against it, I resolved to fuck her today, before she left for home.
However, I was able to read the words "Kelly Swallows" for multiple hours and still couldn't be certain about my emotions.
Luckily, he was out for his typical Sunday stoned day. He wouldn't return until Kelly had left, and he would be too high even to talk, anyway.
This provided my partner and I with some precious alone time. I sat nervously in the living area, in the very same spot where I witnessed Ken violently penetrate my girlfriend. The images still lingered in my mind, showcasing Ken thrusting into my lover. His tongue in her mouth. The embarrassment, the guilt. The mere memory caused my penis to twitch inside my sweatpants.
Kelly emerged, her long brown hair still wet, sporting a towel robe. Not a mini one, but one short enough to expose her provocative legs. The sash tied around the waist accentuated her voluptuous chest. Even clothed, she had the power to arouse me. I fought against a vivid thought of how Ken would react to her stepping out of the shower, now her object of desire apparently.
"Good morning," she softly announced.
A touch of nervousness in her tone.
"Hey, can we talk? I don't want to spend the day feeling like this," I stated.
She approached and seated herself on the opposite sofa, draped forward with her gaze down. Despising seeing her in this state, she seemed broken. I attempted to keep the conversation focused and not let my eyes wander to her alluring cleavage showing through her robe, or her captivating legs.
"I didn't mean to blame you for what occurred last night, Kelly."
"No, it's my fault. I wasn't supposed to enter his room." Her voice shook with misery.
"No, it's mine. It wasn't cheating. It was just a misunderstanding."
She wouldn't listen as she began to cry. Sharing her worries with me, she acknowledged being raised in a conservative household, where any sexual act was considered indecent. Her parents avoided paying for her university education due to concerns that her attendance would make her a "ruined" woman. We discussed her concerns and I vowed to never make her feel ashamed.
"I just feel so terrible," she sobbed.
"Don't, babe! I meant it. Why can't we just love and engage in some fun activities together? It was simply a blowjob."
"But you were so distraught," she questioned.
I exhaled a lengthy breath.
"I was just shocked. I didn't know what had occurred. Perhaps that's what prompted my reaction," I said, feeling a slight flush on my cheeks.
"But you did tell me what took place after, didn't you?"
I shifted next to Kelly, embracing her. Holding her.
"Yeah, but... I meant, do you want to share the specifics?"
A bit shocked, she questioned, "You want to know?"
I responded, "Yeah. I won't be judgmental towards you. You're my girlfriend, and I would rather have you by my side, but if there are occurrences like this past weekend, I believe it's better to know now."
She massaged my hands. My vision shifted to her trim figure.
"I just felt so filthy. Seeing your disgusted expression then made me feel disgusting," she confirmed.
A slight tightness formed in my chest. Trying to gather the courage to verbally express my feelings.
"I don't believe 'dirty' is always negative. I used to masturbate and watch porn. A lot. It was dirty, yet agreeable. It was great," I divulged.
Time seemed to come to a standstill. I didn't know what I desired in that moment - whether I adored it or resented it. However, I felt the need to hear her story. I recalled that a mere two nights ago, in this exact sofa where we were now seated, I masturbated while watching Ken penetrate her. I imagined her sensuous lips wrapped around Ken's erect penis.
"So being dirty can be good?" she questioned.
I nodded.
"Okay, I'll tell you." She decided. Her captivating blue eyes bored into my soul.
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