Roommate's Girlfriend in College Chapter 4
I couldn't agree to it. The thought of Ken possessing those images made me uncomfortable, even though it aroused me, I had to set a boundary.
Me: I'm sorry, that's a bit too much. I thought they were just for me.
My heart was beating fast as I waited for her response. It crossed my mind that perhaps she wanted Ken to see her. Or did she?
Kelly: If that's what you want, he's asking for some filthy talk. I'm not sure what to do.
My anger towards him faded, replaced with arousal. As I processed it, pre-cum was oozing out of mycock despite my lack of physical stimulation. I yearned to know what was being said. It wasn't as severe as the events from the weekend, I comforted myself.
Me: What are you two chatting about?
Kelly: Should I reply? Should I show you after?
My shaky hands made it difficult for me to type properly. Between anger and arousal, I was a mess. If she responded to him, I'd have access to everything. That proposal was irresistible in my current state.
Me: Yes, obligge him. But show me first.
I managed to type it out with utmost care, attempting to project composure. My general mindset was: I wasn't jealous.
I waited for another 10 minutes.
Kelly: He's cum again! I hope you're okay with me sharing with him. He was so desperate.
I felt a smidgen of agitation, but also a sense of accomplishment. That was definitely a victory in my book.
Me: So... how was it?
Kelly: I hope I did good. I'm still uneasy about sexting. I may have been too turned on though :p
Examining this response caused me to experience a dripping sperm leak from my manhood. My cock was throbbing. I couldn't help but wonder, was she more turned on than the night before with me?
Me: How turned on?
But then she sent me another message, accompanied by an image. It was a photo of Kelly lying on her bed, her grey shirt clinging to her sweaty torso, including her ample breasts just barely exposed, her nipples erect. With no bra. Her shirt was lifted slightly to reveal her navel, which was adorned with a plain white panty brief, wet and revealing the damp patch on her knickers.
Kelly: I'm completely drained. Should I send the messages now?
Fuck, she wasn't just aroused, she was wanking while conversing with him. She was drained too. Ken had apparently made her cum again. But should I be mad? She didn't lie, after all. However, I couldn't help but reply.
me: If that's fine, okay.
I'll attempt to recreate the conversation between Ken and Kelly as best as I can below.
Ken: Are you free after your lecture? Tommy's in his room. You should be there with him!
Kelly: Wish I could! Have a lecture early :(
Ken: You're going to the Blue Bull? Poor guy misses his regular blow job.
Kelly: Don't remind me! He gets plenty from me.
Ken: He's a lucky man. How good are you at sucking cock?
Kelly: I'm not sure how good I am. We text, talk about other things.
Ken: I was just thinking about Friday, how you sucked me on Saturday. Excited me. How about other things?
Kelly: Embarrassing, lol. He wanted me to send him some pics yesterday.
Ken: Aren't you worried? If not, I'll ask him myself.
Kelly: He'd rather not. But it's fine if we do some dirty talk though, lol.
Ken: Glad he enjoyed getting sucked by you though.
Kelly: Yes, he did.
Ken: Seeing your pussy hidden was turning me on. It made you wet, right?
Kelly: Oh yeah, it felt so naughty.
Ken: Spill your dirty thoughts to me. This weekend has shown you're not the innocent we assumed.
Kelly: I imagined getting fucked. How it felt with you inside me.
Ken: I'll admit I was hoping to see your massive tits while you sucked my cock.
Kelly: Do you like them? I'm touching them right now.
Ken: You know I do, seeing them shake around that night made me want to fuck you. So good.
Kelly: Mmmm, nothing yet. I'm just touching myself thinking about it.
Ken: I missed you truly. I had no idea you were this hot. You hid those big breasts well. What are you wearing?
Kelly: I'm wearing a t-shirt and underwear.
Ken: Let's talk about masturbation. Imagine me, with legs spread, pushing you down and sliding into you. While I rub those tits.
Kelly: I think about the same thing. It feels good touching myself while I read your command.
Ken: Be bold. Say something naughty. I want to feel you masturbating while you read those messages. Stuff your panties in your hand and rub your clit.
Kelly: I'm sorry I'm new at this. It's my first time, I'm doing it now. I fantasize about you behind me, taking me rough from behind.
Ken: I'll teach you well. I'm nearly there. Imagining my fingers in your hair, spanking your ass. Loved blowing my load inside you.
Kelly: Yeah, I enjoyed that. I want you to give it to me hard and deep. Maybe touch my clit.
Ken: I'll show you the most intense orgasm you've ever had. Want to see the picture I got from you? I'm close now!
Kelly: Ok, one picture before you fall asleep. Tommy said I could send only one.
The picture she sent me was similar to the one she had already sent me except she had one of her breasts exposed, her hand rubbing her clit with her panties, lips slightly open as she touched her panties, a wet spot visible in her bedding. Her face was cropped out, but I could see her lips parted.
Ken: Wow. That was arousing! I'll hit you up again soon. Let me know if you want to meet tomorrow night.
I studied the picture after reading the messages, wishing I could have a snapshot as good as the one she sent to him. I was beginning to feel uncomfortable as I imagined Kelly being more sexual with him.
With my classes over, I couldn't stop thinking about what Kelly was telling Ken. As I walked towards the meeting place at the bar, I couldn't help but re-read their texts, curiously trying to understand their dynamic and wanting to know if they had crossed any boundaries that would change our relationship.
I needed a strong drink to ease my nerves, but my anxiety seemed to increase as I saw her approach; Kelly, with her red-lipped, sexified, slightly uncomfortable grin, towering higher than me in her heels.That dress was very provocative!
"Hey Tommy!" She greeted with a prideful look. Her red lips were not my usual kiss fitting on her plump, cute, slender body. Her short tube dress had blue dots covering her chest, Skin clung to her smooth thighs. A slit in her fancy blue-and-white outfit revealed more cleavage. She looked ready to entice everyone in the sight of her fat, bouncy boobs. It's as if she was trying really hard not to look confident, while secretly enjoying the attention.
"Kelly, you look stunning!" I replied, hurriedly to compliment her. I saw her fit into my height, and my eyes moved to the blue semicircle of her shoes. They lifted her height adding more sexuality to her figure.
I had always considered her cute, but her discomfort in such an outfit hinted at many more sides to her than I knew. She kept adjusting her dress as her lively bust swayed about. As she held my hand and guided Anni and I towards the crowded watering hole, she seemed excited to be desired by students and staff alike.
Ken, Anne, her boyfriend, three other guys, and I, along with my friend Kelly, were gathered around a table. Anne and her friend Mary spoke about how they went shopping with Kelly today and helped her choose a dress. Just like before, the group saw Kelly transition from a shy girl in the corner to the center of attention, with her chest pushed up in her little dress, which Anne and Mary used to get served faster at the bar.
"Come on, Kelly! I need a drink," Anne exclaimed, pulling Kelly's hand.
"Noooo, aha, it's embarrassing," she laughed. I slumped in my chair a little as Ken and Anne's boyfriend, Robert, played a game of throwing things at Kelly, and if it landed in her cleavage, the other had to buy a beer. Ken even told Kelly to stay still as he pulled her dress slightly down and pushed her chest together to make her cleavage more prominent, and she pushed him away after his hands touched her breasts together.
"Stop it, Ken! Haha!" she laughed, trying to maintain her composure.
The other two guys congratulated me on landing a girl like Kelly and praised me for not being controlling or jealous. Even though Ken and Rob threw bottle caps at Kelly's cleavage, they said it was cool because I was so relaxed about it. Anne tried to bolster Kelly by asking her boyfriend to touch her breast and Kelly's together to compare.
Blushing, Rob shot me a glance.
"Tom doesn't care! He's not the jealous type," Anne said, allowing her boyfriend to touch Kelly. I stood there awkwardly as I smiled and shrugged, trying to appear cool. Drinking my fifth rum.
Later, I was alone with Ken, who praised me for helping him recently. I tried to convince myself it was genuine, but I couldn't shake the feeling he was trying to flatter me while using Kelly. Then he said something that was a bit exciting.
"Kelly is going for the slutty sophisticated look tonight!" Ken uttered. The use of the word "slutty" was provocative. Maybe I just liked Kelly being provocative - she was always the girl I wanted, but deep down, year after year, porn had given me a sexual desire for a scantily dressed slut who screamed loudly when she was horny. Ken returned to the group, and I found myself thinking about what Kelly would look like on a computer screen, lifting her blue dress to show her ass.
Do I just want Kelly to be like a pornstar?
I thought I had a healthy mindset about my partner. I sent a message to Kelly to join me outside. She emerged not long after, and I saw two burly doormen giving her a second glance.
Look all you want, she's MY slutty girlfriend.
"What's wrong, Tommy?"
"Come with me!"
I led her around the corner and found a secluded alley where we could still see people passing by but not see us. I kissed her fiercely, my hands on her waist. She responded enthusiastically, rubbing her hands on my neck.
"What're you doing, Tommy?"
"Come with me!"
Around the corner, I took her and pushed down her dress. She had a strapless bra on, but as the dress fell, so did one of her cups. I went in for a kiss while touching her exposed breast, and she didn't stop me.
"Tommy stop! Someone will see!"
"Shhh let's get naughty, it's risky!" I whispered as I pulled down her panties, whooping them around her ankles as I began rubbing her pussy. It was slightly wet to start with, but as I kissed her neck, licking her earlobe, and grabbed her breasts with both hands, it got wetter. Listening for any sounds of footsteps approaching, I watched as she kneaded me, wrapped her legs around my hand, and moaned loudly.
"Fuck, oh my god... be quick!" she moaned, pushing my hand deeper into her pussy, feeling her tighten around my fingers. The thrill of potentially being caught in the alley with Kelly added fuel to the fire. I reached my breaking point and started thrusting my fingers in and out, making her moans grow louder.
"Tommy..." she whimpered. I pressed my lips to hers, feeling her grip me tighter, moaning with pleasure as I reached my climax.
"Kelly," I panted, "I needed this."
She nodded, still moaning, as my fingers slowly withdrew, then made their way to her panties: "I didn't think you'd be so... adventurous!"
"I guess porn has affected me!" I said, standing up. "What did you think?"
She smiled and sucked her thumb, wriggling her hips a bit. "I like it," she said, picking her dress up. "I'm glad you wanted me to be a slut tonight."
We walked back into the bar, hand in hand, with one shared knowing look
One brief moment found us absorbing Kelly's intense orgasm. But before we had a chance to fully enjoy it, Anni called out our names. Panicking, we hurried to cover Kelly's body, unsuccessfully searching for her knickers in the darkness and with her shifting feet.
The following two days didn't quite match up to that exciting Wednesday night when I finger-blasted Kelly in a dark alley and she lost her underwear.
I happened to notice Anni had captured a photo of that unforgettable incident and had uploaded it to Facebook. It was mortifying, even though I had naked photos of my own, I couldn't help but be drawn to the image of Kelly adorned in her blue dress which was shared with the world. On display was Kelly's impressive cleavage. With skin tingling at the attention she received, I couldn't help but notice the "likes" and even a comment from rob declaring "put them away!" and a simple emoticon from a guy named Charlie.
When playing video games with Ken, he made a joke related to how good that photo was. I couldn't resist the notion that he would soon spend the night alone, no doubt pleasuring himself to the picture or maybe the one he'd been sent privately. Kelly confirmed she had no text correspondence with Ken, a comfortable blanket of sorts.
I had delved into researching my newfound fascination with a promiscuous girlfriend when I realized I wasn't a weak or passive individual, I merely took pleasure in her promiscuity. Appreciating instances involving Ken were only coincidences. However, my search brought up alarming titles like:
- Slutty GF gets fucked behind BF's back
- Slutty GF MMF
- Slutty GF and her boyfriend's best friend...
My thoughts wondered if indeed cheating was the only requirement to label a girlfriend as slutty. After all, I wanted her to be promiscuous, but for me. I spent Friday evening indulging in a pornographic film depicting a woman who had been mixed up in a similar ramble of betrayal justified by the explicit content. I hastened to disregard the tentative resemblance as I alternated between the explicit film and the photo of Kelly in her black lace corset, reminding myself to ignore the context of the cheating but enjoying the images all the same.
Unfortunately, I had not yet revealed my craving to Kelly, but I did share my desire to avoid discussing anything with Ken for the weekend. We agreed to delve into that topic and she was curious if she should sever all contact with him. I could have demanded a full stop, but my inability to vocalize it resulted in an unnecessarily indirect request for her to cease communication for the weekend alone. We spent hours watching films, eventually attracted to Kelly's room where she wore the black corset I had so desired to see.
Whilst the indecisiveness weighed heavily in my mind, Kelly stood in front of me, black robe curtaining her body as she raised it to expose her sultry body. However, I could not suppress the steamy video I had recently watched, but I managed to push it aside once I was about to enter her. Plunging into her, I had brief thoughts of how I'd bend her over as she longed, but I instead opted for her lying on her bed, wide hips cracked open for me as I worked deep into her body. The brief whisper, "Did you cum?" fluttered my lips as I felt the draw of her impending orgasm.
"No, but I've already cum." Was her delighted reply. Despite my initial remorse, I appreciated her joy.
Sunday came and my female friends, Anni and Mary, remained bedridden. This allowed Kelly and I to ascend to her dorm, providing me with another addition to my growing Kelly collection - she consented to film herself blowing me.
Regret washed over me as I described what I recalled of the memory captured by the camera. It led with her delicate fingers wrapped around my hard shaft. Her baby blues met my gaze. She turned away, one hand pressed against her face, before deliberately tugging back my foreskin. Instruction from me: "Don't be shy!" prompted her to pull my foreskin back again. Collecting her aim, her soft hands slid up and down until they reached my head, her tongue exploring the sensitive metal tip. A glimpse of her now wet red lips taking me in for a few minutes before embracing me with them. The shaking camera captured the frontal view of her sucking and licking as I felt myself mustering every remaining ounce of strength. Finally, hips surging against hers, I convulsed into her, unable to conceal the grunt mired between strained breaths.
She nodded her head enthusiastically, her eyes tearing up as she gagged slightly. When she opened them again, she met the camera's gaze. The sound of me breathing heavily mixed with her mouth working up and down on my member.
"May I cum on your breasts?" I stammered. Kelly gave a loud hum of affirmation, her lips still wrapped around my erect penis. When the time was right, I slipped out, aimed my member at her bosom, and watched as pearls of cum cascaded onto them. The recording lasted a little under 5 minutes.
Afterwards, I returned to my dorm room and put an end to my exciting weekend. It was evident that Ken had stopped sending messages to Kelly after she didn't reply to his last one. He even stopped by my room one day during the week and inquired about her well-being. I reassured him she was doing well. However, Ken's erratic behavior continued, as he continued to drink excessively, smoke heavily, and fall behind on his studies. His odd behavior even caused him to apologize to me for reaching out to Kelly instead of coming to me first.
Despite this, Kelly still received attention at the bar that week. We jokingly referred to her bust as a source of banter, and I had grown considerably comfortable with the idea of her being known for her breasts.
Her shopping expeditions continued, as she gleefully shared with me that she had purchased her first thong. This revelation added excitement to my evening self-pleasuring sessions. However, I couldn't help but notice that my sexual climaxes were becoming less exhilarating.
So, what's next for Kelly and Ken? With the weekend approaching and Kelly returning to my university dormitory, it seemed Ken was still living just one room away. It's safe to say this isn't the last you'll hear about them.
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