The Roommate, Part One
I lean forward, staring at a big cock going in and out of a girl’s tight ass on my computer screen. I’m jacking myself off so hard, and I can feel the thong pressing against my asshole, I don’t know why it’s turning me on so much right now. I’m getting close, and stare intently at how the cock rhythmically thrusts into her ass. Suddenly, my cock erupts cum into my hand, filling it and then some with a huge load. A feeling of shame washes over me. This isn’t my thong, it belongs to the girl who lives in my apartment. I pull it off, feeling guilty about taking it, and ashamed that I wanted to wear it. I’m a man, men don’t get turned on by wearing thongs. At least, that’s not what a man is supposed to like. I stare at the cock...I mean her ass, for a few more seconds before I close the private window on my computer.
I poke my head out the door to the hallway and make sure nobody else has come home. Then I sneak over to Claire’s room. We’ve lived in the same apartment together for 7 months, after we were paired together to be roommates by a questionnaire from my college. I had written that I was looking for someone clean, organized, relatively quiet, and very respectful of privacy. I think she had written that she wanted someone who cooked, was willing to keep the place clean, and didn’t mind her taking long showers. A natural fit as roommates. I delicately place her thong back into the top drawer of her dresser, sheepishly arranging it to look like it hasn’t moved. I close the drawer and look around her room. It’s pretty standard, and similar to mine. She has a nightstand with a lamp, some books, lotion, and deodorant. On her desk is her computer, pencils, a sketchbook, and what’s this? Something I hadn’t noticed when I first came into her room. Partially blocked by a tissue box I can see a tube of lubricant and a very realistic fleshy dildo. I take a step forward to get a better look, but simultaneously I hear someone trying to unlock the door to the apartment. I quickly, but quietly, tiptoe to the door of her room and gently close the door. I scamper back to my bedroom and sit in front of my computer, trying to look casual.
“Heyah” I yell to hear as I hear the door open.
“Hi, say do you mind coming out here and helping me?” She replies, somewhat fretfully. I can hear the crackling of paper bags and realize she needs help with groceries.
“Oh yeah, no problem.” I say, getting up from my desk and walking out into the living room. I walk up to her and grab some of the bags for her.
“Thanks, just bring them to the kitchen and I’ll put everything away.” As she walks ahead of me to the kitchen I can’t help but giving quite a long stare at her ass. It’s being tightly hugged by her jeans, and she’s slightly swaying her ass as she walks. She has dirty blonde hair that falls over her shoulders and halfway down her back, and it’s razored at the edge to make it seem like that’s how it is naturally. She’s wearing a green jacket, sort of like an army jacket, but more stylish and fitted to her body. Her ass sways in her jeans because she’s wearing 2.5 inch black high heels. She wears them religiously, probably because she knows the effect it has on her swagger.