By bringing me a cream pie, a colleague assisted me in christening my new residence.

Sometimes I forget that not every roommate wants to fool around. Since I moved in, my roommates have been very nice and friendly, but I've lived with a horny guy for so long that I don't even know how to behave. I have to constantly remind myself to dress properly before going to the kitchen, or to keep my mouth shut so I don't make any risqué jokes. I want to flirt, but I know I have to be responsible and not let my roommates be my roommates.

I invited James to my new apartment. I regretted not telling him I was moving because he clearly wanted to help me. I introduced him as a friend, but I think my roommates quickly saw through that.

I led him to my room to show me around, and he locked the door. I raised an eyebrow, and he suddenly unbuttoned his shirt. My heart leapt.

I crossed the room and we bumped into each other. He grabbed my jaw and kissed me, pressing his tongue against mine. I ran my hands through his chest hair under his unbuttoned shirt, admiring the warmth of his body. He pulled back just enough to grab my shirt and pull it over my head. He unhooked my bra and quickly inserted the cups with his hands, caressing me.

He pressed me against him until my shoulders touched the wall. He knelt in front of me and pulled down my shorts and panties. I was already wet, and he could feel it just by looking at me. I blushed as he slid two fingers inside me, and my pussy made an obscene, wet sound.

"Someone's turned on," James joked. He pushed his fingers in all the way to the last knuckle, completely burying himself inside me, then slowly pulled them out.

He stood, kissed me, and pulled his cock out of his pants. He pressed the velvety tip against my pussy and told me to take a breath. I sighed as he slid inside me, filling me with his thick cock.

"You have to be quiet," he joked, kissing my jaw and throat. "We don't want your roommates to think you're up to something."

I tilted my head back, exposing my throat to more kisses. He pulled me in and out, slowly thrusting into me before picking up the pace. My shoulders hit the wall, and the movements became too loud, so he lifted me and threw me onto the bed.

I landed on my back, and he slid on top of me, my thighs on either side of his hips as he slammed into me again. He lifted himself, placing his strong arms on either side of my head, and leaned down like he was doing a push-up to kiss me again. I couldn't stop smiling like an idiot, but everything felt so perfect. I'd lit a candle in the room early, the sweet scent of lavender mingling with the scent of sweat in the air. It's a scent I'll remember for a very long time.

I moaned beneath him as his hips picked up speed. He covered my mouth with his hand, and I screamed against him, coming. His cock was inside me, and he grunted as my muscles tensed around him.

"Oh fuck," he groaned. I was still trembling on his cock as he entered me, flooding my pussy with his cum. I moaned, rolling my eyes, closing them as the sweet fullness enveloped everything.

"This is it," I sighed, sinking completely into him and pressing my hand to my stomach. "It was perfect."

"Call me, and I'll do it to you any day of the week," he said with a smile. Maybe that's what my new apartment needed more than anything: a man who would fuck me whenever I wanted.