Roommate's College Girlfriend Part 4

The rest of that year was, honestly, horrible. We were all a part of the same group of friends and the tension remained but gained some bitterness over time (as these things often do).

From me because while I understood the situation I was also angry at her on some level and that made sense, but over time from her as well and at first I really didn't understand that.

It piqued in particular one night at the pub. I had gotten talking to a girl who had come along with us and we were obviously flirting.

Part way through the night things were starting to pick up with new girl. Somewhere during that I happened to look across at her and her face was a stone mask of fury and she looked away quickly.

I grinned to myself and turned back to what I was doing. It was satisfying to feel like I was making her crazy for a change.

I took the new girl home to her place that night and didn't go back to our house.

It was nice to let off some steam but I knew it was nothing serious; neither I nor the new girl were looking for more than a good time and we parted happily the following morning with a 'see you around' vibe.

She was cute, but I didn't get the sense we were a great fit otherwise anyway.

She lived a few miles from our house and I decided to walk home as it was a nice morning.

It was on this walk that she texted me.

"So. Did you have a good night then?!"

I was a little confused at the tone; was she mocking me? Was this a nudge and a wink like it might have been before we slept together if I'd met someone? Her sense of humour was sharp and wicked but... it had been months since we'd had that kind of a relationship. Too much subtext had become text... even if only the two of us knew about it.

Everything felt loaded now.

"Ha yeah you could certainly say that. She's a bit wild to say the least!" I texted back.

"WTF. I didn't need to know that thanks :-P" she texted back.

For a moment I was stopped in my tracks. I actually stopped walking.

What the hell was she trying to accomplish here?

I had kept my distance, it had been hard, so fucking hard to do.

I had fallen for her more than I had even realised, she had been my best friend and confidant and as fucked up as it is it hadn't just been a physical attraction either; I had fallen for her and never let myself see it until... well, until we had both admitted it verbally and physically.

And then it was taken away from me. Until that nuclear landmine had exploded as I knew it would.

I knew that I hadn't always acted well either; I'm sure I had been jealous and sometimes snappy with her too, but what the fuck was this? What the fuck did she want from me?

Yet... I couldn't bring myself to push the detonator on things with her either. So I hedged.

"Then why did you ask??"

She didn't text back for a several minutes then and I figured she was either done with it or she was typing, clearing and re-typing in a similar way to me. That brought me some grim satisfaction even if the trepidation of what she had to say remained.

"I just wanted to know what was going on that's all and you two seemed like you were getting on very well ;-P"

"We were, obviously. What are you actually asking though?"

"Is it serious?"

I paused for a moment... what should I say? It really wasn't but I wasn't sure if that was the right thing to tell her. On one level I wanted it to cut more, I felt like she had pulled my heart through a blender and maybe she should have some of that back. On the other, it really wasn't serious and if I was honest I still really wanted to be with her even if that seemed impossible now.

I sighed and typed "No, I don't think so. I think it was just a bit of fun. Why? ;-P"

"Because... maybe I was jealous."

Her words brought me a whirlwind of mixed emotions.

The thrill of knowing she still cared.

The anger that she would say this to me; like I wasn't allowed to move on like, what, I would just wait until she could be bothered to leave her boyfriend? The sadness of suspecting that would never happen and I had blown everything up...

The rest of the term to final exams was honestly pretty miserable. I knew I should move on but I struggled to bring myself to find anyone else.

We were still living together, her boyfriend oblivious and she had stopped visiting nearly as much as she used to so it really did feel like I was isolated but I had to finish my course.

Honestly I found myself bizarrely jealous not of her boyfriend but of any other guys she would flirt with.

Some of our friends including her had gotten jobs at a local game store and had gotten to know lots of people there who had sort of merged with our group of friends and some of the guys were definitely into her and weren't too subtle about it. She clearly enjoyed the attention and it was this that I found myself struggling to deal with.

It wasn't until the end of the year as I was finally going to be free of this situation that things came to a head again.

We had the usual end of term barbeques and drinks and so on and people were starting to leave.

Coincidentally, it fell to just a few of us left in the house.

Her boyfriend had left earlier in the week; they had been going through a rocky patch as it felt like they were on a downward spiral anyway from what I could tell.

A few months before that would probably have thrilled me but now... I had carefully shut all of that down and not thought about it.

For the last few days it was just the two of us and that same one other housemate in the house and he was spending most of his time with his new girlfriend so it was just us two.

At first we remained aloof, then on the second of four days she asked if we could make food together and I figured what the hell.

We cooked and it was icy at first then... we loosened up a little and by the end of the food we were joking and laughing and it was like old times again.

Over the next few days things thawed and we were fun and flirty again. I genuinely had no expectation of anything else happening and certainly no intention.

On the last night though we decided to go out for drinks and both got a little drunk. We walked back to the house and we were walking with arms around one another having a blast.

We got back to the house and decided to put on a movie in my room and things... escalated again.

She was wearing a tight pair of black jeans and a midriff-bearing black t-shirt over a long-sleeved fishnet top.

Her long black hair was loose and straight down to her waist and she was just gorgeous.

There were several points in the night where we had gotten flirty, discussing where we would be in life and what was going on. She had ribbed me about some of the girls we knew and I had ribbed her about some of the guys she had flirted with and honestly despite the history it had felt light and breezy.

We'd both denied it and giggled and at various times poked, prodded and tickled one another.

It had been nice. Like the days before things got so heated except for a few times when we paused and the silence held for a second or two too long...

One of these moments came then, in my room.

She turned to reach across my desk and bent over it and I saw her panties ride up higher than her tight jeans and she was wearing the same tiny white cotton panties she had worn that last night.

"Nice panties you have there..." I said and immediately felt stupid.

She turned and looked back over her shoulder towards me and didn't move

"Thank you." she slowly wiggled her ass back and forth for a second "Seemed like you liked them before..."

"Understatement there I think"

"Why do you think I would wear them again I wonder..."

Our eyes locked again.

I stood then, slowly. I walked across to her deliberately and she didn't move, she stayed that way bent over my desk and her eyes fixed on mine as she looked back over her shoulder.

I put my hands on her hips firmly and kneaded the flesh there.

"Naughty girl..." I cocked an eyebrow "Do you have bad intentions?"

She shrugged and bit her lip... fuck she was so sexy.

"Perhaps you should do something about it..."

I growled and continued to rub her, my motion causing her hips to rock and her tight jean-clad ass to bounce into my hips and groin and I felt myself hardening rapidly.

I smacked her ass through the jeans once, sharply.

She gave out a moan that was pure melted-chocolate sex and I knew I was doomed.

I spanked her again and she wiggled and gave a low shuddering breath as her muscles tightened and her eyes fluttered half closed. Had she just..?

"Did you just... cum?"

Her cheeks reddened and she bit her lip again

"No..." she gave a slow, sultry shake of her head.

I raised an eyebrow and she gave a low giggle

"If you don't believe me it's only right that you should check..."

I held her gaze as I dropped to one knee and unbuckled her jeans. I moved carefully and unhurriedly but not slowly.

I pulled the jeans roughly down her thighs to her knees and they bunched and held her legs together.

I leaned in and inhaled her again through her visibly wet panties.

"You definitely did you naughty, naughty girl..." I smacked her bare ass cheek. Not too hard but hard enough for it to begin reddening slightly.

"I'd say you need a tongue lashing at once"

"Oh fuck..." she quivered slightly and I could see her pussy twitch "yes please... god yes please."

I smiled and leaned in again, breathing hot air across her covered but still exposed sex.

"Say that again"

"Please"

I slapped her ass again and she squealed

"Again, properly"

She wiggled her ass in frustration and tried to move her hips back to push herself into my face. I moved back and slapped her again

"Pleeeeeeease" she moaned "Please lick me!"

I used two fingers to pull her panties aside and they were slick with her arousal, her pussy lips parted slightly of their own accord glistening wetly.

"And what then? After I eat you alive what happens then?"

She whimpered and tried again to push back into me, another slap curtailed her movement

"Then we'll fuck. Then you'll make me cum on you..."

"Fucking right I will..." as I finished my sentence I plunged my tongue into her and she gave a breathy groan as her whole body went rigid.

I licked and tongue fucked her from that angle until she came again but I didn't let up. I kept working on her and she came again trying to weakly push away from the overstimulation but I kept going, gripping her hips and revelling in her taste, her heat and the delicious way she squeezed my tongue when she came.

"Fuck! F-fuck!"

"Yes, I think so..." as I said the words I stood and undid my own jeans dropping them to my knees as quickly as possible with my boxers.

I placed my head at her entrance and slid my hands around to her warm, flat tummy at the hem of her shirt, pausing there.

"Do you deserve this? Do you deserve to get fucked?"

"God yes I do. Please, please..."

I slid into her then and my hands slid up her tummy under her shirt and straight under her bra to grip her breasts as I bottomed out in her delicious cunt.

We both cried out as we were joined again and my fingertips dug into her mounds. Her hands flung back to grab my forearms and we held that pose for several seconds each taking deep breaths, muscles taut and slightly trembling at the intensity.

Then we were moving. Fast, deep and full. She was rocking back to meet me, her ass cheeks slapping against my hips. Her face was flat against the desk and her breathing was erratic.

If felt my orgasm building and I gripped her breasts to maintain the connection. She sensed it and used her hands to lift her face from the desk and I instinctively moved one hand to her throat to lift her further. I pulled hed up so her back was almost against my chest and she moaned as I felt the tightness of her increase.

"I'm going to cum deep inside you..." I whispered breathily in her ear and that sent her over the edge again, her pussy spasming around me.

And I couldn't hold back any longer. I plunged as deep inside her as I could and came hard into her.

We stayed that way for what felt like an eternity, as it began to subside she turned her head, lips searching for my own and I kissed her deeply and as our wet tongues wrestled I knew she would be able to taste herself.

I had finished but my cock had stayed hard and as we kissed I found myself starting to slowly move again... her eyes snapped open and fixed on me questioningly and I nodded.

We looked defiantly into one another's eyes and an unspoken challenge was issued.

I pulled out then and she gave a gasp at the emptiness but I didn't make her wait long.

I spun her around, bare ass cheeks on the edge of the desk and jeans still holding her knees only a few inches apart.

I bent my knees slightly and pushed my cocktail against her entrance from this angle and she gasped and gave a small, almost unbelieving shake of her head. I locked eyes with her and nodded as I pushed slowly back inside of her inch by inch.

She was so fucking tight like this and the angle meant I couldn't push completely inside but it also meant my shaft was sliding across her clit with every thrust and I slowly began to pick up the pace again, her fingers clawing into my chest as I locked eyes with her.

We fucked like this until she came again, her breath coming so fast that she almost passed out as I came inside her a second time in as many minutes and it was so intense I too was light headed.

We both removed our jeans fully and flopped onto the bed. Laying like that for a long time, not speaking, staring at the ceiling.

We spent the night together that night and in the early hours of the next morning we had sex again several times. She was particularly attractive in reverse cowgirl, watching her tight ass bounce on me as her long, silky and jet-black hair spilled down her pale back.

The next morning felt like the end of an era but it wasn't sad. We made small talk about the future, said we would keep in touch and didn't mention anything else.

As I packed my stuff and loaded my car it felt like the best it could have been from bad timing and the what ifs spiralled through my head.

I started the ignition and drove away.