Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Nancy, The Roommate (MF, cons)
Date: 28 Sep 1995 21:55:12 GMT

			 Nancy, the Roommate

	Nancy is my current squeeze's ex-roommate from college. Nancy
was a graduate student (thirty) while Karen was an undergrad (twenty-
four). Many of Karen's friends are bright, earthy, funny people but
Nancy and I had a special bond between us. Being the same age we had
gone through some of the same changes at the same time and shared some
of the same experiences and outlooks that separated us from people
just five or six years younger.

	I'm up in this very small town in the western tier of New York
State in the town where they attend art school. I visit once every
month or so, Karen comes downstate once a semester and in between we
spend long hours on the phone, occasionally fantasizing verbally, each
of us getting off on long distance so to speak.

	Karen and I spend our time making love, visiting friends and
attending the ever present art shows in town. But most of two days
Karen is in class and her studio. She would get up by 7AM and be gone
a good part of the day. I'd make dinner for them (THESE WOMEN LIVED ON
TAB AND CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES AND PIZZA IN NORMAL TIMES).

	Late on Saturday morning I was in the kitchen doing last
night's dishes, alone in the house, or so I thought. My clothes had
mostly been stashed in the laundry so I'm standing around in my jockey
shorts and a t-shirt at the sink. Down the stairs and into the kitchen
comes Nancy. 5'6', long brown hair, strong taut legs and ass and small
breasts. She's wearing a very sleek Danskin and running shorts. She
looks at me, smiles and says, "You look much better with your pants
off."

	She has a look in her eye that I've seen before and every time
I've seen it and realized what it is and let things happen, I've been
the better for it. The danskin is more than sheer enough so that her
nipples are very visible, especially from only three feet away. I
can't resist holding my gaze for a second or two. She smiles, laughs,
keeps looking me straight in the eye.

	There's nothing to say. I turn around, me each toe one step
forward, and we're kissing. She's very good, lips against mine,
tongues almost immediately slipping into each other's mouths. My hands
reach behind for her ass, her around my back.

	I stroke the crack of her ass, reaching, if I could, to slide
completely under her. We stand this way for five minutes until she
reaches around and gently grabs my cock thru my shorts and squeezes.
She looks me in the eye again and my knees get weak with her fingers
wrapped around my dick. I thank God(dess) for the simple pleasures of
assertive women.

	Nancy leans against me, I quickly brush my hand across her
breasts, she stiffens slightly. We walk arm in arm into the living
room. She leads me toward the couch. She slides my shorts off and
throws them across the floor. She takes off her own and joins me on
the couch. We sit facing each other, my hand sliding over and over the
ass and crotch of her danskin, she slowly pumping my cock. Nancy
pushes me back on the couch and slides down to the floor, kneeling
between my legs.

	She kisses my cock and then takes it in her mouth, sucking and
tonguing the head and just below, slowly. She gradually takes more in
and I spread my legs further. I can feel her tongue constantly sliding
across and over the underside of my cock. I can see she's moved her
free hand down beneath her legs, rubbing her clit from outside of the
danskin.

	It's not just the feel of her mouth, not quite the same as a
vagina but with the special difference of a tongue. It's the sound.
I'm not one of those people who finds lovemaking awkward and messy.
Its incredible and the wet slurping sound of Nancy sucking me is very
loud in this empty house in a quiet town. After ten minutes the sounds
and the feeling are getting to be too much. I can feel a load, a
pressure in my balls. I'm not sitting still anymore and my back is
starting to arch. Nancy feels it and sucks a bit harder concentrating
on just the spot I need. She's getting high too, rubbing her clit,
taken up with her long time joy for giving head, knowing that she's
about finish off another.

	Just then she starts to stroke my cock with hard long hand-
strokes tip to balls and I shoot. Cum on my stomach and chest, the
rush of feeling it spurt out. She licks it and sucks, working on me
slowly until I'm totally done.

	She crawls up into my lap, rubbing herself against me,
nuzzling, biting my ears. I reach for the shoulder straps and slowly
peel off the danskin.

	She asks how long till I'll be ready again. Five or ten
minutes I reply. I'm not sixteen anymore.

	Now she sits forward on the couch, heels up on the edge of the
seat, spread enough for me to sit by her side, facing her and begin
fingering her. She's very wet. She responds to just one finger
inserted into her wet cunt. One arm around her shoulders, kissing, the
other hand in her vagina and softly stroking her clit. She has her ass
planted firmly on the couch next to me but she's moving against my
hand. Slow hand, long fingers, tracing lines up and down the walls of
her cunt, sliding in and out, pulling out sometimes and rubbing over
the lips. She whispers for me to go a little bit faster, then almost
immediately asks in a normal louder voice, "Little bit faster, little
bit deeper, babe, just keep it goin'."

	Now it's the sound of my finger sliding in and out of her.
Faster, she reaches down, close to her end, she wants it just the
exact way she needs it, she holds my hand and makes the extra change
she needs.

	Nancy's back arches and she comes loudly. There is no one in
the house and she is going to take advantage of it. She shakes for I
don't know how long in my arms as I hold her. I kiss her hair and face
and lick off the sweat as she slowly comes down. Two finger rests
inside her for a long time afterward.