This is the first of a multi-part series. This first installment is one of the least sexually-active chapters. Stay tuned for a whole lot more . . .

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I was searching for another friend to go get high outside and walked into my own bedroom to see Randall and a coworker of mine, Jane, fucking like animals.

Randall was my best friend, from when we met in Freshman English and to now, as my housemate in a great spot off campus with a few other friends. We're both fit, but Randall is a beast. 6'4" (to my measly 6') and a lean 200lb block of muscle. A competitive cross-country runner, his endurance is a thing of myth. He's pre-med and has a passion for music, having dropped out of a music degree after two years. He's usually dressed in a t-shirt and jeans and could crash a party and be invited back.

I know I'm gushing, but he's really quite a specimen and I'm honored to be friends. All men deserve a good friend.

As imposing as Randall was, Jane was tiny. She couldn’t have been taller than 5’0”, was super fit and regularly wore the most form-fitting, sleek dresses. Her body was perfectly proportional: she accentuated her handful-sized tits with stiff bras, and often wore her hair up to reveal the soft slope of her back, interrupted by her tight, perfectly rounded ass, before continuing down to her tight bronzed legs. As a gymnast since childhood, she did a lot of work to keep herself compact and tight.

Randall had Jane wrapped in his beefy arms, hooking his arms beneath her knees with her back against the wall, feet off the ground. Her facial expression alternated between utter serenity, with half-closed eyes gazing dreamily into Randall’s eyes, her mouth slightly open and her shoulders relaxed. She felt absolute pleasure as he folded her in half with her head arched back and eyes closed tightly, trying hard not to just ragdoll in his arms. Her toes curled and her feet flexed, and she hung onto Randall’s neck and hair for dear life as he threatened to join her as a wrecking ball through my wall into the bathroom.

Randall’s hands grasped Jane’s shapely ass cheeks, and I was certain he'd get into that perfect rear at some time during the night. Assplay was something both of us enjoyed (but hadn't done with each other, yet).

We were like sorority girls, Randall and me: sharing sex tales and tips. Even though we lived together and had one group of mutual friends, most of our social lives were separate. Overlap of partners happened even when she didn’t know we were friends until the next morning, when we’d cook our dates breakfast before driving them back to their houses or dorms. I told him once about a girl who liked anilingus (but no more, as I learned), and the very next weekend he happened to meet that very same girl at a party and got to have some anal fun for himself.

When I opened the door and let in the dance music playing downstairs, Randall glanced in my direction.

He continued pumping into Jane, a pendulum slamming their pelvises together as his thick rod entered and re-entered Jane’s cunt with passionate force. We’d seen each other naked on occasion and I know his cock to be larger than mine, at least eight inches with decent girth.

According to some shared long-term partners, though, I have more finesse and passion than Randall, so regardless of size, the ‘motion of the ocean’ certainly counts.

Randall kept his torso nearly still, using only his arms and legs to drive himself into Jane over and over and over again. She emitted little squeaks to match his deep grunts, and I saw her perfect firm boobs squished between their bodies.

“Hey man,” he said through heavy breathing and sweat.

I quickly processed what I was seeing and responded, as if nothing unusual was happening just feet from the handwritten draft of my mid-term paper lying on my desk.

“Uh, hey. Seen Dave?”

Randall released a long moan as Jane tightened her grip around his neck and hugged close. He released one leg and Jane wrapped it around his back as Randall placed his hand on the wall to steady himself, allowing a brief respite from their sweaty activity to talk.

He held her close to him with his other arm around her, and his cock stayed in her. Her legs twitched and shook as the pleasure kept pulsing through her body as she continued to massage his pulsating penis within her hot pussy. She squeezed her muscles to keep the action alive between them and gyrated her hips into his, making him have to catch his breath again from the stimulation before answering me. Jane flashed a sultry grin at Randall and as she leaned back a bit from him, she took one hand to rub the nipple on one of apple tits.

Randall smiled at her then glanced back at me, “Yea, outside, I think. [grunt] Smoking.”

I looked at Jane, and she looked right at me with those gorgeous blue eyes, shaded by her loose blonde hair. I winked, smiled, and waved. I don’t think she knew that Randall and I were friends, let alone that we lived together. I have even greater doubt she knew that they were having their chimpanzee sex in my bedroom!

We were co-workers, but didn't really know each other outside of the office. If she wasn’t in the throes of orgasmic pleasure with a man more than twice her size, she probably would have said something. What she could accomplish, however, with sweat dripping down her back to roll off her ass, was just a loopy smile.

“Great, thanks. Don’t break anything,” I said, glancing around my room.

I nodded to Randall, backed out of my room, closed the door, and shook my head at a couple standing in the hallway who must’ve seen that surprisingly calm exchange between me, fully dressed, and the porno going on in my room.

“It’s alright. We’re friends,” I said to them, straight-faced.

The guy in the couple chuckled and went back to making out with his date. She was leaning against Randall’s door, with her legs spread and the guys’ hand up her skirt. Her top was askew and one large breast hung out. I didn't recognize her face, but I'm sure her tits had been out a time or two before.

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