Not my finest hour—please don’t judge…

When I moved from the West Coast back east, I rented the upstairs area in a house to save money and buy some time to figure out where I wanted to live. My roommate was a single guy in his late 30’s, and tended to date younger. He was tall, good-looking, and successful, so he was always out with this or that girl, many of them ending up back at the house.

One evening I was still up and in the living room watching TV, about to go to bed, when he came home with his latest catch. She was in her late 20’s, brunette, really pretty face and great, petite, fit body. They had clearly had a bit to drink, and he opened a bottle of wine for them and poured me a glass as well, so I stayed up a few extra minutes and chatted with them before heading upstairs to give them their privacy.

A few hours later, I wake up thirsty and head down to the kitchen to get some water from the fridge. The kitchen is right next to the living room and there’s an open bay between them…as I stand at the fridge filling my glass, I hear some whimpering, like crying, coming from the sofa. As I walk around to the living room, I see her laying down on the sofa, and the roommate has gone to bed.

I kneel down to check on her, see what’s wrong, and she leans up and hugs me, crying. She says that they finished the bottle of wine, and then he went to bed and left her on the sofa. She then tells me that her stomach hurts a little and she wants me to feel it, just below her belly button…then she says “lower…lower” until I’m basically rubbing her pussy. She leans up and kisses me hard…

At that point it’s on. We make out and I reach under her skirt—no panties. I’m stroking her lips and she’s already soaked, so I slide a finger inside her, move up to rub her clit as we make out. She pulls away long enough to take her top off, and I cup her small, firm tit, taking her nipple between my fingers. I move my mouth onto her nipple and my hand back to her pussy, fingering her as I suck and lick her small nipple.

She sits up and tells me “We need to fuck.” She spreads her legs to either side of me and slides her ass up to the edge of the sofa as I pull my boxers down, freeing my engorged cock. I place the tip at her entrance and slide slowly inside her, letting her get used to my girth—she is wet but super tight. Once I’m balls deep, we start a frenzied fuck session—I’m pounding into her as she pulls at me, wordlessly encouraging me to go harder and deeper. She suddenly tenses up and keeps me inside her with her legs, pulsing through an intense orgasm. I resume slamming into her and as I start to cum, she again uses her legs to keep me inside her, and I blast rope after rope of cum deep in her.

We kiss softly for a minute as my cock softens in her. She slides further forward and I pull out, catching my dripping cum with my boxers. I go get her a towel and some water, and tuck her back in on the sofa (yeah, I know, but taking her up to my room could have caused more problems) and head upstairs to bed.

I’m an early riser, so I was up before my roommate, and she was already gone. I found out from him later that they both got really drunk (meaning he did) and he abruptly went to bed when things weren’t working on his end. Neither of us never saw her again…