When you share an apartment with two roommates, you rarely have it entirely to yourself. There’s usually at least one other person there, but since you live with your best friends, you usually don’t mind the company. But sometimes you’d rather both your roommates be gone at the same time, like when your FWB is over, for example.

Last Spring, the stars aligned and I had just such a moment. Both my roommates were going to be out for the whole evening and my FWB was coming over for a date night. I was very excited. We were going to cook dinner together, I was going to unleash my baking skills on him, and I knew we’d have sex. I tried to be as nice as possible as I hurried my roommates out of the apartment. I put on a very cute dress, did my hair and make up, and made sure my little apron looked adorable as I waited for my FWB and started cooking dinner.

He arrived looking as handsome as he always did and gave me a deep kiss as he came in. Not a “I know your friends are here” greetings peck, but a legitimate “I know I can slide my tongue into your mouth” hello kiss. So I was flustered as we went back into the kitchen. But cooking with him was just as fun as I expected it to be.

My roommates and I had a little balcony and had finally managed to thrift a cute little table and chairs for out there. My FWB and I decided to eat out there even though it was still a little chilly because it seemed fun and romantic. Turns out, it was fun and romantic. We ate and talked and enjoyed wine out there.

After the food was gone and two bottles of wine were mostly empty, I was feeling warm and fuzzy and undeniably aroused and I sort of just slipped into his lap (thankfully the thrift store chairs are as sturdy as they seemed!). We kissed more. A lot more. And I felt his warm hands on the cool flesh of my legs as I straddled him. The cool air and the company had given me goosebumps as he felt up to my ass and kissed my neck. Then he had me stand up for a second and he slipped my underwear off from under my dress as I giggled.

Standing there, I was completely covered by my dress, but I still felt so exposed on the balcony. But as he pulled me back into his lap, I found I didn’t mind that feeling much. I found that all I really cared about was the heat between my legs and the hardness between his. So as we kissed more desperately now, I grinded myself into him as he undid his belt and unzipped his pants. I never really saw it, I just felt it plunge into me.

I rode him on the balcony sitting in that thrift store chair, his hands all over my legs and ass, at times fully exposed to the cold evening breeze. Sort of grinding and bouncing as cars passed on the road near us and I could hear people walking on the sidewalk below. I cummed as he lightly nibbled on my hear and he finished soon after, exploding into me in a way I can only describe as sexgodlike.

I sat there for maybe a minute before I sheepishly collected my underwear and put it back on to ask if he’d bake cookies with me. He was still sitting there, his now soft cock shiny with the mixture of me and him, just smiling at me, like he knew I’d just gone way outside my comfort zone. Then he said of course and put himself away and we made cookies together.

They were delicious.