The shorts lifted off her feet, and she tossed them in the air, and they traced an arc until they landed several feet away from her on the patio.

Lisa spread her legs wide, knees far apart. Her eyes locked with mine and I knew she was daring me to look at her.

At first, I couldn't. My eyes stayed on hers, although her nude body pulled on my gaze like gravity. I did not know how I looked to her - probably like I was pleading with her, Do you really want me to do this?

She nodded at me, just slightly, but distinctly enough to know her meaning.

My eyes left hers, and they traveled down her magnificent nude body, down her neck and chest, past her full breasts and thin waist and womanly hips, until they settled on her gorgeous, bare pussy, fully exposed between her lean, spread legs.

Her hand slid down her belly until it reached the delicate hood of skin over her clit. The fingers of her hand splayed out, spreading her lips with them. Lisa's pussy, glistening and pink, lay fully exposed to my eyes. The pearl of her clit popped out from under its hood.

And I couldn't look away. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't.

"Lisa " I started to say.

"Don't say anything, ted," she said. "Just watch."

I wanted to say something, but I couldn't. The words didn't come. I shut up, and I watched.

Her middle finger snaked down from the button of her clitoris to the open, pink expanse of her pussy, and it pushed in. Lisa threw her head back, and she moaned. The air was chilled now, but my body burned like a furnace. Crickets chirped. But the sound of Lisa moaning rose above everything else.

Her finger pushed in and out of the depths of her wet pussy, and I couldn't pull my eyes away.

"Lisa -" I started, but I didn't know what to say.

"You like looking at my pussy, don't you?" she asked.

"Yes," I said after a long pause.

"Yes, what?" Lisa asked.

"I like to look," I said.

"Look at what?" she asked. "Tell me”.

"I like looking at your pussy, Lisa," I said. The words left my lips, but they didn't seem like my words. They felt like they came from someone else, from a million miles away.

"Do you want my pussy?" Lisa asked. The finger of one hand moved in and out of her while the other hand spread her lips open in as lewd a display as she could manage.

I didn't say anything.

"Say it," Lisa urged. "Tell me you want my pussy."

Still I said nothing.

"Say it," she said. "I want that. I want you to want my pussy. I want my pussy to be yours. I want you to fuck it."

"Oh, Lisa," I said. My voice was thick and faint and it was all I could manage.

"Say it," she said.

"Oh, Lisa," I said again. I want you to fuck me. Say it. Say you want it."

I closed my eyes and I knew I had no more resistance. Whatever scruples I had were gone. I admitted it to myself: I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to fuck my roommate. Then and there.

"Yes," I said.

"Yes, what?" Lisa asked.

"I want to fuck you, Lisa," I said.

Lisa pulled her finger out of her pussy with a squishy sound and hopped up and scooted toward me by the table.

She clambered onto my lap. Her legs splayed out. Her butt pushed down on my cock. Her arms enfolded my shoulders and neck. Her face was inches from mine. Her lips were parted and open and waiting.

"Come on," she said. "Kiss me."

All resistance was gone. I kissed her.

Our mouths opened on each other and assaulted each other, with a loud smack. My tongue pushed forward until it met hers, and hers pushed back on mine. Our tongues tussled. Barely aware of what I was doing, I put one hand behind her head to pull her to me, and I put another hand on one of her breasts and tweaked and twisted a nipple between my fingers. The tips of my fingers savored the delicious hardness of her tit.

Lisa writhed against me, in my arms.

We sucked each other's mouths, tongues slapping and wrestling against each other, and hands sweeping over one another's bodies. I don't know how long we moved together like that. Time lost all meaning. But, eventually, desire rose in my breast, and I needed more than kissing.

My hands moved down, scooping Lisa's ass - that perfect ass -and I stood up and lifted her with me. With a feral growl I slung her over my shoulder.

"Oh!" she cried.

I stood up, and I was surprised at the ease with which I lifted her.

Lisa was surprised, too. I heard her reaction to the way I grabbed and carried her.

"Whoa," she said.”

"Time to go inside," I said.

"Whatever you say," she replied.

I carried her inside the house, I slung Lisa over my shoulder like a prize from a hunt. I knew what I wanted and nothing else mattered.

I entered my bedroom. Then I tossed her onto the bed. She bounced off the mattress and her legs splayed wide and her eyes met mine, searching mine, wondering what was to come next.

I didn't keep her in suspense long. My hands grabbed her ankles. I spread her legs wide. Lisa's pussy lay exposed and wet and open to my view.

I knew what I wanted. My hands clutched her thighs and my mouth went forward. I need to taste her.

I descended on her, and my lips contacted her lips - the lips that lay sweet and open between her legs. With one hand I pushed one of her legs back, and with the other I pushed back those sweet lips that beckoned to me. I pushed my tongue forward. I tasted that perfect savory taste, and I pushed further. In another moment, my tongue swirled around and caressed the depths of Lisa's pussy.

"Ted" she moaned.

Lisa's voice thrilled me, making my tongue move faster on her, but it stirred another part of me, too: my cock. It twitched, and it hardened. The need rose in me, a need that my mouth on her pussy could not fulfill.

My mouth pulled back. My eyes opened.

Lisa's legs splayed open as I pulled back from her.

Our eyes met.

"Fuck me," she said.

"That's what I'm going to do," I responded.

My hands went to her ankles and pushed them to either side. Lisa's lean, muscular legs splayed out to either side. I looked down and the fleshy lips of her pussy had parted, already, revealing her pink, moist and sparkly depths.

"I'm going to fuck you," I said.

"I want that," she said.

My cock at this point was steel-hard, and pointing straight toward the gap in her legs, so it wasn't difficult to push forward until the head of my cock nestled at her waiting pussy. Her hole beckoned. I pressed forward. My cock tip pressed against her. With a little angling I directed it toward the depths of her pussy. I pushed. It went in. Lisa was so wet that despite the snugness of her pussy my cock head had no trouble pressing forward and soon disappearing inside her. I thrusted again and my shaft slid inside her.

I looked down my cock had disappeared completely inside her wet pussy.

I pulled out, just a little, and I saw the coat of wet pussy juice that coated my cock.

I pushed back in, hard

My hard cock plunged into her again, harder and needier still. With every thrust into her she squealed.

After those initial thrusts I maintained a steady rocking motion, in and out of Lisa at a fast pace. On every in stroke I pushed the whole way until my body smacked against hers. I didn't want any part of her pussy to go un-fucked. I wanted to consume her entirely. She was mine and I claimed her with every thrust. And from the way Lisa's body writhed and from the moans that escaped her mouth I knew she wanted what I wanted. She wanted her roommate to fuck her. She'd wanted that for a while. It had taken me a while to come around, but I'd come around now, and I was all in.

I wanted to fuck my roommate, and I did.

I don't know how long we fucked, but it was a long time. I varied the rhythm of our fucking to keep it going and to hold off my orgasm. Soon after we started, I felt myself getting near to coming, so I slowed down, and when the feeling receded, I sped up again.

The whole time, Lisa's body bucked and swayed like an animal. Her voice was feral and needy.

"Oh yeah, fuck me!" she cried.

"That's right, Lisa," I said back. "I'm fucking you."

As my cock thrust in and out of her and she gasped with mouth open and eyes closed I beheld Lisa's body. She was beautiful - more lovely than any woman I'd ever fucked. I loved the way her breasts jiggled with the rocking of her body under my insistent thrusts. I loved the combination of innocence and animal lust that played over her face.

At last, inevitably, the feeling welled inside, and it would not be held back. I had to cum. I'd come too far, and now I had no choice. I wanted our urgent fucking to end on a high note, so I started pumping harder and faster, and every thrust ended in a sharp smack as our bodies clashed. My cock thickened harder and longer in anticipation of the load to come. And it came. With my eyes focused on the delicate beauty of Lisa's lips clinging to my hard-charging cock, I felt the surge coursing through me until the moment of sweet release into her. I cum in three grand spurts and several smaller ones. But I stayed inside her until I'd given everything I had. My body - spent and thrilled - collapsed on her, and I rolled over, on my side. We lay on the bed with our faces together, and with my cock still pressed firmly inside her.

We said nothing for a few moments, but our eyes spoke with one another in a silent conversation.

"You fucked me," Lisa said at last.

"I did," I replied, embarrassed but happy at the same time.

"It felt great," Lisa said, smiling. "I can't wait until we fuck again." She wrapped her arms around my neck, and we kissed. I pressed a hand against her bare bottom, partly for the sheer pleasure of the feel of her pert ass but partly to keep my cock within her depths.

I thought about what Lisa said: "until we fuck again." It had been strange enough to fuck her once. To fuck her again, to fuck her often and regularly - it was too much for my mind to handle in the moment.

But I knew it would happen. There was no doubt about it.

We lay like that together, cuddling each other, for a while, joined the entire time. At last Lisa pushed, and we rotated again, and this time I lay on my back on the bed and Lisa perched above me, riding me, her snug pussy encasing my cock. She began rocking, and with surprise and pleasure I felt myself hardening again.

Lisa looked down at me. Her hair was mussed up and her eyes shone.

"Being sheltered isn't so bad when you're sheltered with the right person."

She pushed down. I pushed up. We pushed together, and together our bodies pushed and pressed against each other and found joy and comfort in a world gone mad.