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The Hot & Horny Red-headed Roommate

"You sure?" Kristen asked. "You're going to walk the whole way home? It's pretty far from here to your place."

"Oh yeah," I responded, "too expensive to take a cab, and I could use the walk."

"Okay," Kristen responded with a smile. "That would be great."

I swear to you that I had no ulterior motive when I offered to walk Kristen home that night. I was fully planning to head straight back to my place afterwards, planning in my head to drink a little water before bed to stave off any hangover. The conversation was fun and pleasant, and I really enjoyed talking to Kristen. Still, it came as a surprise when we got to her building and Kristen said, "Hey, you want to come up and have a drink or something before you head home?"

The even bigger surprise was when I quickly responded, "I'd love that, if you don't mind." It felt like the words were coming out of my mouth before my brain even had a chance to register what I was saying. I'm still not sure why I said it. Part of me suspects that I was feeling lonely after spending all my time with Cassidy and then suddenly not having her. Part of me suspects I was just drunk and turned on by Kristen.

The biggest surprise (unless you remember where you are reading this story) was that five minutes after walking in the door to her apartment, Kristen was sitting on my lap and we were making out on her couch. It was an epic make out session: no words, no heading for second or third base, just 30 minutes of sucking face. Her lips were so soft and full, I couldn't help but start comparing everything about her to Cassidy. I tried to drive those thoughts out of my head, and focus on Kristen, but I couldn't help noticing all the new things that were different from Cassidy. For example, Cassidy liked to swirl her tongue around mine when we were French kissing. Kristen would dart her tongue between my lips and brush my tongue, and then pull her tongue back quickly, like she was playing coy. And Cassidy liked to move all over the place, sometimes she'd nibble on my neck a little and then go back to kissing me softly on the lips. Kristen held my face in her hands like she was trying to zero in on my lips and make sure she didn't miss a single kiss on her target.

I reveled in nibbling on Kristen's lips and kissing her deeply, so it took me a while to realize what we were doing with her grinding on my lap. What woke me up to all the naughty possibilities was Kristen grinding her pelvis against my legs. Somehow in all the frenching, Kristen had moved herself down one of my legs so her hips were really grinding downward against my thigh.

Right in front of me were her perfect, perky breasts. They were much smaller than Cassidy's but fit Kristen's frame very nicely and always seemed so impossibly shapely and round in her work shirts. I reached out with both hands and cupped her full breasts, daring to squeeze the firm flesh in my palms and feel the fullness of Kristen's young melons.

I thought to myself that Kristen's tits seemed just perfect for my hands, filling them completely with warm tit flesh while not providing much overflow beyond my fingertips. Cassidy's tits, especially when she was naked, were such a handful that I sometimes felt they were overwhelming my hands or too much to hold onto while we were fucking. Then I immediately screamed at myself in my head, "STOP COMPARING KRISTEN TO CASSIDY! STOP THINKING ABOUT CASSIDY!!"

I rubbed at Kristen's hardening nipples, feeling her little tips beginning to poke out from beneath the fabric of her bra and shirt. She responded by moaning into my mouth and grinding herself harder against my thigh.

I took that as a cue to let one hand slide down over Kristen's body and feel for the waistband of her pants, but Kristen quickly broke our kiss. She pulled her head back and looked at me, cheeks a little flushed, with a combination of lust and worry in her eyes. "Not yet, okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, of course," I responded.

We quickly went back to kissing and she seemed to have no trouble with me playing with her perky breasts through her top. I cupped the tips of her firm boobs between my fingertips and stroked her hardening nipples with my thumbs. That got Kristen grinding hard again against my leg, mashing her pussy back and forth over my thigh, through all of our clothes. She started whimpering cutely into my mouth as we kissed, almost mewling as my thumbs picked up their rubbing against her nipples and her hip thrusts became more frantic to match that speed.

Kristen broke our kiss, and I looked up at her pretty face as she moaned, "Oh... oh... ohhhhh," in time with the grinding of her pelvis against my thigh. Her eyes were shut and her cute apple cheeks were totally flushed with arousal. I pinched her nipples through her shirt gently, and her eyes flew open in surprise as she yelled, "OHHHHHH!"

And then Kristen surprised me, letting out a high pitched squeak of, "Oh crap!" before her little body started to tremble atop me. Her arms embraced the back of my head and hugged me tightly to her chest as her legs shook and her mid section seemed to spasm atop me. She was cumming. As she trembled and panted, her little body lost in the bliss of orgasm, my cock swelled to full girth beneath her. I hadn't had a girl cum from dry humping me since freshman year of college.

Kristen sat slumped against me for several moments, resting in my lap while half hugging me and half using me for support. When she finally looked up at me with sleepy, brown eyes, she said, "Do you want to sleep over?"

My thoughts at the time were all over the place. The evening had already gone in a direction far from the one I had expected. I probably should have ended it there, I told myself the best thing would be to walk home and then start again in the morning by trying to figure out what I should do or what I wanted to do next. But I was horny and my cock was rock hard, so of course I stayed.

Sadly for my throbbing dick, the most physical activity Kristen and I did after that was walk hand-in-hand to her bedroom. We lay down atop the covers, still fully clothed except for our shoes, and talked for a while. Just before we drifted off to sleep, Kristen said, "Sorry I couldn't... you know... didn't... let things go any farther... between us... earlier."

"It's okay," I responded, eyes already half closed. "I still had fun."

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I woke up the next morning to the sound of the shower running in Kristen's bathroom, the door between the bedroom and bathroom was almost half open. Luckily I remembered instantly where I was, though I was slightly horrified to find my work clothes from the day before were horribly rumpled and smelled clearly like I had slept in them- which, of course, I had. I also quickly judged from the light coming in her window that it was still fairly early in the morning.

My two immediate problems were a combination of REALLY badly needing to take a piss and having one of the worst cases of morning wood I have ever had. My cock was a rigid pole, so hard it might have been made of metal.

It didn't sound like Kristen was nearing the end of her shower, so I walked quietly to the half closed door and knocked tentatively on the door frame.

"That you, Kevin?" came Kristen's voice.

"Yup," I responded. "Sorry to disturb, but is there any chance that I use the toilet? I kind of really need to take a leak."

"Ummm," came a hesitant response, and then, "Sure."

Cautiously I entered the bathroom. The shower was against the far wall, perpendicular to the bedroom I had just left. I should have expected that Kristen would have both a shower curtain and a shower liner. Although both were a little see through, combined I could see very little beyond the general outline of Kristen's body in the shower. That was a big disappointment, because even that outline of her femininely curvy little body was sexy. But it also meant Kristen couldn't see me, which was a good thing because I had been a little worried about getting stage fright and being unable to piss in front of her. Plus she hadn't shown me any of her body and I wasn't about to just show her my cock.

My dick was so hard that it took a little maneuvering to get it pointed down at the toilet, but soon I was blissfully taking my morning leak.

"Holy hell, that's a big dick!" came the exclamation from behind me.

I was so shocked by the unexpected outburst that I jumped, and Kristen was very lucky I was able to control my stream and keep from pissing all over the back of her toilet.

I turned my gaze to the side and saw Kristen's wide-eyed face, black hair wet and clinging to the back of her head and neck, as she poked her head out around the shower curtain.

Kristen looked up at my eyes and smiled mischievously. "Sorry, I peeked."

I had to go so bad, I was still sending a steady stream into the toilet when I replied, "Well that's not very fair."

"Is it because I didn't... let you get off last night that it's so hard like that?" Kristen asked, "Or are you so turned on that it's hard like that even while you're peeing?"

I chuckled a little, still careful to aim my piss, as I responded, "It's just morning wood."

"What's morning wood?" Kristen asked.

"You don't know?" I asked incredulously.

"No," she replied quietly, "Am I supposed to?"

I began shaking off the last drops and putting my dick back into my pants while I explained. "Morning wood happens because, when you wake up, all the blood rushes to your extremities. In guys, it also fills up our dicks with blood and sometimes gives us a serious hard on."

I was already washing my hands in the sink, and Kristen popped her head back into the shower. So I asked, "Have you never heard that before? And why did you feel like you needed to talk about how big my dick was?"

Kristen called back through the shower curtain, "Nope, I had no idea it did that. I can't believe how little control you guys have over your thingies. And I haven't seen many dicks before, other than like in science class, but yours is definitely the biggest... unless morning wood makes your dicks a whole lot longer."

"Nope, it doesn't do that," I replied and Kristen shut off the water in the shower.

Her head poked back around the curtain and blatantly looked right down at my crotch. "How long does morning wood last?" she asked. "You're still totally hard."

"I don't know," I responded, as she grabbed her towel off the rack on the bathroom wall without revealing anything more than her slender, wet arm. "It might still be hard now because I fell asleep with blue balls and now I'm talking to you while you're in the shower."

"Ha!" she responded, sounding triumphant. "Blue balls. That's one I know." I heard a lot of rustling noises as she toweled herself off in the shower, and then she continued sounding playful, "So you're still turned on by me, eh?"

"Yup," I replied, "Why wouldn't I be."

"You don't mind that I... stopped things where they stopped last night?" she asked.

"Well I would have loved if they had continued further," I responded, "But I don't mind that they stopped where they did."

The curtain drew back and Kristen stood in the tub with her towel wrapped around her body and tied over her breasts. "You still look like you're hard," she stated almost matter-of-factly.

"You're still sexy and standing there with just a towel on," I responded.

She shot me a suspicious look, but smiled as she said, "Listen, I like you and I really enjoyed last night, but this is the first time we've even kissed or anything. I don't feel like it's right to do anything more together, but if you want to take care of yourself before you leave, I certainly wouldn't have a problem with that."

I knew what Kristen was suggesting, but just to be sure I asked, "Take care of myself?"

"You know," she responded quickly, "jerk off."

"What, right here in front of you?" I asked with a joking tone.

"Well," she seemed a little flustered, "Wherever you want to do it or however you want to do it."

"However, I want to do it?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"Well I'd prefer to do it with you," I responded with a broad smile.

"Well go ahead and do it right here then," she responded. I could hear that she was trying to force an indignant sound into her response, but there was a little eagerness there, and her eyes kept dropping down to my crotch as if she was just waiting for me to show it to her again. "I'm not going to touch it or anything, but do it however you like."

Instantly my mind flashed to so many things I had done with Cassidy, from jerking off into her hair that very first time to cumming on her face while she stood in the shower. And just as quickly as all those lustful memories flashed before me, a voice in my head shouted, "STOP THINKING ABOUT CASSIDY! Kristen is a beautiful and amazing girl, and you're with HER now."

Kristen looked at me questioningly, wondering why I was hesitating, but I collected my thoughts and finally responded, "It doesn't seem very fair that you peeked and got to see my cock but I haven't seen anything of you."

"Well what are you suggesting?" she asked warily, her hands instinctively going up her body to grasp the top of her towel more firmly.

The old me would have hesitated further, maybe even told Kristen that it was okay and I was just going to go home. But the person who had done some amazing and wild things with Cassidy responded, "Well why don't you help me out and show me a little of yourself?"

"What are you suggesting?" Kristen asked again

"Why don't you... help me speed things along and make them more enjoyable by showing me those beautiful breasts I got to play with last night?" My response was carefully calculated to tell Kristen that I thought she was beautiful and remind her that I had already played with her boobs, all in the hopes she would show them to me. But the look she gave me was skeptical.

Finally she responded, "So you're a boob man, eh?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well if you were a guy who loved asses, you would have asked to see my butt. Or maybe you would have asked to see as much of my legs as I'd be willing to show you. But you want to see my breasts," she replied in another matter-of-fact voice, as if she was teaching me the birds and the bees.

"I'd prefer to see all of you, but since you don't seem open to that idea, I thought I'd ask to see those lovely breasts I had so much fun with last night," I responded teasingly.

"Go ahead and start stroking yourself, right there," Kristen said quietly, "and maybe I'll let you see something to help, if that's what you want."

Again, the old me would have hesitated, or at least been uncomfortable with the idea of just jerking off while standing there, still wearing all my work clothes from the day before. But the new me reached into my pants and pulled out my still mostly hard dick. Kristen's big, brown eyes went right to my cock and stared as if she were transfixed, while my palm gripped my pole and began to slide up and down my shaft. It might have been my imagination, but I thought she sighed a little.

As I began to rub up and down my long pole, it didn't take much for my erection to return to full strength. Kristen just silently watched my hand stroking my thick dick, the only sounds in the room were the last bits of water from the shower dripping into the drain and the soft sound of my hand sliding tightly over my cock skin.

"I showed you mine," I teased, never stopping my jacking motion. Kristen's big, chestnut brow eyes raised to meet my gaze again. "Will you show me yours?"

"You really think it will help?" Kristen asked half doubtful, half teasing.

"Definitely," I replied with a smile.

As my hand continued to slide slowly up and down my pole, Kristen sighed. She stared at the bathroom ceiling for a brief moment, as if contemplating, then back down at my fully engorged dick where she watched my hand slide rhythmically up and down. Finally, her eyes met mine again, she bit her full lip in cute nervousness, and then she slowly let the wet towel slide down from her chest.

First the round tops of her smooth breasts slid into view, very perky and barely sagging as she released their weight. Then slowly her nipples became visible, a dark red almost turning to brown. They were small little nipple tips, but they capped her nice, round breasts perfectly. As the towel dropped to nearly her waist, I got to see the full exposure of Kristen's firm tits, and I sighed appreciatively while I felt the sparks of arousal building in my groin.

They were much smaller than Cassidy's big jugs, and the nipples were a different color, but they seemed so perfect for the curve of Kristen's smaller, sexy frame. "STOP COMPARING EVERYTHING TO CASSIDY!" the voice in my head demanded once again.

"Does this help?" Kristen finally asked.

"Oh yeah, A LOT," I said with a smile. "You have no idea."

Kristen chuckled softly, but I could easily read the uncertainty on her young face. So I added, "Between last night and getting to see your... beautiful, beautiful breasts, I think I'm going to cum soon."

"Really?" Kristen asked. "Is there something else I can do to help, without touching it or anything?" She quickly added on the last part to her question.

"Yeah, do you have any lotion or anything?" I asked.

"Right there on the edge of the sink next to you," Kristen replied. She had so many bottles of stuff on the side of her bathroom sink that it took me a second to find the lotion.

I picked up the bottle with my free hand. The tingles were already starting in my loins, with Kristen's innocent behavior combined with her full breasts openly on display. I wasn't going to stop jerking myself off, but I needed some lubrication. The little squirt bottle proved slightly awkward in my one free hand.

"You mind helping me with the lotion?" I asked.

"Sure," Kristen quickly and enthusiastically responded. "You want me to squirt it right on your... dick?"

"That'd be great, if you don't mind," I replied, handing her the bottle.

"Of course," Kristen responded with a smile. She was very careful and deliberate with her attention, but soon a generous flow of cool body lotion was deposited onto the top of my cock and my hand was spreading it over my dick. The instant slipperiness and the ease of now tightly gripping my cock head had an instant effect. The view of Kristen's full, round breasts hanging below her as she helped lubricate my cock also helped with my arousal.

"Oh yeah," I moaned, "That's so good. Thanks."

"Anything else I can do, without you know, touching it?" Kristen asked again, a full smile on her face as her brown eyes switched back and forth repeatedly from looking at my aroused face to watching my lotion-coated hand slip up and down my hard meat.

"If you can't touch me, which I don't mind," I began uncertainly, "Can I touch you?"

"Where?" Kristen asked suspiciously.

"Your breasts?" I asked.

"Sure!" She responded with a smile.

Just her happily willing reaction alone turned me on a little more. I awkwardly took a couple of shuffle steps towards Kristen, still standing in the shower, while never stopping the up and down motion of my tight fist milking my sensitive dick. When I got close, Kristen helpfully stuck her chest out a little bit, though I could tell from the way she was standing that she was ready to spring backwards if I tried anything she didn't like.

When I reached up and my hand closed over her soft breast, the smooth, firm tit filling my palm, her hard little nipple poking into my hand, I felt the sparks inside me go haywire.

"Oh shit," I warned, "I'm going to cum."

"Already?" Kristen asked, keeping her chest stuck out so I could squeeze and fondle her tender tit flesh. "Just from that."

There wasn't much time. "Where do you want me to cum?" I asked breathlessly, my fingers playing with her bare nipple while my other hand rubbed firmly against my cock skin. The building fire of the orgasm was almost upon me.

"Ummm," Kristen responded, trying to think quickly, "Can I see you shoot it for me into the tub drain over there?"

"You want me to shoot it for you?" I asked, looking down at her pretty face. Her eyes never left my cock and my hand insistently jacking it.

"Yeah," she responded eagerly.

"You want me to cum for you so you can see it?" I asked, my voice shaking.

"Yeah," she responded, almost moaning. "Cum for me."

Her encouragement was the last spark I needed. I moaned loudly as my slippery hand slid up down over my pole, the orgasm bursting from deep inside of me and crashing like a wave over all of my senses. I never let go of Kristen's firm, full breast, and may have squeezed it a little hard as thick ropes of my hot, white cum spewed out of my tip. The fat ropes of cum mostly pooled over the tub drain, but lines of it radiated outward along the bottom of the tub.

After I finally released Kristen's firm tit flesh from my grasp, I quickly made my way over to the sink to wash the goo off of my hand. "Sorry if I squeezed your breast too tight there at the end."

"No, that's fine," Kristen responded, quickly rearranging her towel to re-cover her breasts. "That was hot."

I smiled broadly back at her, our eyes meeting. "I'm glad you thought so too," I replied.

After splashing water on my face and running my fingers through my hair a few times, I decided I should try to walk home before too many people were out on the streets. Kristen agreed and dressed quickly, and I gave her a light peck on the lips while saying goodbye. Luckily Kristen's roommate and most of the neighborhood were still asleep when I left. I got a few judging looks from older couples out walking the sidewalks, but they barely distracted me from the thoughts racing through my head.

I was pretty sure I was in love with Cassidy. At least, I hadn't cared about someone as much as I strongly cared for her. But she was acting weird, almost purposefully distant. And Kristen was... well... all around wonderful. How the hell had I gotten so lucky to spend the night with her anyway? But I really did love Cassidy. Was I just being a typical terrible guy, chasing whatever new, hot thing appeared in front of me? Was I screwing up my chance with Cassidy? Or was Kristen really... something more like what I was looking for?

I was almost relieved when I got home to find Cassidy wasn't there. I was pretty sure I didn't want her to catch me in my work clothes from the day before. And I felt like I needed time to think things over before I tried to talk to her. Some wet dishes in the kitchen sink made it look like she had eaten dinner in the apartment, but there was no sign of her.

Over the course of the day, like a typical coward, I decided to see how things went that weekend between me and Cassidy before I tried to have any talk about what was going on between us, and definitely before mentioning anything about Kristen. I was being passive, but it seemed like the best thing to do.

Other than making a quick run for groceries and then stopping to pick up lunch on the way home, I was home all day. Cassidy wasn't. I went to bed that night wondering again where she was, but determine based on our last interaction that I didn't have to worry about her.

The next morning I did make a proactive decision. I called Kristen.

"Hey Kristen?" I asked, when she picked up the phone.

"Yeah?" she responded.

"It's Kevin," I informed her.

She laughed, a light chuckle. "I know."

"Well... I was wondering if you might want to hang out some time this week," I said, trying to sound as casual as I could muster with my heart pounding a deafening drumbeat in my ears. "Maybe we could grab dinner together or something on Wednesday."

"Are you asking me out on a date?" she asked. I thought I could hear some teasing in her voice.

"If you're okay with it being a date, then yes," I responded, trying to keep my voice steady and even.

"Aren't guys supposed to wait three days or something before calling a girl?" she asked.

"You definitely don't know much about guys, do you?" I teased right back.

That drew a hearty chuckle from the other end of the line. "I'd love to," she responded. "Anyplace you have in mind?"

"You want to talk about it at work this week?" I asked. "There's some places near the office that I like, but I'd be open to picking a place depending on what kind of food you're in the mood for."

"Sounds good to me," she replied.

"Great, I'll see you tomorrow," I said, ending the call. I couldn't stop smiling for a long while after that call.

The smile was totally forgotten when Cassidy finally got home. It was almost 2:00 in the afternoon, but she walked in the door looking a little rumpled and wearing a tight little dress she often wore when going out dancing.

"Hey," I called out as she came into the living room, trying to sound casual. "Crazy night?" I asked.

"I really just want to take a shower," she told me over her shoulder as she headed to her bedroom. "You mind if I do that first?"

"Of course not," I replied, confused by her response.

The sound of the shower ran for twenty minutes, but it was another twenty five after that before Cassidy emerged from her room. I pretended to be too engrossed in the tv show I was watching to notice. I didn't want her to feel nervous around me, or appear too interested in where she had been all day. But I was surprised and apprehensive when she quietly began preparing some food in the kitchen without saying a single word to me. She didn't even say hello, or ask how I was doing.

Some time later the noises in the kitchen stopped and Cassidy quietly came to sit with me in the living room. When I looked over at her, she was absently stirring a steaming bowl of food with a pained expression on her face.

"I have something I have to tell you," she said softly without looking at me.

"Go ahead, shoot," I said, muting the television.

"I've been avoiding saying it because I don't know what you're going to say," she continued, still not looking at me.

I tried to make a joke in responding, "All the things we've done together and you're afraid of just saying something," but she didn't even crack a smile. That made me really nervous. A thought flashed through my mind that maybe she was pregnant, and that terrified me. So I added, "Look, you're the one who kept telling me that if I wanted something I should go ahead and ask for it. So tell me what it is that you want to say."

Finally she looked up at me with those sparkling blue eyes. There was an unfamiliar emotion behind those eyes, maybe fear? Maybe sadness? But then she said, "I met someone."

The silence hung between us, stretching onward painfully. I was pretty sure what she had meant, but I had to ask anyway, "What do you mean you met someone?"

She sighed, eyes dropping back down to her food. "I'm seeing someone. I met a guy and we've been seeing each other... you know, going out and stuff... doing things together."

It felt like someone had stabbed me through the heart with an icicle while the ground suddenly dropped out beneath me. And I was falling, no sense of where I was, no bearings, just tumbling inside.

Cassidy continued quietly but steadily, as if once she had started talking there was no stopping the words. "I kind of felt like I hadn't been doing anything new in a while, so the weekend after the wedding I went out with some friends and they introduced me to this guy. And we hit it off pretty quickly, and I don't know really how it happened but... we've been spending a lot of time together."

She looked up at my face and then winced. Before I could even realize that my mouth was hanging wide open, she went on, "Us at the wedding got... kind of intense for me. And I didn't plan things to happen this way, they just did. And I knew you were going to be upset about it, so I didn't know what to say, and then the longer it went on the harder it became to say anything. I hope you know that I didn't mean to hurt you."

How had she not known it was going to hurt me?! What was all the stuff we had been doing before?! Why had we done so well and everything gone so great, and then all of a sudden this? Those were the thoughts that leapt to the front of my mind, but somehow I didn't want to say anything. I just wanted to curl up into a ball in my room by myself and never go anywhere.

So the silence stretched between us again, until Cassidy finally said, "Do you want to say anything?"

Somehow what came out was, "Are you happy with him?"

"Yes," she replied without hesitation. A few more seconds crawled by in silence before she said again, "I'm sorry," and then took her bowl and went into her room.

I turned off the tv, went into my room, and lay in bed staring at the ceiling. All night I lay there, trapped alone with my thoughts, feeling as if someone had replaced my beating hear with a bundle of razors that was cutting up my insides. I tried at first to go back through my thoughts and justify to myself that Cassidy wasn't really going to stick with this guy. She was going to come back to me. We had too much fun together and the sex was too good.

Then I tried to rack my brain to see if there had been any clue that this was coming. I accused her in my thoughts of deceiving me. But the more I thought about it, the more concerns did come to mind. There was her cool reception after the wedding. There was the guys she flirted with at the bar. There was the fact that she had never wanted to be openly affectionate with me when we were with other people.

I barely noticed when the dim light of morning began to spread across my ceiling. I still felt like I was falling inside, tumbling down a hole with no bottom. I felt a little like crying, but tears wouldn't come out.

Sometime around mid-morning, still lying on my back on my bed, another painful truth dawned on me. I thought that Cassidy and I were in a relationship, but at the same time I had happily fooled around with Kristen. I wanted to be the one who decided what was going to happen between me and Cassidy, but I didn't really want it to end. Slowly, over the course of the day, I clung to the thought that maybe I had known all along that Cassidy wasn't going to stay with me, and maybe I wanted Kristen. The idea that I might be better off with Kristen felt like the only thing that kept me from going insane that night.

Heading into work Monday morning was tough. I had eaten just a bowl of cereal since Saturday night, and not slept much Sunday. The worst part was feeling like something had died inside of me, but the world continued on. Happy people passed me as I headed to my office, people going about their lives, even though I was hurting because part of my world had ended.

I thought that seeing Kristen would cheer me up, and it did, but not as much as I hoped. She greeted me with a smile when I walked in, while we both played it coy and hid the fact that anything had happened between us. Somehow I stumbled through the next couple of days, the brightest moment in my week coming on Tuesday when Kristen and I were alone and she said, "I'm looking forward to dinner tomorrow night."

I saw Cassidy once during that time, as she walked from the front door into her room on Monday night, without saying anything to me.

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At first, dinner on Wednesday was like a band aid on stab wound. It held me together but barely did anything for the pain. After we had ordered but before the appetizers arrived, Kristen shook me out of my melancholy.

"What's wrong?" she finally asked. "You've been kind of down all week. Is it something to do with your roommate or are you disappointed that you asked me out on a date?"

I was so startled by Kristen's question that I almost hit my knees on the underside of the table. "What do you mean my roommate?" I asked.

"So it is your roommate?" she responded. "That's a relief I guess. I was starting to be sure that you regretted asking me out."

"No, of course not," I replied emphatically. "I'm really happy you agreed to this dinner." I decided to be a little honest with her. "Honestly, I'm really glad I've had this to look forward to, it's been helpful. But why do you think it has to do with my roommate?"

Kristen searched my face skeptically, as if she was trying to decipher if I was telling the truth that my depression had nothing to do with her. Finally she responded, "You used to talk about her all the time, and tell everyone stories about funny things you two did together or that she did. If I didn't know you better and know that you would have told me that something was going on between the two of you, I would have thought that you two were dating or something. But in the last few weeks you've barely said anything about her, ever since you got back from that wedding out of town. And this week you haven't mentioned her at all."

Women could be frighteningly perceptive sometimes, and Kristen scarily so.

"It's a bunch of things," I lied, "But us being roommates is one of the bigger ones, I guess. I don't know if we're going to work out as roommates after all," when I said it then, it was the first time I had seriously allowed myself to consider that possibility, "We haven't been getting along. And that kind of makes me sad, I thought we were going to be good roommates."

It was close enough to the truth that it seemed to have convinced Kristen. "I'm sorry to hear that, really," Kristen said consolingly, "She sounds like fun. Do you want to talk about it."

"Not really," I told Kristen, "I rather talk about happier things, like finally getting a chance to get to know you outside of the office."

It might have been bald faced flattery, but Kristen's smile told me that it had worked. Deciding to focus on happier thoughts also helped with me. By the time the dessert arrived I was laughing for the first time in several days, and Kristen and I were having a great time together.

I swear, I didn't plan for anything to happen that night. I had gone into the evening in such a sad funk that I told myself I'd be pleased if Kristen and I both left smiling at the end of the night. But we walked out of the restaurant laughing, her arm around my arm. And then I was walking her home. And then I was going up to her apartment for a drink to cap off the night. And then we were making out again on Kristen's bed.

Other than sitting on the bed in her room instead of the living room, it was a remarkably similar set up. We were both still wearing our clothes from work, and she was sitting on my lap showering me with very soft and precise kisses. I loved the feeling of her soft, full lips pressed against mine, the feel of the tip of her tongue brushing wetly against mine. I loved the feel of her soft breasts in the palm of my hand, even if I was searching for the nub of her little nipples through the covering of her bra and shirt.

This time, Kristen's shirt dr*ped loosely over her midsection. As our lips pressed insistently against each other, I ran my hands down the side of her firm, young body and easily slipped both beneath the bottom dr*pe of her top. My hands found her skin beneath her shirt to be smooth and warm, and I slid my hands slowly upwards over that soft skin.

Kristen broke our kiss just as my fingers made their way to the tantalizing bottom edge of her bra. "No sex tonight, okay?" Kristen asked, her dark eyes looking seriously into mine from just a few inches away.

"Sure," I said, "If I do anything you don't like, you just tell me and I'll stop. Okay?"

After another couple seconds staring searchingly into my blue eyes, Kristen seemed to decide that was good enough for her because she went back to kissing my face again.

It didn't take long after exploring the surface of Kristen's lacy bra for my eager hands to get bored. I moved quickly to Kristen's back and appeared to have her bra unsnapped even before she realized what I was doing. Though she let out a little squeak into my mouth as the clasp sprung free, she didn't stop kissing me and lifted her arms to help me get the bra straps over her shoulders.

That may have been a mistake by Kristen because I lifted up with both hands and she soon found her bra and her shirt both going up over her head. Her beautiful, firm breasts popped into view just in front of my face, and as soon as I spotted her dark, little nipples, I was leaning forward to suck one into my mouth.

"Ohhhhh," she moaned as my hot, wet mouth closed over the top of her teat, and the tip of my tongue found her rapidly hardening nipple. I sucked a little harder around her firm tit flesh as I ran the length of my tongue over her nipple tip, eliciting an "Ohhh God," from Kristen.

One of my hands, now free of her clothes, reached up to grasp the full, firm breast in my mouth. As I suckled on her nipple and swirled my tongue wetly all over the smooth top of her breast, my hand filled with the firm but yielding fullness of Kristen's tit.

Kristen responded by pulling the back of my head against her firm bosom, and her hips began to grind downwards against me again. I switched my mouth to her other breast, grasping that boob with my other hand and guiding the excited little nipple into my warm, sucking mouth. While I slathered my tongue all over the new nipple, my hand squeezing the firm, smooth flesh further into my mouth, I grasped her other breast firmly in my other hand and rubbed her wet nipple back and forth with my thumb. This brought another deep moan from Kristen, who started furiously grinding herself downward against my leg.

I was a little tired of being grinded against, with no attention to my penis, so in a fairly fluid motion I lifted up my hips while simultaneously grasping Kristen and spinning her in a turn. We landed as I had hoped, with her underneath me and her bare breasts against my chest, my growing cock squarely between her legs. My manhood was still confined in my pants, but as I began to thrust my hips downwards against Kristen's body, she quickly got the idea. The length of my dick was now rubbing against her pussy through her pants, and she was quickly grinding her hips back up against me.

I kissed my way up Kristen's bare chest, my fingers now toying with both of her wet nipples, as my soft lips found the underside of her neck and began kissing and licking her wetly there. Kristen went wild, shoving her hips upwards against me as I tried to ride her body while grinding back against her.

Eventually, Kristen's hands pressed against my shoulder, and she pushed me upwards a little so she could look me in the eyes once again. Her hips never stopped moving up and down against my body as she said somewhat breathlessly, "You promise, no sex, right?"

"I promise," I said, smiling broadly as the feeling of my penis pushing against her had gotten my dick up to full size.

"You promise," she repeated. "No slipping it inside of me or anything like that?"

"I promise," I repeated, wondering where this was going.

"We can make it feel a little better than this," she said, as she quickly slipped her hands between us and began to unzip her work pants. "Take yours off too," she instructed, as she hooked her thumbs under the back of her pants and began to slide them off of her pale, round ass.

I was so excited, I had everything off only a heartbeat or two after she had tossed her own pants aside. My shirt, belt, pants, socks, underwear- it was all gone. I looked down at Kristen's completely nude body, her legs were slightly spread apart with her feet planted on the edge of the bed, and her slightly moist pussy was completely shaved. She was skinner than Cassidy, less toned but also less curvy, and yet she had all the right curves in all the right places. Seeing the slight apprehension on her face, I spoke the truth to her. "My God, you're beautiful," I said. She smiled widely in response, flashing her pretty, white teeth.

As I settled my body atop her, I noted that she was also much shorter than Cassidy. "Stop comparing her to Cassidy," the voice in my head feebly complained, but this time I did not care as much. The shaft of my full, hard cock was nestling between the folds of her soft pussy lips, and that was all I cared about at the moment.

"If you slide it up and down against me," Kristen began, looking at me with eager but uncertain big doe eyes. But I didn't need instruction for this. I slid my hands behind her shoulders for leverage and began firmly and rapidly pushing the length of my cock up and down over her pussy lips. Kristen's legs flew out to the side as she spread herself wider for me, and her hands gripped my shoulder as she moaned again, "Oh God."

I had done this before, and it was the exact same hip thrusting motion as fucking. The only difference for me was that I also pushed my hips downward so my hard, thick cock slid along Kristen's soft pussy lips, which were rapidly growing wetter. And since I wasn't inside her, it was just the underside of my shaft being rubbed by her wet skin. For Kristen, I made sure that my cock head and the bottom of my shaft both ground against her little clit, and with the right stroke my whole shaft would rub over her very sensitive spot.

I had been humping against Kristen for less than two minutes, my most sensitive skin rubbing against her most sensitive skin, when she started whimpering, "Oh God... Oh God... Oh God... Oh God!" I looked down and her face was flushed, and she was biting her lower lip.

"I think I'm going to orgasm," she warned as my full, hard cock slid up and down over her wet little clit, her juices now dripping out of her pussy and coating the length of my eager, throbbing rod.

"Good," I told her, looking down into her excited brown eyes as my hips thrust downwards against her little body. "Cum."

"Ungh!" she moaned, closing her eyes briefly, "If you want to do anything else before..." her voice just trailed off.

I was struck by how sweet she was trying to be, she wanted to make sure I was enjoying myself too before she came. "Just cum for me," I told her gently. "Don't you like feeling my hard cock sliding across your pussy?" I teased.

"Oh God yessssss!" Kristen hissed, and then her eyes were shut firmly and she was biting hard on her lower lip. Her back arched deeply off the bed and then her body froze as I continued to press my thick, hard dick back and forth against her soft pussy lips and wet little clit. She let out a high pitched little moan like a balloon deflating, "eeeeeeeeee!" while her arms and legs shook and I just kept grinding my hips downward against her. Then she slowly let her body ease back down against the bed while groaning and gasping for air, a broad smile spreading across her face.

My cock was rock hard and coated with Kristen's slippery juices. Grinding my sensitive dick against her wet pussy had felt good, but I was not quite close enough to coming. Not wanting to bother her in case she was too sensitive, I stopped thrusting my hips back and forth, and let my hard cock rest against her pussy lips.

Kristen didn't fail to notice my condition, looking down at my thick member as soon as her eyes opened. Her smooth, feminine body was laid out before me, legs spread wide, covered in a slight sheen of sweat. I could have penetrated her right there and there was nothing she could have done to stop it, and as our eager eyes met I believe the same thought crossed her mind. But I did not move, I simply stood there panting a little with my aching cock nestled against her womanly folds.

"How can I help?" she asked, her big brown eyes eager but uncertain.

"Well there's lots of ways," I teased, and I began to thrust my hips back and forth once more. Her pussy was now positively dripping with her wetness, and my cock slid easily back and forth across the top of her folds.

Kristen reached down with her flat hand, pressing it against the top of my hard dick. The added pressure of her hand sliding along the top of my shaft while also pressing my cock against the soft, wet skin of her pussy caused some immediate sparks to ignite in my aching rod. All the visual stimulation of Kristen's sexy, naked body and the view of her pretty face as she came had been foreplay, and now her soft palm was rubbing against the sensitive top of my cock and my bare cock skin was sliding against the wetness of her outer lips. The increased stimulation was pushing me rapidly up towards the peak of arousal.

It felt so good that I slowed down my thrusts just a little, wanting to deliberately feel the pleasurable sensation of my cock rubbing against Kristen's body, wanting to enjoy the sight of her firm, bare breasts beneath me, wanting to relish the feeling of her soft hand purposefully encouraging me towards orgasm. But all combined, with my throbbing pole thrusting back and forth between the tight tunnel of her outer flesh, I was quickly close to orgasm.

"I'm going to cum," I moaned, trying to warn her.

"Go ahead," she encouraged with a smile, "Shoot it."

Two more quick thrusts and I felt the delectable burning sensation of overwhelming pleasure explode out of my loins. I closed my eyes and groaned loudly as I absently felt my cock spray it's hot load of cum all over Kristen. The orgasm lifted me and shook my senses as I spurted again, and dimly I became aware of Kristen carefully covering the tip of my dick so that the rest of my thick, creamy load spurted harmlessly against her hand.

When I opened my eyes and looked down, there was a thick line of white cum laying the in valley between Kristen's breast and another that had shot up onto her right breast almost to the point of her dark little nipple.

"God, you look beautiful," I said, taking in the sight of her womanly body decorated with lines of my spunk.

"Thank goodness you didn't cum harder or you might have gotten me in the face," Kristen responded with a chuckle. If only, I thought.

I helped her clean up, her hand was totally covered in my cum. And then we cleaned up a bit in the bathroom, and she offered to let me spend the night. I told her I would love to stay, but we had work the next day and I couldn't show up wearing the same clothes. I fell asleep alone in my bed later that night, and had dreams filled with Kristen.

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This next part of the story is the whole purpose of me telling you this long tale. The rest are all very fond memories that I deeply treasure and still enjoy, but they serve most importantly to provide the background and the context to this ending. I could have skipped to the end and you may have still enjoyed it, but this simultaneously sweet and sad portion is better with the long introduction.

I didn't see Cassidy at all on that Thursday, and we barely saw each other on Friday. She didn't try to speak to me and I didn't try to speak to her. I was still hurt, but my mind was continuing to wake to all the signs that we weren't meant for each other and she hadn't really been interested in me in the first place. And of course, Kristen was a happy possibility that chased most of the sad thoughts away.

Kristen and I met for lunch on Saturday, but she was busy with plans for most of the weekend. We gave each other a long, lingering kiss goodbye in front of her building, and on my walk home I made my decision. I'm not sure what I would have decided without Kristen in the picture, but that doesn't really matter because the fact was that she was very much in the picture.

I sent Cassidy an e-mail as soon as I got home, telling her I was planning to make a nice dinner for myself in the apartment on Sunday. I said it would be easy to make it for the two of us, and I would love for her to join me so we could have a chance to talk. Cassidy responded early that evening that she thanked me for the offer and would like to have dinner with me on Sunday.

I didn't expect to see Cassidy at all before then, but I was up late flipping tv channels that Saturday night. She came stumbling in around 2 am, wearing a tiny little cocktail dress that made her breasts look enormous, her red curls a mess and spilling all over her back. She was clearly drunk, stumbling into the living room in high heels, and it looked like she had hickeys running down her neck.

Seeing the hickeys hurt more that I would have expected, but I still felt very close to her. "Need any help?" I asked from the couch as she kicked off her heels.

"Can you, maybe, get the zipper going down the back of my dress?" she asked, slightly slurring her words. "It would be a bitch to try to get at that little thing, and would be so awesome if you could just zip it down a little."

I stood up and she turned around, using one hand to pull her mess of red curls out of the way. I located the zipper easily and pulled it down maybe an inch, and then said, "Is that good?"

"That's so great," Cassidy replied, and then she shocked me by pulling the zipper all the way down her back. I thought she might just step out of the dress right in the living room, but she stopped with the zipper undone and took a deep breath, and then said, "Phew, that feels so much better." With that, she headed into her room, and I heard the water in her shower starting shortly after her bedroom door closed.

Maybe fifteen minutes later, I was still watching tv when Cassidy reemerged with a towel wrapped around her, dripping wet red hair guiding little streams of water down over her shoulder.

"I'm sorry if I'm bothering you," she said in a hushed voice, as if she risked waking some third person in our apartment. "I'm starving." Her last words came out slurred, sounding more like "ssslaarving."

Cassidy headed straight for the snack food cabinet and soon after had plopped herself on the couch happily munching on a box of wheat thins.

"This okay?" she asked, mouth half full of cracker. "Us hanging out on the couch together?"

"Of course," I lied, "Why wouldn't it be?"

"I don't know," she replied honestly, looking as thoughtful as a drunk person could look. "You know, stuff between us recently." Then she added quickly, "I am looking forward to talking over dinner tomorrow."

I looked at the clock and guessed that the program I was watching had another 15 minutes, maybe a little less. I decided to watch to the end and then politely excuse myself for bed.

Ten minutes later, a soft snoring sound caused me to glance back over at Cassidy. The box of crackers was almost on its side on the couch next to her, her head was leaned far back over the top of the couch, and her mouth was slightly open. But the absolutely worst part was that her towel had fallen part way open.

Somehow the corner that had been tied up over her ample bosom had flapped free and taken a big corner of the towel with it. Her right breast was completely exposed, her large, round, creamy melon wide open to my incredulous eyes, her puffy pink nipple on full display. Most of her left breast was also open to the air, though a bit of the towel still clung to her nipple.

It wasn't fair at all, I decided. How could a girl look so hot with cracker crumbs on the corner of her mouth? I had almost forgotten how toned her belly was, the way her red hair and pale skin made me think of strawberries and cream. I forgot how full and big her boobs were, and now all of it was on display in my living room.

Sighing, I stood up and went over to shake her gently by the shoulder. "Cassidy," I whispered softly, "you're passed out in the living room."

Cassidy batted at my hand like she was acting out some drunk comedy sketch. "I'm too tired Danny," she complained very groggily, "You do what you want but I'm going to sleep." Who the fuck was Danny?

I tried shaking her gently again, and this time when she swatted at my hand the whole towel fell open. Other than the little bit over her lap, covering her pussy and upper thighs, her whole, voluptuous body was on display.

I debated just leaving Cassidy there on the couch, but eventually hooked a hand under her arm pulled her very slowly to her feet. I left the towel on the couch. If she woke up and came back to her senses, it was not like I'd never seen her naked before.

"Come on Cassidy," I tried to encourage her, "time for bed."

She threw a still damp arm over my shoulder, her big, free swinging boob pressed against my side, as she began to shuffle with me towards her bedroom. "Okay, thank you," she mumbled, "but no playing with my ass this time, Danny, it's not funny." Seriously, who the fuck was Danny?

Cassidy flopped into her unmade bed when we got into her room, her big, firm breasts flowing up and down over her chest as she hit the mattress hard. I'm not very proud of it, but at that moment my cock was rock hard from al the exposure to Cassidy's beautiful nakedness. I grabbed the front of my shorts, feeling how hard I was, and briefly considered jerking off to the sight of her. Her pretty face looked so peaceful, red hair fanning out behind her. And her hard, pink nipples were right in front of me, begging for my attention.

Instead, I covered her with her blanket and went back to my room to jack off. I came in less than three minutes.

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Cassidy and I were both in the apartment for most of Sunday, though we barely talked to each other and spent most of our time in our rooms. It became especially awkward when I started making dinner and Cassidy remained in her room with the door slightly open. It appeared she didn't want to talk until the time for talking arrived.

But once the food was spread out and she was sitting across from me on our tiny little dining room table, she had barely finished complimenting my cooking with the first bite of food before she decided to dive right in.

"I think I have to move out," she said quietly, poking at the food in front of her.

I was happy I had a big chunk of food in my mouth that I had to chew, because it kept me from choking in surprise. I hadn't expected her to be so direct, or to come to the exact same decision I had reached.

It also allowed her to continue sharing her thoughts. "I kept trying to tell you that I wasn't in this forever, I was just having fun. But I guess that wasn't fair of me, and I definitely didn't mean to hurt you." That last bit sounded painfully genuine and helped soothe my hurt a little. "I certainly never thought you were going to fall in love with me, which is very touching, I promise, but I can't return those feelings for you." Her words were speeding up, beginning to rush together. "And I realize that would always be between us here, and something stupid would be bound to happen because, believe me I'm telling the truth, the sex with you was always amazing." That certainly helped my wounded pride, "And I don't think either of us would be comfortable with me bringing Chet here or having him spend the night, that's the guy I'm seeing, Chet." So who the hell was Danny? "But now I feel like I'm just babbling so I'm telling you I think I should move out but what do you think?"

"I think you're right," I began slowly, "We can't both stay here. But you don't have to be the one to move out, I can leave."

"No, don't be silly," she cut in quickly, "You were living here already. It totally makes sense that I'm the one who leaves."

I had thought the same thing, but admitted it was me with the hurt feelings so I had to offer to be the one to go "If you're sure," I said quietly.

"I'm sure," she said firmly.

We both looked at each other, and it was like a big boulder had been sitting between us, blocking us from talking to each other or really seeing each other, but that boulder had been rolled mostly out of the way.

"You going to be okay?" Cassidy asked, her blue eyes searching mine.

"I am," I said with a smile.

"Because I'll help you find another roommate if you want," she said as she began loading more food onto her fork, "But she better not be as pretty as me."

I laughed at the unexpected joke. "I think I'm done with female roommates," I said. She looked at me questioningly as she chewed, and I continued, "How could they ever top you?"

"So you're going to be okay," she asked again when she had finished chewing. "I mean it. You're a great guy and maybe we can't be best friends but I'd love if we could at least stay friendly. And I want you to be okay."

"I'll be okay," I assured her, "I think I might have found someone myself,"

"Really?!" Cassidy asked excitedly, "Who is she? Are you two dating? How did you meet?"

I turned my head to look out the window in order to avoid the intent look from her pretty blue eyes. "I just found her," I said vaguely, "and I think she might like me too. That's all." Then I added, to avoid further discussing the topic, "You going to be okay moving out?"

"Yeah," she replied. "I wanted to make sure you'd be okay with it first, but a girlfriend of mine needs a roommate. Her lease starts on the 15th, and I'm paid through the end of the month here, so if it's okay with you I was thinking I'd move to the new place next Saturday."

The suddenness caught me off guard, and Cassidy must have been able to tell from the look on my face so she added, "I know it's soon, but it could be the best deal for both of us. I can move almost all of my stuff, especially the big stuff, on Saturday, but have the rest of the month to move the little stuff over and settle into my new place. And I know it's not a lot of time for you to find a new roommate, but I can help with the search and they can move in before the first if they want. It's pretty ideal with my girlfriend needing a roommate, but she would need me to start paying rent on Thursday."

"No, that's great," I said, trying to wrap my mind around the idea that Cassidy was leaving the apartment in a week. "It's lucky your friend needed someone and I can see how this makes things easier if you can cover both rents for half a month."

"You sure?" she asked.

"Yup," I agreed, then added to show my support, "You need help moving?"

"Actually, that would be great if you could help a little," Cassidy said. "Chet is busy next weekend and a couple of my girlfriends said they could help but I could really use a couple of guys to help me with the big stuff."

"No problem" I assured her, "I'll be happy to help you with the move."

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Cassidy spent almost all her free time for the next week frantically packing up her belongings and creating little piles of stuff all around our apartment. But the ice between us had melted and that made it especially nice to be in the apartment again, after the previous few weeks. I even helped her pack up her stuff.

When the moving day arrived, I was very concerned that I was in deep trouble for two reasons. None of Cassidy's other friends showed up to help. Also, Cassidy was wearing the same short shorts and tank top over sports bra combination that had gotten me so turned on the day she moved into the apartment. The only thing worse than being tempted by her tight little ass, snugly encased in her shorts, and the big swell of her firm breasts visible whenever her tank top flapped open was remembering all the times I had gotten to play with and cum on those delicious naughty bits of her body and knowing it was all off limits to me now. I cursed her friends vehemently both for sticking me with most of the work of moving her stuff and also for leaving me alone with the sexy hot body.

Although Cassidy had been smart enough to rent a big moving van, which made moving her furniture much easier, my predicament of being stuck alone with her got worse and worse over the course of the morning. First we began to sweat, hauling all of her stuff around. She looked so sexy with the slight sheen of sweat on her smooth, flawless skin. While we were riding down in the elevator with her dresser, I think she caught me watching a tiny little drop of sweat run down her neck, over the middle of her chest, and disappear into the deep fold between her pale cleavage.

The next constant problem became that we kept bumping up against each other while maneuvering her big items out of our apartment and into the van. To help her hold her overstuffed chair upright for the elevator ride, I had to lift from under her and my right arm dragged up and across her big, round breasts. I could feel the firmness of her ample tit as I lifted the chair. At one point, sliding past me while I lifted something into the van, Cassidy's hand brushed against my ass. And then, in the moving van, trying to lift part of her bed frame to position it on to of her dresser, Cassidy had to slide in front of me while I held the frame over her head. Her tight little ass brushed right against my crotch and pushed into my groin a little as I hefted the bed frame forward.

Riding back up to the apartment in the elevator, my cock was at more than half-mast and aching for a little attention. I tried to keep my focus on the floor numbers as they ticked by, so I wouldn't look at Cassidy's tight little body or the way her big, round breasts moved up and down on her chest as she breathed heavily.

I thought I had escaped notice, but Cassidy turned to me as soon as we were back in the apartment.

"You need to take care of your hard on now, or you want to take a little break to catch our breath and let that thing calm down?" she asked matter-of-factly.

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

She laughed, a deep, sincere laugh. "Don't try to play dumb with me, mister. I know all about your big dick there, I've had lots of experience with it, remember?" She walked closer and actually pointed at the bulge in the front of my shorts. "You're too big to notice," she continued, "and it sure looks like you're most of the way hard now. Don't think I didn't feel it poking into my backside when we were in the van. So since you're doing me a favor, I'm trying to do you one now. If you want to go in your room and rub one out now, I'll be happy to give you the time to take care of your little problem. If you rather we just take a break and let your little friend calm down, we can do that too. But it's going to awkward if you're walking around with a big hard dick while I'm trying to move, especially if someone sees us in the elevator or one of my friends finally shows up. And I wouldn't want you to bump into something and hurt it, so one way or another you have to take care of that."

With my hands on my hips in consternation, still breathing a little heavily from the effort of the move, I responded honestly, "Well given those two choices, I guess I have to take care of it, because I don't think it's going away."

The door to our apartment was still propped open for the move, so Cassidy walked over and shut it. "Totally fine with me," Cassidy responded, "I don't know what's gotten you so worked up like this anyway, I'm already exhausted from all the lifting. Just please be quick about it so we can get back to the move."

I laughed my own sincere laugh, remembering all my fun times with the fiery and bossy Cassidy. "You want me to just whip it out here?" I asked.

"Whatever gets us back to moving quickest," she replied, shooting me a daring look with her sparkling blue eyes.

"Fine, then if you really want me to get it done with quickly, just stand there like that while I do it," I dared her, pulling down my shorts and exposing my hard dick for good measure.

Cassidy crossed her arms defiantly under her big breasts, but didn't walk away. "I don't see how that will help," she responded.

"You really don't know what's got me so turned on?" I asked. I had no idea what I was doing, no plan. I was just running on instinct as my right hand closed over the top of my dick and started sliding up and down over my hard cock meat.

"No," Cassidy spat back at me.

"Seeing your body like THAT!" I exclaimed almost accusingly, my hand loosely pumping up and down over my cock. "Your ass is just... there! For everyone to see how tight it is! And your breasts... I mean come on! They're so big and just the whole curve of them is visible in that sports bra."

Just talking about it, and the sexy defiant look on Cassidy's face, and my hand helping a little bit, my cock was at maximum length and girth. Cassidy's blue eyes were also fixed on it, which helped make me even hornier in some weird way.

Arms still crossed under her ample breasts, without taking her eyes of my big dick, Cassidy demanded, "You're saying THAT is my fault?!"

"I'm just saying it's a compliment to you," I tried, which didn't seem to make her any happier. But I was starting to not care about her judgment of me. She had seen me jerk my own hard dick like this several times before. We'd done so much stuff that there was little shame between us. And after her ridiculousness the previous weekend, drunkenly exposing her naked body to me, this was going to make me feel better. I was going to openly ogle her hot, young, curvy body and get myself off in front of her. I thought it might even be a fitting end to our sexual shenanigans, especially considering how they had begun.

"So you want me to just stand here and watch you play with yourself?" she asked, but the angry had gone out of her voice.

"That would help, yes," I said, spitting generously into my own hand to provide a little lube for my excited rod.

"You're ridiculous," she said accusingly, but she didn't move an inch and her eyes remained glued to my hard cock.

"You going to miss playing with my big dick?" I asked teasingly.

Cassidy scoffed in response. "You're ridiculous," she repeated, and then retorted mockingly, "You going to miss playing with MY amazing body?"

"Oh yeah," I answered honestly, "I am." Something about the way she mocked me but still stood there in front of me, firm ass and creamy tops of her breasts just inches away, got me excited. I could feel the distant tingles of orgasm beginning inside me as my hand pumped up and down my throbbing cock. I decided if she had worked so hard to make me bolder, then my boldness was her own damn fault. "You maybe let me touch those breasts one last time, for old times sake?"

Cassidy's voice grew serious and she replied, "I shouldn't." But she didn't say no.

"You know full well it will make me cum quicker and then we can get back to moving faster," I tried. "I've played with those beautiful breasts of yours so many times, what's one more time?" I asked.

"We shouldn't be doing this stuff together anymore," Cassidy said quietly, but after a moment of hesitation she pleasantly surprised me by taking a couple of steps towards me. She sighed resignedly as she uncrossed her arms. "We should really get back to moving," was all she said.

One hand still steadily working up and down my fat dick, I reached out with my other hand and brought it tentatively up to Cassidy's breasts. When my hand made contact with the round swell of her big tit, even if she was still wearing her clothes, I felt a little jolt of arousal shoot through my penis and I sighed. Cassidy just laughed at me, a little laugh, but even as she shook her head as if she couldn't believe my reaction I could see the sparkle back in her light blue eyes.

"I love your breasts," I said as I gently began squeezing her firm tit through her top. "They're just so... BIG, and so... FIRM."

"Are they now?" Cassidy responded teasingly, her hands moving up to her tits but making no move to stop me. "Are they helping you get off?"

"Yeah," I said, it did help feeling naughty in playing with her boob. I squeezed a little at the tip of her big breast, found the hardness of her nipple beneath her sports bra, and rolled it gently between my thumb and forefinger. Cassidy closed her eyes and bit her lip in response.

"You like that?" I asked.

"You know I do," she responded, opening her eyes to look up at me. I could see a little of the fire of arousal beginning to warm her face and eyes.

"You want to touch my big dick one last time?" I asked, voice catching a little as the arousal built in my loins.

"You close to cumming yet?" Cassidy asked.

"Yeah," I responded.

Cassidy spit into her hand and then reached out to grasp my dick. She squeezed me tight with her soft little fingers, my hand still lightly squeezing her breast, and she said, "Then cum for me."

"Oh God," I said, eyes closing reflexively. Her wet hand was tightly squeezing my man meat and pumping rapidly up and down my pole, just the way I liked it. "I'm going to cum on the floor or the wall," I managed to say in warning.

"Oh shit!" Cassidy replied. She dropped rapidly to her knees and warm mouth closed tightly over the tip of my rod. My eyes opened in shock, looking down at Cassidy's head on my dick, her red hair in a pony tail trailing out behind her. I felt her tongue lapping at the underside of my shaft as her mouth sucked on me, and I came hard.

It felt so good, so unexpected, that I moaned loudly with the pleasurable release. Cassidy didn't miss a beat as I pumped spurt after spurt of my hot cum between her soft lips, spraying my orgasm into her mouth. Her cheeks slipped back and forth over my rod as she bobbed her head up and down just a little, and her tongue continued to slather against the underside of my dick while she swallowed my load. "Oh fuck," I moaned as the orgasm subsided.

Satisfied that I had stopped pumping cum, Cassidy released my cock from between her lips with a loud pop. She looked up at me with a smile and a twinkle in her eyes as she said, "I don't know how I'd explain a fresh cum stain on our floor to my friends, if they ever get here." She rose to her feet, walked over to the kitchen sink to rinse out her mouth, and then said, "Now can we get back to moving?"

I was very happy after that, even the heavy lifting couldn't bother me. Some of the furniture was difficult because Cassidy, as strong as she was, couldn't hold up her end as easily as I could. We had to stop and take little breaks along the way. And she still looked super sexy in that tight sports bra and little booty shorts, but she had very much satisfied me in the living room.

Cassidy started to get almost playful soon after I came in her mouth. At first I thought she was only realizing that she was going to miss me, and was being affectionate. She slapped my arm at one point and laughed. At another, I had to squeeze against the wall of the van so she could get by and she swiped at my ass as she moved past.

I thought it was wistful thoughts because she started talking about funny or treasured moments from our relatively brief time as roommates. But then I began to wonder when she started saying things like, "I loved how surprised your face looked that first time I just got in the shower with you. You were shocked!" She laughed loudly at the memory.

Later she added, "I loved going into work right after you had eaten me out, knowing that I already came once in those clothes that day. I'd be turned on all day just thinking about it."

We had finished with big furniture and were moving the heavier boxes when I bumped hard into Cassidy. I had just put my box down in the van and turned around to start to walk towards the loading ramp and Cassidy was standing right behind me. Our midsections collided, her big breasts squishing against my chest. She started to fall back from the impact, so I quickly wrapped my arms around her and held her against me.

As we stood there, our sweaty bodies pressed against each other, Cassidy looked up into my eyes and said, "Don't go getting all hard again, I already helped you take care of that," and with another of her light laughs she turned around and walked away.

I thought the moment had passed but as soon as we got upstairs, Cassidy closed our apartment door again and turned to me. "Alright, playing with your dick and you cumming earlier clearly turned me on a little, and now all the bumping into each other has got me a little bothered," she stated, the tone in her voice implying that this was at least partially my fault. "I can't focus anymore and before my friends get here I need a little relief, and since I helped you earlier I think it's only fair to ask you to help me." Her blue eyes were filled with uncertainty.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked casually.

"I don't know, I'm all sweaty," she said, "but the quicker the better because some of my friends have got to show up soon if they weren't all lying to me."

With a shrug, I put my hands under Cassidy's arms and firmly lifted her off her feet. Her skin was wet with perspiration, which I admit was a little bit of a turn off, but after hefting all the furniture it was not hard to gently deposit her on her back on the kitchen counter. As I hooked my fingers under the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down, along with her underwear, Cassidy feebly protested, "Wait, what are you going to do?"

Her question turned into a gasp as I leaned forward and my tongue made contact with her outer pussy lips. The sweat made her taste very salty, and there was a little tanginess present as I explored between her folds with the tip of my tongue. But there was still not much flavor to Cassidy's sex as my tongue began flipping up and down over her sensitive little bump.

"Ohhhhh," Cassidy moaned deeply, and then in a high pitch, "Are you sure?"

I answered by closing my hot moth over her pussy and sucking her little clit between my soft lips. My tongue flicked slowly but steadily up and down over Cassidy's little button while my mouth rubbed against the edges of her folds.

Cassidy's hands went to the back of my head and pulled me against her and I rubbed hard against her clit with the full length of my flat, wet tongue. She wanted this to go fast, so I carefully slipped two thick fingers into her hot pussy, coating them with my saliva as they slid past my sucking mouth. I probed against the top of her tight, slippery pussy walls, and it may have been my imagination but her pussy felt even hotter than usual.

Soon my tongue was flicking rapidly up and down and then back and forth across her hard little clit while my two fingers pumped in and out of her wet hole. Cassidy began panting with the thrusts of my thick fingers while my lips trapped her clit in my mouth and rubbed against the edges of her nub.

"Oh shit... oh shit... oh shit..." Cassidy began to pant, my fingers fucking faster and harder into her pussy while my tongue kept up its wet assault on her clit. "Oh shit.. don't stop... don't stop..."

Her pussy was positively dripping juices as my fingers flew in and out of her hole, the tip of my tongue flicked rapidly over the top of her sensitive button, and Cassidy screamed, "OH YESSSS!!! CUMMMMMMMMMINNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!"

Cassidy's strong thighs clamped down around my head as I carefully continued to lick gently up and down her slit and my fingers slowly slid in and out of her pussy hole. Her tight little body shook a couple of times, and then her hands and thighs released their grip on my head.

"Phew," Cassidy said as she dropped off the counter top and back onto her feet. "You were always really good at that." She collected her shorts and started putting them back on as she said, "Thanks, I really needed that."

Now it was like all the barriers were broken between us once again. Well, maybe not all of them. I had several lingering concerns swirling around in my mind. One of the main ones was whether this was a bad idea considering how I was supposed to be trying to move on and get over Cassidy. The other was Kristen and whether we even had a relationship status, and the certainty that she wouldn't like knowing what I was doing with Cassidy.

But when we were down at the van again and Cassidy openly grabbed my ass, I felt like it was fair to give her tight, round bum a squeeze as she was bent over with a box. On our way back up in the elevator, an older woman got on with us on the ground floor. Cassidy made sure to leave plenty of room for the woman by backing up almost right in front of me, and when the woman got off the elevator just before our floor, Cassidy rubbed her toned ass up against my crotch while the woman exited. Cassidy looked over her shoulder with her devious blue eyes as she exited herself and laughed at me.

So when Cassidy picked up a light box in the apartment and began to walk back to the door, I threw some of her pillows on top which temporarily blocked her sight and reached between the pillows and box to give one of her big, firm breasts a squeeze. "Hey, watch out for my stuff!" Cassidy whined in mock protest as the pillows toppled to the floor.

Back down in the van, I had just put my box down when Cassidy boldly grabbed at my crotch with her hand. Her little fingers wrapped around my semi-erect cock through my shorts and squeezed. Without letting go, Cassidy stuck one hip up and put her free hand on that hip. "Yup, you're hard again," she said. "I knew you would be just impossible after earlier. Think we should take care of it?"

"What do you have in mind?" I asked in response.

Cassidy let go of my cock, took one step towards the opening of the van, and pulled down the heavy rear door with us still inside the moving van. She ignored my protests of, "Hey, don't get us stuck in here," and walked back over to the nearest stack of boxes. She leaned forward while keeping her legs straight and pulled both her short shorts and her underwear down her shapely legs. Resting her arms on the top of one of the boxes, Cassidy stuck her smooth, round, bare ass towards me and wiggled it while winking one of those dangerous blue eyes at me.

"Aren't people going to hear us?" I asked, very skeptically.

"Only if YOU'RE loud," Cassidy whispered.

That was really all the invitation that I needed. I completely shed my shorts and boxers, pulling them over the shoes I was wearing and discarding them on some furniture near me. Cassidy smiled when she saw my cock growing stiffer and starting to point straighter, and she wiggled her ass again. I spit some saliva into my hand and then coated the fat head of my dick with the lubrication as I walked up behind Cassidy. Again I had to hunch down just a little to get the angle right, but we had done this before. Less than thirty seconds after Cassidy had closed the door to the back of the van, my fat cock head was pushing against the tight outer folds of Cassidy's wet pussy.

Cassidy pushed down against my invading cock, and my cock head popped past her tight outer opening. It had been a while since I had felt the slippery, hot, wet embrace of Cassidy's tight pussy walls against my thick pole, and I had missed it. As I thrust deeply inside of her, Cassidy sighed, and I withdrew again almost to the tip. I loved how tight her little pussy managed to squeeze my hard rod, and the feel of her pussy lips pulling against my sensitive skin as I slid back and forth inside of her. I ran my hands over Cassidy's smooth ass cheeks, squeezing just a little to feel the firmness in her ass, while my throbbing cock slid in and out of her hole. Then I grabbed her hips and started really pounding my long, thick meat in and out of her tight little pussy hole.

Cassidy actively muffled her moans, I could hear her voice catching in her throat or hear her moan inside her closed mouth as I plowed hard in and out of her. I wanted to remember this fuck, so I grabbed Cassidy's hips and speared her hard and deep, shoving my thick meat into her and feeling her wet pussy walls gripping me as I pounded back and forth. Unfortunately, the heavy moving van began to rock back and forth a little with my steady and hard fucking motion. The movement was barely noticeable, but something, possibly the shocks, started squeaking. Cassidy turned her head to look back at me over her shoulder, her red pony tail swaying back and forth in rhythm with my thrusts. Her blue eyes burned with desire but her face showed concern.

To lessen the rocking, I slowed my thrusts and alternated my pace. I continued to shove my thick dick into Cassidy's dripping wet pussy hard and deep, but not always at the same speed so the van wouldn't rock further and further side to side with my movements. Although the squeaking mostly went away, there was still a little noise from the movement of the van. I slid my hands up over Cassidy's taut stomach and under her tank top. I slid my fingers beneath the underside of Cassidy's sports bra and firmly pulled both the sports bra and tank top up and over Cassidy's big smooth breasts. As my cock slid slowly but firmly in and out of her hot, wet snatch, my hands closed over the front of Cassidy's ample breasts, and I squeezed the firm globes in my palms, the smooth tit flesh overflowing between the spaces in my fingers. As I switched to pulling gently on Cassidy's hard, pink nipples, Cassidy began to whimper in arousal. She turned back over her shoulder again, and as my cock pushed in and out of her slippery tunnel, she bit her lip to show me she was desperately trying not to cry out, her eyes sparkling with her lust.

Then we heard voices just outside the van and Cassidy's eyes shot wide open. She tried to pull her tank top back down over both her big, pale breasts and my hands, but I just kept slowly working my excited cock in and out of Cassidy's tight pussy walls. The voices seemed to get a little closer, and Cassidy's eyes wet a little wider, now turning towards the closed van door. I got a devilish idea and slipped one hand back down her body to probe for the top of her slit between her legs. When I found her wet pussy lips, I quickly located her sensitive little clit and started rubbing gently against that little wet nub. Cassidy bit her lip in earnest and then turned back to look at me and mouthed the words, "You fucker!"

The voices seemed to be lingering outside the van, and my cock kept up is steady pace of withdrawing several inches and then forcefully plowing those inches back up in a long thrust into Cassidy's tender, wet pussy. My finger began to rub circles more quickly and insistently around Cassidy's wet little clit, and Cassidy arched her back deeply in response. Cassidy grunted deep in her throat, trying to stifle a loud moan, and then as my cock pumped in and out of her womanhood she began to shake her head back and forth as if saying, "No, no, no, no."

I leaned forward, my other hand still gently rolling her nipple between my finger tips, my full, thick cock sliding wetly in and out of her pussy, and I whispered softly into her ear, "Cum for me."

"No!" she whispered back, but the voices began to sound fainter.

My finger kept up its insistent circling around the edges of her super sensitive clit, and with my cock completely filling her little pussy I whispered, "Cum on my cock for me, those people are gone."

"Oh yeah?" she asked breathlessly. I couldn't see her face as she was turned away from me, but I could feel the heat burning through her body.

I began thrusting harder and faster again, my fingers toying with her hard nipples, my fingers rubbing over her wet clit, and I whispered, "Do it Cassidy. Cum on my dick!"

"Oh God!" she moaned softly, and then she was squealing as quietly as possible, her legs shaking as my big, hard dick continued to slide in and out of her wet channel. My fingers kept rubbing on her nipple and her clit as her little body shook beneath mine. And then with one loud sigh she lay her body down on top of the box she had been resting against, and she let out a little murmur as if she was purring.

The feel of Cassidy cumming for me, with my cock inside of her tight little pussy, had driven me close to orgasm. My thrusts picked up speed as I pushed myself closer and closer to ultimate release, the pleasurable fire building inside of me. Cassidy knew me well enough to know what I was doing and pushed herself back up on her elbows so she could turn and look back at me again over her shoulder.

"You going to cum for me now?" she whispered as my cock pumped more and more quickly in and out of her wet slit.

"Oh yes," I said, focusing on my thrusting and the wonderful sight of her smooth, round ass in front of me.

"Anywhere but my pussy," she said.

"What?!" I exclaimed with surprise, the slippery feel of her wet pussy walls on my sensitive cock skin bringing me closer and closer to the peak of arousal.

"Don't cum in my pussy," she whispered quietly, her blue eyes looking intently into mine. "You can cum anywhere else."

"On your face?" I stated more than asked, feeling the fire of orgasm begin to overtake me as I thrust in and out, in and out of her sweet, wet, womanhood.

"No, we're in a van!" she harshly whispered back. "How can I clean that up and go back upstairs?"

"Cassidy!" I hissed in near desperation, almost unable to stop the hard thrusts that were bringing me inevitably closer to the edge.

"Anywhere else," Cassidy asked, her blue eyes full of concern. "I'll owe you one on my face," she pleaded.

Sighing with exasperation, I pulled out. My hands flew to Cassidy's shoulders and I spun her around forcefully. Uncertain what to do, she stood in front of me for a moment with her hands up, looking at my throbbing and twitching dick, which was ramrod straight and covered with her juices. I pushed her down onto her knees with one hand while the other just managed to retrieve my discarded boxers. Holding my boxers in one hand, I pushed Cassidy's big breasts together and shoved my hard, aching cock up into the smooth, tight tunnel between her big, firm breasts. I just barely managed to lay my boxers over the top of Cassidy's big, round melons, covering the opening of the valley. Quickly catching on, Cassidy reached up to help press her firm tits together. Then it was one thrust, then two thrusts into the tight but soft tunnel of skin formed by her cleavage, and I felt the orgasm burst from my loins all the way down to the tip of my toes and out of my cock.

I moaned uncontrollably, eyes shut, as my cock spewed its hot load of cum deep between Cassidy's round melons. I thrust once more with my hips, feeling my cock twitch again and again as it pumped out my sticky, white spunk. I opened my eyes and saw that my boxers were serving their intended purpose, catching my cum and preventing me from spraying Cassidy's face with my cum. She was looking up at me with a big smile while holding her firm breasts together, and it was a remarkable sight. Her blue eyes looking at me, red ponytail sticking out behind her, with my red boxers laying over the top of her creamy, round breasts, her hands pushing together to keep my dick firmly inside the tunnel formed by her big cleavage.

I took my boxer shorts and tried to wipe down the middle of Cassidy's big bosom, hoping to collect most of my spunk before it ran anywhere else on her body. For some reason, that made Cassidy giggle, but she just knelt there with her sparkling smile on her face, watching me carefully try to clean up her chest. Unfortunately, when I finally pulled my shrinking dick out from between her smooth globes, a little cum trickled down her chest and I had to chase it with the boxer shorts. But for the most part, I was able to catch all the mess in my boxers.

Cassidy and I both redressed carefully, my boxers wadded up as neatly as I could manage in my hand, and rode the elevator back up to the apartment in silence but full of smiles. I was smiling because she had told me that she owed me a chance to cum on her face, right at the end of our fucking. And I was hoping to cash that in.

But we were both surprised when we got back up to the apartment and found two of Cassidy's girl friends waiting for us in the living room.

"Hey, is that your van out back?" One of them asked, "It didn't look like you were down there so we came up here to wait for you."

"Yeah," Cassidy said quickly, "Had to close the door for a tricky bit of loading. Thanks for coming to help!"

While Cassidy caught up with her friends, I hurried into my bedroom to hide my cum filled boxer shorts in my bathroom and quickly throw on a fresh pair. Unsurprisingly, little else of the move was eventful, especially in the hanky-panky way I had been hoping for. I cursed Cassidy's two girlfriends for showing up when they did. Not only had they ended my chances for fooling around, we were almost done with carrying Cassidy's stuff down to the van.

I rode with Cassidy in the van over to her new place while her two friends drove over in one of their cars. The mood was light and friendly between us, which I enjoyed. We shared a lot of jokes and told a lot of old, funny stories from our time living together. I kept thinking I was happy that our time as roommates was going to end this way, with us enjoying each other's company, since it had come so close to ending very poorly between us.

I'll admit that I appreciated having Cassidy's two friends with us for unloading the van. Getting things up to the new apartment went much quicker with four people, and carrying the furniture was much easier. Cassidy started unpacking some of her stuff while her friends and I carried the last of her things up to the apartment, but for the most part she just told us to leave things in one room or another and she would sort it all out with her new roommate.

When the van was empty and Cassidy told us she didn't need us for anything else, one of her friends offered to drive me back to my apartment.

"Oh, he's going to help me return the van," Cassidy told them. "I'm just going to unpack a couple more things here and then we'll be taking the van back." That was news to me.

"You sure?" the friend asked.

"Yeah, thank you so much. I'm really grateful that you came and helped, it really helped me a lot." And with that, the friends were saying goodbye and closing the apartment door behind them.

"So no rush," I said, "But how long do you think until we take the van back?"

"Oh, I don't need your help returning the van," Cassidy responded, placing the random items in her hand down on the coffee table.

"Then why did you..." I started.

But Cassidy interrupted. "Because this is it," she said with what looked like a rueful smile. "My new roommate is out of town for tonight, which is why it was so great to be able to move in today. I can take my time unpacking everything and not worry about being in her way. But more importantly, we have the whole place to ourselves.

"So this is how I'm going to say goodbye to you. I mean, not goodbye forever, but... goodbye to us. At least what we used to be," she said as she began walking towards me, and I detected a little extra sway in her hips as she crossed the room towards me. "You know, not jut the roommates but all the other extra stuff too.

"I know I told you earlier that I'd make it up to you for in the van and you could cum on my face. And don't think I didn't notice in our little deal that I probably still owe you at least half a dozen times getting you off." She was standing right in front of me at that point, looking up at me. And I could see the happiness and the sadness combined, both in her twinkling blue eyes and written on her face. "So this is how we end it. This is how I say goodbye to us. You can have me one last time, for all the times I owe you, and I'll do whatever you want."

I wrapped my arms tightly around Cassidy's toned little body and hugged her close against me. As her firm breasts pressed against my chest, she began to say, "What do you want to do?" but I cut her off by pressing my lips firmly against hers. Immediately she was kissing me back, our tongues twirling and dancing almost frantically in each other's mouths.

I let go of her long enough to grasp the bottom of her tank top and pull it, along with her sports bra, over her head. She lifted her arms to accommodate me, her big, round boobs falling free but barely sagging, so perky and firm on her chest. Then Cassidy was reaching for my shorts and pulling them quickly down my legs. There was a brief moment of comedy while we both tried to shed our sneakers and socks as quickly as possible, and we laughed, Cassidy naked from the waist up and me now naked from the waist down.

When the last of our garments were removed, we practically lunged at each other, our bodies colliding with naked flesh slapping into and enveloping naked flesh. Cassidy's hands were all over my hair, my hands pulling her naked chest against mine, and our lips pressing insistently against each other.

Cassidy tried to drop to her knees onto the carpeted floor while holding me, and with our arms wrapped strongly around each other she pulled me down with her. Her smooth skin was still covered in a light sheen of sweat, and it was already driving me crazy that her soft skin was sliding against mine all over my body. Her firm tit flesh slid against my chest, her nipples poking into mine. Her toned thighs slid against my legs.

I landed atop her, with my growing cock already nestled between her open thighs. She was smiling up at me, her blue eyes sparkling with desire, her red hair splayed out behind her head. But I didn't just want this to be me fucking her missionary on the floor. She had already said I could have whatever I wanted.

So I swung myself around, sliding over the top of Cassidy's curvy body, until her smooth, bare, pink pussy was in front of me. I looked between our bodies, past the big mounds of Cassidy's perky breasts, and saw my cock pointing down at Cassidy's face. I thrust my dick into Cassidy's hot, eager mouth and she immediately began sucking on the head of my rod.

Resting on my elbows, I used the fingers of my right hand to spread Cassidy's soft pussy lips apart. Her hard little clit poked out proudly from the top of her folds, and I flicked at it twice teasingly with my tongue. Cassidy moaned around my cock, her soft, slippery cheeks vibrating against the sensitive skin of my rod, sending tingles of pleasure rippling through my body.

I licked up and down the length of Cassidy's pussy lips, keeping her wet sex carefully spread with my fingers, and then dove in on her sensitive little nub. My hot, wet mouth closed over her button quickly, and I sucked her clit up between my soft lips. With my lips gently rubbing back and forth around the edges of her clit, while it was trapped in my wet mouth, I flicked my tongue eagerly over the top of her pleasure spot.

Cassidy almost choked on my dick in her throat, and then she squealed a high, loud squeal deep in her throat while still swirling her wet tongue around and around my cock head. I began sucking her little clit into the tight, soft space between my lips, then letting it slip almost out of my mouth, then sucked it back hard between my lips. When the hard little nub was in my mouth, I flicked rapidly at it with just the tip of my tongue, lashing at it wetly.

Cassidy released my cock from her mouth with an audible pop and yelled, "HOLY SHIT, YOUR TONGUE!" Her words dissolved into another squeal of pleasure as I sucked her clit back between my soft lips and flickered the tip of my tongue just over the top of her sensitive button.

Cassidy's soft fingers closed firmly over my wet cock and slid up and down my shaft, but even without looking I could tell she was only stroking me absentmindedly. She was too distracted by the sensation of me suckling then releasing and then suckling her clit, my tongue rubbing furiously at it whenever I sucked it up into my hot, wet mouth.

Cassidy began babbling as her hand slipped slowly up and down over my rigid manhood. "Ungh... HOLY FUCK!... Oh... Oh... I don't know what you're doing but... SHIT... it feels AMMAAAAAAZZZIIIIIIINGGGGGG," Cassidy clenched so hard getting out the end of that last word that I was glad my excited dick was no longer between her lips.

"Don't stop," she instructed me. "Don't stop... just like that... I'll do anything... don't stop... oh God... oh God..." Her strong, smooth thighs began to tighten around my ears as her voice rose in pitch, "Oh God... Here it cums... oh yes... OH YES... OH YES! OHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

I could feel Cassidy's body coming hard from everywhere. Her toned thighs clamped tightly around my ears, but then her legs were shaking too, vibrating my head as I kept her clit trapped between my teeth. Her hand stopped at the base of my cock and squeezed hard on my solid pole, almost a little too hard. As I slathered my tongue back and forth across her clit, I could feel Cassidy's scream in her flat belly as she moaned and shook beneath me.

Cassidy squeaked continuously for what had to be at least 30 seconds, and then suddenly the pressure disappeared from her smooth thighs on my head, and her hands were shoving me off her body.

"Okay, stop, stop, stop," she was panting frantically as I released her clit from my mouth.

When I turned back to look at her, Cassidy's body looked like she had just run a marathon. Her chest was heaving up and down, her big, round breasts swaying back and forth slightly from the effort. Her chest was also flushed red, as were her cheeks, and her blue eyes were twinkling with a mixture of delight and exhaustion. Her entire, mostly pale, naked body was covered in a light sheen of sweat, down to the tips of her little toes. And she was smiling broadly at me.

"Holy shit," she said quietly, pausing to suck in a deep breath, "I don't know what you just did but.. phew. That was crazy."

When she threw me forcefully off her body, I ended up on all fours near her feet, facing her. Cassidy looked down my body, and when my eyes followed hers I saw that my cock was still rock hard, coated in Cassidy's saliva, and pointing straight up my body at Cassidy.

"I know, I know," Cassidy sighed, "This was whatever YOU wanted. But I can't help what you just did with that fucking tongue of yours."

Slowly I crawled over to her smooth, sweaty body, until I was on all fours hovering over her midsection. Cassidy laughed, she knew very well what I wanted. She accommodated me by pressing the bottom of her palms into the sides of her big, firm tits, then pushing her boobs together and interlacing her fingers across the tops of her light pink nipples. Then she smiled up at me, almost questioningly, as I drank in the sight of her big, smooth tunnel of tit flesh just waiting for my use.

I positioned my long cock at the bottom of Cassidy's cleavage and purposefully took my time slowly sliding my rigid rod through the tight tunnel between her breasts. My fat cock head's passage was lubricated by Cassidy's sweaty chest, and I delighted in the feel of smooth, slippery breasts sliding against the achingly sensitive skin of my cock. The firmness of her breasts and pressure she was using to keep her tits locked together squeezed deliciously at the full length of my hard dick as I thrust in and out of her tits.

Just as amazing as the sensation was looking down at Cassidy, squeezing her big, round breasts together to pleasure me, and looking up at me with a smile. As I thrust slowly back and forth, dragging my engorged cock through the valley bet