It had been almost two weeks since I had spent the night at J's. The last time J had been awakened by her roommate screaming as I fucked her in the bathroom. J didn't necessarily care, but a few days later, she admitted to fucking a random guy she picked up from a bar because I wasn't around. She blamed her high libido, and every day since I had made sure I was around to fuck her when she needed it. It was starting to seem like she was doing everything in her power to keep me away from her roommate.
When we finally got to her place, we were alone. We took advantage of being alone and fucked in the living room for about an hour. After a couple more hours of fucking in her bedroom, J was finally asleep. As usual, I was frustrated because I wasn't able to get off in her tight pussy. Also, as usual, I left her, naked, wet, and snoring in her bed.
I decided to sit on the back porch and enjoy a beer while smoking a joint. The air was still chilly, but overall it was a lot nicer than the last time I sat out here. I was disappointed, I never heard J's roommate come home, and the later it got the more it seemed like she was staying at her boyfriend's.
Was that why J had finally taken me back to her house? Because she knew that her roommate wasn't coming home tonight, and she wouldn't have to worry. I still didn't know the roommate's name, J always just referred to her as "my bitchy roommate," or "the slut I live with."
The later it got, the more I was starting to think I was going to have to watch some porn in the living room before waking J up to try to get myself off. I knew that after a few hours of sleep, she would be more than willing to use her mouth on me if it came to it, and I had no problem pounding on her pussy for another hour or two before resorting to that.
About fifteen minutes later, I had put the joint out and was contemplating getting another beer when the kitchen light came on behind me. I thought J was awake and looking for me, so I didn't turn to look when I heard the sliding glass door open, and when no one said anything before it closed again, I knew it was her. This late, who else would it be. "Why are you always at my fucking house?" asked that familiar bitchy voice.
I looked over, and I was instantly filled with a rush of excitement. I don't think I had ever been so happy to be wrong. J's roommate had come home and was now standing right beside me. My night had now taken a turn for the better. "Where else would I go to find you?" I asked.
She walked over and stood a few feet in front of me. She put a hand on her hip and cocked it to the side, assuming that sexy stance that all women have that makes you wonder what exactly they're thinking. "Uh, yeah, I've had a shitty night, and it's all your fault," she said, in that sexy, bitchy tone, I'd come to love about her.
"My fault?" I asked, stunned at how she could possibly insinuate I had anything to do with what she had been through in the previous hours.
"Yeah, my boyfriend broke up with me because of you," she said, her voice cracking a little.
"Because of me?" I asked, trying not to laugh, "You can't mean because of what happened the last time I was here. That was your fault, not mine, and it was, like, two weeks ago."
"Yeah, well, we tried to make it work, but he said he felt inferior because I didn't get loud like that when he fucked me, and he doesn't want to keep dating a slut that couldn't keep her pussy in her pants," she said, walking around the table and sitting in the chair opposite me.
"I'm sorry to hear that," I told her.
"Thanks. I guess it's not all your fault either. I did go back to bed that night with a sloppy pussy. What did you call it" A creampie?" she asked, laughing a little.
"Are you serious? You really are a dirty slut. No wonder he broke up with you, I'm surprised he lasted this long," I told her, standing up to get another beer, "Can I offer you a beer, or maybe some of the joint. It might make you feel better."
"No, thanks. I can't," She replied.
I shrugged my shoulders and went into the kitchen. While I was in the house, I decided to check on J; she was still sound asleep, laying on her back with her legs spread. I left her, grabbed a beer, and went back outside. "So, J didn't wake up from me screaming the other night? When I hadn't seen you around, I thought she had left you too," she said.
"Oh, yeah, she heard. We're not 'together' anymore," I told her, using air quotes, "we're just fuckbuddies now. Which is all I thought we were anyway, so nothing really changed for me," I said, before taking a sip of beer.
"That explains the other guy she had here a few nights ago, I guess. I didn't think I'd ever see you again," she said.
"Were you worried?"
She ignored the question. "I think this is the longest we've ever talked," she said, after a long, somewhat awkward silence.
"I think so too. That's also the most clothes I've seen you wear," I told her, chuckling a little.
"Barely," she replied, "I'm used to seeing you in just pants, though," she said, chuckling a little too.
After a few more minutes of silence, she stood up. I was hoping she wasn't going inside. She didn't. Instead, she stepped in front of me, with her back to me, and squatted down. "Unzip me," she said, lifting her wavy blonde hair off her neck.
I leaned forward and unzipped her dress. The zipper ended just above the crack of her ass. I sat back in the chair as she stood up and looked back over her shoulder at me. "You want to fuck me, right?" she asked.
"That's a dumb question," I said, reaching down to unzip my pants.
"Yeah, well, I guess I may as well let you fuck me while I still can. It doesn't look like anyone else will be doing it for a while," she said.
She wiggled her shoulders and let her dress fall to her hips, a little shake, and it fell to the deck. I was a little shocked to see that she wasn't wearing a bra or panties, as well as a little disappointed. She stood there with her back to me wearing nothing but her high heel, thigh-high boots, and jewelry. "What kind of slut leaves the house without a bra or panties?" I asked.
"Uh, the kind that wants to get fucked. Why, are you disappointed?" she asked, running her hands over her hips.
"Yeah, a little. I like my trophies," I told her.
"Oh, okay, well, that's an easy fix," she said going to the door, she slid it open and stopped. "What's your favorite color?"
"On you, white," I answered.
"Okay, you better have your pants off when I get back, " she said as she disappeared into the house.
I took a couple of drinks from my beer before standing up and letting my pants fall to the porch. I didn't have to wait for her very long, she was back and closing the door as I kicked my pants to the side and sat down. "Better?" she asked, taking her place in front of me again with her back to me.
She had put on a slightly large baby-doll tee, which ended an inch or two above a lacy, white thong. From the back, all I could see of it was the waistband, which was made of a wide lace that hung down over her hips about three inches like an extremely short miniskirt. She was still wearing her boot and jewelry, which consisted of two gold necklaces, a gold and diamond tennis bracelet, and a lot of rings. She had hastily pulled her hair up into a bun, and a few wisps of hair still hung down her neck.
