I almost dropped the cup of coffee I was stirring a dab of sugar into.
Barb had just asked me rather pointedly to make love to her!
Barb was the bit on the chubby side roommate of my then current girlfriend, Diane. The two of them might as well have been one person, they had this odd ability to complete each other's sentences, and if one was around, the other wasn't far away.
About the only time they were apart was when one or the other was at work, hell, sometimes they even showered together as I found out one morning when I stumbled to the bathroom.
That was the morning I discovered that Barb had a set of tits to die for, she apparently hadn't heard me come in. Either that or she was waiting for me to come in, one or the other.
I mean, I knew she had a big pair, I just hadn't realized how nice they were.
I had just finished taking a leak, they were giggling in the shower room, the door shut. Suddenly the door opened and there stood Barb, only a bath towel wrapped around her ample waist.
Think of the best model you ever saw in your life, Barb had them covered by a couple of points. Absolute perfection, each breast full and ripe, not a trace of sag. She didn't even have a roll of fat around her middle, she was just....big?
I am sure my mouth dropped open, I knew she was on the busty side but...wow!
Barb giggled, backed up and shut the door, I beat a retreat to the living room.
Diane and I had progressed from dating, doing the movies and dinner bit (yes, often complete with Barb) to doing some serious rolling in the hay. In fact, I was now spending the night more with her than I was at my own place.
Diane was not what anyone could call a raving beauty. She had a fanny larger than it needed to be, she carried a good dozen pounds extra on her 5' 5" frame.
She had one breast that was obviously larger than the other, which I found out after much coaxing and delighted in playing with.
Funny thing about her is she would let me rub her ass but shoved my hands away from her tits. Once I got them out in the open and dived right in she seemed to get over that, though.
One might ask why a good looking young six footer, long blonde hair and a dab of cash in his jeans would bother?
Hell, most women responded nicely when I smiled.
Well, I had just had it with the fancy woman types, they were all superficial and all I got from them was bull crap. They were pretty, knew they were pretty, and I was supposed to give in to their every whim.
Screw that.
Diane was real, I liked her, she liked me.
Diane could cook.
Diane loved to suck my cock, I even licked her back in return, that was fun stuff.
I was thinking of setting up house, Diane cooked meals that made me drool, I was serious about that part. She wasn't always flirting with some other guy. Once we got past the first few petting sessions where she would stop me before we got too far, she turned into an animal in the bedroom.
I suppose that Barb had overheard us a few times, perhaps that is what set her off. Then the night that Diane had unzipped my pants and ended up with her nose in my pubic hair while Barb sat and watched?
That unnerved me at first, I ain't bashful really but my girlfriend waving my dick around and sucking on it while her roommate watches?
Yea, probably that got her to thinking, too. I noticed that her face got flushed, her expression went blank.
The idea of trying to fuck her never crossed my mind, I was being completely faithful. Not only did I really like Diane, she cooked and did my laundry, we were as close to being married as we could get without the piece of paper.
Things were going just fine.
Diane wasn't the jealous type, either. At least she didn't seem to be. She discovered my magazines while at my apartment one day. I liked the stories mostly, and they had photos of women posing, things like that. Soft core porn I guess you would call it.
So she got me a subscription to some of them for a gift, and kept them over at her place, too.
Nope, not the jealous type.
Still, if she caught me hosing her roommate I was thinking that she might be frying my balls for dinner. Look but don't touch, she had made that fairly clear.
Barb and I spent a lot of time alone together, Diane's job had her attending meetings in the evenings, even flying out of town for a few days at a time.
When Diane was gone, Barb would cook dinner or I would. I managed a bit better than she did in the kitchen, anyway. Sometimes we would sit and watch TV, have a drink or two, or just chat.
Barb was just Barb, fun to be around. Not once did she ever go out on a date, though.
So the morning I was making coffee, she came in wearing her big flannel robe, all seemed normal.
"Dan, I was thinking....." Her voice trailed off.
"What about?" I asked.
"I was..I want...Will you make love to me?"
I came to a stop, this was out of the clear blue sky.
"What?"
"Don't be....I don't get much chance to..to be with anyone. So I..I thought?" The expression on her face was odd, she was blushing furiously, I realized it was a struggle for her to say this.
"I would love to but.....I am with Diane?"
"I talked to Diane, she said doesn't mind."
"She just told me to be discreet, she doesn't want to know."
Actually, it sounded just like something Diane would say, something she would do.