I've had a number of girlfriends, but none better looking than my current girl, Abby. I started dating Abby about six months ago after we met at a party. She is tall and slim, with nice curves and high cheekbones. She is the kind of girl that makes guys drool and girls go green with jealousy just by walking down the street.
Like many girls who are very aware they are beautiful, Abby was a bit stuck-up. It took me a month of dating her before I got to fuck her, and I quickly learned that I was going to do all the work in bed. I love her body though, so I can't complain.
Abby is asked several times a week if she is a model, and in fact she does do some catalog work in addition to her PR job. I work as an digital editor, or at least I did until I was laid off last month. Unfortunately for me the media industry is quick changing to being self-published, which means there are less and less roles for editors. To be honest I've never been one of the best editors, which was likely why I was amongst the first to be let go when the firings started a few months ago. I have always got by on my looks and a bit of charm vs. the quality of my work. I may have to find another career.
Anyway, with no money coming in, I had to make a few changes to my lifestyle. The most dramatic was giving up my expensive bachelor pad and moving in with a couple of buddies. This was a bigger adjustment that I thought it would be. Abby had been spending a lot of time at my old place, staying over many nights a week, but that was not as appealing to her or I when Billy or Chris seemed to be permanently parked on the living room couch playing video games. My bedroom was a little more private but not much more appealing. Since I was the third man in, I got a space that barely fit a bed, and was closest to the noise from the living room. With no windows I felt claustrophobic almost as soon as I walked in.
I promised Abby this was only temporary, and we started to spend more time at her place. "It's ok hun." Abby said softly one night. "You're pretty good and you'll probably find something soon."
Abby's place was much nicer than my new dwelling. There were big windows, although this being new York City they looked into another building. It was clean and smelled nice, which I certainly couldn't say about my place. Abby did have a roommate, Kate. Kate was also around quite a bit since, as an artist, she worked from home but she generally kept to herself though, often working in her bedroom.
I didn't pay a lot of attention to Kate at first. She was shorter than Abby with a rather plain face. She had big curves, but she also carried a few extra pounds. Her hair was often frizzy and she wore shorts and oversized t shirts most of the time she was in the apartment. She was friendly though. As is the case with many less attractive girls, she always seemed eager to please. She would greet me with a smile when I was there, then disappear back into her room.
As the weeks went by I started to spend more time at Abby's. I dreaded going back to my place and I didn't have any workplace to go to. Since I didn't have cash, Abby and I were going out less. Instead we would hang out at her place and watch a movie on Netflix, or just smoke some weed and listen to music. I started to see Kate more often. Sometimes she'd sit with us and watch a movie or smoke, but mostly I would just see her passing through to the kitchen of bathroom. I realized she had a decent body. Her ass was fat, but it was actually big and firm. I had the chance to check it out a number of times as she got more comfortable with me being around and started to walk around in just a long t shirt and panties late at night.
One night Abby and I were still up binge watching House of Cards to the early morning when late when Abby came back home after a night clubbing. She said she had some weed and when she offered to share we greedily accepted. Kate sat down in her little blue dress exposing a lot of leg. She had a looked pretty hot when she left in that little dress, high heels and a lot of make-up, but as she kicked off her shoes she looked a little worse for wear. As she rolled a joint she told us about her night. Her friends and her had met some guys and they ended up getting bottle service. One guy was aggressively after Kate but she wasn't that interested until she saw him sell some weed to another guy at the club and heard him say it was an excellent strain. Kate asked for a sample and they smoked in the back of the club. It was very good stuff and after a few hits she was more receptive to the guy's advances. They ended up at his place and he apparently gave her an aggressive spanking.
Kate was a very open girl, so I wasn't shocked when she told us this, but I was surprised...and rather turned on. She got up to get a lighter and I watched her ass sway, imagining her bent over some guys lap an hour or two ago. I was sure she had also been fucked hard. As we took a couple of tokes I checked out Kate's cleavage and noted how high her dress was rising up her legs. Abby went to the bathroom and Kate shook me from my daydreams.
"You might want to have Abby take care of that Scott." Kate smirked. I looked down at saw my erection had formed a tent in my sweatpants. I started to say something but Abby came back in the room and I adjusted my cock instead. Soon after Abby and I went to bed. I took care of my arousal with Abby, but I was still imagining Kate and her ass.
After that morning there was a little sexual tension between Kate and I that hadn't existed previously. At first she'd just catch me checking out her ass while she was looking in the fridge in the morning or I would tell her she looked like she was ready for a big night when she got dressed up to go out. On a couple more occasions she gave Abby and I sexual details on her dates with other guys and it was clear to me she was watching to make sure she was making me hard. What really drove me crazy though were the outfits she started wearing around the apartment. While she used to walk around in a long t shirt and panties only when she was getting ready to call it a night, she now often did so for hours in the evening. And somehow the shirts seemed to be getting smaller. I would often see her ass cheeks peaking out when she bent over or sometimes even just when she walked by. It was clear she was aware of the effect she was having because she would smirk when she caught me staring. Abby seemed completely oblivious, presumably very secure in the fact that she was so much more beautiful than her roommate.
