When my roommate got engaged and moved out I was in need of a replacement. As luck would have it my cousin said her friend was looking for a place and she might be interested.
I was skeptical about a female roommate but I had met Sarah and she being a lesbian I figured that might mitigate some of the problems. It's a shame that Sarah is a lesbian because she's fun to be around and really built. I have an appreciation of the full figured woman and at 5-6 and 210 pounds with a full firm rack, thick solid thighs and a fat flat butt Sarah would be in my wheelhouse.
But what transpired was, we got along really well. If one or the other of us had tickets to a concert or wanted to see a movie and there were no dates to be had we would go together. It was better than both of us sitting home.
We both entertained our share of women. As a matter of fact I believe the count at present is three that found their way into both bedrooms, with some interval in between. I can't say for sure who they preferred but they all made return visits on both sides so they didn't seem to have a problem on either side.
This one Friday night some neighbors had a bar-be-que that Sarah and I went to. We both thought there might be some women to connect with. We were wrong but it was a game changing night.
For whatever reason Sarah got good and drunk and I had to half carry her home. Fortunately she isn't a belligerent drunk just unsteady and a little 'grabby', my ass was getting a workout and my balls got her attention for some reason but I resisted the temptation to reciprocate. Such the gentleman I am to not take advantage of the drunken dyke for a quick feel.
Once I got her inside the apartment Sarah got a little rambunctious and with her back to me asked, "What do you think of my boobs Jason? Come on feel em and tell me."
Maybe I didn't respond quickly enough, which ended up in my favor, as Sarah had undone the buttons on her plaid flannel blouse, rather adeptly for being so drunk and was removing it. I would have been able to tell Sarah what fabulous boobs she had even in the lycra sports bra she had on but she proceeded to remove it freeing her big fat firm fabulous gazongas.
Still in gentleman mode I was going to resist the urge to play with those choice melons but Sarah took my hands and put them on her big firm boobs for me and said, "Come on get to know em. They're pretty damn good aren't they?"
Well to hell with being polite because they felt better than good so I took what might have been a one shot chance and I felt up those jugs, enjoyed them, ran my thumbs across her wide light brown nipples, which Sarah rather enjoyed, and I have to say, damn they are good. "Yes Sarah they are damn fine boobs."
That made Sarah smile with pride so she went for more, "If you think my boobs are nice, check out this butt. Here wait a second."
