It had been three, agonizing weeks since I fucked Marcela in our common room. Now, the bitch was pretending as if nothing had happened at all, and I was seething. I was so sure while I was pistoning in and out of that perfect pussy that she would be giving it up to me on the regular. I guess that had been naïve.
The worst part is she kept seeing that jackass Wendell, and his nervous little visits to our apartment became longer and more frequent. I could hear her giggling and slurping away at his cock, or her bed banging against the wall, or her faking an amazing orgasm.
And to rub salt in the wound, even when we were alone together, Marcela seemed to be having more fun than ever with our arrangement. She'd leave her panties out on the floor by "accident", she'd come home every other afternoon with an ice cream cone, or a bag of ice from the convenience store which she'd take out by the handful and rub all over her body. "It's so hot!" she'd say. How absurd! What a cliché! Even more embarrassing was that I would fall for it every time and retreat to my room to stroke myself off.
The only way I could escape her incessant teasing was to spend as much time away from my apartment as possible. I had started to see another actress named Katelyn - which I knew would annoy Marcela because Katelyn had been in her class at conservatory. Katelyn was tall, had long, dark hair, a pierced nose and tattoos on her arms and lower back. She was fun, but I was starting to pick up disturbing signals from her that she wanted to take the relationship to the next level.
Unfortunately for her, I don't do girlfriends.
The other nice thing about Katelyn was that she was one of those LA trust fund kids with parents in the biz. Marcela and I had no outside support and were always juggling annoying day jobs just to get by month to month. It was a relief and a pleasure to spend time in Katelyn's obnoxiously nice, high rise apartment. This building had everything - a gym, a pool, and best of all, a rooftop hot tub which was left pretty much unoccupied in the summer months.
Katelyn protested at first, but after a lot of smooth talking, I had finally convinced her to join me up there for a bit of rest and relaxation. Now here we were, making out in the hot tub, and I wanted to test my limits. My hand moved up and down her back and my fingers entangled themselves in her bikini top strings. With a bit of tugging, the top came loose, and fell into the bubbling water, floating to the top like a lily pad.
"Don't," Katelyn whined, but it was a half hearted protest.
"It'll be fine," I assured her. "No one's going to come up here."
Katelyn's breasts were large and round. Bigger than Marcela's with darker nipples. I pinched one of her nipples between my fingers and rolled it gently, and she groaned. My cock was hard, and I took her slim hand and put it on it. Her hand just rested there for a moment and she looked with some nervousness into my eyes.
"Rub my cock," I clarified.
"James-"
"Do you want to stop?" I asked, pinching her nipple.
She shook her head, and obediently took my cock out of my trunks, rubbing it up and down in her fist.
I put my head back and enjoyed, gently thrusting into her palm.
"Is this good?" she asked, which annoyed me. She was easier than Marcela, but she certainly lacked her confidence.
"Why don't you put your lips on it?" I suggested, pushing myself up to a sitting position on the ledge, my cock pointing up and out. She positioned herself between my legs and began bobbing her head up and down, pleasuring me with her wet lips and tongue.
"Play with your tits for me while you do it," I added. And as she complied I started thrusting slowly in and out of her mouth. As I stared at her tits, I lost myself in a day dream of Marcela's pink tongue and her white hand around my shaft...
I groaned, thrusting faster. "Do you want me to cum in your mouth?" I asked.
She nodded and I took her dark hair in my hands, pumping away, closing my eyes... I could almost hear Marcela's obnoxious little fake laugh as I brought myself closer to orgasm. And the sound of the roof door squeaking open.
My eyes fluttered open and my heart fell into my feet.
"What the fuck?!" I shouted, startling Katelyn.
There she was in all her glory, wearing a polka dot bikini and a big grin. "Sorry, I thought this was a communal area," she sneered.
Her doofus lover Wendell was a few steps behind her. I hated that guy. Not only was he a dirt bag who cheated on his wife, but also some kind of politician with a Stanford degree, and... well, I hated to admit it, but a pretty good looking guy in a bathing suit with his stupid hair cut and hard abs.
A good looking guy who was getting some from Marcela while she flouted my attention day after day.
Katelyn was screaming and trying to cover herself. "What are you doing here?!"
"Oh, I told the doorman we were friends. Didn't James tell you to be expecting us? He said something about a nice rooftop."
"I did not..." I began but it was too late for reason.
"What, were you trying to set me up?!" Katelyn said, whirling on me.
