I'm looking over at my new roommate, Cindy, making out with the guy she just met at the club. He's quite a hunk and she's had a few too many drinks. They're over on the other sofa and his friend and I are over here on this one. Wow, they are really getting into it. Cindy turned out the lights but you can still see them groping each other as if they were alone.
When we met from a Craigslist roommate-wanted ad and decided to share an apartment I never would have guessed she was so into guys. There's no harm in that not that my mother would agree. The club was fun. It's not my usual thing but it was nice to get dressed up and flirt with hot guys. Since graduating university a couple of years ago, I've been working two jobs and hardly going out. Cindy seemed to be in her element there.
My guy, Greg, is a gentleman, not aggressive and flashy likes Cindy's. it was great dancing with him at the club. He has great moves, and his body was nice to touch on the dance floor. My goodness I haven't been with a man in a year. It was so nice when he complimented me and made me feel very feminine. I wonder if he saw me blush. Maybe we can go out again.
Feeling nervous just watching the show on the other sofa, I ask him, "Would you like a beer?" I'm trying act like things are normal when our friends are getting down and dirty.
"Sure, cool." I can sense he's trying to act like they aren't affecting him too.
I walk past the lovers who don't notice me and come back with two beers. We sit silently sipping our beers and watching the other guys. Greg slips a hand around my waist and I instinctively lean my head against his chest. Some tension seems to go out of the room. It feels good to have him holding me. My breast against his chest is very nice. Jeez, the other guy has his hand inside Cindy's top, feeling her breast. Greg must be seeing that too because a little grunt came from his throat and his hand went down and squeezed my bum. It is erotic watching a couple make out. I've never been in this position before. God his hand massaging my bum feels so good. There's no harm in a bit of adult play. Why not? I put my beer down on the coffee table, embrace Greg and kiss him on his neck under his ear. He leans forward and places his beer on the table too and hugs me to his strong body. We fit so perfectly. It feels right. There's nothing wrong with some touching.
A feminine sigh from the other sofa has me looking over and seeing a male hand up between her legs under her skirt. Cindy is loving it. I've never done that on a first date. Damn, it's a real turn-on watching them letting go. I reach my lips up to Greg's and we kiss passionately and long. He's such a great kisser. Both of his hands are now massaging my ass-cheeks deeply. Wow, my pussy just throbbed suddenly. Was that me sighing. Christ, it is. I roam my hands over Gregs chest. I can feel his strong muscles under the cloth. He reciprocates and cups my breast over my dress. In a panic of embarrassment, I look over at the others. Making out has always been such a naughty, private thing. They are too busy to care about us. It feels like we are alone. I kiss Greg and put my hands behind his neck to give him free access to my body. His hands grope one breast and then the other expertly. He finds my hard nipple inside my bra and rolls it between his fingers. A lightning bolt of pure lust shoots down to my crotch.
A wave of feminine sexual odor hits my nose. I look over and see Cindy's panties around her ankles, her skirt over her waist and a male hand stroking her shaved pussy. Greg is looking over at them too. This is getting very hot. Maybe I should stop it. But it's not like real sex. We're just making out like adults do. I can tell Greg is a real gentleman. No will mean no. But I do need more. My body hasn't been touched by a man for so long. I'll unbutton my blouse and let Greg touch me skin on skin. Now to also open the clasp between to cups to free my breasts completely. Oh, sweet Mary, his hand feels so wonderful on my breasts. I've never acted like a slut like this before. But next to Cindy, I'm a saint. Hell, I'll likely never meet this guy again.
Greg moans loudly, "Your breasts are so perfect."
I cringe knowing the others must have heard that. I hide my face under in the crook of Greg's neck and enjoy his sensuous exploration. Brazenly, I open his shirt buttons and run my hand over his hairy, strong chest. My pussy is throbbing like nothing I've felt before. Greg dips his head and takes my nipple in his mouth. I groan of pleasure escapes my lips. Over Greg's bended back I see Cindy's man looking at me boldly. My breasts are exploding with pure pleasure as I stare back at him. A shit-ass grin comes over his face as he unzips and pulls out his long, thick erection. I bite my lip and stare at it with my brain in a fog of lust. He casually reaches over to Cindy's head and pulls her lips to his cock. She gobbles the head and he stretches his hands across the back of the sofa and lets her work his cock herself. What a conceited man. But that is one beautiful piece of male equipment that comes into view every time Cindy's head bobs higher.
I feel a hand on my knee. My pussy is begging to be touched. I open my knees to signal my desire. His hand doesn't move. I need his fucking hand on my pussy. Who cares if he thinks I'm a tart. I say, "Yes, feel me up there." His hand rides up my thigh as I spread my legs wide. I look back at the erotic scene on the other sofa as Greg's hand reaches my hungry crotch. I open my mouth and let out a gasp. Holy fuck, YES! His lips sucking my nipple as his hand gropes my pussy is crazy-making.