Chapter Two
My College Roommate Part One
I’d been living alone for three years when my old college roommate called and asked if he and his girlfriend could come and stay with me until they could find a place of their own. It seems his company had transferred him on short notice. I had been rattling around alone in the three-bedroom ranch I owned ever since my wife had run off with my best friend three years ago. I had plenty of room and wanted some company so I readily agreed.
His girlfriend turned out to be a gem. She was smart, funny, easy going and above all she was stunning. I was very attracted and I knew she could tell. Almost from day one she went out of her way to tease me by being flirtatious and a bit risqué in what she wore around the house. The result of her actions was that I retreated to my bedroom frequently to use my hand to relieve the pressure. Matthew didn’t seem bothered at all by her behavior. In fact, he seemed to encourage it.
By the end of the third week I was following her around like a puppy dog and waiting on her hand and foot. I was aching to sample her charms even though I didn’t think it was never going to happen.
Imagine my surprise when one night after dinner and two bottles of wine she sat down next to me on the couch, cuddled up and began rubbing her hand on my inner thigh. I got a hard on immediately.
“So, Robert,” she purred, moving her hand a little higher so that it lightly brushed the end of my dick, “you really like me, don’t you?”
“Jen... Jenifer,” I stammered, “I... uh... ”
I looked over to gauge Matt’s reaction. He was engrossed in the game. Jennifer leaned in and kissed my neck. I stopped breathing.
“Don’t you?” she asked again.
“Yes,” I managed to croak out.
“Why are you being so cold then?” she asked, actively rubbing the end of my penis.
“Jennifer,” I choked, “what are you doing?”
“Just being friendly,” she laughed. “Don’t you like it?”
“Jennifer.”
“Look, Robert, I’ve seen the way you look at me... ”
“But,” I interrupted.
“And don’t think I haven’t noticed all those trips you make to your bedroom,” she continued.
“But,” I repeated, completely at a loss for words.
“But what, Robert?”
I looked at Matt again and then back at her. She giggled.
“I need a shower, Robert,” she said. “Would you like to help?”
I was aghast. I knew Robert could hear her even if he wasn’t looking at us. Surely, he minded, didn’t he? I couldn’t speak. I nodded. She grabbed my hand and dragged me to my feet.
“Matthew,” she said, getting his attention as she dragged me toward the hall. “Robert is going to give me a shower.”
I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me. I knew my buddy was open-minded but I didn’t think it went far enough for him to sit watching a game while I was naked in the shower with his girlfriend.
“Matt,” I started. “I... ”
“Sounds good,” he interrupted me.
My jaw almost dislocated. My head was swimming. He didn’t mind? Yes. Yes. Yes.
“Want to come?” she asked him.
“Sure,” he said, getting up.
A wave of disappointment washed over me. I mean I was still going to be naked in the shower with her and get to run my soapy hands over that ripe body but... Matt would be there and it wouldn’t be even close to w
