After Months of Sexual Tension, I Fucked My Roommate's Girlfriend [MF] – Adorime

After Months of Sexual Tension, I Fucked My Roommate's Girlfriend [MF]

Mar 18, 2024

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Jordan Zhou

Back in college I lived in an off-campus house with a few other guys. I lived on the second floor with David who was on and off dating a girl, Carla. Carla was hot as fuck; petite Mexican girl who loved to get drunk. She was the only other person I knew who could drink as much as me, even though I'm 6'3 she was only 5 feet nothing. She had long brown hair and big, brown eyes that squinted when she laughed, was excited, or got too drunk. She laughed at everything and moaned like a fucking banshee when she and David fucked.

I'll admit, I was a little jealous when Carla and I would go head to head and get fucking wasted, only to watch her go into David's room and then hear them fuck. I couldn't mind too much because Carla would always bring a friend over, so I always had a consolation prize.

David could never hang with us, he'd go to bed at like 10pm and me, Carla, and whatever friend would stay up til 2 or 3am playing whatever stupid drinking game we could think of. Usually Carla's friends would tap out around midnight and wait until the two of us were done. There was something so intimate about the way we'd drink together. We'd lock eyes in competition and as we got more drunk; I think we both knew we wanted to fuck each other. Thank god for her slutty-ass friends though, I'm sure they noticed the tension, but they'd come to my room all the same and get the life fucked out of them.

One night like this, Carla's friend got a call and left early. I asked Carla if she just wanted to call it a night and go to bed, but she gave me a hard look and said, "oh are you giving up?" I laughed, "fuck no" and poured us some more shots. We stayed up til 3am again and got fucking trashed. We were both swaying as we looked into each other's eyes; the tension was palpable. I wanted to shove everything off the coffee table and fuck her right there and I could tell by the look in her eyes that she wanted me to. We stared at each other for 5 minutes straight. I'm sure our minds were both drunkenly running scenarios for how we could fuck each other and get away with it.

Still, I didn't feel right about the whole thing. I feel like there'd be a lot of drama if I fucked my roommate's girlfriend; hurt feelings and a lease don't mix. So I say we should go to bed and as I cleaned up the table, I watched her go into David's room and wake him up to fuck. Without my consolation prize, I felt a bit like a cuckold; warming up my roommate's girl so he could fuck her. Against my better judgement I listened to them through the wall (which wasn't hard in this shitty, old house), but it was over quick. Through the door I heard, "David, cmon…"

"I'm tired babe, just go to bed, you're drunk."

"But David, I wanna…" Carla whined to him. David seemed to ignore her and I didn't hear any more discussion. I laughed to myself and went to bed.

About 15 minutes later as I was laying down to go to sleep, my door opened. Carla was standing in the doorway in a white tank top and black short shorts. The tank top was way too big on her petite figure and I could see her small tits poking out; she wasn't wearing a bra. She leaned up against the doorframe and asked if she could come in. "Carla, you're drunk, you should go to bed." I told her. "Mmm, but I don't want to go to bed." She said, with a sexy growl to her voice. She jumped on my bed on her hands and knees and stared me down. "I need someone to fuck me…" Her voice was a little shaky, sore from the drinking, but there was something so viscerally sexy in the way she said it. Her tank top was hanging low and I could see every bit of her small, perky tits. I couldn't help but look at her big, brown areolas taught around her hard, blunt nipples. I felt my cock starting to get hard.

"Carla, if you want to fuck me in the morning, we can do it, but not when you're wasted." I told her, assuming this impulse would pass once she sobered up. She climbed on top of me, only a layer of sheets separated our bodies. Carla's eyes were still on mine as she crawled up the length of my body. Finding my growing bulge, she grinded on it through her shorts and my sheets. "No." She said with conviction. "I want you to fuck me. Right. Now."

My resistance was weakening, I was drunk too and I had always wanted to fuck Carla. After all, she and I had more in common than her and David. We got along better, we had more fun, it was honestly… weird that she was even with David. And I knew he didn't care. I had seen him at parties flirting with other girls. The only thing keeping David from cheating on Carla was opportunity. But right now the only thing keeping Carla from cheating on David was my meager willpower and a thin linen sheet.

"I… I…" I stammered with nothing to say. Carla grinned back knowing she had me; I had never seen such a sexy, devious smile on her face. She moved her hand to my cheek and pulled me in to kiss her deeply. Resistance was gone. We both wanted this, we both needed this. Carla ripped the thin sheet away like a magician performing the tablecloth trick. Her hand found my hardening cock bursting out of my boxers and started stroking. She pulled away from the kiss and gasped in excitement. "Mmm… I knew you were big…" She said with that same wicked smile. "Carla, we can't…" I said weakly as she leaned back and pulled off her shorts. I stopped when I saw her glistening wet, shaved pussy. "Yeah, we can." Carla said back with a giggle. She pulled off my boxers and then shoved me down, climbing on top of me.

So many sensations all at once. In that instant I knew cheating was going to be my new fetish, my faux hesitation mixed with Carla's insistence that I fuck her was more than arousing, it was pure, uncut lust. Her pussy squeezed my dick tight as she came down on me slowly. Her moans were intoxicating, she felt no need to hide anything from David, she was lost in the sensation of my dick piercing into her. "Ahhh! Ah! Ahhhh! Oooo! Oh, fuck!" she moaned loudly. She looked down with that smile, "You're a lot bigger than David." Again, I felt a new fetish solidifying in my brain, none of my friend's significant others would be safe after this. I grabbed Carla's hips and helped her up and down. I felt every groove of her pussy on my dick, realizing just now that I wasn't wearing a condom. Carla seemed to notice my realization by the panic on my face, she leaned down and whispered in my ear, "It's okay, I'm on the pill. And I want all your cum inside me…" she giggled. Yet again, a new fetish was indelibly stamped on my brain.

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My mouth was a surprised circle when Carla grabbed me by the shoulders and started riding her heart out. She started slow, but picked up speed fast. Maybe it was the booze or my emerging fetishes, but I had never been ridden like that. The way she moaned for me, saying my full name as she grinded back and forth. "Fuck, you're so big, oh fuck! Oh! Fuck!" She said and started to shake. She held me close as she shivered and whispered in my ear, "I'm coming," and she passed the shiver to me. I grabbed her hips again and started bucking into her. I was so turned on, I was just trying to come as quickly as possible. Carla started going crazy and collapsed into me as I fucked her. Loud, sexy moans that got higher and higher pitched, "Ahhhh, ahh, ah! Ah! Ahhh!"

I may have felt another orgasm from her, but it was hard to tell. I was bucking into her small body so hard, she went up half a foot in the air before crashing back down on my dick. After a few minutes, I needed a break and we kissed passionately. She moaned even as our tongues swirled together and through her nose I could hear her try to moan my name. She moved back to my ear, "fuck me, doggy." she whispered and I couldn't do anything, but obey. I got behind her and she was even tighter from the back. Drunk as I was I still couldn't hold it long with that amazing, tight pussy gripping my dick like an Alien face-hugger.

Carla was a runner and it showed in her perfect ass. Thick, but tight and muscular, I spanked her on either cheek to her lustful moans. "Yess… Oh yes, please!" She begged as I hit her. I barely needed to grab her hips, she was backing into me quickly and wildly, still moaning like a ghost. I leaned back, feeling my approaching orgasm. "Oh fuck, Carla, I'm gonna come, don't stop." I told her. "Ahhh! Ah! AH!" She moaned back, "Ah! Ah! Who's gonna make you come? AH! Ah!" She asked in between moans, she seemed to like hearing her name too. I felt the feeling creep over me in an instant. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Carla! Oh fuck, Carla, I'm coming for you."

The months of sexual tension were released in that moment as I felt us come together. Feeling me plaster her insides with my cum made her turn into a vibrating, convulsing mess of moans. The fact that David hadn't woken up and heard was astounding. He was always a heavy sleeper, but Carla had me worried that the neighbors were going to call the police. I slowed down and the post-orgasm, post-binge-drinking tiredness set in. I fell over onto my pillow and Carla cuddled up next to me. "You've gotta get back to bed…" I told her sleepily. "What if we just cuddle a little bit, David's hogging the bed." Carla begged. "Fine, I told her, but I'm putting up a pillow barrier. And go back to David in the morning or he's going to be fucking pissed at me." I knew better, but I was too drunk and too tired to put up a fight. Carla put on her shorts and tank top and still seeing her tits through the top, I thought maybe she should just go back to her boyfriend's bed...

I rolled over, put up a line of pillows between us and she laid down next to me. I closed my eyes and started to drift to sleep. My hope was that if David walked in and saw the pillow barrier, it would save us the explanation that nothing happened, but was that dumb? I thought to myself… Just as I was falling asleep I heard her say, "Give me your arm." I threw my arm over the pillow wall and she grabbed onto it with both hands like a stuffed animal. I could feel her bare tits as she pressed my arm into them. She moved my hand onto her breast and her hard nipples pushed into the palm of my hand. It took a lot of willpower not to squeeze her tit and just pretend to sleep. As I considered the pros and cons of the ingenious pillow barrier, darkness fell over my eyes and I dreamt of fucking Carla again and again.

I woke up to knocking at my door. I sprung awake and looked at my surroundings. I tried to recall what had happened the night before. Muscle memory told me that I had gotten drunk with Carla and a friend, so the person I was spooning with my morning wood had to be one of Carla's friends. Then I remembered her friend's phone call, fucking Carla, coming inside Carla, and then coming up with the thought that a line of pillows would be enough to convince David I hadn't just fucked his girlfriend. The pillow barrier had come down like the Berlin Wall and Carla was now asleep on my right arm as my left arm cupped her bare tit. My hard dick was between her legs, instinctively trying to enter her through her short shorts.

I threw the covers over Carla and said, "come in" in a loud whisper. David popped his head in and saw me shirtless with a lump under the covers. "Sorry dude, just making sure you weren't hanging out with Carla. She left last night all pissed off, she must've gone home." He told me. I nodded and said, "Sorry bro, yeah haven't seen her." I lied. He smiled and laughed, "Good luck bro, hope you get morning sex." he told me. And he slammed the door loud enough to wake Carla. This was somewhat of a running theme with us; he knew I had trouble getting girls to wake up and leave, so he'd slam the door, surprise them and I'd say "There's an emergency I have to leave, can you get dressed?"

I pulled the covers off Carla and saw her eyes flit open slowly. I was worried she might be mad, we were both drunk after all and obviously weren't making the best decisions. But she smiled at me and said "Hi." Seeing her smile, the anxiety melted off my face. "Hey, good morning." I told her, still waiting for her to initiate whatever was to come next. "Was that David leaving?" She asked. "Yeah, he just left for work." David waited tables at an IHOP on the weekends. Carla smiled that same wicked grin from yesterday and crawled on top of me, throwing off her tank top. "Good, then we have time to fuck again." She said with a giggle. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to my ear, "I want to feel that big dick inside me sober." She whispered. My morning wood went from half mast to full.

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