Sharing a Bed With My Hippie Roommate [MF]

A few years ago I lived in a house in a Southeastern U.S. State that attracted hippies and weirdos of all stripes, and I lived with two of them. A man named John, and a white girl with dreadlocks named Deena.

Now, Deena wasn't my normal type. She drove a Prius, was vegan, and loved rock climbing--none of which I have a problem with, but just attributes I'm not typically attracted to. She was laid back in a way that I tend not to find especially compelling, I usually go for women who are more East Coast Edgy–all dagger tattoos and Daddy issues, mean to you even when they want you.

It worked out quite well that I was not attracted to Deena, because I was partly in this southeastern state to reform my playboy ways and focus on reading, writing and meditating, something I was largely successful at because it turns out pretty-twinky boys are not considered attractive down there, so I had no problem not having sex. Still, sometimes Deena would prance around the house in her robe, or do yoga in tiny shorts in the living room and I couldn't help but notice she had a pretty nice body, and, what's more, a plump little ass. I am basically powerless in front of a good ass, I would give it all up for a good ass, ass is my beginning and end, my Raison d'être. Deena and I got along well enough, though never in an especially flirtatious way. Sometimes, though, she asked me about my past exploits as a Casanova and I would regale her with my stories of public and group sex, or she would complain to me about the dry patch in her own sexual life.

One night one of Deena's friends, Robin, came over and we had a little bonfire in the back and started drinking. Now, I knew Robin was crushing on me a bit, and I even thought something might happen between us that night, but It wasn't long before Robin, who weighed all of twenty pounds soaking wet, got utterly soused and sloppy, destroying all my attraction to her. We couldn't let her drive so we let her sleep in my bed and I told Deena I would sleep on the floor in her room, because the living room couch was a horrendous thing.

I laid down on the floor and Deena turned off her lamp, and with the extinguishing of the light, I could feel a new charge in the air. It was as if everything had become taught, and I knew Deena could feel it too, though I'm not sure how I knew. It's moments like those that have convinced me that the self is an illusion, that we have access to some world of shared perceptions beyond the sensory. I tried not to trip out too hard on that, and asked Deena if I could get into the bed, citing the cold.

"Sure," she said.

As soon as I got in, she turned on her side and I spooned her. Immediately, she began rubbing her ass up into me and it didn't take long before I got hard. I felt that I had a chance to bail out here, to stop things before they got awkward in our house or undo my monastic progress, but I didn't want to bail out. I wanted to cum.

"We probably shouldn't fuck," I said.

"Yeah, I think you're right," Deena said, though she kept pushing her ass into my ever-hardening dick. We knew, without speaking, that this pussy footing was a charade, and that somehow, some way, something would happen. It was as inevitable as a thrown ball falling.

"But I'm horny now," I said.

"Me too," she said. "Maybe we could just make each other cum?"

That was all I needed. Immediately I put my hand over her shorts and started rubbing her. Her pussy was so warm that I knew she was already wet. I put a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet, in case Robin could hear, and then stuck my hand down her pants. She was sticky-wet, and, to my surprise, completely clean shaved. She bit down on my middle finger, trying to suppress her moaning. I didn't even kiss her neck, and pulled on her lips and teased her clit before going down on her.

If you never have had the pleasure of eating Vegan pussy, I highly recommend it. It is so so sweet, and, for whatever reason, juicier than omnivore pussy. Everything about it is incredible, the smell even. It is like eating fruit and then swimming in the ocean. I lapped it up enthusiastically and looked up as she shoved a pillow into her mouth to muffle the sounds coming out of her. I was lost in the bliss of eating after a long fast, of violating my rules for myself, of transgressing a platonic boundary. Why had I ever given this up? I loved it, I was great at it, I was so dumb to think it could be anything but good for me and for the people I'd been with. After a while, I felt a tap on my head.

"I've already come several times," she whispered.

"Oh."

"Your turn."

At this point I was covered in pre-cum, and eagerly pulled my boxers off.

"It's so pretty," she said, and started sucking. Given that I lived with her and knew she didn't really bring anyone over or spend the night at anyone's house, I expected a fairly lackluster blowjob, but what I received was a spit soaked, deep throat session that I still think about (I mean' I'm writing about it.) I held on for dear life and was glad that I had been drinking, or else I would have cum within a pitifully short amount of time. Still, I knew I wasn't long for the world, and thought I could distract her throat game by eating her pussy.

"I want you to ride my face while you suck," I whispered.

She quickly obliged me, throwing her leg over my face in one movement. I held onto her ass while licking her out, and she was less agile from the 69 position, which bought me a bit more time, though not much. I was enjoying squeezing her strong ass, and feeling her thighs shake against my ear, so much that before I realized what was happening I was cumming her mouth, and she was determined to suck it all out of me. I was determined not to stop licking and her moaning was vibrating my cock, prolonging the orgasm. This is the part of oral sex where the champions are separated from those who are merely talented. The ability to keep sucking with vigor while also swallowing is the difference between merely satisfying a man and sending him to an abyss from where he must crawl himself back into person hood. God, I could not believe how long I was cumming, it must have been at least 30 seconds to a minute, spurt after spurt of hot cum being hoovered out of me, months of unsatisfying orgasms, without sex, all undone. She only stopped when I got the post-cum-stop-or-I-will-die shivers, and let my cock out her mouth with a satisfying pop. She flopped down next to me on the bed.

I wish I could stay we cuddled, or fucked again, or made plans to fuck again, but we didn't. We didn't say anything. Satisfied, we both fell into a deep sleep.