LoL

ONE

I met Diana my last year in college. Through coincidence, or fate, we were dorm mates. However, we didn't live in a normal college dorm. I had, after three years of moaning, finally convinced my dad to rent me an apartment close to campus. My dad didn't think it was safe for me to live off campus, so he had two nonsensical stipulations. One was I had to get a roommate. The other, it could never, ever be a boy. By all measures I was considered an adult, but you know how it is. I will always be daddy's little girl, even at 60 years old.

I really didn't want a roommate. I would have rather lived alone because you never know what type of person you're going to end up with. They may seem great when you interview them, but you never actually get to know a person until you live with them. It seemed to me the best way to stay happy was to simply live alone.

I tried my best to pretend to look for a roommate. Whenever my dad would call, I would tell him I hadn't found a decent person. He would say okay and hang up. Little did I know my dad had decided to place an ad himself. Further, he took it upon himself to conduct phone interviews.

One morning, as I was leaving for class, I crashed into Diana. When I say crashed, I literally mean crashed. I was late and had my head down as I was racing out the door. I never saw Diana standing in front of me. I don't recall hurting her. I only remember knocking her down with my hard head.

I couldn't help but laugh once I found out my dad not only interviewed Diana, but gave her the thumbs up. Diana couldn't believe it either. She originally thought the ad - "Proper Girl Seeks Proper Roommate" - was a joke. Thus, she never answered my dad truthfully. Diana pretended to be a librarian's assistant. Every answer she gave was prudish in nature. It wasn't until my dad gave Diana my address that she realized the ad was serious.

I suppose I should have been angry, but I loved it. If only my dad could see who he had chosen. Diana was far from a librarian's assistant. Hell, she looked like she didn't even know what a library was. Diana had short, dark hair with blue streaks. Her hair color, along with her dark lipstick, brought out her fair skin. She looked like a porcelain doll in torn jeans. Her t-shirt was at least a size too small, although I could understand why. Diana had the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen. While not huge, they were the perfect size for massaging. Diana wasn't wearing a bra. Her strong nipples poked through the cotton, ready to explode out of her shirt. I never considered myself bisexual, but god I wanted to suck on them.

Diana looked down at her shirt. She ran her fingers over her nipples, exciting them even more. "Do you want to see them?"

YES! However, I was extremely late for class. It was probably foolish of me to trust Diana with the keys, but I was in love. Or was it lust? In any event, I gave them to her.

I don't know why I even bothered to go to class. I wasted the whole hour thinking about Diana. God, I wanted to massage her breasts through the cloth of her shirt. My imagination was running wild, I could feel the rigidness of her nipples against her soft flesh as I flicked them with my fingers. I would turn her around to face me, and slide my hands inside her shirt. As I cupped her mounds, I could feel them molding into my hands. Her nipples, ever so hard, fit perfectly between my index and middle fingers.

I couldn't stand it. I had to maneuver in my seat to keep myself from orgasm. I was so wet I knew I had to do something. But what? Deep down, I knew what the answer was. Still, I was terrified.

I didn't go to my next class out of fear my mind would wander to the point of no return. Instead, I let my mind do its thing in a secluded area of a campus park. I wanted to go home, but at the same time, I was afraid to. Sure, Diana had offered to show them to me.

That's right! She did!

BUT, and that's with all capitals, what if she was joking? What if she never intended to lift her shirt up? What if? Ugh, I've always hated the fact that I over analyze everything.

After much debate, and the fact that night was approaching, I decided to head home, and, see what would happen. I intended to play it cool, pretend like nothing happened, and see what would transpire. My pounding heart, however, had plans of his own.

As I approached the front door, I noticed the apartment seemed dark. Wonderful! I spent half a day avoiding someone who wasn't even home! I was so bummed out, it never dawned on me that my apartment could be empty. I opened the front door and went inside.

The apartment was dark and silent. It finally hit me that it was possible I had been robbed. I wasn't mad since I only had myself to blame. As I approached the kitchen, I noticed a faint, almost gagging moan coming from the spare bedroom.

My heart sank. Diana's been shot and is bleeding to death.

I really didn't want to see Diana dying, but I knew I had to help. I tiptoed towards the slightly opened door. I kept my keys in my hand, ready to defend myself. My heart raced as I got closer. A million images of what I might find ran through my mind. Still, I was not prepared for what I would see.

Diana was naked and on all fours. A bald, naked man was behind her, gripping her hips and pounding her at an insane pace. Diana's moans were muffled as she had a blonde man's pipe in her mouth. Diana sucked as best she could but the sheer size of it was giving her trouble.

I stared, mesmerized. Diana slurped on the blonde's solid shaft. She paused every now and then to jerk the shaft before jamming the entire rod back in her mouth. She whimpered with a heavy desire.

There was an instant tingling between my legs. My heart raced. I wanted him to cum. I wanted Diana to take him to the point of no return. I wanted...

Diana's beautiful perky breasts beckoned me. As her body swayed back and forth between the two men, Diana's tits swayed with her body in a rhythmic, hypnotic motion. Her tight nipples poked out, yearning, screaming for me to suck them. The desire running through me was too much to control.

I slipped my hands down my pants and into my panties. I couldn't believe how moist I was. I ran my middle finger over my sensitive clit. I wanted to scream, but stifled myself to just a small peep.

I watched Diana expertly suck on the massive shaft. I opened my mouth, pretending it was I. I could feel his hard stick. As I licked the entire head, I slowly took every inch of it until my tongue was on the underside and my mouth sealed the entire head.

I woke from my fantasy. By this time, my fingers had slipped inside me and I was dripping to the point of squirting. Immediately, I looked at everyone. None of them paid me any attention. The bald guy was furiously pounding Diana, which in turn, forced her deeper into the blonde. Diana was screaming so loud she had to stop sucking. She held his cock head against her cheek and jerked him as hard as she could. Sweat dropped off every inch of her body. I knew she was ready. I wanted to cum with her, but I wanted to be by her side.

I pulled my hands out of my pants and stopped. I couldn't believe it. I was jealous. I couldn't, I didn't want to watch anymore.

I went to my room and stretched across my bed. I moaned, frustrated as hell. Why couldn't she be here with me? Why couldn't she be mine?

Diana's orgasm was so loud I was sure everyone in the complex had heard. I wanted to go back to the bedroom and beat the crap out of the two guys. There wasn't anything I could do other than close my eyes and cry myself to sleep. I turned to my side and faced the wall.

"Why did you leave?" I could hear Diana ask.

I closed my eyes tighter. The dream, the pain was much too real.

"I asked you a question." Diana whispered in my ear.

Quickly, I opened my eyes. I tried to turn around but couldn't. Diana slipped behind me, wrapped her arms around, and pulled me close so we could spoon.

"I got one for you, but you never came home." Diana nuzzled her nose into the back of my neck.

I closed my eyes again. I don't know what it was, but I felt very much at ease. It was a perfect moment.

Suddenly, One of Diana's hand slipped through my shirt. The other slipped into my panties. Instinctively, I gasped.

"Do you like that?"

I nodded.

Diana ran her hand around my dripping mound. "God you're so wet. You were watching, weren't you?"

I didn't want to admit it, but Diana pulled me even closer. I could feel those beautiful breasts rubbing against my back. I was hypnotized. I couldn't help but admit I was watching.

"What turned you on?"

"You sucking on that amazing cock. I wanted to taste it too."

"Yeah?" Diana simultaneously rubbed my clit as she massaged my hard nipple. "Do you want him to fuck you?"

"Yes."

"Do you want me to eat your pussy while he pounds you?"

"Yes!"

"Do you want to feel him throbbing inside you as he cums?"

"FUCK YEAH!"

Diana increased her pace as she nibbled on my ear lobe. "You're so fucking sexy. Your pussy feels so good."

My body started to quiver. My moment was fast approaching. "I want to suck in your tits." I blurted out.

Diana slid her finger inside me. "I know."

My body tingled all over. I reached back to pull Diana closer. I didn't realize she was still naked.

"Let me hear you cum." Diana fingered me faster.

I couldn't help but moan aloud.

"I can't wait for you to suck on my tits." She exhaled. "God they're so hard."

I could feel them against my back. Diana wasn't lying. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I squeezed Diana's soft ass as tight as I could. I, I...

Diana hugged me close as she buried her face into my neck. "You're so beautiful," she whispered.

I lost control of my body for a few seconds. Thankfully Diana was there to hold me in place. Slowly, I regained my breath, and came back to Earth. Diana held me every step of the way.

"Shhh," she whispered in my ear. "Close your eyes."

I followed her instructions. She held me tight until my pounding heart calmed down. I don't remember much after that, other than feeling at total peace. I woke up the next morning only to find myself alone in bed.

Smiling, I hobbled my way to Diana's room. I wanted to thank her for last night. I knocked on the closed door. There was no answer. I knocked again, but this time called her name. Again, no answer. I opened the door and peeked inside.

Diana was gone.