Roommate Relations Ch. 07

"No one. I've got to go, Kyle," Jess said. "Bye!" And then she ended the call abruptly.

Kyle, on the other end, didn't have a chance to say goodbye or tell her he loved her.

"You're so bad," Jess said, looking back over her shoulder at Ian. They were outside, in an out-of-the-way wooded area on campus. Jess was bent at the waist, supporting herself with the aid of a tree. Her black running shorts were down around her knees.

A few minutes earlier, they'd been running together, she just a few feet ahead of him down a path through the trees. Ian had caught up with her, then signaled for a stop. "Having trouble, wimp?" Jess asked playfully. "Need to catch your breath?" In answer, Ian pulled her off the track into a copse of trees. He pushed her up against one of them, the rough bark digging into her back and shoulders, and tugged her running shorts down.

"I'm all sweaty," she said, weakly protesting as he knelt in front of her.

"You're only going to get sweatier." Any further objections Jess might have voiced were rendered moot, because that's when Ian dove in, burying his face between her creamy thighs. He didn't care if she was sweaty from their run, and why would he? It wasn't like he hadn't been with her like this many times since their first encounter, months ago.

Ian's strong hands gripped her about the waist. Jess leaned back against the tree, trusting it and Ian to support her as her legs grew weak—partially from the exertion from their run taking its toll, but mainly from the eager, almost needy way Ian was eating her cunt. He didn't bother with any foreplay. There was no effort to warm her up, to let the pleasure slowly build. Instead, he simply went for what he wanted, going full-bore, slipping his tongue between her folds, lashing it against her clit, pressing his face against her so that he could delve further into her depths.

Jess took hold of his head, grabbing his short hair as best she could and pulling him into her. "Fuck, yes," she gasped, trying to keep quiet as best she could. No one had been nearby when he pulled her off the track, but the last thing she wanted was to call attention to their outdoor escapades. So she bit her lip, closed her eyes, and focused on her breathing. In, out—just like Ian's tongue as it parted her folds. In, out—like Ian's strong fingers, which were even now creeping toward her cunt, ready to slip inside her and seek out her most sensitive spots. In, out—like his powerful, thrusting cock, that thick appendage that brought her so much pleasure. God, she wanted this, wanted him, whenever and wherever she could have him.

Her cunt was already drenched, and Ian eagerly drank down everything he could. His tongue teased her clit as he slipped one finger, then another, into her sopping wet hole. Her inner walls gripped him as he slid his fingers in and out. Jess's breathing became erratic; her chest heaved as the first stirrings of her climax made her shudder.

That just made Ian all the more aggressive. His tongue seemed to be everywhere. It flitted over her clit, flicked around his fingers. Jess's hips rolled, and Ian moved with her, never breaking contact as he deftly worked her into a climactic frenzy. Her efforts to stay silent proved inadequate, and when she came she cried out, her wordless scream of ecstasy ringing off the trees.

Before her orgasm had finished, Ian rose, muffling her cries with a kiss like she had never had, all lips and tongue and passion. He lifted her up slightly, the rough tree bark scraping her skin. He lined himself up and let her drop, trusting in gravity to make her impale herself on him. His thick tool split her open. Jess wrapped herself around him, her arms on his shoulders, her legs around his waist. All her weight was on him, supported by his strong legs and his stiff prick.

He bucked his hips up, practically bouncing her up and down on his shaft. His hands found their way to her breasts, squeezing them through her tight top. "Gotta get rid of this," he muttered under his breath. "Want to see these fuckers bounce."

"Fuck... yes..." Jess gasped. She couldn't do much to help him get her top off, but she did what she could, arching her back as he slid his fingers underneath the black spandex top and pulling it up. Ian's eyes went to her newly exposed, bouncing breasts, those firm orbs capped by perfect pink eraser-tip nipples. She rolled her hips, her movement doing amazing things lower down, as well, making his cock twitch and throb.

"Harder," she said. "Make me fucking feel it." Ian's hips pumped, bucking, his thrusts making her whole body shake. Her back scraped against the rough bark of the tree, but in the moment the pain was of no importance. All that mattered was the way Ian was fucking her, the way each powerful thrust drove another spike of ecstasy through her.

Jess felt her cunt clench around Ian's impaling spike. She pulled herself to him and away the tree, trusting Ian to support her weight with his strong legs and arms—and of course with the powerful weapon currently lodged deep inside her. Ian staggered back a step but kept his footing, and in mere moments he was bouncing her petite frame into the air, coming up onto the balls of his feet as he fucked her relentlessly. She groaned, her lips close to his ear, and she came again, her walls rippling around his length, massaging him.

Ian supported her, still fucking her, until her climax ended. Then, without needing to say a word, he slowed, then stopped, and she disentangled herself from him. An involuntary whine slipped past her lips when Ian slipped out of her drenched pussy. Her feet touched the earth for the first time in several minutes, and she rocked unsteadily for a moment as she turned away from Ian. Jess leaned forward, using the tree to keep her balance. She looked back over her shoulder, her dark hair falling in front of one eye, and said, "What are you waiting for, you evil fucker? Get that dick back inside me."

Ian wasted no time in doing as she asked. His strong hands gripped her hips as he slammed his full length into her, making her gasp as her arms buckled from the force of the thrust. Then his right hand slid up her side to cup her breast. But it didn't stay there long; Ian had another target in mind. He took hold of her hair, which had been pulled back into a loose ponytail, and he hauled back on it every time he drove his hips forward. Every time his cock plunged into her depths, he pulled her hair, making her back arch, yanking her head back, and sending a frisson of pleasure and pain through her.

"Nasty fucker," she murmured. "My turn... my turn to be nasty." She let go of the tree, letting Ian's grip on her hair keep her from falling forward, and reached across her body to free her phone from the its pouch on her elastic armband. Looking back at Ian, she made her call. With a wicked smile on her face, she gazed back at Ian, who (judging by the look of perplexity on his face) hadn't yet figured out her plan. But realization dawned when she spoke. "Nothing much," she finally managed to get out. "I was just out for a run and I wanted to hear your voice. You know how much I depend on your moral support."

Ian silently mouthed the words "You're bad." Jess winked at him, braced herself against the tree with one arm, and pushed back. As her ass met his hips, she let out a little gasp-something that could pass for a grunt of effort, at least over the phone.

Then Ian took over again. He took hold of her hips and drove himself forward, spearing her with his thick cock, as she struggled to hold up her end of the her conversation with Kyle. "I always do," she said, and then "Oh? You think you'll be able to give me a good workout?" Together with the wicked gleam in her eye, it was more than enough for Ian to get the sense of what she was doing, and the whole thing sent a thrill through him. The whole scene-with them outdoors, fucking in broad daylight, with her ignorant boyfriend on the phone-had him incredibly excited.

"You better hang up soon," he said. "You're going to be screaming again in a minute." Ian's thrusts grew more powerful, more frequent; he fucked her like he wanted to drive her into the tree, and as it was she had trouble holding on to her phone. Each thrust made her whole body shake. Her tits bounced wildly, free of all restraint. Her long dark hair was bound in a ponytail, and it too swung freely. Jess had to bite her lip to keep from crying out as she felt Ian's cockhead punching into her.

Jess heard Kyle chattering in her ear, but any thought of continuing her conversation was driven from her mind by Ian's relentless fucking and the nigh-overwhelming rush of pleasure it brought her. She barely made out Kyle asking if someone was with her, and that gave her the chance she needed to cut things off. "No one," she said, speaking quickly. "I've got to go, Kyle. Bye!" And with that she ended the call and dropped the phone to the ground.

Ian grabbed her ponytail and hauled back on it, pulling her up and making her arch her back. Jess let out a squeal as her hands fell away from the tree. She heard Ian's voice in her ear, barely more than a growl: "You're fucking bad."

"And you fucking love it," was her reply-though her voice was strained, her breathing erratic.

"God, yes, I do," said Ian. He leaned forward then, and Jess turned her head, so his lips could find hers in a deep and passionate kiss. Jess's legs trembled and went weak as she came yet again, her cunt seizing around Ian's engorged rod, setting him off as well. He exploded, deep within her, and their mutual moans were muffled by each other's lips. They kissed, as Ian's cock throbbed and unloaded inside her, and her pussy spasmed and for a moment everything in the world vanished, except for the two of them.

Once they had both come down from their mutual climax, Ian stepped back, pulling out of Jess with some reluctance. She felt a trickle of wet warmth run down the inside of her leg as their juices dripped from her. She turned, teetering somewhat on her unsteady legs, and leaned against Ian, who wrapped his arm around her protectively. "We should get out of here, love," she said. "We've pushed our luck enough."

They dressed, and made their way back to the road. Then they resumed their run, looking for all the world like nothing untoward had happened-except for the damp patch on Jess's running shorts.

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The Anniversary

It was almost a disaster. The restaurant had lost their reservation, despite the fact that Kyle called to confirm earlier in the day. He ended up having to pull the maître d' aside; some money changed hands, and Kyle got the table he wanted. Kyle wanted everyone to see the radiant beauty he had on his arm, and that meant a table in the middle of the restaurant, somewhere they could see and be seen.

"Radiant" wasn't an understatement, not tonight. Jess had gone all out; she'd spent the morning getting ready, and her dark hair was carefully arranged on her head. Her dress was a deep midnight blue, almost black, and it showed off her toned and tight body admirably. It was backless; the neckline was low and the hemline high. A pair of matching stiletto heels gave her a few extra inches of height, making her just a hair taller than Kyle. A simple gold bracelet decorated her wrist, and another thin chain rested on her ankle. Her earrings were gold as well, small studs that glimmered when they caught the light. And of course she wore the locket that Kyle had given her, a gold heart with a sapphire set into its surface.

When Kyle saw her-she'd kept him at bay all day, to heighten the effect-his jaw literally dropped. He found himself dumbstruck. Jess noticed—how could she not? And she posed and preened for him, standing in the doorway of his dorm room, with her hip cocked to the side confidently. "Ready to go, babe?" she asked. Kyle just stood there, dumbfounded, unable to process the question. Jess approached him and with one finger pushed his mouth shut. "You're catching flies."

He shook his head to clear it. "Wow, just... just wow."

"You like?"

"Uhhh, yeah. Hell yeah."

Jess smiled brightly, in part at the compliment, in part at the thought of what she had planned for the night. She wondered if Kyle would still be so complimentary after the evening was over. Jess turned in place, giving Kyle an eyeful of her tight, toned body, the gentle curve of her ass, her long and lean legs, and her sexy, bare back.

"I'll say it again, babe. Wow," Kyle said.

"If you're done ogling me we should probably get going," she said, rolling her eyes just a bit. Kyle nodded, and gallantly offered her his arm, then led her out.

They made their way to the restaurant—Bistro du Coin, a little French place. Kyle had never been there, but Jess said it was one of her favorite places, though she was reticent as to why she liked it so much. That's when the problems started. The missing reservations were only the start. Kyle did get the table he wanted, but their server was some obnoxious asshole who could barely be bothered to take their orders. The wine Jess wanted had to be ordered by the bottle and cost almost two hundred dollars. Kyle wanted to order a duck dish, but they'd run out.

Despite all the troubles, though, Jess seemed to enjoy herself, and at the end of the day that was what mattered most to Kyle. So he just took deep breaths and reminded himself that she was worth it. And it seemed to pay off; over dessert (they were sharing a dark chocolate mousse) she beckoned him close and whispered in his ear, "Tonight, baby... tonight I want you to fuck my ass."

That nearly made Kyle do a spit-take with his mousse. He barely managed to avoid a colossal mess, and when he managed to get himself back under control and look at Jess again her eyes were twinkling mischievously.

At that point, Kyle couldn't wait to get back to the dorm. He paid the bill, although he couldn't help but wince when he saw the final tally. He wanted to practically sprint back to his dorm room, but Jess insisted on taking her time. They'd walked to the restaurant, and she made the journey home into a slow stroll, so that Kyle would be "extra-eager when they finally get back." And it was working; the anticipation was excruciating, and Kyle was half-hard the whole walk.

Along the way, they talked; Jess refused to talk about what she'd said, deflecting Kyle's questions about why she'd made the decision effortlessly. Instead, they talked about the dinner, about college life, about classes—and about their relationship over the last year.

It was during this part of the conversation that Kyle revealed one of his fears to Jess. "It may sound... silly," he said, "but I was terrified that Ian was going to show up and ruin things, like he did on our date at that Italian place."

Jess laughed at that. "Oh, he didn't ruin that night," she said, thinking back on the evening. She'd been so angry at first; that was before she'd fallen for Ian. But the process that would turn her from a good girlfriend to a cheating slut had already begun; hell, that night she'd blown him in the bathroom, something that would have been unimaginable before she met Ian. "I mean, I didn't like the guy then, but things worked out all right."

"I just can't believe you're friendly with him now. He's still an ass."

"Look, I know you don't like him, but you don't have to be mean."

"He's an ass, and you know it."

"All right, he's an ass, but he can be funny and he's fun."

Kyle felt an argument about to develop and backed off. "All right, all right. I guess we just rub each other the wrong way. You know how that is."

"I do."

"Anyway, I was scared he was going to show up at the restaurant tonight. I know it's irrational, and he wouldn't have joined us or anything, but it was still on my mind."

"Oh, don't worry," Jess said. "I made sure he was going to leave us alone at the restaurant." That was true. Ian and Jess had plans of their own for the evening, and they didn't involve an appearance by Ian at Bistro du Coin. All the fun was to come later.

The conversation continued as they walked, and Jess turned up the teasing. For example, she darted ahead of Kyle, then stopped, nominally to pick up a penny, but really so she could bend at the waist and wiggle her hard-earned ass in front of him. And as she did she looked back at him, with a sparkle in her eye that said she knew what she was doing and what effect she had on him.

By the time they got back to the dorm Kyle was something of a mess. His dick was achingly hard. Jess seemed to enjoy his discomfited state. He fumbled with the door and, when he got it opened, all but threw himself inside. Jess followed, and Kyle heard the click of the door locking behind her as he tugged at his shirt, almost ripping it in his haste to strip down.

"Hold on, big boy," Jess said to him. "I want to get a bit... kinky tonight." She was practically purring.

"What, other than... what you said earlier?" Kyle was nervous, jittery, and it came through in his manner. He wasn't willing to put into words what Jess had suggested earlier, as if saying it out loud would make her change her mind.

Jess, on the other hand, had no such issues. "Do you mean, fuck me in the ass?" Kyle blushed and nodded. "Yes, other than that," she said, smiling. "I was thinking... what if I tied you up?"

Kyle was perplexed. "What do you mean? And why?"

Jess sashayed over to him, draped her arms around his neck, and gave him her best pout. "Well, baby, I'm a bit scared... I mean, when you get the chance to be in my virgin ass, well, you might get too excited. You might fuck it too hard and then it would hurt, baby." In truth, of course, her ass wasn't virgin and hadn't been in some time, ever since Ian had slowly and patiently worked his massive weapon into her oiled-up hole. But Kyle didn't know that.

She continued. "I was thinking I could tie you to your chair. Nothing too tight, just your arms and legs... oh, and a blindfold. I have a sexy surprise for you." Kyle looked unsure. He bit his lip, and hemmed and hawed until Jess pulled him close and whispered in his ear, "If you're good, then after the first time, I'll let you tie me up and fuck my ass again."

That was too much for Kyle to take. He yielded to the inevitable, and said, "All right, baby." Jess beamed at him and told him to get naked while she got herself ready. She picked up her purse and pulled a pink blindfold out of it.

"Pink? Really?" Kyle asked.

"Beggars can't be choosers," she said, a bit reproachfully. "Strip down and get comfortable in the chair, baby. I'm going to go get myself ready. When I come back, I expect to see you in the chair, blindfolded." She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and then disappeared into the bathroom.

Kyle paced back and forth as he heard the sink come on in the bathroom. This was something he wanted, to be sure, but he was nervous. This was pushing past the limits of what he'd done in the bedroom, with Jess or otherwise. It seemed almost too good to be true.

He took a deep breath and dropped his pants.

Then he put on the blindfold and took a seat. He could hear the sounds of Jess's ablutions from the bathroom. The sink was running, but he could hear footsteps as well. It seemed she was still in her heels; they clicked against the tile occasionally as she moved around the small room.

When he heard the sink turn off and the door creak open, he gulped and said, "Jess? Is that you?" Immediately, he regretted it. Who else could it be?

Click, click, click, Jess's footsteps approached, the noise of her heels muffled but not silenced by the thin, cheap dorm room carpets. He felt the tips of her nails trail idly across his chest, up over to his shoulder. Then they were gone and he heard the distinctive scritching sound of tape being unwound from a roll. "What is that?" he said, panicked, breathing more quickly. His hand came up to remove the blindfold, but her touch stopped him.