Roommate Tempts Girlfriend Ch. 01

"Be sure to get my good side..." Alana hiked up her panties, giving herself a wedgie.

Melissa could see in Raymond's eyes that he wanted to ravage Alana's curvaceous body.

"Let's go and get some bedroom shots..." Raymond helped Alana to her feet and they hurried into his bedroom. Melissa was somewhat disappointed that she wasn't going to see anymore.

Inside the bedroom, Alana reclined on the bed and Raymond straddled her thighs.

"I wanna see your bedroom eyes," he said as he zoomed in on her face.

Alana appeared aroused as she gazed up into the lens and puckered her full lips.

"Perfect..." Raymond was pleased with her performance as she raised her leg and her thigh made gently contact with his crotch. He surely realized what was happening, but continued taking pictures like a professional because he was getting some incredibly seductive images.

Beyonce continued to play in the living room as Arthur poured lemonade.

"Should we turn the music off?" he asked as he handed Melissa a glass.

"No, they can probably still hear in it his room," Melissa reasoned. She then used the glass of lemonade to cool off, holding it her forehead. Arthur was unwilling to ask what it was that had her all hot and bothered. She actually seemed to be day dreaming.

Meanwhile, Raymond got cozy next to Alana on the bed as she sat up.

"Well, I guess were about done here," he said. "I got all that I need."

"Not so fast, sexy..." she responded. She then leaned over to kiss him with her pouty lips and he didn't hesitate in kissing her back. She also rubbed his thigh as the kiss became more and more passionate. He was pitching a massive tent in his jeans. So many guys have jerked off to her pictures on the internet. Raymond was living all their fantasies.

"Mmm... Ray... You make me so hot... I want you so bad..." She leaned back in the bed and yanked his t-shirt off, exposing his hairy chest. His hands wandered underneath her top and fondled her 36DD breasts. If she actually wore a bra, now would've been a good time to unclasp it.

Even over the music, Melissa and Arthur could detect the soft moans coming from Alana.

Raymond was soon on his back with Alana straddling him. "Wanna see..." She removed her top to reveal her famous knockers. He fondled them with his strong hands for only a moment before she lowered herself so he could take her pink nipples into his mouth and suckle. "Mmm... so nice... suck on my big titties..." she sighed. Alana was so vein and considered sex with her to be a privilege.

They were soon kissing again - they're lips smacking together - but he couldn't resist and quickly returned to sucking on her big tits. "Yes... that's good... that's how I like it..." she cooed. She then crawled back between his legs, squeezed his erection, and slowly undid his fly. "Let's see what a big man you are..." Never did she break eye contact with him as she did this. A true seductress.

Melissa couldn't conceal her smile, creeping closer to the door, much to Arthur's chagrin.

Alana planted kisses on Raymond's abdomen while his ten inch member was nestled between her breasts, already dripping precum. "How 'bout a nice blow job?" She asked rhetorically while teasing his big cock with a quick titty fuck. Then, she began sucking on his thick and throbbing mushroom head.

"Ohhh... fucking hell..." he groaned. He also had a great view because her juicy ass - still garbed in pink cotton panties - was seen in the reflection of the mirror above his dresser.

"Yeah... suck my cock... suck it good!!!" He looked down at her platinum blonde hair as she took even more of his cock into her mouth. Her soft lips and warm tongue skillfully worked his shaft. He wondered if the slurping sounds were heard outside. Maybe he wanted Melissa to hear them and fantasize about his long and thick fuck-stick?

Her head bobbed up and down - taking in about eight inches without gagging - while also caressing his scrotum with one hand. He palmed her head to guild her pace and let out a mighty bellow. With her free hand, she tugged her panties down to her knees. Her pussy was hot and sopping. She needed to be fucked bad, but wanted to taste his cum first.

Melissa's heart was racing as she listened from outside.

"What are you doing?" Arthur demanded to know.

"Relax, this will be a funny story to tell one day," she promised.

An epic blow job continued on the other side of the door since Raymond had great stamina. Alana sucked his cock with vigor while shifting her weight to his side. This allowed him to remove her panties which were now down around her ankles.

Realizing he wasn't about to erupt, she let his dick plop from her lips. "Baby, this gonna be the ride of your life..." she vowed as straddled him. "This is some good pussy..." She then stimulated her clit with the head of his cock. "Ohhh... Ray, such a big hard cock you have..." He was well endowed, but she was well broken in and prepared for his girth.

"C'mon, Miss Ali-Kat 19... let's see what the hype is all about..." He was gripping and kneading her plump ass cheeks, then the first inch of his huge cock penetrated her slit and he was slowly starting to impale her. She sighed while screwing herself down onto his wide shaft. She'd had many impressive dicks over the years, but he was just about one of the biggest.

He used his thumbs to manipulate her nipples, then he squeezed her tits as she grinded him into the mattress with enough force to make the headboard to thump against the wall.

Melissa's jaw dropped. She and Arthur had never made a headboard thump like that.

"YES!! YES!! YES!!!" Alana moaned, then she dug her fingernails into Raymond's chest and made sure he was looking her in the eyes. It was the same "come hither" look she gave him through the camera lens as she rode him for several minutes.

"OHH...YEAH...FUCK...YEAH!!!" he grunted - gritting his teeth - while having the orgasm she'd worked hard to give him. His thick shaft swelled and sprayed hot cum deep into her waiting pussy.

"OHH...GOD...YES!!! FILL ME WITH YOUR HOT CUM BABY!!!" she screamed.

She kept bouncing on his dick until she milked the last few drops of semen out of him.

Outside, Arthur pulled Melissa away from the door as she giggled like a school girl.

"It's none of our business," he asserted.

"Raymond wouldn't mind..." she explained. "He's a little bit of a showoff."

Inside, Alana was now on her knees as Raymond fucked her from behind.

"Mmm... yeah... fuck me just like that..." she begged, looking back at him and holding his hand so to meet his every thrust. He wrapped his strong arms around her toned stomach and pulled her up to kiss her again, then he let her fall back on her hands and knees so he could continue pounding her cunt and making her ass cheeks jiggle.

"Ohhh... gawd... yes... such a big thick cock!!!" she screamed out in ecstasy.

He had a firm grip on her curvy hips as their flesh smacked together loudly.

"Ohhh...yes...ohh...gawd..." she panted while on the verge of her own orgasm.

He leaned forward - putting his weight on her - and the bed was creaking big time.

"FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!!!" Her 36DDs were bouncing as she supported them both with her arm strength. "I'M CUMMING!! YES!! I'M CUMMING!!!" Just as it looked like the bed frame was about to collapse, she finally had an orgasm.

"Ohhh... fuck.... yeah... so fucking good..." she whimpered in absolute exhaustion.

He pulled out and his cock was coated with her cream.

"Alana, you are a damn pleasure to work with," he complimented.

Her juices flowed from her pussy - down the inside of her leg - and onto the sheets.

"Mmm... Ray... I'm gonna have to make you my official photographer," she teased.

"I don't think you can afford me," he replied as he gave her light smack on the ass.

"Baby, we'll work something out," she promised, then they made out some more.

Raymond exited his room a few minutes later in his jeans. He turned the music off, then hurried into the bathroom, shooting his two roomies a casual wink along the way. Neither Melissa nor Arthur had anything to say to him... What was there to say?

This was however the first time that Melissa had seen Raymond without a shirt since he moved in. He'd put on a lot of muscle mass in the past couple years, but she figured that Arthur didn't need to know this information since he was a flabby and insecure.

Alana paid Raymond his reasonable fee before she showered and departed after that.

***

Later, Melissa cooked dinner for Arthur and Raymond. The two men watched their best girl by the hot stove while Raymond had a cold beer. It was overall an awkward silence until she decided to break the ice. "So, are you two like a couple or something?" she asked.

"No, we were just having a good time," Raymond bragged. "No harm in that."

"Hmm..." Melissa seemed to disapprove. "I don't know."

"Jealous?" Raymond asked.

Arthur was wondering that as well.

"I introduced you to Cassandra because you two could be good together," she claimed.

"I'd rather meet your lesbian neighbors," Raymond kidded. "Are they hot?"

"Yes, they're very attractive, but so is Cassandra," Melissa emphasized.

Raymond looked to Arthur. "What's this Cassandra chick really like?"

"She's horrible," Arthur answered without hesitation. "The worst person I know."

"What!? Arthur! How dare you say that!?" Melissa was upset that he'd say a nasty thing about her close friend. "That was completely uncalled for." For the rest of the evening she was mad at him and forgot all about her dismay over Raymond hooking up with Alana.

Arthur realized he'd slipped up, but still felt Melissa overreacted. He went to bed early while Melissa and Raymond chatted in the living room and had a few beers. He showed her the brand new pictures of Alana which led up to their wild sex. Melissa was curious if he'd taken any pictures during the intercourse itself, but she was too bashful to ask him.

"What's on your mind?" Raymond asked.

"When was the last time you had a serious girlfriend?" she replied.

Raymond sipped his beer, hesitant to answer. "You remember Torrie Van Zandt?"

"Yeah, she was a stuck-up bitch," she snapped, remembering her disdain for Torrie.

"We dated for a year before she broke my heart," he said, suddenly quite gloomy.

"It's gonna be all right. You're a great guy." Melissa inched closer to him, trying to be comforting. "You don't need some snooty girl like Torrie in your life." She also tinkered with the falic shaped neck of her beer bottle, perhaps still thinking about sex on some unconscious level.

"I mean, I don't know what I did wrong. I did everything for her." Raymond put his feet up on the coffee table as if this was his home. "I treated her nice. I paid for every date. What more does she want from a man?" Arthur would've been mad to see Raymond forget that he is only a guest here.

"Who cares what she wants?" Melissa spoke with certainty. "She is not worth it."

"You really think so?" All of Raymond's confidence seems to have disappeared.

"Ray, you are a terrific guy. You don't need to worry about some snob who doesn't care about you." Melissa gave his bicep a playful squeeze. "You need to be with an amazing woman. A woman who'll love every single thing about you."

"Is that how it is for you and Artie?" he asked in a cunning manner.

Melissa took a big gulp before responding. "Yeah, sure, sometimes. Day by day."

"Thanks for taking me in and being such a good friend." He boldly placed his hand on her thigh. "I appreciate it." He petted her knee and thigh in way that was not uncommon for friends. Meanwhile, her hand had moved from his bicep up to his board shoulders.

"Sure, you know I'd do anything for you," she promised.

"I really love you, Melissa," he said before kissing her on the forehead.

"I love you, too." She kissed him back with their hands still caressing one another.

Melissa gave him some fresh sheets before bed and laundered his cum stained ones before she started her shift the next morning. The first time she'd ever cleaned up after sex which she wasn't a part of. Raymond was definitely making her life more exciting.

***

Raymond got to relax for most of Monday. His life was no chore at all. Arthur came home from work a little after six and they basically avoided each other. Arthur blamed Raymond for all the unpleasantness between he and Melissa from the previous night. It was almost like Raymond had set him up or something.

And there it was. That classic paranoia which Melissa dislikes immensely. Arthur needed to nip this behavior in the bud, so he planned on being a delight when his honey walked in the door.

Melissa came home after eleven. She got stuck working the late shift at the restaurant and it showed. She was clearly worn out as she dropped her purse on the coffee table and plopped down next to Raymond on the couch. Arthur was making her tea in the kitchen.

"Oh my god..." she sighed.

"Long day?" Raymond asked.

"A double shift..." she griped. "My feet are killing me..."

"How about a nice foot rub?" Raymond offered. "It'll make you feel better."

Arthur then rushed out of the kitchen. "Oh, I can do that for her," he pleaded.

Melissa had a decision to make. "Well, Raymond is actually a talented masseuse," she explained. "Sweetie, you had a long day too. I don't want to be a bother. Besides, this is how Raymond can make up for not paying rent the first few weeks."

"Okay..." Arthur slunk back into the kitchen, not wanting to appear jealous.

Melissa rested her right foot on the carpet while Raymond held her left foot up and began massaging her tender calf muscle all the way up to her knee - giving the back of her knee a little tickle - and drawing a smile from her.

"I thought this was suppose to be foot rub?" she asked dreamily.

"Trust me..." he said assuredly.

His hand occasionally went past her knee and onto her thigh, but was quick to pull back before she could object. He rubbed her ankle and removed her pump, then kneaded her foot gently as she lied back and got comfortable. "Mmm... that's nice," she sighed.

He was encouraged by her and did each toe individually.

Arthur's head poked out of the kitchen to spy what was happening.

Raymond pressed his thumb into her sole while gripping her heel.

"Ohh... I needed this so bad," she moaned as he did her calf again.

"I'm always here for you..." He picked up her right foot and repeated his technique - doing her ankle and calf first - then removing her pump and doing her sore foot. "Does that feel better?"

"Mmm...yes... such strong hands you have..." she purred. She seemed unaware that her left foot was now resting on his thigh, but Arthur could discern everything from his vantage point. He then went back into the kitchen before he drove himself crazy watching this.

She was lying all the way back on the couch, like she was falling asleep. He worked his way back to her calf and resumed tickling her behind the knee. He could tell she enjoyed this because she wriggled her hips and gave him a wily look... Her way of calling him a naughty boy.

His hands returned to her thigh, but this time he lingered. She made no complaints and neither did he because her mini-skirt had ridden up and he could see between her legs. She was wearing lovely Brazilian cut panties and he stopped in his tracks. Puzzled, she looked at him and was about to ask what the problem was because she didn't realize her underwear was on display.

"Close your eyes," he whispered.

Melissa obliged, ready to pass out after a long hard day.

He caressed her thighs ever so softly, so not to garner the wrong reaction. His hands slipped between her legs and she began breathing heavily. He became more aggressive and her body responded. She spread her legs further and her foot was starting to stroke his bulge.

"Mmm...Ray...don't stop..." she whispered in her sleep with his hands now under her skirt, but Raymond decided it was risky to go any further, so he shook her away. She snapped out of her daze and yawned. "Thanks so much... Nice to have that to look forward to after a rough day."

"No problem," he said. "Anytime."

Melissa spent only a few minutes with Arthur and drinking her tea since she needed to change. Her panties were soaked with her own juices. The massage was a blur, but she knew it was Raymond's brawny yet delicate touch which was the culprit. She didn't fault him for getting over zealous with the rub down however. After all, boys will be boys.

She continued her torrid love affair with the shower head before bed. Arthur tried to make sexual advances, but she shot him down, claiming to be too tired. He was frustrated, but she made it up to him in the morning with a nice blow job. At least she was making an effort.