Understanding Housemates

Jason had met Kara through mutual friends and they'd hit it off immediately. Although Kara was undeniably attractive, their connection was purely platonic. So when she found herself in need of a place to live within weeks of Jason buying his new house - with its steep mortgage and spare bedroom - it had been a no-brainer. They liked the same TV shows, worked similar hours, and had the same friends. Simple.

Two weeks later, after Kara's housewarming party, things became less simple.

Kara had been catching Jason's eye all night, with smokey eyes and a cute black cocktail dress that clung to her soft curves. She'd also been keeping up with Jason drink for drink, eventually tapping out around midnight when she put her arm around Jason, leaned on him, and slurred

"I'm going to my room to pass out."

An hour later, after the last guests had left, Jason headed up to bed himself. Kara's door was wide open, the room's light illuminating the hallway. He leaned through the doorway, intending to pull it shut, but stopped like a deer in headlights.

Kara was lying on her front, diagonally, spread across the double bed. She was sleeping on top of the bed covers, her head turned to the right with her long auburn hair spread out across the pillow. She was completely naked. Jason couldn't help but stare as the light reflected off the smooth skin of her back and her ass.

He considered leaving her, but when she woke up she'd know he'd walked past and seen her. Would it be better to try to put her in the bed, he wondered? He decided to try rolling the sheet over to cover her, and entered the room quietly.

Kara was out cold, breathing heavily into her pillow. As Jason approached, he couldn't help but enjoy the view of her naked body - her breasts pushed out to the side, her cute, pert ass. He'd never felt so guilty, nor so turned on.

Kara snorted and shifted slightly in her sleep, moving her right leg. Opening it. Just wide enough for Jason to see directly between her thighs, to the neat folds of her pussy.

Jason sat down on the bed but instead of covering Kara up, he put his hand gently on her other leg, pushing softly. She opened to his touch, and he found himself sat between Kara's legs with a perfect view between them.

Jason kneeled on the bed, Kara's feet either side of him. He didn't know what he was hoping or expecting would happen. He was operating on pure instinct as he gently ran his hands over the back of her legs. She didn't react. No sound, no movement. He carefully put his thumbs on her inner thighs and kept moving them towards her body.

His heart was beating double-time as he reached the top of her legs, his fingers sliding onto her butt and his thumbs finding the warm, soft skin of her pussy. More out of habit than thought, he began to gently stroke her, running his thumb up and down her labia. She felt so soft.

Kara didn't move a muscle, her eyes still closed and her breathing steady. As Jason brought his thumb up to her butt for what he decided should be the last time, it slipped in between her lips. She was wet.

Kara moaned quietly. Jason froze, waiting for her to stir. Nothing.

His thumb now lubricated, wet from Kara's pussy, it moved smoothly over her skin. Jason felt emboldened as her breathing once more turned to a gentle groan. He pushed gently, where she felt wettest, and his finger slipped inside her.

Jason waited a moment to see if Kara would finally wake up. Although her breathing was becoming shallow, she didn't move. He started to stroke, curling the tip of his finger against her g-spot. He heard her breath change again, increasing in tempo. He continued to stroke her, until she was almost panting.

Kara inhaled sharply, then briefly stopped breathing altogether as her hips rose off the bed. Seconds later, her entire body shivered. Jason felt her muscles contract, squeezing his finger tight as she came. Jason gently withdrew his hand and Kara's body relaxed back onto the bed. She was soon snoring again, and Jason retreated to his own room in a daze.

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The following morning, Jason came downstairs to find Kara, nowhere near as hungover as she ought to be.

"Did I do anything stupid last night?" She asked.

"You didn't do anything," Jason replied, truthfully. "You just passed out."

"Yeah, that sounds about right." She smiled. "You'd be amazed at what I can sleep through."

The day passed without incident, and by that afternoon Jason was satisfied that the experience had been a strange one-off. Still, he couldn't stop thinking about it. About how good Kara felt, how much he'd wanted to go further.

Jason spent the evening trying to distract himself with tasks he'd been putting off. Displacement. He was sitting on the floor of his bedroom taking a screwdriver to an old guitar pedal when he heard Kara's voice.

"Can I distract you?"

Jason looked up. Kara was standing behind the open door, leaning in so only her head was visible.

"Sure."

"I need an honest opinion. Like, brutally honest."

She stepped into the room to reveal she was wearing a red minidress. It clung to her figure even more tightly than the black one from the night before and was cut daringly short, not even halfway down her thighs. Jason spoke before he could think.

"Wow."

Kara laughed.

"Not what I was going to ask," she said. "But good to know nonetheless. No, what I need to know is." She turned away from Jason so her ass was level with his eyeline.

"Is my underwear as visible as I think?"

Jason gazed at her butt, the tight cheeks looking even more irresistible squeezed by a thin layer of tight fabric. He could make out the prominent outline of a tiny g-string around her hips. She turned her head over her shoulder.

"It is, isn't it?"

"I don't want to be the guy telling you to take it off," Jason said, as casually as he could manage. "But it's certainly... it's certainly there."

"Thought so. Thanks!"

Jason was still staring into space five minutes later when Kara re-appeared in the doorway in matching heels. The outline of her underwear was nowhere to be seen.

"I'm going out with the girls," she said.

"I'll send a search party if you're not back by morning," Jason joked.

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Jason awoke suddenly, a loud thud sending adrenaline surging through his body. Startled, he jumped out of bed before realising it was pitch black except for a dim light through the bottom of the doorway. He checked the time - 2:45AM.

Wearing only his boxers, Jason stepped onto the hallway. Sure enough, it was flooded with light from Kara's room. He moved towards it again, like a moth to a flame. Her door was ajar, and hoping on some level that she'd still be awake, that he'd have to turn back, he pushed it open.

Kara was lying across the middle of the bed, her feet hanging over the edge, the red dress pulled up to her waist. On the floor, the source of the noise that had woken Jason up: a magic wand vibrator, lying where Kara had dropped it.

He stood over her and admired the neat strip of hair directing his eyes down to her open legs, to her pussy - the skin flushed red and her clit slightly swollen. Jason felt the blood moving through his own body and his boxers tightening, the sight of Kara's prone body too much for him to take.

Jason was at the edge of the bed now, between Kara's splayed legs. He stroked her gently; she was so wet his fingers slid over her skin. Her eyes were closed, her chest rising and lowering softly with her breathing. Jason tugged the waistband of his boxers and felt himself spring free, swinging up and pressing into the soft skin of her thigh. He leaned forward and used his hand to guide his thick, hard head to Kara's pussy. He stroked her with it, smoothly gliding up and down over her wetness.

Jason looked up at Kara's sleeping face. Was that a smile he could see forming? Pushing just a little harder, he felt her open to him and let his tip slide inside her. He had never moved as slowly as he did now, easing his cock into her oh so gradually. She was wet but so tight, her pussy closing around him as her entered her.

He began to fuck her - slow and shallow at first, only letting himself halfway in before pulling back. As the sensation of her pussy overwhelmed him, Jason pushed harder and felt Kara's body giving way until his skin slapped against hers. As he thrust his full length into her, Kara's breaths became shallow until once again she was panting. Her eyes were still closed, her body compliant. But her mouth was open now, quiet moans escaping from her throat.

Jason stopped mid-thrust, only the very tip of his cock engulfed by Kara's hot, wet embrace. He wanted so badly to cum inside her but knew he couldn't. He looked up at her face - at her open lips and closed eyes. Could he..?

Kara wrapped her legs around him and pulled him back into her. He fell forward and almost lost his balance as her grip forced him deep inside her, steadying himself with his hands as he put his knees on the edge of the bed. He pulled himself up, pushing Kara's body back with the force of his hips. Her moans became louder and sharper with each thrust, her eyes still closed as her hand moved to her clit. Jason felt her fingertips on his shaft as she stroked herself in time with him. He was so close to the edge.

Suddenly, Kara's whole body spasmed. She inhaled sharply and Jason felt her pelvic muscles pulsating, squeezing his cock and releasing it as her legs fell back to the bed.

As her grip loosened, Jason pulled himself out of her completely. Without thinking, he crawled over her until his legs were either side of her, pinning her arms to her sides as he kneeled over her head. Kara was gasping for air, recovering from the orgasm still shivering through her body. He pushed the tip of his cock to her open mouth.

Kara's eyes snapped open in time to see Jason's thick, swollen head pointing straight at her. She felt him against her lips before she had time to react, instinctively wrapping them over her teeth and closing her mouth around him. She recognised her own taste, briefly, as his shaft throbbed against her grip.

She looked up at Jason. Their eyes met just as she felt him pulsate a second time and she held his gaze as his cum flooded her mouth. Kara opened her throat and swallowed but Jason kept twitching; her eyes widened with shock as he coated her tongue a second time. She gagged, and cum trickled out of her the corners of her lips, glazing her skin.

Kara opened her mouth around him, gasping for breath, and Jason pulled away. A thick string of cum stretched from the end of his cock to Kara's bottom lip, like a sticky tightope. He shook himself and it came free, swinging onto her chin.

Kara spoke first. e

"Did you... did we..."

Jason volunteered only facts.

"We did."

"But I was unconscious." No judgement. Just a question.

"For some of it maybe? But you were...enthusiastic."

She sighed.

"You should probably know I'm a somnophiliac."

Jason nodded, pretending he understood.

"I'm into getting fucked in my sleep. But it's sort of... unpredictable."

Jason sighed. "So I'm not in trouble?"

Kara sat up and wiped Jason's cum from her face.

"Let's just get this out of the way - that was hot but generally I'd prefer not to wake up to a mouthful."

Jason blushed. "Sorry, I just didn't know where-"

She whispered. "Inside. Always inside."

Jason looked shocked.

"Waking up alone and realising I've been fucked and filled..." Kara shivered. "It's the best. Now if you'll excuse me," she stood up, and looked in the mirror. "I need a shower."