But that was before I met Penny.
I remember the first time I laid my eyes on her, about a year after my engagement ended. I was at a bar in the Gaslamp Quarter in downtown San Diego with some friends when she showed up as part of another group we were meeting up with.
She caught my eye immediately, mostly because she was my physical opposite. Her hair was long and blonde hair while mine was short and brown. She had huge, natural, low-hanging breasts and I had small, perky, high ones. Her soft, slightly pudgy, face was completely different than my sharply lined features. She was short and stacked, with an amazingly curvy natural figure while I was tall and lanky with a body toned daily in the gym.
And the differences didn’t stop there. Pretty much everything about us was different.
Her pale skin to my dark tan. Her blue eyes to my brown. Her round, fleshy ass to my narrow, firm one. And it wasn’t only our looks that were in contrast.
Penny was cute and bubbly while I was hard-edged and intense. She was talky while I was reserved. She was nice and I was mean. She was everybody’s best friend while I scared everyone away.
I figured we would butt heads like a couple of divas, but as it turned out, we got along incredibly well. People always say opposites attract but I never bought into it.
Until I met Penny.
At some point during that first night we ended up at the same table, both of us drunk off our asses and talking at length about our personal lives. I don’t remember many specifics of the conversation but I do remember that it was mostly about men, how pathetic and sad they were, how they didn’t know what they were doing in bed, how the only thing they cared about was pleasing themselves, that kind of stuff.
Nothing happened that night but the foundation had been laid. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I knew right then that Penny and I were going to end up fucking on a regular basis, in fact, it was the furthest thing from my mind. I’d never been with another woman at that point, and I never really expected to. And Penny felt the same way.
Hell, we didn’t even know if we’d ever see each other again after that night.
But, as circumstances would have it, we did see each other again, the next weekend in fact, out at a different bar but with the same group of friends. And the weekend after that. And the one after that.
Eventually we ended up talking more regularly, hanging out occasionally, doing things together. Until one day we realized we were best friends.
Shortly after that, it just so happened that we were both looking for a place to live and it was natural that we ended up living together. We were like peas in a pod, twins separated at birth, she was the yin to my yang. Despite our outward differences inwardly we were almost the same person; neither of us cared about stupid, petty shit. And we both liked men.
Even the first time we hooked up it was nothing planned. We were both having men problems at the same time so we decided to have a girls-night out, just the two of us. We ordered gourmet pizza, bought three bottles of expensive wine, rented a few chick flicks and locked ourselves in our apartment.
We were drunk as skunks and had just finished the second movie when the fun started.
We’d been ripping on men the whole night, each telling stories about how small this guy’s dick was, or this guy couldn’t get it up, or how this guy was a three-pump chump when Penny casually said, “Why do we need men anyways?”
“That’s a damn good question,” I replied. “It’s not like they’re good for anything. Except for their cocks of course.”
“Ain’t that the truth,” Penny said with the exaggerated inflection of someone who is well and truly toasted. “If they didn’t have those they’d be totally and utterly worthless.”
“Hell, even cocks can’t save most of them,” I said.
“You can say that again sister,” Penny said.
So I did. We both laughed.
“But seriously,” Penny said as the laughter died down. “Just imagine if women had cocks. Then we wouldn’t need men at all. We could replace them completely.”
“Who says we can’t anyway?” I replied, only half-joking. I’m not going to lie, at this point I was so drunk and so horny that I starting to get on board with this whole idea of leaving men out of the loop. And with such a pretty little thing sitting on the couch next to me, how could you blame me?
“What a minute, what are you saying?” Penny asked. She was trying to sound all innocent but I knew her too well to believe that schtick. She knew exactly what I was talking about.
“Cocks are the easiest thing in the world to replace,” I said. “I’ve got three of them in my room right now, all different sizes. And don’t tell me you don’t have at least a couple yourself. I’ve heard you making noises in your room when I know you’re alone.”
“What kind of noises are you talking about?” Penny said, pretending to be offended.
“Don’t give me that shit,” I said. “You know what I’m talking about.”
“Are you saying that you listen to me when I’m playing with myself?”
“Not listening, per se, but I can’t help but hear you. Not with all that moaning and groaning you do when you’re in there alone.”
“Does all that moaning and groaning turn you on?” Penny said. She was still smiling but her tone a bit more serious now.
“Of course it does,” I replied. “How could it not?”
She looked at me. I looked at her. And just like that, it happened. We both leaned forward at the same time and kissed.
Penny took the lead, hopping up on top of me and straddling me while we made out.
It was amazing, kissing another girl, not only because it was taboo but because she was a great kisser, much better than any guy I’d ever been with. Her lips were soft and supple, her tongue active but not crazy. She knew just how much pressure to use, not too much but not too little. I could only imagine how good she’d be with her tongue in other areas. Hopefully I’d find out pretty soon. But first there was some other business to take care of.
I put my hands on her stomach and moved them up under her shirt and grabbed her breasts.
She leaned back and slipped off her shirt, revealing her boobs in all their glory. Fat and juicy and hanging low with huge aureoles. They were amazing.
“You like my tits?” she said, bouncing up and down slightly, making them jiggle and shake.
“I fucking love them,” I said.
Penny smiled and pressed them together with her arms. “Yeah, they are pretty nice, aren’t they?”
“They’re more than nice,” I said. “They’re beautiful. Just like you.”
“Ahh, aren’t you sweet,” she said. “Deep down, despite your hard exterior, you’re just a little softy, aren’t you?”
“Sshhh,” I said, bringing my finger to my mouth in the universal sign for silence. “Don’t tell anyone. I have a reputation to uphold.”
“Don’t worry Kendra,” Penny said. “Your secret is safe with me. I won’t tell a soul.” Her voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper. “Provided you do something for me, of course.”
“Anything you want,” I said.
“I was hoping you’d say that,” Penny said. Then she leaned forward and thrust her tits into my face. “Well,” she said. “What are you waiting for?”
So I started to play with one of them, fondling and licking it, slowly moving my tongue over her nipple a few times before clamping on it and sucking it until it got hard.
I glanced up to see Penny’s head thrown back, her face towards the ceiling and her eyes closed. Soft sounds of pleasure escaped from her throat.
I figured I was doing something right so I switched over the her other nipple and gave it the same treatment.
While I worked on her other breast Penny ran her hand down my stomach and slipped her hand under my pajama bottoms and started rubbing her fingers over my panties. I was already turned on but this took things to another level.
I started working her nippl
e more aggressively in response to my growing excitement and she replied by rubbing my pussy with more intensity. We continued like this for a little while, each one upping the ante and the other responding, until we’d both taken things pretty much as far as they could go.
My panties were completely soaked through by now, making it feel like her fingers were rubbing my pussy directly, but I needed something more. I couldn’t take the teasing anymore. I needed something inside me. So I climbed out from under Penny and quickly slipped out of my pajamas and panties. Falling back onto the couch I spread my legs and started playing with myself, my eyes locked directly on hers as my fingers slipped in and out of my pussy.
Penny slipped out of her bottoms shortly after I did, watching me the entire time.
I was expecting her to start playing with herself too but what I got was even better. She dropped down to the floor, crawled over until she was between my legs, and started licking my pussy.
I let out a low moan of pleasure and shifted my fingers so they were rubbing my clit while Penny ate me out, her tongue working expertly in and around my pussy, hitting all the right notes as only someone with a pussy of their own can.
And then I let out an even louder moan as she got her fingers involved, touching and rubbing and sliding in and out of my pussy while she continued working it with her tongue.
I’m not sure how long we went at it like that but soon enough I was cumming like I’d never cum before, my body shaking and shimmying as a scream escaped my throat as the orgasm wracked my body.
“Holy fuck,” I said once I’d recovered.
“A good one, huh?” Penny said, smiling, my juices covering her face, making it gleam under the light.
“Only the best one ever,” I said.
“No lie?”
“I swear.”
Penny put on her pouty face. “I want a turn.”
“Be my guest,” I said, relinquishing my spot on the couch.
Clapping her hands, she bounced up onto the couch, spread her legs wide and beckoned me over. Smiling, I obliged, dropping my face onto her pussy and going to town while she played with her clit.
A short time later I brought her to orgasm, her legs clamping down on my head while her body spasmed, her juices squirting out of her pussy and drenching my smiling face.
“Holy shit you were right,” she said, panting to catch her breath. “I can’t remember ever cumming so hard.”
“I told you,” I said.
“And to think, all these years we’ve been screwing around with boys . . .”
“Yeah, what a shame, huh?”
“Indeed,” she replied.
I stood up and fell onto the couch next to her. I dropped my head onto her shoulder then turned my face up towards hers.
“It’s pretty sad to think about all the time we wasted on those boys,” I said.
“Ain’t that the truth,” Penny replied. “Who knew that we didn’t actually need them at all?”
“Maybe those that did know kept it to themselves,” I said. “They didn’t want the secret getting out.”
“Yeah,” Penny said. “They didn’t want any competition.”
“That’s what I’m thinking.”
We fell silent for a moment. Then Penny starting laughing under her breath.
“What’s so funny?”
“I just think it’s hilarious,” she said.
“What is?”
“The fact that we really don’t need them at all,” Penny said. “They really are only good for their cocks, and like you pointed out earlier, those are easily replaceable.”
“They certainly are,” I said.
But Penny wasn’t done. “I mean, think about it: They don’t know how to kiss. They don’t know where to touch you. And they sure as hell don’t know how to eat pussy. They simply don’t know how to please a woman.”
“Where women, on the other hand, know exactly how and where to touch each other, because we touch ourselves all the time,” I said, picking up where she’d left off.
“Exactly!”
“Plus they only think about themselves,” I added. “As far as they’re concerned, once they’ve cum that’s it. They’re done. It doesn’t make any difference if you’ve gotten off or not.”
“Which brings us to perhaps the best thing about being with another woman,” Penny said, looking at me intently.
I knew exactly where she was going. I was thinking the same thing myself. It was something that came up every time we talked about boys.
“Women don’t have to stop after one orgasm!” we said at exactly the same time.
“We can go all night long without a break,” I added.
“We can indeed.”
I stood up and held out my hand. “Shall we continue, my dear?” I said in a faux-elegant voice.
“We shall,” Penny replied in kind as she took my hand.
I helped her up. “Your room or mine?” I said, leading her towards the hallway.
“Does it matter?” she replied.
“Not at all,” I said, turning towards her. I pulled her close and started kissing her right there in the middle of the living room. “It doesn’t matter in the least.”
And it didn’t. By the end of the night we’d done it in both our rooms. And by the time the weekend was up, the whole house had been desecrated. And we were just getting started.
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My Roommate’s Boyfriend
Naughty Roomates: Volume Two
I was sitting on the couch, drinking a glass of wine and playing with myself when the doorbell rang. I pulled my fingers of out my pussy, finished off my glass of wine and went over to answer the door. Looking in the peephole I saw that it was Karl, Penny’s boyfriend. Right on time.
Penny and Karl had been dating for almost a month now but this was the first time he’d been over to our place. She’d been trying him out, giving him a test run, to see what kind of a man he was.
Now that she felt comfortable with him, she’d decided that it was time for us to meet. Which was fine by me. If what she’d said about Karl was true, I was looking forward to being alone with him.
I opened the door. Karl looked surprised to see me. Or maybe he was just shocked at what I was wearing. It wasn’t much; a white t-shirt with no bra that showed off my firm, perky tits along with white panties and nothing else. My dark brown hair was done up in a ponytail and I wasn’t wearing anything on my feet. My nipples were hard and threatening to poke holes in my shirt from my solo activity before he’d shown up.
“Is Penny here?” Karl asked.
“She had to run out for a minute,” I replied. “Come on in and make yourself comfortable. She’ll be back in a little while.”
“Maybe I should come back when she’s here,” he said, his eyes checking me out from head to toe.
“Don’t be silly,” I said, holding the door open further. My arm was up high on the door, lifting my shirt up, showing off my flat, tan stomach and the bottom of my breast. “Grab a seat on the couch. I’ll get you a glass of wine.”
He deliberated for a moment then took a deep breath and walked through the door.
I went to the kitchen and refilled my glass and got him one.
When I came back he was on the couch, his legs slightly spread and his hands folded neatly on his lap. He was trying to hide the bulge in his pants but wasn’t having any success. I could see it from here. I smiled and handed him his glass.
“Thanks,” he said. “You’re her roommate, right?”
I nodded. “I’m Kendra. You’re Karl, I assume?”
“Yeah,” he said.
“Pleased to meet you, Karl,” I said, holding out my hand.
“Likewise,” he said, shaking it.
“I’ve heard a lot about you,” I said.
“I’ve heard a lot about you too,” he said. But it was a lie. I knew for a fact that Penny had hardly mentioned me to him.
I held out my glass towards him. “A toast,” I said.
“To Penny’s luck at finding such a wonderful guy.”
He gave me a curious look but clinked glasses and took a sip of his wine.
I downed my glass in one gulp and set it on the table. Then I dropped down to my knees and crawled towards him. I spread his legs with my hands and moved in closer to him until my head was hovering right above his groin.
“What are you doing?” he said, laughing nervously under his breath and shifting his body.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” I replied, running my fingers up his leg. I rubbed my hand along the ever-growing bulge in his pants. Penny was right, his dick was huge. “I’m going to suck your cock.”
He wiggled back as much as he could but didn’t make any other effort to get away. “I don’t know . . .”
“What’s wrong?” I said, acting all innocent. “You don’t like having your cock sucked?”
“No, it’s not that,” he said. “It’s just . . .”
“Just what?” I asked while I undid his zipper.
“What if Penny comes back,” he said but his tone was unconvincing. He wanted this, it was obvious.
“She won’t,” I said as I unfurled his monster cock from his pants. It was more than 7 inches long and was as thick as a police flashlight. Incredible.
He started to weakly protest again but shut up immediately as I took his cock in my mouth.
“Holy shit,” he said under his breath as I began to blow him, my lips moving up and down on his cock while my hand worked his shaft. He threw his head back and looked up at the ceiling.
I pulled his cock from my mouth and dropped my head down a little bit and licked his shaft, from bottom to top, my tongue moving slowly while my other hand played with his balls. Then I took his cock in my mouth again and started going after it more aggressively.
He had a sudden bout of regret and tried to slide over to the side of the couch. “I can’t do this,” he said under his breath.
But I was having none of it. I maintained a tight grip on his cock and moved with him, laughing softly at his feeble attempts to get away. “It’s fine,” I said. “Really. You don’t have to pretend like you don’t want it. Penny won’t know.”
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