by Lexi Archer
“Hold that mood!” I said to Brandi.
I hopped off of the bed and ran to the door. I paused at a giggle from Brandi and realized I was completely naked. So I ran back over to the bed, yanked on my boxers, and then I was running for the bathroom.
6: Desperation
I almost threw the door open but thought better of it. The last thing I wanted was for my new roommate to think I was some crazy who’d bust the door down. I was desperate, but I didn’t want to break the sacred roommate trust this early.
So I forced myself to knock on the door. I was going crazy and I must’ve looked just a little crazy even if I wasn’t busting opened the door. I tried to hide my hard on, but it was going to be impossible with the way I looked right now.
It occurred to me that whether or not I busted down the door I was going to look crazy. Oh well. This was an emergency if there’d ever been one!
I was about to knock again when it opened and Anthony peered out with a hopeful look on his face. That hopeful look immediately turned quizzical when he realized I was standing at the door. I was a little confused for a moment. Was he expecting somebody else? And then I realized that maybe he was expecting someone else, and that sent a jolt of forbidden pleasure running straight to my cock. Who had he been expecting to knock on the bathroom door? Because there was only one other person in the house right now.
“What’s up?”
“Do you have any condoms man?”
“Condoms?”
“Yeah, latex things you wrap your cock in when you’re about to have sex?”
“I know what you’re talking about. I’m just surprised you don’t have any!”
“It’s a long story,” I said. “Do you have any?”
He smiled and shook his head sadly. “I have them.”
I felt a brief ray of hope shining through the clouds despite him shaking his head like that.
“But they’re all magnums.”
I stopped short of looking down to see if he was bragging or if he was being serious. If he caught me looking at his cock after he just admitted to using magnum condoms then there’d be no doubt in his mind that I was crazy.
“Seriously?”
He shrugged. “Sorry man. Wish I could help you out.”
My shoulders slumped. I was going to have to try and make a run down to a pharmacy. They were the only places open this time of night unless I went across town to the 24-hour Walmart. Either way, by the time I got over there and got back the evening would be sunk. Brandi would be well and truly out of the mood.
“Hold on!” Anthony said.
I looked up, hope on my face once more. “What?”
Anthony disappeared for a moment and when he returned he was wrapped in a white towel. His body was still dripping, but whatever. He moved down to his room and started digging into his backpack.
“Let’s hope,” he said.
“I’m hoping,” I said.
I was holding my breath as he dug through his backpack and then finally he came out with something in a small plastic wrapper. It was bright pink, and it looked like it even had some sort of design that would show up under a black light, but as far as I was concerned it was the most wonderful thing in the world. He was holding something more precious than the most pure gold itself. He handed it up to me with a grin and I took it from his hand reverently.
“You have no idea how much this means to me,” I said.
“Don’t mention it,” he said. “I stuffed some in my backpack when people from the health center were handing them out at a crosswalk. I didn’t realize until I got home that they were too small, and I never bothered to throw them away.”
I looked at the condom. At the expiration date. It was still good. We were good to go! I did a little happy dance in the middle of my roommate’s room and then realized what I was doing and stopped, a blush rising to my face. Anthony was grinning up at me.
“Man, sometime you’re going to have to explain to me what’s going on here,” he said.
“I promise I will, but no time right now,” I said.
I dashed out of his room and saw Brandi peering around the corner. My eyes went wide as I realized she was peering out of my room completely naked and one of her tits was out there for all the world to see. I looked over my shoulder and Anthony was coming out of his room. Brandi moved further behind the door, but he was already looking towards her. Did he see her? Had he gotten a glimpse of one of her tits? The thought excited me as much as it perplexed me.
When I turned back I realized he wasn’t the only one who was getting an eyeful. She was staring down the hallway wide-eyed, but something told me she wasn’t staring at me. No, she was staring beyond me at my roommate. There was absolutely no doubt in my mind that she was looking at Anthony and she was liking what she was seeing.
Whatever. If seeing him after his workout was enough to get her worked up to the point that she was ready to do it then I was all for her getting another look at him coming out of the shower. Not too much, mind you. I still wanted to be the one having the fun with her.
And yet it was amazing how rather than feeling jealous I was just more turned on watching that brief interplay between them, wondering how much of my gorgeous fiancée he’d gotten a look at.
Then I was pushing Brandi into my room and closing the door behind me.
It was time.
7: A Little Premarital Sin
“Do you have a condom?” Brandi asked as soon as I was through the door.
In answer I held up the condom wrapper and Brandi started giggling. I looked at it and realized just how ridiculous the thing looked. When Anthony was fishing it out of his backpack I’d been more concerned with its existence and less concerned with what the condom would look like as long as he had one. Only now that I got a good look at it the thing did look a little ridiculous. It seemed kind of silly for something to use my first time with Brandi, but any port in a storm.
“That hot pink is going to look amazing on your cock,” she said.
My cock twitched at that. A condom on my cock was just a step away from my condom wrapped cock being buried inside her. It was only a step away from me blowing my load inside her.
It was happening. It was actually happening, and I could scarcely believe it. I advanced on her, wanting to do this before the mood was shattered.
“It was a bit of doing getting a condom,” I said.
“Oh?”
“Yeah, all he had were magnums,” I said.
A look of extremely interested disinterest crossed Brandi’s face. “Really? He needs magnums?”
I shrugged. “I guess.”
“Interesting,” she said.
“Thinking about another man’s cock are you?”
Brandi leaned down and wrapped her hand around my cock which was still in my boxers, only she made short work of that yanking them down. She moved down onto her knees in front of me and she looked so amazing. She leaned forward and kissed the tip of my cock, looking up at me as she did so and then she pulled away.
“You know you’re the only one for me,” she said.
“I know baby,” I said.
Only I found myself wishing that maybe I wasn’t the only one for her. I found myself thinking about my fiancée’s, my future wife’s, petite fingers pulling a magnum condom out of its foil wrapper. Putting it on the head of his cock and rolling down it just before he climbed on top of her…
No, I was going to concentrate on my fiancée right now. I was going to concentrate on the moment, on what we were about to do. I was so fucking excited. I pulled her back up and then we moved over to the bed and I moved on top of her.
I quickly ripped the condom out, put it on, thankfully I’d practiced this back in the days before I found out I probably wasn’t going to have a chance to use these things until I wore a wedding ring. If I stayed with Brandi that is.
In a flash the condom was down on my cock and then I rolled on top of my fiancée. I looked down at her, down
at her gorgeous body, as once again I pressed the head of my cock, now safely encased in the condom wrapper to prevent any unwanted pregnancies, against her pussy lips.
No words passed between us. Just that unspoken question. Just a quick raised eyebrow and then a nod from her. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I felt my cockhead sinking inside her. As I felt that delicious warmth wrapping around me, feeling almost the same as it did when it was wrapping around my fingers and yet not at all the same.
I groaned as I finally felt my cock moving into her delicious treasure. As I finally felt the warmth, that slick wetness, surrounding my cock instead of my finger. I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe I was actually pressing my cock up inside my fiancée.
Of course I had a sneaking suspicion that part of the reason why she’d finally gotten so turned on that she was over the edge, that she was losing control and had to have me, was because of my roommate. And yet in the moment, feeling the incredible tightness that was her pussy for the first time, I didn’t care.
No, scratch that, I did care. Only not for the reasons you might think. I cared very much because as I was sinking my cock inside my girl for the first time I was thinking about another man sinking his cock inside her. Getting to feel the pleasures of her body. Getting to experience her.
It was my first time fucking her and already I was thinking about what it would be like to have another man sinking his cock in her! And that image made me feel lightheaded. It made me feel hot. It had me more turned on than I’d been in forever.
I bottomed out and felt the incredible new sensation of my cock against her pussy. I was buried in her to the hilt. I shook myself out of the fantasy and looked down at my fiancée. Now wasn’t the time for ridiculous fantasies that were never going to happen. No, now was the time to be here in the moment with my fiancée. To be with her completely as she took me and I took her for the first time. As she let a man inside her for the first time.
I looked down at her. She looked so beautiful. I moved my eyes down her body, down to that spot where we were coming together. Where my cock was completely lodged inside her.
Then I moved back up to lock eyes with her. “Are you okay?”
“Fuck yes,” she hissed. “It’s kind of uncomfortable, but just do it. Fuck me!”
I pulled out slowly and I buried myself inside her. I wanted to be gentle. I wanted to make her first time memorable. Hell, I wanted to make my first time with her memorable.
The last thing I wanted was to be overeager. I didn’t want to go so quickly that I blew my load early. I definitely didn’t want to risk hurting her. That was the last thing in the world I’d ever want to do to Brandi.
Only to my surprise she reached up and grabbed my hair. Locked eyes with me again.
“I didn’t say make love to me,” she said. “I said fuck me! I need this!”
Well then. Who was I to argue with a request like that? And so I started picking up the pace. The springs on my cheap mattress squeaked underneath us and I had no doubt Anthony could hear what was going on. It sounded like he’d finished with his interrupted shower and the walls here were paper thin. Brandi started gasping and then bit her lip. She glanced over to the wall that faced the bathroom and then back to me, a blush rising to her face. I wondered if she was blushing because she was thinking of fucking Anthony, or if she was just blushing because she didn’t want to make too much noise?
I decided to take a risk. A small risk, but a risk nonetheless. I leaned down so that my mouth was right next to her ear as I continued pounding in and out of her. God how amazing a pussy felt compared to my hand. Compared to her hand. Even compared to her mouth!
I hesitated for a moment. I started to feel like I was on the verge of passing out. I was so terrified of articulating these strange new feelings, even if it was just a bank shot that wasn’t admitting to everything. But I had to do it. Had to say it.
“I bet he’d love to hear you scream,” I said.
I pulled back and looked down at her, wondered how she’d react. She stared up at me with wide-eyed astonishment for a moment, but then as I continued pounding her, as lust took over, that wide-eyed astonishment turned into a grin. Then her face screwed up in the most delicious expression of pleasure I’d ever seen and she started gasping every time I bottomed out inside her.
Those gasps grew louder with every thrust until she was throwing her head back, arching her tits up to brush against my chest every time I bottomed out inside her, and she was screaming and moaning. She was writhing underneath me.
I couldn’t believe this creature was my fiancée. Usually she was so prim and proper. Usually she was so reticent when it came to anything to do with sex, and yet here she was underneath me screaming my name with my roommate on the other side of the wall no doubt listening in. She was moaning and gasping and it was too much for me.
I felt her pussy grasping at my cock. I felt her body starting to shake underneath me. She closed her eyes and she was gasping for breath. She was gasping and letting out moans that were different from what she’d just been doing. Moans that made me think she’d been playing it up just a little bit, only that playing it up had apparently pushed her over the edge until she was in the middle of the real thing. Until she was throwing her head back and experiencing one hell of an orgasm. I’d seen her I’d seen her have an orgasm when I was going down on her, when I was fingering her, but it was nothing compared to how she was acting now.
And watching Brandi in the throes of passion like that was more than I could take. So I pressed myself inside her one last time and I was emptying myself in her pussy. Into a condom that was in her pussy, to be more accurate, but it’s not like I was splitting those particular hairs at the moment. The point was I was blowing my load inside my fiancée for the first time. Inside the woman I was madly in love with.
No, all I cared about was the feeling of my cock twitching inside her. The incredible orgasm that was washing over me, that was crashing over my entire body and threatening to overwhelm me.
Stars danced in front of my vision and I felt like I was in very real danger of blacking out. An impossible heat was filling my body. Hotter than the most intense fever I’d ever felt. And through it all there was my even hotter fiancée underneath me crying out my name.
Even as I was coming down from that incredible high it still felt more intense than any orgasm I’d ever felt before in my life. Even on the down slope I still felt lightheaded, still felt like I’d just spent an hour working out at the gym.
Finally I finished pumping my seed inside my fiancée and I looked down at her with disbelief written plainly on my face. I couldn’t believe we’d finally done it. We’d been together for two years. Two years of frustration and no sex, and it finally happened. She was finally mine truly and completely.
“Damn baby,” I said.
I watched for any sign of regret. Any sign that she might be on the verge of freaking out because she’d gone all the way without actually having a wedding ring on her finger like she’d always said.
She bit her lip as she looked up at me and then held up her ring finger that had her engagement ring glittering on it. Finally she shrugged and smiled.
“What the hell. Close enough,” she said. “I can’t believe we waited that long!”
I flopped down beside her, the springs creaking underneath me as I did so, and I couldn’t help but laugh as I reached out and started tracing lines idly around her breasts.
“What have I been telling you for the last two years?”
Clattering from the other side of the wall, from the bathroom, pulled my attention away from Brandi for a moment. I thought back to the conversation we’d had earlier in the week about how we needed to try and keep things down if we had company over. Only I had a feeling from the way he’d been looking Brandi up and down that he wasn’t going to mind that little auditory show we’d just put on.
For her part Brandi went wide-eyed as she realized he was still in there
. “Do you think he was listening the entire time?”
I smiled and leaned in to kiss her. “You’re saying you didn’t enjoy that little naughty show you were putting on?”
“What’s wrong with me? I was just acting like a total slut!”
“It’s not slutty if it’s with your future husband baby,” I said.
Brandi grinned. “Then come here. It’s time for me to have some more fun with my future husband.”
I wasn’t going to argue with that.
8: Little Temptations
It’s amazing how different you feel the morning after getting laid. I’d only had this feeling once before in my life, back in the summer before college when I ended up getting a little hot and heavy with a girl that had been crushing on me hard for four years of high school and then we finally consummated that crush before going off to schools on opposite sides of the country.
I’d been in something of a dry spell since then because I met Brandi almost immediately after getting to school and you all know how that went. This morning I woke up feeling satisfied though. And I woke up with my cock feeling slightly off. As though it had been squeezed and slightly bruised, which was probably thanks to how incredibly tight my fiancée was.
I smiled. My fiancée. My gorgeous beautiful fiancée. I rolled over intending to give her a good morning kiss, maybe go out and get her breakfast.
I blinked.
Brandi wasn’t there. I reached out and felt along her side of the bed just to make sure I wasn’t seeing things, but no. She definitely wasn’t there. What the heck was going on?
Immediately I thought back to the previous night. I thought about the way Anthony had been looking at her. I thought about how she’d been looking at Anthony. In particular I thought about how she’d finally gotten so worked up that she was tempted into going all the way. She was tempted into throwing away all of her rules, and that made me wonder if there were other rules she’d decided to do away with as well.
