Roommates Part 4:Missy’s Magic Wand

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It came as a big surprise the following Friday when my girlfriend Jane and I came in late and heard some moaning from both Missy and her date when we came home the following Friday night. Missy was our roommate. She was a petite little redhead, with a cute round face, small, lovely breasts and a bottom which set a standard for female backsides everywhere. Cute as button, and hot as a firecracker Missy had a date anytime she wanted. But for all her dating she hadn’t ever brought a guy home before, at least not into her bedroom. In fact, we thought her a virgin. From the squeaking and rattling sounds, not to mention the moans, she was taking another step forward in her sexual initiation. Jane and I exchanged a long look and decided to head back over to the Gas House to watch some movies and give Missy some privacy. Everybody deserves special privacy now and then. Especially their first time. Turned out we were right to go. When we got in about two A.M. Missy’s date was left by then and we found her was wrapped in a bathrobe and rummaging through the bathroom looking for Tylenol. Her auburn locks looked kind of ratty and out of control and her makeup was gone, two rather unusual circumstances for our lovely roommate. “Hi Missy,” I ventured, noticing that she didn’t look totally happy. In fact she looked rather unhappy. Which is not what I expected. “Hey Troy,” she said, looking distracted. “Jane, do you know where we put that bottle of Tylenol.” “Finished it Saturday morning,” my sweetie said, rummaging around her purse. “I’ve got some aspirin though.” Missy stuck her palm out. “Gimme four.” Jane finally fished out her bottle and doled out the drugs. I found myself wavering between my curiosity and a desire let Missy say something when she wanted to. She was clearly unhappy, which seemed quite at odds with what we observed earlier. Most people are darned happy after making the sign of the beast with two backs. But not Missy, which made me plenty curious. Discretion won out so I didn’t say a thing as Missy popped four aspirin with a big slug of water then headed for her room. Right as she was about disappear behind the curtain which divided her ‘room’ from the rest of the apartment, she stopped and turned to us and said “Why must it be so hard?” And then she disappeared inside. Jane and I exchanged another long look and decided we should talk about this later. With our apartment’s cobbled-together layout, privacy wasn’t something anyone really enjoyed. Instead we both undressed for bed. Naturally I ogled. My sweetie was extremely curvy with curly brown hair and big full breasts that even a loose nightshirt can’t conceal. She liked me looking, but somehow we both understood this was not the right moment for she and I to get all warm bursa escort and runny. We could make love later when we had some privacy. Maybe after Missy told us what really happened. If she told us. Missy woke us up at six, begging for a few more aspirin. I rolled over and looked at her, while Jane just handed her the bottle. “You okay?” I asked, figuring that a simple expression of concern couldn’t get me in too much trouble. She sighed and leaned against the door which divided our room (and the only route to the bathroom) off from the rest of our apartment. “I’m alright,” she said and grimmaced slightly. “But it really fucking hurts!” “What hurts?” I asked before thinking, something that always gets me in trouble, but in part because Missy was not the kind of girl who routinely dropped f-bombs Missy glared at me and if looks could kill I’d have been toast. “The first time hurts for girls.” “Oh.” Boy did I feel like an idiot. And apologized immediately. Jane bolted out of bed and went to hug our roommate. And they sort of folded together right there in our doorway, with Missy laying her head on Jane’s shoulder. They stayed like that for a good long time. Then finally Missy raised her head, and she was crying. “Sorry I snapped at you, Troy. It’s just so frustrating. It’s just that watching you two, what you have I’ve been a good girl for a long time. I guess I finally had enough and wanted to find out what you have is like. Well, I did, didn’t I?“ “It won’t hurt like that again,” Jane said. “Tomorrow you’ll probably feel fine, but I’d give it a week or two.” “I’ll give it a lot more time then that!” And her face turned into a frown like she might cry, and Missy sped out of our room. For the first time I think Jane and I felt a bit embarrassed. It never occurred to me it wouldn’t be good for her. Jane and I exchanged a long look hoping the other had any idea what to do. She shrugged, then crawled back in with me, but I could see she was worried. I felt my sweetie’s head on my shoulder, her breath in my ear and her big, soft breasts pressed against my chest. Her arm wrapped around me, and I wrapped my arm around her. I just held her for a while before whispering, “Does it really that bad for girls?” Jane sighed for a long moment. “Not for me. Definitely for others. Still, I think there’s something else going on.” “Girl talk time?” “Maybe.” Jane was thinking fast and parsing her words carefully. “Missy may not be in a mood to share. Even if she is, I may not be able to share.” I understood. Missy had gotten hurt somewhere inside, and well, roommates or not, I was still a guy. I just couldn’t understand how something I’d found so gread could ever taste bitter. Maybe that’s what happens when you go in expecting the crème brulet bursa escort bayan and end up with jello. My first time with Jane I’d had no expectations yet received everything. And more. I ended up with Jane. Plus I’m a guy. Sex just doesn’t ever “really fucking hurt” unless you’re into whips and chains. Which I’m not. Sex is good down to the last drop. For a little while we sorta went back to the way things were when I first moved in. Jane and I tried to keep our hands to ourselves except when Missy was out. It seemed more polite with her so upset. Unfortunately for us, Missy stopped going out for a while. The guy she’d given her self to kept calling but she’d either put him off or tell us to do it. She didn’t say yes to anyone else either, which was so different Jane and I got worried. She stayed home and studie. If she went out at all it was with her girlfriend Carla. But mostly she stayed home and studied. And we did too. Which frustrated me, as my lust for Jane knew no bounds, and well, I wasn’t getting any. Which taught me how little time it had taken for Jane to spoil me, which was a relief for everyone. She didn’t go out as often as the semester was winding down schoolwork was winding up, but the old smiling Missy was back. She made that clear the first time she pulled out her vibrator and gave herself a couple loud ones. Granted school was pressing down hard. We slept less. Still, with Missy smiling again and Jane groping me daily life was good. It’s amazing how much tension hot sex releases. One Thursday in April I came home from the library to get some dinner. I hadn’t seen Missy all day and figured she was out as the curtains were drawn to her ‘room’ and I heard nothing. Jane was having dinner with her faculty advisor. I turned on the stereo softly, and prepared dinner. I ate, cleaned up then settled down in our living room couch to finish the calculations on my lever design. I was halfway through my first set of calcs when Jane walked in. She’d dressed for this dinner. She’d gotten a perm recently so her dark hair hung over her shoulders in tight curls. She wore a pale green cotton top, just tight enough to remind everyone that Jane was totally stacked over a pleated khaki skirt. She came into the living room and sort of swirled her skirt at me with a wicked grin. I did a double take, not so much because Jane has nice legs, which she does but because I’d never seen her in a skirt. And I told her so. Jane smiled at me, and arched her back a bit, pushing out her breasts for me to ogle. “You’ve seen me in a skirt before. Last year before the Kappa formal.” That I had, and she has looked hot. But not for me. “I think it was more a little black dress then a skirt. Besides, you were going with Mike then. escort bursa Not me.” Jane sort of grinned at me again and danced around the room though I had no music on. “My mistake. Going with Mike that is.” “So how’d your meeting with Doctor Waldersohn go.” “Pretty well. He mapped out a good thesis plan, and suggested some grad schools.” I perked up. “He thinks you should go to grad school?” “He suggested I think about the PhD.” Jane danced around a bit more. “And he wants to fuck me.” I let my notebook drop at this. “He told you that?” Which pissed me off a bit even though I couldn’t blame him for wanting a piece of Jane. Jane sort of giggled. “No silly. He’s not stupid. But it was obvious. He tried not to but kept staring at my tits. Every time his eyes dropped he started mumbling. Then he’d stare at the ceiling out the window a bit before he drifted back to me.” Now I figured most of the male faculty might want to check Jane out. She might not be a tall, leggy candidate for homecoming queen, but Jane had curves to burn, so a thorough eye inspection was to be expected. Besides, she’d left a couple buttons undone on her top, and an open button offers intriguing possibilities when ogling a girl built like Jane. But to lose it like that? It wasn’t like Dr. Waldersohn didn’t have other hot girls in his classes. He was pretty young for a prof, maybe forty, and had this sensitive Swedish male thing going for him, a piece of info I’d picked up from Missy. Surely he’d seen boobs before. “Were you doing anything to encourage him,” I asked, eyeing her suspiciously. Jane giggled and bent over very low, giving me a good look down her shirt. “Not I thing. I am purely innocent.” Then she sat down on the chair opposite the couch and pulled her skirt up a bit. I got an eyeful of thigh. I could see she’d shaved her legs today and rubbed lotion into her legs. Her thighs seemed especially smooth and shapely, and seeing them jolted memories we’d made together. Memories of my lips on her thighs. Memories of her thighs wrapped around me while I fucked her. Naturally, Jane was horny. She wiggled and stretched right in front of me, careful to keep her legs just open enough to invite glances. Her dark eyes were narrowed and her full lips coated with pink lipstick. She arched her back, giving me a good look down her top. I admit I liked the way my lady love was teasing me with glimpses here and there. So my mind began formulating plans on the ideal way to get my sweetie bent over this couch. Jane settled it for me. She pulled up her skirt a little higher. It was then I realized she wasn’t wearing panties. Seeing her pink pussy lips exposed like that took my breath away, and disrupted my whole thought process. Jane knew it too, and grabbed her skirt and began to waive it like a can-can dancer, flashing me every now again with a quick glimpse of her bare sex. My eyes followed hypnotized by her moving thighs, her fingers and the occasional glimpse of pink lips framed by her dark brown pubic hair.

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