I lie in bed trying not to listen to the squeaking sounds coming from the other side of the thin wall. Despite the movie playing on TV, my ears seemed only to pick up on the rhythmic screeching of Kent’s bedsprings.

Kent was my roommate for a stint during college. We met as freshmen when he hit on me at a get-to-know-each-other sort of gathering. After explaining that I only dated women, the two of us became fast friends and decided to share an off-campus apartment.

The tempo of the squeaks increased as I pictured Kent’s girlfriend, Lara, bobbing up and down on him cowgirl-style. The two had been exclusive for the last four months and she was spending an increasing number of nights at our place.

I didn’t mind, since she was easy-going, and I enjoyed having another girl to talk with occasionally. It also didn’t hurt that I found Lara to be drop-dead gorgeous.

Her Indian-Greek heritage gifted her with glowing butterscotch skin and the most captivating raw amber eyes. Her black hair was streaked with shades of mahogany from hours spent outdoors. It cascaded over her shoulders in shiny waves, framing her face and drawing one’s gaze down to her round tits and slim waist.

Lara played golf for the university and must have been quite good as she had won an athletic scholarship and several merits. She used her skills and good looks to work part-time at a local Topgolf, where she’d met Kent.

The squeal of straining springs droned on. I knew how much Kent had to drink tonight and there was no way he was putting on much of a performance. But the blessings of youth meant he could still obtain a hard-on, even if he was barely conscious.

I muted the movie and listened to Lara’s soft grunts of exertion turn to subtle moans. I pictured her grinding her slick pussy against the base of Kent’s shaft, her dark hair spilling across bouncing tits.

Lucky fucker. He probably won’t even remember this tomorrow.

I wondered what her pubic hair looked like. Thick and dark, no doubt, but was it trimmed into a landing strip or shaved off completely? I doubted she went au natural, though you never know.

On the other side of the wall, the squeaking and moaning lost their cadence as Kent bellowed out a guttural groan, signaling an end to their lovemaking. I felt a pang of disappointment for Lara as I doubted she had achieved an orgasm from that quick romp. It did not sound like she had anyway.

A moment later Kent’s bedroom door creaked open, then closed with a soft thud. I listened as Lara tiptoed past my door and down the hall to the bathroom. Water began to flow, and I tried to turn my focus back to the movie.  

After a minute or so Lara exited the bath and padded softly past my room again. I waited for the sound of Kent’s bedroom door, but it did not manifest.

Where did she go? The kitchen?

Without knowing why, I pushed back the covers and pulled on some lounge shorts. Grabbing a dirty mug from my nightstand I opened my door and walked casually down the hall.

Lara had her back to me, reaching into the refrigerator. Her long hair was in a messy braid down her back and her shapely legs extended from beneath one of Kent’s flannel shirts.

Is she wearing any panties under that?

A warmth erupted across my abdomen. Lara always looked attractive to me, but in this state, she was especially alluring. She pulled a pitcher of water from the fridge and poured some into a glass on the counter.

“Trouble sleeping,” I announced myself softly so as not to startle her.

 She turned and gave me a drowsy smile. The flannel was unbuttoned down to her sternum, barely exposing the curves of her cleavage. I stepped next to her to put the used mug in the sink. Lara reached up and squeezed at the base of her neck and shoulder.

“I can’t get comfortable. My traps are really sore from practice.”  She sat down at our kitchen table and the flannel slid higher up her thighs.

“Ugh”, I groaned. “I hate when I’m tired but can’t get comfy enough to sleep.” I poured myself a glass of water and leaned against the counter, trying not to stare at her.

Lara dropped her chin to her chest for several seconds, then rolled her head around, letting it hang heavily against the chair back. I could see her pulse thrumming along the side of her throat and I had a vision of running my tongue from her ear lobe down to her clavicle.

“Want a massage?” I queried, trying not to seem overzealous.  “I’m no expert masseuse, but I’ve heard I have good technique.”

Truthfully, I’d been seeing a chiropractor/massage therapist for years due to my scoliosis, so I’d memorized her method and replicated it on others. Recipients of these reproduced rubdowns had readily praised my prowess.

Lara rolled her head the rest of the way around and flicked her eyes open. Framed by dark brows and naturally long lashes, they gleamed through the dim room, like glasses of whiskey backlit by sunshine. She had an almost predatory gaze as she considered my offer. After a moment she replied.

“Okay. Come show me your technique.”

Her voice had a taunting tone to it that made me want to prove myself. I spun around and turned on the hot water. I could feel her curious gaze upon me.

Smiling over my shoulder I said, “Just warming up my hands. I was holding that cold drink.”

“Good thinking,” she giggled.  I dried my hands on a dish towel and pressed them to the front of my thighs.

“Temperature check,” I grinned, eliciting another smile from Lara. I stood behind her chair and slid my hands into the shirt collar. Her skin was warm and soft beneath my fingers causing my pulse to quicken. I pressed gently into the slope of her neck noting the tension there.

“Wow, you are tight.”

“Uh-hmm,” she sighed. My thumbs eased up into her hairline, first massaging the base of her skull, then slowly working down the length of her neck. Lara relaxed under my touch and let out a soft moan.

“That feels good.” She tilted her head forward as I worked the knots where her neck met her shoulder. The scent of ylang-ylang wafted from her hair, filling my nostrils and sending a bolt of lust through me.

I was glad Lara could not see behind herself as I shuddered before regaining my composure. My hands lingered at the overlap of her neck and shoulder muscles, making small circles.

“Keep going.” Her breathy voice, a mix of drowsy and relaxed, brought back my focus.

“Well, the shirt collar’s sort of limiting my movements.”

Lara sat upright and with an almost imperceptible motion, she unbuttoned the flannel and let it slip from her shoulders revealing her toned, bare back. A moist heat flooded through my pelvis.

“Is that better?” 

I didn’t know her well enough to read her tone. Was this a flirtatious overture or simply a very direct response to my statement? Not wanting to let my own emotions lead me astray I continued in a platonic fashion.

“Yeah, that’s better. Do you want me to go across your shoulder blades now?” I peered down, letting my gaze travel over her collarbone and down the slope of her right breast.

“Yeah. Well, whatever your regular technique is,” she giggled. “My neck is definitely feeling less tight.”

“Good,” I smiled. I resumed massaging her shoulders, enjoying the feel of her flesh under my fingers.

I worked my way across her scapulae, then back toward her spine. When I found a knot, she would whimper softly, and I would be extra delicate in that spot. I loved watching her athletic body shift and flex under my touch.

The intimacy of the moment seemed heightened by the tranquility. The only sounds were the consistent hum of the refrigerator and our synchronous breathing. Lara's soft voice broke the serenity.

“Why don’t you have a girlfriend, Kasie?”

A sort of scoff-chuckle noise erupted from me at the unexpected question.

“Well, I haven’t put much effort into finding one to be honest.” I continued pressing my thumbs along her back.

“But you don’t seem like you’re into the whole ‘hook-up culture thing’. I mean, I haven’t seen many girls come in and out of here since I’ve been around.”

I laughed, causing her to chuckle too. I wondered how much of this was her paying attention to my love life versus her taking notes on which females came and went from her boyfriend’s place.  

“College is that time in our life where people are figuring out who they are and what they like. Lots of bi-curious girls, and guys, out there. Lots of out-at-school-but-not-at-home types out there too. It makes having a real relationship tricky, ya know. I don’t need all that drama.”

I stepped closer to the chair so I could reach farther down her back, working the lower trapezius.

“Well, yeah. I guess that makes sense.” She leaned forward, resting her cheek on the table. Now she could see me in her left peripheral vision. I tilted my head to the side to meet her gaze.

“You seem more relaxed now,” I smiled. My hands rested just above her waist.

“Mmhmm,” Lara nodded before taking a deep breath and letting out a contented sigh. The damp heat between my legs grew to a relentless pulse. “Thank you Kasie,” she purred, honey-colored eyes staring into mine.

“It was my pleasure,” I replied with a wink. Feeling bold I added, “Who wouldn’t want to put their hands all over you?” I trailed my fingers languidly up her back, dancing them off the edges of her clavicle. Lara blushed and shifted in the kitchen chair, stifling a giggle, but holding my gaze.

“Now, I’m going to bed before I get myself into trouble. Goodnight, Lara.” I stepped away from her, noting the hot slickness between my lips.

I went to the fridge to refill my glass with cold water. When I turned around Lara was watching me. She was still in the chair but had brought her left elbow up to the table and lazily rested her head in her palm.

The flannel shirt draped around her lap and hips concealed very little. Her perfectly round C cups were peaked with perfect, dark areolas, like Hershey’s kisses. I wanted to swirl my tongue around them and feel her melt in my mouth. Before I could react, Lara spoke.

“What kind of trouble?” Her eyes roamed over me lustfully causing the ache between my legs to become a lava flow. I was sure a wet spot was about to appear on my thin, cotton shorts.

My eyes narrowed and a lascivious grin crossed my face as I approached her. She stayed put, leaning on her elbow, making no effort to cover herself. I watched her chest rise and fall, admiring her caramel skin and dark features.

Standing behind her chair, I used my free hand to brush unruly tendrils of hair along the nape of her neck. Her scent was so intoxicating it sent a tingle down my spine.

I bent forward until my lips nearly brushed her ear as I said, “The kind that will have me finding new living arrangements mid-semester.”

Lara quivered when I spoke, and goosebumps erupted across her flesh. I wondered how Kent would react if she and I were to hook up. It’s one thing for a guy to watch his girlfriend with a female, it’s another to find out she’s cheating on him with one.

I closed my eyes and breathed her in as my hand inched down her neck, over her collarbone, and across her chest. The ylang-ylang shampoo mingled with her salty sweat and subtle hints of Kent’s deodorant and cologne. The volatile concoction further threatened my resolve.   

I was suddenly aware of Lara’s hand on my right leg, her fingers trailing up the back of my thigh causing an involuntary shiver. My eyes opened to meet hers, our faces only inches from each other now.

Fuck it! Lara was a knockout, and she was giving me all the signs. I could show her a good time without hurting Kent.

My right hand stroked over her breast, and I pinched her nipple as I planted an open-mouth kiss on her neck, biting gently into her clavicle. Lara gasped and dug her fingers into the soft back of my thigh.

“Do you want some help with that orgasm you didn’t reach earlier,” I whispered against her ear, my hand still cupping her boob. Lara blushed, then nodded with a smile.

“Let’s go to my room,” I breathed on the back of her neck.

I started down the hall first, wanting to make the bed before she got there. She’d have to walk past Kent’s door, giving her the chance to change her mind.

I heard the chair scoot back from the table as soon as I was around the corner. As I turned into my room I saw Lara at the end of the hall. By the time I’d fixed the sheets, she was in my doorway.

She lingered there for a moment, holding the flannel to her chest, swaying her hips enticingly. I stared at her from across the room, smiling in admiration. My nipples tightened under my thin t-shirt.

“You are truly stunning, Lara.” I approached her and she stepped forward to meet me. One hand reached out for my waist, pulling me into her as she stood on her tiptoes to reach for a kiss. Our mouths met with an urgent longing, tongues sliding together roughly.

She ran a hand under my shirt, slowly gliding up my spine, causing me to sigh. I held her more tightly and spun us both around so I could close the door. The motion caused her to cling to me with both hands, letting go of the unbuttoned flannel.

The shirt fell to her feet, and she stood before me entirely nude. Her dark bush was trimmed into a neat triangle and glistening with desire. I let out an involuntary moan of appreciation.

Lara smiled and pulled my shirt over my head, letting it drop to the floor. Her warm hands slid over my hips and waist, exploring my curves. She cupped my breasts with a gentle firmness.

My alabaster skin looked even paler against her bronze hands. My own hands roamed over her thick ass, feeling the heat emanating from her core. We kissed again, nibbling at each other’s lips.

Her thumbs rubbed over my hard nipples and a whine escaped my throat. Lara giggled and looked up from my tits. I narrowed my eyes and squeezed handfuls of her ass. My swollen pussy strained against my shorts.

“I made out with a girl on my golf team in high school, but nothing like this.” Her eyes were a mix of trepidation and desire, but her body betrayed her immanent need.

I cradled the back of her head in one hand and let the other trail from her hip across her abdomen, into her wet curls. My middle finger pressed into her slippery crevice as I whispered against her ear, “Let me help you feel good.”

Lara gasped softly and her knees weakened for a second. Her amber eyes stared into mine, silently begging me to continue. She was so worked up from her anti-climactic romp with Kent, I thought she might burst at the slightest touch.

I guided her onto my bed where she lay back with a virginal shyness. I tugged my damp shorts off and stood at the side of the bed. Flickering light from the television danced over our naked bodies.

Her hands trailed carelessly up and down her torso while she looked me over, gaze lingering on my shaved kitty. I pulled my blonde hair into a ponytail and bent down to kiss her once more.

She cradled my face with both hands and arched up toward me. I swung my leg over her, now straddling her hips. Cool air swept through my parted legs and the scent of my heady musk filled the air.

Lara opened her eyes, letting go of my face and taking in the view of me astride her. Her hands found my breasts and fondled them while I sank my wetness onto hers, feeling her damp heat. She bucked at the contact, grinding up into me. My pelvis reacted instinctively, gliding hard against her.

We undulated together while I sucked her hot cocoa nipples into stiff nubbins. Lara moaned as I swirled and flicked my tongue around them. She pinched my pink nipples making me yelp.

In playful retaliation, I bit one of hers and slipped a finger between her swollen lips. Lara moaned loudly and arched at the contact.

“Oh-ho, yes,” she whimpered, her golden eyes awash with lust. “Touch me.”

I simpered at her and slid a second finger inside her slickness. My own pussy was desperate for attention, dripping nectar down my upper thighs. I ground my sensitive bud against her mound and leaned in for another passionate kiss.

Lara pushed up into me, urging me on with her moans. Her hips rocked under me as she rode my hand. Fingers grasped my hips while her thumbs pressed the inner crease of my thighs, timidly trailing toward my vulva.

Reaching behind myself at that angle, I was beginning to strain my wrist. I worked the pad of my thumb on her fat clit causing her to squirm and shudder. Her breathing grew faster and shallower from my handiwork until I stopped suddenly.

“Unnhh!!” Lara whined and pouted, undulating under me. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded.

Squeezing her hard pearl between my fingers, I withdrew slowly, causing Lara to tremble and moan. Her honey eyes captivated me as she watched me suck her sweet juices off my fingers. An unmistakable trace of latex tainted her plummy musk.

Planting kisses along her neck and flat tummy, I scooted down until I was crouched between her lifted knees. Her purple pussy lips were covered with slick black hair. I blew across her wetness, making her wiggle while my hands caressed her hips and thighs.

The movements parted Lara’s lips to reveal pale pink inner petals. I lifted my eyes to look at her face as my tongue flicked over her pearl. She shrieked with delight, and I stifled a giggle at how sensitive she was.

My mouth lapped and sucked her bud delicately, sampling her delicious offerings. Lara wrapped her fingers in my hair, tugging my head where she wanted it. Her breaths were unsteady as her hips swelled and rolled in my face.

I slid two fingers between her folds and felt her tight twat constrict around them. Lara groaned her approval as I thrust deeper, then withdrew with a deliberate restraint. After a few strokes, I added a third finger, and Lara moaned as I stretched her opening.

My hand and mouth worked in coordination now, sucking her clit while my fingers stroked her inner walls. My other hand pressed into my dripping cunt, three digits stroking my entrance. Lara held my ponytail and fucked my face as I plunged my fingers in and out.

I rocked my hips, humping my hand in time with my strokes to Lara. I felt sweat pooling behind my knees and my pulse thrummed in my ears. My lips closed around her pink bead, and I hummed loudly, trying to breathe only through my nose.

The sensation pushed Lara over the edge she’d been teetering on for so long. Her hips bucked wildly, and her muscles pulsated around my fingers. I lapped up the nectar seeping over her pussy.

“Oh, ah, ahh, ahhhahha!!” She cried out loudly, tossing her head back in ecstasy. I was glad Kent was a heavy sleeper.

The sensations of her orgasm rippled through me. My thumb worked faster until I shuddered and moaned, feeling a gush of hot fluid coat my hand. Lara grabbed my wrist and brought my hand to her full lips. I studied her eyes while she tasted my pussy on my fingers.

The intimacy of her sucking my fingers sent aftershocks through my cunt. I badly wanted to straddle her face and see those golden eyes looking up from between my thighs. But I wasn’t about to push for that tonight.

I sprawled out next to Lara, my arms tired from exertion, my legs cramped from crouching. She looked over at me with an open mouth smile, still catching her breath.

“I hope you’re feeling more comfortable now,” I panted through a grin. My thumb trailed lazily over her breast and ribs. Lara giggled and propped herself up on an elbow to face me. Her whiskey eyes swirled with emotion, mesmerizing me once more.

“Mmm,” she purred. “I feel…wonderful.”  She took a deep breath and rolled her head back, closing her eyes. I smiled widely, the taste and smell of her still on my lips. The two of us lie quietly for a few minutes, our respiration steadily slowing.

My eyes fluttered open at her climbing over me and off the bed. I wanted to reach up and grasp her hips, to pull her back down to me and feel her soft body pressed against mine. Instead, I propped myself up on both elbows to occupy my hands.

Lara leaned down toward me, and we shared a tender kiss.

“Thanks for…that,” she beamed. “I mean it.”  She turned and picked up Kent’s flannel from the floor.

“My pleasure,” I winked, as I slid in between my sheets. “You know where to find me.”  

She grinned coquettishly over her shoulder and sashayed to my door.

“Goodnight Lara.”

She stepped into the hall, then turned back with a playful smile, her golden eyes boring into me.

“Goodnight, Kasie. I really enjoy your massage technique.”