1. My Roommate's Boyfriend


    Date: 10/12/2014, Categories: Seduction, Author: Naughty_Wife, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories

    explain that to Jan.” When I walked inside, I saw Steve and a few of his buddies by the bar. They all stopped talking and followed me with their eyes as I walked past them toward the booth that Jan was sitting in. I was sure to my bones that Steve was busy telling his buddies what happened in the parking lot. “Where have you been?” Jan asked. “Just outside for a bit, grabbing some fresh air,” I told her. A few minutes later Ken came over to the booth and sat down next to Jan. “You’ve been gone awhile too,” Jan said to Ken. “Just had to put something in my car,” he told her. “You guys ready to call it a night?” I knew that “something” Ken put in his car was my bra. I had a feeling from the tone of his voice that he wanted me to know it. When we got back to the apartment, Ken and Jan spent most of the night on the couch making out. I went to bed before they did. Jan’s bedroom was right next to mine and a while later I woke up to the sound of her headboard banging against the wall. I had to listen to them fucking for about an hour. ***** The next day was a Saturday. Jan held a part-time job at a local department store and she left the apartment around 8:30. I got up and took a shower, wrapped a towel around my naked body and barefooted my way to the kitchen to get something to eat. Passing by Jan’s room, I saw the door was open. I noticed Ken was lying on the bed with a sheet up around his waist, watching TV. He must have heard me because he shouted, “I forgot to tell you, Bev, ...
    I like your tits. And you give good head. Can I get one?” Leave it to Ken to say something sexist. “I heard you and Jan going at it last night, so I doubt you could get it up, even if I was willing… which I’m not,” I said in return. I heard him laugh. “I feel for you Bev. You really need to get a boyfriend and start getting laid more often. It’d make a better person out of you.” “Fuck you, Ken,” I hissed at him and started to walk away. “Hey, Bev, don’t leave me hanging. Come back. I’m sorry,” I heard him calling, and as I neared the kitchen, I stopped. I walked back and looked through the doorway at him. “Let me hear you say you’re sorry again.” He looked at me from his bed and said, “I’m sorry, Bev. I mean it, and I really meant it too when I said I like your tits.” My towel had slipped a little, barely covering my nipples and Ken had his eyes on them as he continued, “Seriously, since last night I can’t stop thinking about them.” “Surely, you can if you tried,” I said as I pulled my towel back up. “Want me to tell you a secret? Last night when I was fucking Jan, all I could think about were your tits. It was that vision of your tits that kept my cock rock hard. That’s what kept us up so late.” “I think you’re full of shit,” I laughed. “Come on, come over here, Bev. Let’s smoke a joint and chat. Jan won’t be back until after 3,” he said. “Kind of early in the morning to be getting high,” I told him. “That’s the best time, when your mind is fresh,” he responded. “What are we ...
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