Some new routines

"Yes, fuck me harder! Oh god, that's so good!"

You glanced at your clock. There was still thirty minutes before the alarm was set to go off, but you were not getting back to sleep.

"Yes! It's much bigger than his! He's pathetic! His little dick is pathetic! Please keep fucking me with your huge cock!"

There was no way she'd ever been this loud with you.

"Fuck! I feel like I was a virgin before you! I've never had a real cock before! I'm cumming! I'M CUMMING!"

Then there was silence. It lasted for about 15 minutes while you stared at the ceiling, then the noises started again. Was David really able to recover that fast?

You got up and headed to the bathroom. You might as well get ready while the bathroom is empty. The two of them were still noisily going at it when you left for work.

It was the longest day of work you'd ever had, but you barely got anything done. Thoughts of your girlfriend, now ex-girlfriend, kept intruding all day long. Was his cock really that great? Were they really going to be girlfriend and boyfriend, going on dates and meeting her parents? That all seemed impossible.

When you got home, you plopped down on the couch and put your head in your hands. You were only like that for a moment before there was a knock on the door. You answered it, and saw Carrie standing at the door in her yoga pants and a sports bra.

"Oh, hi. Did you come here straight from work?"

"Yeah, I did!" she said with a big smile, as if everything was back to normal. Then she stiffened up, remembering that everything was different now, and moved past you into the apartment. "I wanted to get some stuff done before David got home."

She dropped her gym bag by the door, went straight to his room and started picking his clothes up off the floor. You stood at the door for a couple minutes, watching her, not knowing what to say. She looked so good in her gym clothes. Her tight abs were on display and her perfect butt jutted out, especially when she bent over with pick up some of David's smelly clothes.

Once she had all the clothes, she left to take them to the washing machines downstairs. While she was gone, you cleaned up your room a little. After she got back, she started cleaning up all the trash in David's room.

"Shit," she said, looking at the time on her phone. "I'd better get David's dinner started."

"David's dinner?" you asked.

"Yeah, I'm not staying." She went to the kitchen and pulled out some pans. "I've got a class this evening, but David told me to have his dinner ready when he got home."

"Carrie, this is crazy! Why are you doing all this for him! You hate guys who expect women to clean up after them!"

She looked at you sternly. "You know why. Don't make me say it."

"Is... is his cock really that good?"

Her eyes rolled back in her head. "It's sooooo good! Oh my god, it actually gets me hot doing his laundry because I know it will lead to him fucking me!"

Carrie went back to cooking, and you collapsed on the couch. David came in right as she was finishing.

"Hey buddy, how was work?" He didn't wait for you to answer before he looked over at Carrie and said, "Whoa, nice! You look great, babe! I love your tits in that top!"

In the past Carrie would pitch a fit when David said something like that. This time she blushed and said, "Thank you! Um, I have to go to class, but your dinner is on the table."

"Nah, fuck that. I've got plans for you tonight. Skip class."

"Oh, well, um... okay," said Carrie.

"What?!" you said. "Carrie, no! You're trying to get your MBA! You can't start ditching classes."

David walked over to the couch and stood in front of you. He looked pissed. You remembered your promise to do whatever he wanted. You remembered all the muscles he had that you'd never noticed before last night. He suddenly seemed very intimidating.