To the Kitchen!

You didn’t bother dressing, just quickly darting from Gemma’s room towards the kitchen. The apartment was dark though, so you didn’t realize it was going to take a couple of minutes to quietly find the glasses in a cupboard and get two down without making a racket. By the time you were filling the glasses in the sink, you nearly jumped out of your skin when a voice speak up behind you.

“Sup,” Becca said.

“Holy fuck,” you gasped, then dropped the cup in the sink and covered your cock.

When you turned, you saw Becca walking into the kitchen wearing nothing but a strap-on dildo. You’d always thought Becca had an attractiveness to her - she had that boyishly short haircut and the kind of pretty-handsome face that could have just as easily fit on a guy as it did on her. She was striking.

Well, you were already hard, but yeah.

Becca had a somewhat boxy, athletic build with just a hint of curves at the waist and hips, but she made up for that with her smooth, long and powerful legs and a pair of full breasts sat high on her chest with pointy little nipples. She casually went over to the fridge and opened it up, the light from inside blasting past her as she bent over at the waist, showing off her sculpted ass and making the lime green dildo hooked up to her strap-on almost glow.

“Uh, hey,” you said, a little thrown by the casual nudity.

Becca got a couple of Gatorades out of the bottom drawer of the fridge and offered one over to you. “Sounded like you were putting in the work,” she said with a smirk. “Nice job. Little surprised you and Gemma are telling each other that you’re in love though. It’s been what, less than a week?”

You accepted the Gatorade and decided if Becca was comfortable with the nudity, you could be too and stopped trying to hide your cock. You cracked the seal on the sports drink and took a big swig. “Um, yeah. We just sort of decided to say it as a shorthand for everything else we were feeling,” you explained. “It feels good to say and hear it, and we both know she’s leaving at the end of summer, so I figure why waste time?”

“That’s a good point,” Becca nodded, cracking open her own drink and taking a long swig. “Nice, by the way,” she said, gesturing with her bottle down at your cock.

“Thanks,” you said. “You look pretty hot yourself. I wasn’t sure if it was you or Charlotte who was doing the fucking.”

“Oh, we trade off,” Becca said. “But usually it’s me. There’s just something powerful about making a woman squirm on your cock, y’know?”

“Oh, I know,” you grinned, thinking of what you’d just done with Gemma. What you did with Sabrina.

“Well, Charlotte’s gotten hers more than enough,” Becca said. “You want to fuck me quick? I could go back in there and make me eat your cum out of me.”

“Um,” you said loudly, going wide-eyed at the casual offer. “I- Becca, you are a gorgeous woman, but I’m not going to cheat on Gemma.”

“Good answer,” Becca grinned. “Congratulations, you passed the test. You are officially Roommate Approved.”

You took a deep breath and gave her a little glare.

“Oh, stop it,” Becca said, giving you a nudge with her elbow as she leaned against the countertop next to you. “I like Gemma, I had to check. If you had a little sister you would want to make sure her new fuckbuddy was treating her right and not messing around, wouldn’t you?”

“It’s kind of fighting dirty to ask me that while we’re both naked,” you said. “But I get the point.”

Becca snorted and drained the rest of her drink in a few big gulps. “Alright. Time for me to go get mine. Are you going to be staying the night? I’ll be making breakfast tomorrow morning.”

“Unless she kicks me out,” you said. “But what about Lucy?”

Becca rolled her eyes. “She’ll be doing the walk of shame tomorrow morning, probably. That’s how it usually goes. She doesn’t have a right to say anything. Take it from me - if you’re doing a walk of shame, it’s only because you think what you did is shameful. This, right here? You and me chatting like this? We’re both happy and comfortable with what we’re doing. No shame.” She winked at you, then turned and went back to the fridge, grabbing another Gatorade before heading towards the door.

“Oh, by the way,” she said, turning and looking over her shoulder with a playful smirk. “Let me know if you and Gemma want to try a threesome. I’d be very down to fucking both of you together, and I promise I won't even try to use my strap-on on you.” She winked again at you and then gave herself a playful spank on her ass as she walked out.

You shook your head, a little amazed at that whole conversation. What the fuck was your life coming to - when it rains, it pours?

You finished your Gatorade, refilled the glasses of water and found the paper towels. On your way back down to Gemma’s room, you could hear new moaning and satisfied heavy breathing coming from Becca and Charlotte's room where the door was standing half-open.

There was no other way for you to take it than an invitation to peek, so you did. Inside, Becca was sitting on Charlotte’s face on the bed. You couldn’t see much of Charlotte at all except for her bright hair. Becca was sitting up, riding Charlotte’s face as she worked her hips. She saw you looking and made a punk rock face with her tongue sticking out and the devil horns gesture. You grinned and shook your head - you would have given her a thumbs up, but your hands were full of the glasses of water.

“Fuck yes, you lesbian slut,” Becca said, turning her attention back to Charlotte and grabbing her Friends wiith Benefits by the hair and really working her hips. “Eat my pussy. Eat it!”

You left, going back to Gemma’s room, and shut the door.

“What took so long?” Gemma asked.

You chuckled and set the water down, passing her one. “A lot,” you said. And then you started to tell her about the conversation while you cleaned your cum out of Gemma’s ass with the paper towel. By the time you were done, Gemma was biting her lip and chuckling, her face flushed. She flipped over and sat up, pulling you down onto the bed fully and kissing you.

“I want to fuck you again,” Gemma said quietly into your ear.

“Good, because I’m not anywhere near done with you yet,” you replied. “But you need to tell me what you want this time. You saw how much better the sex was with Sabrina when she was open about wanting to be choked and controlled. What do you fantasize about, Gemma?”

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