not now

You wake up, and, to your disappointment, Melissa isn't in the bed next to you. You go to the bathroom to handle your business, and hear water running in the shower. Opening the curtain, she invites you to join her, and you willingly get in with her. The water is steamy, just the way you like it. Softly, she kisses your lips and hands you the soap.

“Oops, I dropped it,” you say, letting it go onto the floor of the tub. You watch as she picks it up, bending over and rubbing her ass up against your belly. Reaching between her legs, she squeezes your balls gently and stands back up.

“I see someone wants a repeat of last night,” Melissa says lustfully. “Wash me off and I'll see what I can do.” You lather her up, paying special attention to her breasts, gently kneading her nipples between your fingers. Your breathing gets heavier as you rinse her off, watching the soap and water cascade down between her breasts to her love box. Getting down on your knees, you rinse her clean and stick a finger inside her. “Oh, yeah, right there,” she moans as you tease her clit with your tongue. Standing up, you put the shower head up, and hand her the soap.

She lathers you up, washing your cock extra good. As she rinses you off, she lets the shower head fall down, and, taking your cock into her mouth, sucks and licks the head as you harden up. Gently squeezing your balls, she looks up at you and stands up. You look at her disappointed, and she whispers in your ear, “Later, dear,” as she softly nibbles on your earlobe.

You and her get out, and, to your surprise, she has a pair of shorts and a shirt for you. Slipping them on, you tell her that you want to take her out for breakfast. She puts on a pink tube top and a pair of matching pink shorts, and you can't help but stare at her as she brushes her hair and puts it up in a pony tail.

She catches you staring at her, and spins around, shaking her ass for you as she does so. “You like?” she asks, looking behind her and batting her eyes.

“I do,” you reply as she turns back around.

“Let's go, Steve,” she says as you finish getting dressed.

You and her get into your Windstar and drive to Waffle House. Sitting next to each other, you order breakfast and eat slowly, holding her close, thinking about last night.

“Steve, I have a question,” she says suddenly, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Okay, shoot,” you say, wondering what she has in mind.

“How do you feel about us?” she asks.

“Well, what do you mean?” you inquire.

“I mean, about me and you. I want to know what you would think about us going together,” she replies softly.

You look into her eyes, thinking. You've known her for quite a while, but, you've never given any serious thought about dating her. Sure, you want to fuck her, what guy wouldn't? But, you are unsure about how things would work out. You reply, “I don't know, Melissa, we've known each other for quite a while, and, I've thought about asking you out on a date on more than one occasion, but I don't want to ruin our friendship.”

“Well, I don't think we'll ruin our friendship if we start dating,” she said. “After all, we know a lot about each other, and have been through a lot together as friends. What do you say? Give it a shot?”

“Let me think about it for a while,” you say to her.

“Okay,” she says, softly kissing your cheek. You squeeze her tighter, realizing that there's really not much to think about, except whether you're ready to settle down or not. After finishing your meal, you drop her off at her house and pick up the morning paper. Going through the ads, you come across one that catches your eye.

“Room mate wanted: $200 a month plus half utilities. Shared kitchen space, private bathroom. Call 555-4032.” Curious, you call the number, and Melissa answers.

“I didn't realize you were looking for a roommate,” you say to her.

“Steve!” she exclaims. “I'd love to have you as a roommate. I won't even charge you a deposit.”

“My lease is up at the end of the month,” you say.

“You can move in immediately, and we'll start the rent at the beginning of the month,” she answers.

“Okay, let me finish packing. A 3 bedroom apartment is too big for me by myself, and I was looking for a place to move to,” you say.

About 10 minutes later, Melissa shows up at your door. “I'll help you pack,” she offers, and you and her load your belongings into the back of her pickup truck. You and her go into the office and turn in your key.

“John, it's been a pleasure doing business with you, but, ever since Michelle left, this apartment has been too big for me,” you say. “By the way, this is Melissa, my new roommate.”

He eyes her up and down. You feel slightly jealous, watching him eyeball her like a fresh piece of meat. “I don't blame you. I'd like for her to be my 'roommate' too.”

You tense up, and Melissa senses your jealousy. Grabbing you by the arm, she whispers, “Let's go, Steve, before you do something you'll regret.”

Tossing you the keys to her truck, you and her drive to her house, unpack your belongings, and sit down on the couch.

“I'll be back in a bit,” she says, softly kissing you. “I have to go get you a key.”