“Is that a new couch?” Jordan asks brightly as she walks in.
“Oh yeah.” I smile sheepishly. I have scrubbed the place and got some nice new furniture for the shared spaces. Making some changes in my living situation is just what I need to feel like a new man.
I subconsciously lick my lips as I watch Jordan strip down to a black sports bra and tight shorts as she works. Her beautiful red hair is tied up into a high bun. I get an excellent view of her pert ass as she bends over to take her things out of a box. I can’t tear my eyes from her full, round breasts as she reaches for the high kitchen cabinets. I watch with jealousy as Charlie takes a heavy box from her and shuts the door after walking into her room with her.
Charlie is in his twenties and completely ripped. He has a fashionable haircut that flops to the side and chiseled chest muscles that peek out from his tank. He eyes me suspiciously at first with his dark eyes and then proceeds to help Jordan assemble a bookshelf. I wonder if he is her boyfriend. I instantly feel jealous. Of course guys like Charlie would get all the hot girls. I also haven’t thought about how awkward it would be for me to see him at my house in the mornings, or even worse, hear them at night. My hand instinctively lower to the front of my pants at the thought. To my relief, after they are done he hugs Jordan and promptly leaves before dinner.
I find Jordan sitting on the kitchen floor, cursing as she tries to put an office chair together. Her long thin legs are splayed apart as she bends over random parts for the chair that are strewn all over the floor. She whips her shiny ponytail around as she hears me approach.
“Sorry, am I in the way? I thought this would be a snap. It’s harder than I thought. I’ll get out of your way.” She wipes her forehead and a few strands of her pretty hair clings to her skin. I want to kiss and lick every inch of that perfect porcelain skin.
“Want some help?” I bend down on one knee and examines the chair, stealing a glance at her tight sports bra and plunging cleavage. She looks so cute as she tries to fit a wheel part through the armrest and looking at the manual upside down.
“I just don’t know what I’m doing wrong.” She lowers her dark lashes as she re-reads the assembly manual.
I inspect closely and then chuckle. “You have the base in backward. Here, let me help.” Jordan watches quietly as my hands work. I look up and see her chewing on her lower lip and rubbing her neck. She meets my eyes and blushes as she brushes a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She is the most gorgeous woman I have ever met.
With a few quick changes, the chair is now fully functional.
“Oh my gosh! Thank you, Ryan!” She says breathlessly. Gosh, even her voice is sexy. She hugs me and I awkwardly wrap my hands around her bare shoulders. Her skin is so soft. “Oh, sorry. I’m a little sweaty.” She blushes deeply as she pulls away quickly. I don’t mind it at all. I love the way she smells, like lilacs and sugar cookies. I want to press my body completely against her young supple one.
“Where did you learn to do that?” she sounds impressed as she pushes the chair into her room.
I puff out my chest. “I run the hardware store on Main Street. I used to put twenty of these chairs together a day.”
“Really? Twenty? That’s amazing!” I scan her face for signs of sarcasm. Rachel and her friends never found my work to be that interesting. They would dismiss it since it’s only “blue-collar work.”
“I think it’s so cool. It’s so rare to meet a man who still works with his hands. Everyone works on the computer nowadays and is chained to a desk. My dad ran an auto shop,” she smiles sweetly and says, “he was really handy with his hands, too.” My heart sinks immediately. Yes, I’m much closer in age to her dad than to her. What was I thinking? That a sweet young thing like her would ever look in my way? I bet she’ll be laughing about me with her boyfriend Charlie in no time. I nod haphazardly at her questions and mumble some excuses before shutting myself in the master bedroom.
Even though I am angry at myself for thinking I have a shot with Jordan, I am still turned on by the hot girl in my living room. I quickly slip into the master bathroom and lower my jeans and boxers. My cock springs into action and points proudly at the ceiling. I shut my eyes tight and try to conjure up images of Jordan’s perky ass wrapped in her flimsy stretchy tights. My cock swells and stands even prouder. With quick strokes of my hands, I bring relief to my engorged member. Gosh, she is so hot. I keep my eyes shut and picture her little hands rubbing my cock and her warm little mouth taking my entire length deep into her throat. My fist tightens and I am imaging her nice, full breasts bouncing up and down. I inadvertently groan out loud.
With a few more strokes of my hands, I can feel the end coming near. My whole body convulses and I explode into a wad of tissue paper. I pant as I have just run a race and lean my head back against the bathroom wall. The coolness of the ceramic tiles alerts me and I stare in panic at the gasping man in the mirror. What if she heard me? How can I do this? How can I face her living here every day if all I can think about is seeing her naked? I cover my face and try to calm down.
It’s okay. It’s okay. I try to comfort myself. I just got out of a fifteen-year marriage and I didn’t really play the field before that. My body is just reacting naturally to someone of the opposite sex. Also, so what if she heard me? I could be doing push-ups in my room for all she knows. As to wanting to see her naked? I’m sure that after a month she would be as familiar and unattractive to me as the eighty-year-old Mrs. Sherkinski.
Chapter 3
I come out of my room and try not to look too ashamed. I find Jordan with a box cutter and flattening her moving boxes for recycling. She looks up and smiles brightly at me as I enter the room. My legs feel weak. I might need a trip back to the master bathroom again.
“Hey, Ryan. I just ordered way too much pizza for one person. I hope you like pepperoni!”
“Um, sure.” I scratch my head. “I got some beer too if you’d like some.”
Jordan blushes. “Oh, I’m not twenty-one yet. In a few months.” She smiles and winks at me. She walks over with an armful of cut-up boxes and grabs the rest of the recycling.
“Here, let me help you.” I hold open the backdoor for her and direct her toward the blue recycling bin. When she dumps the rest of the recycling into the bin, something heavy falls out and shatters.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” she cries as she bends over and picks it up. It is my old wedding picture. She gingerly picks it up with her delicate fingers and stares at it for a moment.
“Oh, no worries.” I snatch it away from her. “I threw that out earlier. I’ll get a broom for the broken glass.” Hurriedly, I stuff the picture into the recycling bin and rush back into the house.
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After I sweep up the shards of glass, I return to the house. Jordan is sitting cross-legged on the couch with a box of pizza on the coffee table. Her dark thin brows are furrowed together as she searches the Netflix catalog. Her brows raise at the sight of me and she smiles brightly.
“Here, have some pizza.” She opens the box and grabs a slice for herself. I watch the hot steamy pizza disappear into her perfect pink lips and I swallow. Pulling myself together, I sit down next to her and grab a slice for myself.
I watch stupidly as she finishes a slice and wipes the grease from her lips with a paper napkin. Her lips are shiny and pink from the pizza oil. It sounds pretty disgusting, but it is the sexiest thing I have ever seen. I want to cover her mouth with mine and drag my teeth over the soft pink petals.
“You okay?” she asks as she wipes her face again with the napkin, after noticing that I have been staring at her mouth.
“What? Oh yeah.” I shake the rated-R images out of my head. What am I doing? Am I like those guys in their twenties who think with their dicks? I lower my head and nibble on my slice.
We chat about the movies in the directory and discover that we like the same eighties cult movies and have the same sense of humor. In addition to being stunningly bea
utiful, she is also really cool. I can feel my pants feeling tight as I watch her breasts bounce with each laugh. I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
“So,” Jordan brushes a strand of loose hair behind her ear and asks casually, “who is the woman in that photo?” She looks down at her hands and avoids eye contact.
“What? Oh, it’s my ex-wife,” I answer curtly. I don’t feel like talking about my ex-wife with my new hot roommate who is half my age. I just want to hang and forget about Rachel.
“Oh, I’m so sorry.” Why do I get the weird feeling that she isn’t really sorry? “When did it happen?” she whispers.
I assume she means the divorce. “She left a year ago,” I answer honestly. I’m not sure why she is so curious about my divorce.
“Oh.” Then she is quiet for a while as she eats another slice.
I sigh. “After she left, the house feels empty. I thought I’d rent out the rooms and meet some cool new people.” I turn to her with a smile. “Like you.”
Jordan smiles shyly and twirls a strand of her hair. “I think you’re pretty cool, too.”
I get up from the couch to grab a beer and offer Jordan a soda. We sit quietly as we enjoy our beverages.
Suddenly, Jordan starts, “It must really sucks.” It is a flat statement. Simple, but it pretty much sums up my life. I turn and look her in the eye, completely surprised.
“I, I mean, my boyfriend broke up with me as well. I know it’s not the same, we weren’t together for very long,” she is flustered as she speaks, “but it still sucks. And I understand how you feel.” She places a small hand on my thigh and searches my face with her pretty gray eyes. Gosh, her eyelashes are dark and go for miles.
“Yeah, it sucks.” A million thoughts race through my head. The pain, anger, and guilt after the divorce. The boredom and frustration of singlehood. The excitement and confusion of having a hot co-ed as my new roommate. The realization that Charlie probably isn’t her boyfriend. Everything runs together in my chest. After a full minute, only two thoughts remain. One, is she hitting on me? Two, gosh, her hand feels nice on my leg.
“Well, he’s an idiot. A nice, pretty girl like you,” I croak. “Why would he do that?” I wish her hand would stay forever.
“He-” Jordan hesitates and then continues, “because I wouldn’t go all the way with him. I just wasn’t ready. He told me he loved me but now I know it’s not true. You don’t break up with someone like that if you love them. I know he’s a jerk and I know I’m better off without him, but it still sucks.” What? Is she still a virgin? Oh gosh, why is her hand still on my leg? I can feel the growing pressure in the front of my jeans. Luckily, the thick fabric hides my excitement. But if her hand remains on my leg any longer, I’m going to feel some major pain in my jeans soon. But the pain feels so good. Every cell in my body feels turned on. I haven’t felt this alive in ages.
I pretend to need to stand up, hoping that the action would lead to her withdrawing her hand. Instead, I clumsily topple forward and she grabs my arm in surprise. Before I know it, I lower my head in confusion and our lips brush against each other accidentally.
My whole body freezes up. I am scared that she will push me off and start calling me all sorts of names I deserve. Instead, Jordan wraps her bare arms around my neck and deepens the kiss. Her lips are soft and magical. Her little tongue darts out and shyly explores the edges of my lips.
I relax into the kiss. Rachel wasn’t very passionate or at least with me. I have never kissed anyone like this. My tongue meets and intertwines with hers. I suck on her lower lip and lightly nips it. She reacts with a gasp and her hands roam all over my body. She touches my chest, abs, and back. It feels so good. Suddenly, it is as if a starting pistol goes off in my head and I lose all control. Without a second thought, I wedge my hands under her sports bra and flick my fingers over her hard, ready nipples. I pull the small black piece of fabric over her head and I am greeted by two round, perfect breasts.
I take a hard nipple into my mouth and nip it gently with my teeth. I suck on it gently at first and then harder. I move onto the other pink nub and suck on it as well. Little hands tug at my belt. I pause and give her a hand until my cock is completely free from its confines. I sigh with relief. She is staring at my cock, wide-eyed and blushing. Her lips are parted and I love the cute look on her face, eager and surprised. Under her intense gaze, my already erect cock is becoming more engorged and darker. I swallow nervously as I watch her reaction.
Her hands carefully reach for the base and her face comes closer to my cock. I can feel her light breath gently grazing against my bare skin. My breaths are shallow and sharp and I desperately try to focus on something else, because the sensation is way too much. I feel like I am going to either die or just blow a load straight in her face right then and there. I search the room and find an old vase on the end table that belonged to my parents. It is dark blue with gold edges. As a kid, I remember sticking my pencils in it. My mind immediately takes a left turn and I think about sticking my hard cock into her warm, wet pussy. Oh gosh, I shudder and can barely control myself.
I look over and see her little pink tongue darts out and pokes the small slit at the top of my length. I take a sharp breath and gasp as a shudder shoots through my core. She smiles at me devilishly. She has seemed so innocent and sweet at first, but I’m pretty sure she has me wrapped around her little finger. Just the way she has her hands wrapped around the base of my hard, standing cock. Beads of precum ooze out like drips of honey and roll down over the side. Her eyes light up at the sight of it and she licks her lips. She is so damned seductive without even trying.
Slowly, she puts the head into her mouth. Just the tip is enough to stuff her entire mouth. She whimpers and I can feel my length withdrawing from her warm, sweet mouth. I am in agony, but I don’t want her to stop. She takes it out and pleads with her big eyes.
“I’ve never done this before.”
“Just relax,” I say between shallow breaths, “and let it slide in. Swallow if you feel like gagging.” I instruct her carefully. I need to help the girl if she has never done this before. Knowing that I am the first man she has done this to only makes me harder. She listens closely and nods slightly. She lowers her mouth over my shaft again. “Good girl,” I sigh. Cautiously, she moves along the length of my shaft. Slowly, I feel myself gliding into the depth of her tight, wet mouth. The up and down motion of her mouth makes my eyes roll to the back of my head. I sigh with pleasure.
She stops whenever she is close to gagging and swallows every time. The contractions of her throat muscles over my cock make my hips jump. My knuckles are white as I clench into the couch cushions and forcing myself to stay steady. If I move around too much, it will be more difficult for her. I want her to learn and explore at her own pace. This is a dream come true and I’m not going to ruin it with impatience.
In addition to being sweet and sexy as hell, Jordan is also a natural at giving head. As she slowly gets accustomed to having my member deep in her throat, she immediately speeds up. She sucks on my cock like it’s the best popsicle and laps every drop of my precum. Her saliva mixes with my precum drizzle down like thick honey, acting as a natural lubrication. I feel like I’m in heaven and hell at the same time. It feels so good but I want more. I want to hold her head steady as I plow into her hot little mouth. I want to empty streams of my hot cum all over her face and breasts.
I want to not just have her suck me off. I want to take her pussy and her ass, too. This girl is amazing. I want to explore every inch of her and hear her cry out in ecstasy as I pleasure her. I want to feel like a man. Her man. I haven’t felt this way in ages.
I hold on to the couch and close my eyes and gasp as I feel my climax coming near. She raises her head and looks at me quizzically. With no time to lose, I grab her little hands and wrap them around my cock. I envelop her hands with my own and pump my hands. Moving up and down over my cock at an incredible speed, our hands could start a f
ire. Soon I croak as thick ropes of cum empty out of my balls and spray all over our hands.
Chapter 4
“So how’s the new roommate?” Kenny asks as he digs into his eggs with his fork. We are having breakfast at a restaurant. Kenny’s ol’ ball-and-chain is visiting her parents with the kids, so he’s a free man this weekend.
I tap my fork on my french toast. “What?” I ask when I realize he is staring at me.
“I said,” he says with a mouthful of food, “how’s the new roommate? Is he an undergrad or a grad student?”
“Um, undergrad.”
“Damn, that must be hard. At least grad students act like adults. Does he bring girls home?” He grins.
I stare at Kenny’s yellow teeth and suddenly don’t feel hungry anymore. I shake my head truthfully.
“Really? Is he gay? If not, he should bring home some of that nice sorority ass. Maybe he’ll introduce you.”
“Don’t be gross.” What would Kenny think if he knows that my young, pretty female roommate gave me head the first day she moved in? He’d probably high-five me first and then lecture me about the dangers of dating a gold digger.
“You guys get along?”
I shrug. I haven’t really seen or talked to Jordan since the first day. We have both been doing our best to avoid each other. I am struck by feelings of guilt and confusion. She is a sweet young woman and I feel like this dirty old man who took advantage of her. I just met her, and I already ruined our roommate relationship. I feel uncomfortable living in my own house and I hate it. I know that I can’t kick her out, but I expect that she will probably move out soon. So far, she has been busy with school and work. She studies full time and also has a waitressing job. She leaves early in the morning and comes home late at night. The only signs that she has been around at all are a couple of dirty dishes in the sink in the mornings. I’m sure she regrets what happened and is trying to forget it.
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