by Lexi Archer
There were two words that could accurately describe how the whole package looked when put together: Holy shit.
“Um, can I help you Angela?”
She crossed her arms together under her breasts which only served to cause them to raise and draw my eyes in. The way her cleavage was on display there definitely got my attention. I suddenly found myself thinking the same thing when I looked at her that I often thought when I looked at Reese: it just wasn’t fair for a girl to look that fucking good in a pair of tight shorts and a tank top like that. Hell, I never thought I’d find a girl who filled out Reese’s shorts in quite the same way she did, and now here was a girl who was quite literally doing just that.
“I don’t know? I guess I was wondering if we could help each other out,” she said.
I blinked. That sounded an awful lot like an offer, though it couldn’t possibly be. It wasn’t possible that we could be going from hating each other just a couple of weeks ago to her showing up at my room looking like that. I found myself staring at her cleavage again and thinking about how nice it would be to run my hands over those tits. Better yet, to run my tongue all around her nipples.
Damn it. Why did I keep letting myself get distracted like that? That was going to be dangerous. It would run the risk of getting me right in the middle of exactly the sort of scenario Reese found herself in over the past couple of weeks.
Though when I thought about it, was that really such a bad thing? She’d had a pretty cavalier attitude about cheating on me, come to think of it, and she’d only gotten concessions out of me about me being faithful to her when I was under the influence of her climbing on top of me and giving me the ride of a lifetime. Would it really be so bad, karmically speaking, if I just went ahead and took what I thought Angela was offering? Did Reese really have a leg to stand on if she was the one who’d made the first move?
I was about to bring all of that up, but before I could make a move Angela plopped down in my computer chair and started clicking at things. A moment later I heard the familiar sound of a game starting up, and after that there was the sound of bullets flying through my computer speakers. She was playing on my account! Sure it wasn’t in the greatest shape these days considering I’d been so distracted by everything going on with Reese lately, but I was still close enough to the top that I might be able to salvage it rather than starting over with a new account. That wasn’t going to happen if she ruined my record though!
I was over at my computer in a flash, but it was too late. I looked over her shoulder, bracing myself for the worst, and blinked in surprise. She was mowing people down left and right. She was like a one-person terminator moving through the level fragging anything that got between her and victory. As I watched in stunned silence she gave a performance that would definitely give me a run for my money if I was on the wrong side, and I considered myself pretty damn good at this game!
“Holy shit,” I said when the round ended and the kill count came up. It looked like she’d singlehandedly won the fight considering how good the team I was with had been doing. I blinked and looked down at her as she grinned up at me. I also noticed how standing right over her like this gave me an excellent view right down the front of her tank top. I could see clear down to the spot where her bra came together between her tits, and I was liking everything that was on display in front of me!
Who was this girl and what had she done with the frumpy girl who eschewed makeup and tight clothes? Where was the girl who’d acted so annoyed with me for most of the year, never saying more than a couple of words and always making it clear that if I was going to get it on with my girlfriend the getting needed to be on somewhere other than her room?
When I looked back up to her eyes it was clear she’d seen me looking down her shirt and she wasn’t screaming or anything. I figured that was a good sign. More than anything I found myself wondering where this was going, because that urge to throw her down on my bed and have my way with her was getting stronger and stronger with every passing moment, and now that I wasn’t in the moment with Reese on top of me my desire to stay true to her considering everything she’d done was getting smaller and smaller.
“What, did you think I wouldn’t be good at this sort of game?”
I licked my lips and wondered what sort of game she was talking about. I didn’t think she’d be very good at a first person shooter any more than I thought she’d be good at coming in looking like a million bucks and throwing those seductive eyes at me. It was obvious there were two games we were talking about here, and I wasn’t sure which one we were talking about. I certainly knew which one I wanted to be playing with her, though!
“I don’t know. I figured if you were into that JPop crap you wouldn’t be that good at a real game. Something that requires some skill,” I said.
“Oh? And learning Japanese doesn’t take skill?” she asked.
“Well not the kind of skill required to frag someone in my kind of game,” I said. I realized I was moving in closer. It was an involuntary thing. I couldn’t help myself. There was sexy in the room and I found myself drawn to it even as I knew it was a terrible idea. Sure Reese was off at work and she hadn’t sent me a text or given a call to let me know that things were a go tonight yet, but I figured it would come at any moment.
Did I want to go out and enjoy Reese having some fun, or did I want to stay in here with the babe who showed up on my doorstep with a demonstrable ability to kick some serious ass in my favorite video games? A skill that Reese never showed any interest in, I might add.
“Please,” Angela said. “I could kick your ass in this any day of the week.”
“That sounds like a challenge.”
“It’s not a challenge if I know I can take you.”
“You think you can take me?”
“I know you want me to take you.”
The back and forth was too much for me. Being this close to her was too much for me. I’d continued spiraling in, drawn to the sexy like an errant ray of light that suddenly discovered itself inside the event horizon of a black hole. I moved forward and closed my eyes, seizing the moment and pressing my lips against hers which caused a fucking explosion to go off in my head even as my cock very nearly blew in my pants.
The kiss was brief, but when I pulled away Angela was staring at me with pure lust in her eyes. Goddamn that was sexy. Sexy and wrong. I had a brief moment of lucidity, but I wasn’t sure if it was going to be enough.
“We really shouldn’t be doing this,” I said.
Angela cocked an eyebrow. “Oh really? You’re going to turn down Reese’s peace offering?”
13
War and Peace
I took a step back. I didn’t know what else to do. I was reeling from what Angela just said. Peace offering? What the hell was she talking about?
“Did Reese send you over here?”
Angela pulled herself up and then she was advancing across the dorm room even as I was backing away from her. Even as deep inside my head the more aroused parts of me, not to mention the more pissed off parts that still had an ax to grind against Reese for cheating on me in the first place, were screaming that there was an insanely attractive girl in the dorm room with me who obviously had some pretty naughty things on her mind and what the hell was I doing backing away from her?
What can I say? I was more than a little confused in the moment, and I needed time to process everything that had just happened. Time that I bought by backing across the dorm room, though admittedly it didn’t buy me all that much time. Soon enough I was up against the door and Angela was still closing in on me. She was still staring at me with those sexy lust-crazed eyes that were an invitation if I’d ever seen one. She was still breathing heavily, and I could see the points of her nipples straining out from her shirt even through her bra.
Fuck! I wondered if this is how Reese felt when she was trapped in the moment. I wondered if her sending Angela over here was part of some twisted plan to make me realize the tempt
ation she was up against and sympathize with her. I didn’t think Reese could be quite that manipulative, but it was definitely one hell of a side-effect of her throwing her roommate at me.
Assuming she was throwing her roommate at me. I still hadn’t heard from her this evening, and in a situation like this it seemed best to wait until I had confirmation from the one person who could truly provide it.
“Does it matter if Reese sent me over here?” Angela asked. “As I recall she was the one who cheated on you so recently. So what if I did come over here all on my own? Would that matter?”
And then she was against me and her body was pressing against my own. More particularly it was pressing against my cock which had already been throbbing as I sat at my desk imagining what Reese could be getting up to this evening. Straining in my pants as I thought about everything she’d done over the past two weeks and wondering if I was going to get a chance to finally witness her getting down and dirty. If she followed the rules then it would be one hell of a hot night.
If she didn’t follow the rules then I’d have one hell of a jerk off fantasy to look back on after I ended the relationship, but that was neither here nor there.
I licked my lips as I thought about what Angela just said. Did it really matter whether or not Reese sent her here? The fact of the matter was Reese had cheated on me. She’d stepped out with another man and made me feel more than a little humiliated. That definitely wasn’t something I was into. No, I was more into the whole watching my girlfriend get it on within the confines of our relationship and the rules we’d set up for one another kind of guy. I suppose there were guys who might get off on the whole being cheated on and humiliated thing, but I definitely wasn’t that guy.
And rather than jerking off there was one hell of an opportunity for a little “turnabout is fair play” standing right in front of me pressing her incredible body against mine. An incredible body that I never would have imagined was so incredible, let alone pressed against me in a very forbidden embrace.
What can I say? I was only a man. I moved my hands around her back and cupped her ass. A surprisingly tight ass that didn’t have any justice done to it in the baggy frumpy sweatpants she usually wore around their dorm room. There wasn’t anything baggy or frumpy about the pair of Reese’s jeans she was in right now, though, and good goddamn did her ass feel nice and tight. I wondered if she actually found time to work out or something.
Her tits pressing against me were exquisite as my mouth moved down over hers once more. As our lips opened to one another and we started another forbidden exploration. Her taste was so intoxicating that I went weak in the knees feeling her against me. Feeling her tongue darting into my mouth which was something Reese almost never did. She could be weird about kissing sometimes, but I’d long since learned to get used to it.
One of Angela’s hands started running down my side. Down between our legs. She pulled back slightly which had me groaning in frustration because I was so loving feeling her pussy grinding against my cock, even through our respective pants, but I didn’t have to be in frustration for too terribly long as her hand found its goal. She started running it up and down my cock which twitched in kind. That resulted in a delighted giggle from Angela as we moved into a forbidden feedback loop of pleasure.
Unfortunately that forbidden feedback loop wasn’t to last. I groaned in frustration once more as Angela pulled away from me. As she took a step back and then she was looking at me, but there was none of the lust that had been there earlier in the evening. No, now there seemed to be nothing but pity in her eyes. Talk about a confusing flip of emotions! What the hell was going on here?
“What’s wrong?” I asked. Things had been going so well. I’d never had a girl flip the script on me like this before. Usually when it was obvious that all engines were go things proceeded quite nicely to blastoff, thank you very much, but not today.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t do this,” she said.
I took a step forward and reflected on how odd it was that I was suddenly the one doing the pursuing. I was suddenly the one who was wondering what the hell had gone wrong that her coming on so strong had disappeared in an instant.
“Angela? Is something wrong?”
“It’s her! I might want this, but I’m not doing it because of her,” she said.
I felt a chill. I also felt some warmth at the same time. Angela did want this. I at least had that much as cold comfort. There was still the matter of “her,” though. That could only mean Reese. I had a sneaking suspicion that meant this was all part of one of Reese’s plans to get out of something, but I wanted to be sure before I flew off the handle.
“What are you talking about?”
“I was supposed to be a peace offering. She told me all about what’s happened. How she came clean about everything that happened this year. Of course I jumped at the opportunity because, well, I think that should be fucking obvious to you by now, but I’m not going to cover for her again, even if I do get something I want out of it.”
I had to stop for a moment to think about everything she’d just said. There was a hell of a lot to process in that statement. A lot of information to work through, and the implications were making my head swirl.
I knew a few things for certain though. I knew Angela was standing in the middle of my room looking oh-so inviting and sexy. I knew my cock was positively straining at the opportunity to get near her. I knew that she’d just all but admitted she had feelings for me, though that still seemed impossible given the confrontational nature of our relationship up until this point.
And so I took action. I moved across the room and swept her off her feet, noting that her eyes seemed a little moist as I did so. Was she really on the verge of tears? It seemed impossible that she’d be feeling something so strongly in this moment, but so many other impossible things had happened to me over the past couple of weeks that I decided to just roll with it. I carried her over to the bed and then sat down first, pulling her down over me as I fell back onto my pillow.
It was definitely an interesting way to have a conversation. I’m sure Reese wouldn’t necessarily appreciate it that I was having a talk with her roommate while her roommate was on top of me pressing her exquisite body into mine and not-so-subtly grinding her pussy against my cock which was threatening to blow under that pleasure. Then again it’s not like I much cared what Reese thought about this situation considering everything else she’d done to me recently. She had apparently signed up for a different version of this fantasy than what I was interested in, and that changed things as far as I was concerned.
Not to mention that it just felt so fucking good feeling Angela on top of me like that. Feeling her tits pressing against mine. Looking down and seeing her cleavage below her gorgeous face. Talk about the sort of view a guy could get used to!
“Right, so there was a lot you said there, and I think we need to clear a few things up.”
Angela sighed. I wasn’t sure if that was a sigh of frustration or if it was a sigh of pleasure, but either way it seemed she was willing to play ball given what she said next.
“I guess you’re right. What do you want to know?”
What did I want to know? There was so much running through my mind that I wasn’t sure what question to ask first. Ultimately I decided it would be a good idea to start with Reese, more particularly what Reese was up to this evening that necessitated her sending Angela over here as a distraction, and then we could move on from there and see where the night and the conversation took us.
“How about the peace offering and what’s happened? What exactly did she tell you about us?”
“That you got turned on by the idea of her cheating on you?”
I sighed and put my hand over my eyes. I rubbed them for a moment with a slow massaging movement that I desperately hoped would get rid of the urge to scream, but unfortunately it wasn’t helping. At all.
It was possible that there was just a bad game of telephone going on
here where Angela didn’t hear Reese correctly and she was passing the bad information on to me, but something told me the game of telephone started the night Reese and I had the rules discussion. Something about the way Angela phrased that made me think she’d completely misunderstood what I told her when I explained what this fantasy was about. Either that or she was deliberately misinterpreting my meaning.
I wasn’t sure which one was worse.
“That’s not what I told her at all,” I said.
Angela grinned. “I thought she was crazy. What kind of guy gets turned on by the idea of his girl getting with another guy?”
Her tone of voice said she thought it was ridiculous. Well, she was about to get one hell of a surprise.
“Actually I do get turned on by that,” I said.
Angela blinked. “Seriously?”
“Yeah, seriously. Is it really crazier than some of the other fucked stuff that turns people on?”
Angela seemed to think about that for a moment, and I suddenly found myself far more worried about what her reaction would be even than what Reese’s reaction was. I’m not sure why I was more worried about her reaction, but there it was. Weird.
“I suppose not,” Angela said. “It’s a hell of a lucky break for whatever girl is lucky enough to get with you.”
I sighed. At least Angela seemed to appreciate what was on offer here even if Reese seemed oblivious to taking advantage of the incredible opportunity this fantasy offered. Why did it have to be Angela? Why couldn’t it be Reese?
“Yeah, but I get turned on by watching her with another guy while I get to watch. I definitely don’t get turned on by her running of with whatever guy she wants to and cheating on me. I suppose there are guys somewhere out there who are into that, but I’m not one of’em.”