Susie’s Roommates Come Home to a Pleasant Surprise

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“Someone needs to break Susie all the way out of her shell,” Brit told me a few weeks ago while we had lunch. “Now that the two of you have gotten to know each other a bit, you could be the one to do it.” She winked. Brit and I have been distant friends since we started college. Now in our senior year, we started hanging out, and that is how I met her friends—most notable, the beautiful, but shy, Susie. During that lunch with Brit, whenever I wasn’t distracted by her amazing mane of blonde hair, we talked about Susie. I learned Susie wasn’t a virgin, but had only been with two guys up to then. Whenever she was willing to talk with Brit or her two other roommates about sex, she usually left them with the slight idea that she wanted to broaden her experiences before college was over. “Trust me, Tim, she doesn’t tell me these things just to have a confidant,” Brit said. “I’m fairly certain she wants me to hook her up or someone. I mean, I’ve seen Susie get pretty drunk-o at some parties, and when she does… well, she wants to have a good time.” Brit is the fun, talkative one of her group who keeps everyone together. Susie is her roommate, along with Sarah and Ruby, and let me tell you, their place is nice, and all four of those young women are gorgeous in their own way. I’ve never had a night that’s even remotely boring when hanging out over there. The next time I met up with her friends in a bar, I talked one on one with Susie for quite a while and scored a date with her. She’s got light brown hair, always pulled back in a loose ponytail, and her eyes have this roundish, lazy-like quality to them. When it comes to conversation, she’s never nervous—always one step ahead of me on the intellectual side of things. And she should be, because she spends so many of her Friday nights reading and studying! Despite feeling like she was slightly out of my league, I had to go for it. This girl put a sort of burn inside my veins that not even the cleanest whiskey would cool. And so, we went on three nice dates, with a little play time included on night three, but the clothing stayed on. The next night I met up with her ended up being one of the best nights I ever had in college. There was a decent party that night, which Brit and her other roommates were headed to. They all had dinner, istanbul travesti then I met up with them at the bar for a some pregame drinks. The Blind Cat is the best bar ever, where I’ve managed to hook up a couple of times in the past. I know all the bartenders there, and a lot of the regulars. So as Susie and I picked our spot at the tail end of the bar, I’d keep our conversation a little more interesting by introducing her to a few people. We were flirty, as I’d keep finding jokes to spill out, then touch her on the knee. A couple of times, she responded by laughing hard and touching my hand or shoulder, or play-punching me. “Let’s order a drink already,” she said. “I thought you were the drinker of this pair.” I chuckled. “I don’t know. I’ve heard some things, Susie.” She smiled. “Oh, I know exactly what story Brit told you. That’s from when I was an out-of-control Freshman. I’m a bit more sane now.” “She didn’t tell me any specific stories.” She raised her eyebrows like she was caught off guard. “Well you’re not hearing ‘em from me then.” She looked toward a bartender and brought her hand up. I imagined that soft hand slipping down my pants and grabbing firm hold of my balls. Then I had to sweep that image out of my mind before I pitched a tent right there in the bar! “What do you want? I’ll buy the first round.” We drank a couple, then I couldn’t convince her to go for a third. As her group started getting up and paying their tabs, I asked her if she was looking forward to this party. She breathed in and heavily blew her hair around, exactly like in a movie, and I laughed. “No?” “Not really,” she muttered. My adrenaline eeked out a bit more. “Well I can run you home if that’s the better option.” “Totally.” Her friends weren’t even surprised to see her ditch the party. In fact, they would have been surprised to see Susie make it there. When I told them all that I’d get Susie home just fine, Brit, from behind Susie, gave me a curious face, then winked at me. Sure, I wanted to get it on with her, but I had no idea where the night was headed, and the alcohol, mixed with the energy drink I had guzzled down before meeting up with them was kicking me into high gear. I took over our conversation with random topics I didn’t even know I had in me. “I’m istanbul travestileri not wearing you out am I?” I said while we were in the car. “Nah,” she said. “I’m always a little tired.” “Your bed time must be eight in the evening.” “No! I’m up for doing something if you are.” “Like what?” “You decide.” “Well…” I thought for a moment, but decided to hold on to the idea that came to mind. It involved a pool and nakedness, and wouldn’t pan out so well if she had time to think about it. “I’ll figure it out.” When I walked her into her living room: “Oh. I know! I’ve never been in your pool before.” “You haven’t?” She looked me up and down. “You don’t have a swim suit though.” “Who cares? Summer’s almost over. We can’t let this opportunity go to waste.” I took my shirt off and threw it on the couch, then off went my jeans, and there I stood shamelessly in my boxers, in the middle of her living room. She was quite flattered by how easily I removed my clothing. I gave her a goofy look. “Come on. Swim… Swim! I bet you look stunning in a bikini.” With a cheeky smile, she said, “I guess you’ll get to see soon.” “Yes!” I went ahead and jumped in the pool. She came out in a strapless white top and a baby blue bottom. Just seeing her made my dick a bit hard. “Wow. Get in here.” She eased her way in, and we got quite playful from there, even playing Marco Polo one on one for a few minutes. Every time I swam to her, I touched her a bit more, grabbing her hips, or rubbing her thighs, and the way she responded gave me pure elation. It was most certainly on, and my patience was gone. I had to fight through saying words, because my throat tightened up from slight nervousness. She agreed to have one more drink with me, and we went into the kitchen and made White Russians, with added sugar. She took one sip and smiled with delight. “Ohh,” she said, as we sat down at a table on the back porch. “Something about this type of drink just makes me feel giddy inside.” “I gotta say, the extra sugar is genius.” We sipped in silence for a good ten seconds. “So what are we doing with the rest of the night?” she asked. “Swimming. All night long.” I expected her to chuckle. Instead, she leaned toward me, staring devilishly. “Just so you know, Tim, I’ve been wanting to go into travesti istanbul the sexual deep end for the past year. I just can’t figure out where to begin. I thought maybe you’d help me with that.” I nearly choked on my drink, but she kept staring at me. “Well… what do you mean by the ‘deep end?’” “I just want to do something experimental, you know? All my friends have at least one story of a spontaneous threesome, or sex with a stranger, or sex in public. The only sex I’ve had has been missionary bed sex.” “So… you want to have sex somewhere besides a bed?” “Maybe.” “How about the pool?” She smiled, rolled her eyes a bit, then kept talking. “You know something I really am close to doing?” “What?” “I want to drive up to the Wild Pony strip club and enter their amateur contest that they have every Thursday.” My jaw literally dropped open. “You want to strip in front of people? That would be so awesome.” My dick started getting hard at the thought of her pulling off that swim suit, baring it all on a dark blue stage full of gawkers. I put one of my hands in my boxers and rubbed away. “Maybe you could start getting some practice in right about now.” “Oh come on. I’m not going to strip for you… At least not out here.” “Your roommates won’t be home for hours.” “Yeah but still…” she picked up her drink, then looked under the table. “Oh God, what are you doing?” “You just told me you wanna go into this crazy ‘deep end’ of the sex world, right? You don’t get there without being a little crazy. Come on. Take the arm-floaty thingies off and jump on in.” “They’re called swimmies…” “Look. How about I give you a little lesson in stripping?” I stood up and pulled on her hand to lead her away from the table, to the other side of the porch onto a huge rope-net hammock—an amazing piece of furniture that every household should have, especially if sex happens in it. “You barely have anything to take off,” she said, sounding a bit amused. “See, that’s your first lesson in stripping. Taking off your clothes isn’t what it’s really about.” I pushed her back onto the hammock and dropped my boxers. My dick sprung out, almost fully erect, and she hummed in approval. I lowered my voice and edged closer to her. “Stripping is about the eros you can create between yourself and the viewer, in such a short time frame.” I put my hands on her and did my best to imitate a male stripper, even though I had never done anything like this before! “It’s about radiating sexuality, out onto a stunned audience… one person at a time.” She started putting her hands on me.

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