This is a true sex story. I have a number of experiences that I have been dying to share, so I figured I would start writing it down. Unimportant details have been changed to protect myself and those I care about, but the important stuff is true. Enjoy…
I spent the last few weeks of my 21st summer visiting my girlfriend, Cassandra, and her two housemates. Cassandra and I had been together for a few years, and we were more comfortable around each other than I think most couples ever get. She had known for a while about my interest in threesomes (Not much of an original fetish to have, I know, but its mine, and I like it) and she had been more than receptive. We had our first threesome together the summer before with a girl she met at her internship. We parted ways with that girl, though, at the end of that summer.
Earlier in this summer, Cassandra told me that her roommate had confided to her that she was bisexual, though completely inexperienced with girls. With my permission (and suggestion), Cassandra gave Alison her very first sexual experience with another woman. This was towards the beginning of the summer. As the summer progressed, Cassandra and Alison continued with their fun, and I was thrilled. Unfortunately though, my summer work was about a five hour drive from Cassandra’s, and I was only able to visit every once in a while. One weekend in the middle of the summer though, after the three of us had spent the evening drinking, we ended up in bed together. That story will have to wait for another day, though. Now that I have told you this much, I can get to the story I am trying to tell.
So, at the end of the summer, I had a few weeks between the end of my job and the beginning of a new semester. I packed everything I owned into my car and set off for Cassandra’s house. I was looking forward getting there, especially given the threesome that had happened just a few weeks before. Suffice to say, for most of the drive I was preoccupied by the pain of an urgent erection being constricted by my jeans.
When I arrived, I parked in front of the house. At the sound of the car door shutting behind me, I heard a familiar squeal of happiness, followed by the sight and sound of the front door banging open. Cassandra charged down the steps at me and ran into me full-force, all but tackling me in her embrace. She looked up at me with huge brown eyes.
“You’re here! I’m so happy you’re here!”
I had to take a second to regain my breath. For a girl of 4’11” and 110 pounds, Cassandra had incredible power when it came to hugs. I tried to look at her, but she was pressed so hard against my chest, all I could see was her long, brown hair. “Of course I am, Cassandra. Where else would I go?” Cassandra just smiled up at me in response, giving me one last big squeeze.
When we walked into the house, I saw both roommates on the couch, watching TV. Alison looked up first.
“Hey, Christopher!” she said, showing her top row of perfect teeth with a bright smile. Try as I might, though, I couldn’t discern anything suggestive about her manner. She seemed friendly and that was all. I imagined part of the reason for this was the other roommate, who had just pulled his attention away from the TV to say hello.
His name was Dom, and he was an ok guy. I had very little in common with him, but we could get along. I had no earthly clue how he had gotten a summer position at the same company as Cassandra and Alison. The man lived to party. His idol was Pitbull, and it was clear from the moment I met him that he considered himself quite the “pimp” for having two beautiful girls as roommates. Cassandra and Alison thought he was funny and cute, I thought he was irritating, but harmless. We all knew though, that if he were ever to find out that Cassandra and Alison were not only bisexual, but actively bisexual with one another, that they would never hear the end of it and he would never be able to keep it to himself. He was therefore kept systematically out of the loop. The girls never hooked up unless they were sure he was either away or asleep, and they never gave any hint to their special relationship while he was around.
We spent the evening watching a movie, after which Dom and Alison retired to bed, and Cassandra took my hand in hers and led me to her room.
The moment the door was closed, she wrapped her arms around my waist, stood on her toes, and kissed me hard. Her tongue snaked out to touch my own and her hand slid up my back under my shirt. As she pulled her body against mine, I could feel her breasts pushed into my torso, her crotch grinding against my leg. After weeks of forced celibacy, I couldn’t take the teasing. I pushed her away from me, took my shirt off, kissed her once more, and then began to strip her of her clothes.
She put her arms up to help as I pulled her t-shirt over her head, exposing her stomach, made flat and hard by countless hours spent running, and her sky-blue bra. I took this off next, and took in the site of her exposed breasts. They were small, too big for an A cup, but not quite big enough to fill out a B, and they were perfect. They pushed out from her chest beautifully. The tops looked like a ski jump that started at her collarbone, and underneath, they were perfectly round and smooth, without even the slightest fold or wrinkle. Her nipples were dark and perfectly round, with areolas about the size of dollar coins. Cassandra watched me silently as I reached out to touch them, squirming slightly when my thumb brushed over her left nipple. She bit her lower lip as she enjoyed the familiar feel of my caress.
I couldn’t wait long though, because I ached for what was to come, and Cassandra made it worse by reaching out and stroking the bulge in my jeans with her fingertips. I pushed her hand away for the moment, unbuttoned her jeans, and kneeled down to pull them off of her hips. As they slid down, they revealed a thong. The waistband was red with little white polka dots and the rest was black. Her pelvis was smooth, and I smiled thinking about how she must have shaved just a few hours before to prepare for my arrival. I turned her hips with my hand and she responded by turning her body around to let me take in the view of her ass. I noted with pleasure that she still remembered what I had taught her when she arched her back and pointed her toes slightly inward to show off her form.
Cassandra had an ass that was impossible to forget. First off, it was big. On its own, this would be something, but compared to her tiny frame, it was amazing. I don’t know how to describe it other than to say that she is the only white girl I have met with the proportions of a black porn star. It was smooth and soft, and drew second looks from just about everyone who saw it. She was teased mercilessly for it as a child, but now, as a woman, it was enough to make me — and every other guy she knew — horny just by seeing it through her jeans.