My Roommate is My GF's Ex Ch. 01

As my girlfriend Riley and I were walking back to my apartment from our workout at the gym, I was a little nervous. We had been dating for a couple of months now, and this was the first time I was bringing her over to my apartment.

So far, our relationship was going great. She was one of the hottest girls I had ever seen - a 24-year-old blonde with a fit, flexible body. She had perfect, perky tits and a tight little ass - both of which she liked to show off in tight-fitting clothes. And she clearly appreciated my slim, smooth, toned body as well. But since we started dating, we would always go to her place. This was my choice - not because my apartment is so terrible or anything, but because of my obnoxious roommate, Chris.

I had moved in with Chris a few months ago. I was new in town and didn't know anybody, and he had advertised a spare bedroom at a good price. He seemed like a pretty normal guy from the e-mail conversations we had - we were the same age (24, like Riley) and had some similar interests (he also liked to work out, he smoked weed, etc). But after I moved in, he started rubbing me the wrong way. He was always walking around in just his boxers, clearly liking to show off his muscular body. He had the personality to match - very cocky and self-centered. He would bring different girls over all the time and be making out with them right in the living room even if I was around, and then he'd bring them to his bedroom for what was usually ridiculously loud sex, even if I had told him I needed to get up early in the morning.

It was never so bad that I felt like I had to move out, but I didn't really want to expose Riley to him. After a while, though, it had started to get weird that I kept pushing to go to Riley's place instead of mine, so we had arranged to stop by my place this Saturday afternoon after our usual workout. As we walked down the hallway to my apartment, I warned Riley that my roommate could be kind of an arrogant jerk.

"Oh, Lucas, don't even worry about it," she told me. "If he's so bad, we can just go back to your bedroom and hang out there." She gave me a sexy little smile. She looked so hot wearing only a tight pair of green running shorts and a pink sports bra that showed off her cleavage.

"Sounds good to me," I replied, thinking that maybe I could show Chris what it feels like to have to listen to your roommate fucking some girl.

As I opened the door to my apartment, I walked in and saw exactly what I was hoping not to see - Chris, standing at the kitchen counter wearing nothing but his boxers. He looked over at me, smiled, and said, "Oh hey, bro, how's it going?"

"Hey, Chris," I said, preparing to introduce him to Riley. "This is my girlfr-"

I was quickly interrupted. "Chris?!?" Riley cried out, as she walked into the apartment.

"Holy shit, Riley?!" Chris replied. I looked back and forth between them, surprised.

Chris quickly moved around the counter and Riley practically ran to Chris. They gave each other a big hug, Chris's muscular arms wrapping around Riley's small body, his hands squeezing her bare sides, just above the waistband of her running shorts.

I was taken aback. Their hug continued for a few seconds, Riley's body pressed up against him, and I started to feel a little awkward standing there. "Um, clearly you two know each other?" I interjected.

They parted and both looked over at me. "Oh, uh, yeah," Chris said, "this is a pretty crazy coincidence actually."

Riley laughed and said, "Yeah, umm, Chris and I actually used to date in college."

I was floored. I guess I knew that Chris and Riley had both graduated a couple years ago from the same college, but it was a big school and I just never thought to make the connection between the two, let alone think they might have dated.

"What? Really?" I said. "How long ago was that?"

They both thought for a second. "I guess we had a thing going off-and-on through our sophomore and junior years," Chris said. "And then I studied abroad my senior year, so..."

"Yeah, so I guess it's been a couple years since we've seen each other. I didn't even know you were in town!" Riley said, slapping Chris playfully on the arm.

"Yeah, been living here since I got back from Madrid," Chris said. "So, uh, how have you been?"

"I've been good, had a pretty fun last year of college with you out of the picture," she said suggestively. Riley and I had only talked a little bit about her college years, but I had definitely gotten the impression that she had slept around a lot, which was fine with me - with her looks, how could I blame her? "I see you've been keeping in shape," she said, looking his body up and down, biting her lip, and even bringing her hand up to lightly touch his chest.

"Yeah, you too," Chris said, making a show of looking straight down her sports bra. His hand moved to her side, lightly moving his fingers up and down across her skin. She giggled and pushed him away.

I felt like things were starting to get a little weird, so I interrupted. "Ok, well, glad to see you two getting reacquainted, but Riley, you wanna head back to my room and hang out like we said?"

Riley looked over at me. She took a step back away from Chris so that they were no longer touching. "Yeah, well, I guess I should change, but then maybe we could come back out and all hang out together? It's just been so long since we've seen each other, it would be nice to catch up..."

Before I could say anything, Chris interrupted, "Yeah, I'd love to hear what you've been up to these days. And I just got some weed, if y'all maybe want to smoke?"

I couldn't just prohibit them from talking to each other, and smoking did sound good to me. "Ok, yeah, I guess that sounds good," I said.

Riley smiled and we went back to my room with our gym bags. I closed the door behind us as she took her sports bra off. I just watched and appreciated her body as she opened her gym bag and pulled out a white tank top. She turned to me and smiled as she watched me watching her, then pulled the tank top over her head. It wasn't see-through or anything, but it was very tight on her and stopped a couple of inches above her waistband. It also revealed plenty of cleavage, and she hadn't put a bra on underneath - you could clearly see her nipples poking through the fabric.

"Ok, I'm ready when you are," she said.

"Um, are you sure that's what you want to wear? It's kind of...revealing," I said uncomfortably.

She looked down at herself, unconcerned. "Oh, I guess it is, but it's all I brought to change into," she said. "I could change back into the sports bra, but that's even more revealing, don't you think?"

"Yeah, I guess so..." I said, although the hard-on I was getting from seeing her in the tank top was making me not so sure.

"Besides, I promise you Chris has seen it all plenty of times," she added with a laugh, "so it's no big deal."

I awkwardly laughed a little myself, trying to seem like I was cool with everything. I quickly changed into a black tanktop and a pair of sweatpants without any underwear.

I followed Riley into the living room and saw that Chris was seated on the couch, packing a bowl of weed on the coffee table - still wearing just his boxers. I couldn't believe that he hadn't put on a shirt or anything. Riley plopped down on the couch next to him, curling her legs underneath her and watching Chris prepare the bowl.

"Oh man, it's been so long since I've smoked!" she said.

"Happy to be of service, babe," Chris said, then looked over at me as I walked in the room. "Hey, bro, you think you could maybe get all of us some drinks? I'll have a beer."

"Oh, good idea," Riley said. "Can you make me a vodka soda, baby?"

"Yeah, sure," I said, a little upset that they were sitting on the couch together and I was going to end up in the chair to the side. I walked back to the kitchen, grabbed me and Chris a couple of beers, and started mixing Riley's drink. As I did, I could see over the counter to the couch, with Riley and Chris's backs to me.

Chris was finished packing the bowl. He picked it up and turned to Riley. "So can you do this by yourself these days or do you still need somebody to shotgun it for you?" he asked her. I clinked a couple ice cubes into Riley's glass and started pouring in the vodka.

"I definitely still need somebody to shotgun it for me," she said.

"That's what I was hoping you'd say," Chris said, as I mixed the soda into Riley's drink. I wasn't sure what shotgunning meant, I'd never heard the term before, so I just kept watching with curiosity.

Chris then lit up the bowl as if he were taking a hit himself, breathed in, then turned to Riley, pulled her to him by the side of her neck, and pressed his mouth up against hers like they were kissing. Chris breathed out and Riley breathed in. They stayed that way for a few seconds before parting. "Nice," Chris said, smiling at her. Riley exhaled and nodded.

What the fuck?! I thought, watching this all from behind. Is he making out with my girlfriend?

"Uh, what are you two doing?" I said, a little bit of anger in my voice, as I brought our drinks over and placed them on the coffee table.

"Oh, don't worry about it, honey," Riley said. "I know it looks a little weird, but it's the only way I can do it without coughing too much, and you were in the kitchen making drinks, so I needed Chris to do it."

"Yeah, bro," Chris said. "I wasn't making a move on your girl or anything."

"Oh...um, okay, I guess..." I said, still a little irritated. "But from now on, that can be my job, ok?"

"Whatever you say," Chris replied, a slight smirk on his face. He and Riley grabbed their drinks. Riley settled into her seat, leaning in toward Chris a little bit, while he placed his arm up around her on the couch, without touching her. Ok, I thought, no big deal, they're just comfortable with each other, no reason to get jealous. At the same time, I couldn't help but notice that my dick was twitching a little in my sweatpants. I just wrote it off as the natural result of seeing two attractive people next to each other.

I took a hit of the weed, grabbed my drink, and sat in the chair to the side of the couch. We were all now pretty relaxed, as I could tell from Riley leaning her head back against Chris's arm, whose hand was now lightly touching her shoulder. Again, my dick twitched and hardened a little bit, but I just told myself to calm down. This didn't need to be awkward as long as we all stayed mature.

"So, Lucas," Chris said, taking a sip from his beer, "has Riley told you much about her college days?"

"Not too much, I guess," I said. "I know she was in a sorority. I'm sure she did her fair share of partying. I know I did." I laughed a little, trying to make it clear her history wasn't something that was going to bother me.

"Oh, she was pretty wild, that's for sure," Chris said. "I used to sneak into that sorority and have some pretty crazy nights there. Remember that, babe?" He nudged her in the side with the hand that was on her shoulder.

She giggled. "Oh, I remember. Me and some of the other girls really wore this guy out on more than a few occasions." She put her hand on his knee and nestled in a little more closely to him, her head resting lightly against his shoulder. She closed her eyes. Chris just looked over at me and smiled a little bit, shrugging as if to say, no worries, she's just getting comfortable.

But when I saw a tent starting to rise up in Chris's boxers, I felt like things were starting to get a little bit too weird for me. It wasn't helping that my dick was getting hard too. What was wrong with me? Maybe it was just the weed? I took a big gulp of my beer and made sure that my erection couldn't be seen through my sweatpants.

I didn't quite know what to say to get them to stop, so I just continued with the conversation, trying to direct things back to the fact that me and Riley were together now. "Yeah, I can imagine, she's definitely worn me out some nights too."

"Mm, that's for sure," Riley said. "Especially that magical tongue of yours. Lucas eats my pussy so good."

Hearing this praise made me feel good, more confident that things weren't getting out of hand. I smirked at Chris a little.

"Oh, man, you're making me jealous," Chris said with a laugh. "I remember loving the taste of Riley's pussy before I gave her a good fucking." His arm was now wrapped firmly around Riley's shoulders. His hand was resting on her upper chest - well above her breast, so it wasn't too inappropriate, I guess, but his fingers were moving lightly on her bare skin in a way that she was clearly enjoying and that was making me very uncomfortable. Riley's hand was also now rubbing up and down Chris's thigh just above his knee. This was definitely starting to go too far.

I cleared my throat to try to convey my discomfort and said, "Well, maybe we should change the subject, I feel like things are getting a little weird."

"Oh, really?" Riley said. "I'm feeling great, this weed is really hitting the spot."

"Yeah, me too," Chris said. He was now plainly smirking at me, and I couldn't help but notice the tent in his boxers move up and down a couple of times - clearly deliberate on his part. By the looks of it, he was very well endowed - not that I felt inadequate, given that I was packing a fairly thick 7 inches myself. His hand moved a little bit further down Riley's chest. "Maybe you should take another hit, Lucas."

"Yeah, okay," I said, seeing an opportunity to get Riley to move away from Chris. "You want me to blow some into your mouth too, Riley?"

"Nah, I'm okay for now," Riley said, her eyes still closed, her head leaning back against Chris's muscular chest. Well, that didn't work.

I leaned over to grab the weed and took a hit. Riley opened her eyes and looked over at me as I did, then I saw her eyes widen. "Wow, Lucas, looks like somebody's enjoying this conversation!"

I looked down, and my sweatpants were clearly tenting from my hard-on. "Fuck," I muttered and sat back down, positioning myself to hide my erection.

"Actually, he's not the only one, babe," Chris said, and Riley looked over at Chris's boxers, tenting just a few inches from where her hand was resting on his thigh. He bounced his dick up and down again as she looked, laughing.

"Oh my god!" Riley said, noticing the tent in his boxers for the first time, staring and biting her lip unconsciously. "I almost forgot how big that thing was."

At this point I really felt like I needed to say something. "Okay, maybe you two should, like, separate a little bit or something."

"Oh, honey, is this making you uncomfortable?" Riley said, sitting up a little bit but not really moving any further away from Chris. "It's no big deal, Chris and I are just two old friends who feel really comfortable with each other physically. You're still my boyfriend and the one I want to be with, so there's no reason to start feeling jealous."

"Yeah, man," Chris said, "If anything, I'm the one who should feel jealous in this situation."

I sighed. "I guess so..." I said uncomfortably. "I just don't want things to go too far."

"Oh, they won't," Riley said, getting comfortable against Chris's shirtless body. She now blatantly leaned in against his chest like they were a couple, resting one of her hands on his hard abs and lazily grazing her fingers across them. All the while, the tent in his boxers was on full display. "Besides, you're clearly enjoying this."

I looked down again and saw that the tent in my own sweatpants had become clear as I was sitting in my chair. I tried helplessly to hide it, but there was really nothing I could do. They had seen it now anyway, so what was the point? "I'm not enjoying it," I tried to explain, "We were just talking about eating you out and fucking you, how could I not get hard? And weed always makes me a little horny anyway."

"Man, I hear that," Chris said. He reached down with the hand that wasn't around Riley's shoulder and started lightly touching his cock through his boxers, making it clear exactly what he was working with. I could tell it was definitely bigger than mine by maybe an inch or so.

"All right, come on man, I don't need to see you jerking yourself off," I said, looking away awkwardly and taking another big gulp of my beer.

"I do," Riley said, staring at Chris touching himself through his boxers. Then she laughed and looked at me, saying, "Just kidding, baby."

"Okay, okay, you're right, let's calm things down a little bit," Chris said, taking his hand away from his cock. "Maybe you could refresh our drinks, Lucas?" Riley nodded in agreement, offering her glass to me for her to refill.

I sighed and took her glass and the now-empty beer cans and walked back to the kitchen. I knew my erection was clearly visible, but there was nothing I could do about it while I carried the glass and cans. Riley giggled a little bit at this. As I made her drink, I saw Chris's arm move a little more tightly around Riley as he murmured something in her ear that I couldn't quite hear. Riley made a sexy little noise. I didn't like not being able to see what they were doing. I quickly finished up her drink and grabbed a couple of beers for Chris and me, then walked back around the counter into the living room. As I did, I thought I saw Riley's hand dart quickly up to his abs from what must have been his crotch, but I couldn't be sure. I also saw that Chris's hand had come a little further down Riley's chest, so that the very tips of his fingers were underneath the top of her tanktop. This was getting ridiculous. I put down everybody's drinks on the coffee table and realized that, despite my raging erection - which was now as hard as it had ever been for some reason - I needed to pee.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick," I said, looking down at them as Riley and Chris both smirked at my tented sweatpants. I looked at Riley sternly and said, "No fooling around, I'm serious, okay?"

"Oh, baby, of course, I can't believe you even think I would do anything bad," she said. She sounded really earnest, so I felt somewhat reassured as I went down the hall to the bathroom.

With some difficulty given how hard I was, I peed, then washed my hands and splashed some cold water on my face. Despite everything that was happening, I couldn't avoid the fact that I was more turned on than I'd ever been watching my girlfriend and her ex-boyfriend get so friendly with each other. It felt a little fucked up, but I had to admit a part of me wanted things to continue escalating. I splashed more water on my face and made the determination not to let things go any further.

I walked back down the hallway, and when I got to the living room, I froze. Riley was now sitting on Chris's lap, leaning back a little, their lips joined. It looked like they were making out. As I walked in, their lips parted. "Hey, man, sorry, she just wanted to take another hit," Chris said, smiling. She looked at me and nodded.

"I thought we agreed that would be my job from now on," I said, sitting down in my chair.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, baby, but you were in the bathroom, and it's really not a big deal," Riley said.

"Well, ok, but how come you're sitting on Chris's lap?" I asked.

"Oh, it's fine, baby," Riley said, leaning back against Chris's chest, her butt clearly rubbing up against his crotch. "We're just doing a little innocent flirting."

"Yeah, man, just some totally innocent flirting," Chris said, smirking at me as his hand rubbed Riley's bare, flat stomach and rose higher until it was entirely underneath her tanktop, cupping one of her tits. She was breathing kind of heavily now and rubbing back against him. "It's not like I'm gonna fuck her or anything," he said. As he said the word "fuck", Riley let out a tiny little gasp.