Shared Bathroom with Coed Roommate Ch. 08

It was so hot I had to kiss her again as my hands returned to her ass. Gripping tightly, I could feel her fleshy cheeks spill out in between my fingers. Kneading and enjoying the firm and gentle give, I slowly worked my saliva-covered finger inward. I rubbed her now tightly closed hole and lightly applied pressure to start the process all over again.

She stopped me in the middle of my efforts, reaching behind and moved my hand off to the side. She lightly shook her head, and I understood. It probably was a bit much for her first time experiencing any penetration there.

She looked up at me with vulnerable, nervous eyes and let out a small smile. And then she leaned close, brushing her cheek against mine as she whispered in my ear, "be gentle."

My eyebrows rose as if asking for confirmation. She smiled a little wider and nodded her head. She took in a deep sigh and let it out slowly and then turned around, hiking up her dress leaving her bare ass exposed to me.

All I could do was stare at first, taking in the sight of her prefect round cheeks. Clenched together they covered all of her intimate treasures. I dropped to my knees, so my face was just inches from her butt and gently kissed the fleshy part of her cheek. I felt my face sink into her ass cheek with each kiss, and the ripe smell grew stronger as I kissed my way toward her hidden center.

I backed off as I held her cheeks open wide. I could have exploded just from the beautiful sight. I licked the bottom of her clit, up over her slit, enjoying her unique taste. My tongue continued upward over her smooth taint, and finally up to her tiny hole, the cause of all the agony, anticipation and desire. My tongue circled around her most intimate spit, feeling the textured skin and noting the sour taste. My tongue darted in and out of her tightness, switching it up with flat licks over the surface of her anus. I found myself buried in her round cheeks, shaking my face from side to side to feel her warm cheeks jiggle on my face.

I stood up slowly, and gave my pulsing shaft a few strokes as I slid the tip over her clit and just barely parted her lips as I saw the head disappear into her intimate folds only to bring it back out and use her wetness to coat my shaft. My penis glistened with her juices. I deliberately slid my tip up slowly rubbing it over her tightened, knotted anus. I could feel and hear her breathing pick up as I teased the surface with my head.

She braced herself, holding onto the table as she leaned forward. I pushed my head in, watching her asshole begin to part. I was met with resistance before just my tip disappeared, remaining there in anal limbo.

I gently backed off and then pressed my tip a little harder into her hole, still barely entering her tightness.

"Do it." She gasped. "Fuck my ass."

I couldn't even believe the words came out of her mouth, but my body certainly did not hesitate. I gripped her cheeks and pulled her into me. My shaft quickly disappeared inside her with one forceful thrust as I felt her cheeks slam into my hipbones. She let out a shriek that was something between a moan and a squeal of pain.

"Are you ok?" I asked as I held her tightly to my body feeling her full round cheeks squished against my body, as I was deep inside her.

"Mmhm." She said with a forced breath. "Keep going."

I slid my shaft out slowly, watching it reemerge from her anus. I couldn't help but think about all the intimate moments we've shared in the bathroom, all the foul and private things I've seen that came from this impossibly small hole. The thought was stupid, I nearly distracted myself wondering who on earth would be thinking about that while I was fucking her for the first time? Probably no one. Except for me, and more importantly probably her. And that thought somehow turned me on even more. I could feel myself grow even more engorged than I thought was possible.

My thrusts picked up, in and out watching several inches disappear and reemerge over and over. Her intimate, little hole gripped my shaft with a texture I wasn't used to. Soon we both started to shake, and I really couldn't even tell what was happening as my legs turned weak. My whole body trembled as I felt my shaft begin to tighten. Slowly at first, the spasms picked up involuntarily as I held her round cheeks firm against my hips and unleashed my cum deep inside her ass. She screamed, or maybe moaned, as I held on for dear life finishing my release.

I was so out of breath I could barely stand. The feel of her warm cheeks on my hips started to turn a little cold as the sweat from both of us cooled against the air in the room. I shook once more, still inside her, which caused her to shake again. Her spent movements tightened and died down, as I'm sure she was feeling the same cooling sensation from the sweat on our skin.

I pulled out and saw my cock bounce free, surprisingly no dirtier than when we began. I leaned up against the table next to her as she turned to embrace me. We hugged and panted coming to terms with what we just did.

She looked down at my still pulsing shaft and traced the underside of my length with her finger. She giggled as that made me shiver involuntarily. Her finger slid over my tip, picking up a bit of our combined fluids left on my dick.

"Shit, I need to use the bathroom." She said and quickly ran off to the back bathroom and I followed.

She lifted the lid and we both saw her hard work from earlier in the afternoon that was too big to flush. She giggled as she sat back down on the clogged toilet. "I'm disgusting." She laughed and waved her hand in front of her nose.

God this girl was a mystery. A beautiful, sexy, honest and amazing mystery I thought.

She looked at my throbbing, red cock that was still hanging out of my pants. "I can't believe that fit in my ass." She said in disbelief and laughed after the words came out of her mouth.

"You've pushed bigger things than this out of your asshole before." I said suggestively.

"Yeah right!" She said denying it.

I rolled my eyes. "Almost everything in the toilet right now dwarfs my cock." Not sure why I felt the need to call her out on that, but I did.

"Well...maybe." She finally admitted. "But that's different. That's supposed to happen."

"Maybe this was supposed to happen as well." I said as I leaned forward and kissed the top of her head.

She smiled as she made her grimaced pushing face. Frankly I couldn't believe she had any more to go after all that she went earlier. But this was different. She let out a few airy and wet sounding farts. She wasn't pooping, she was just squeezing out my cum I left deep inside her.

She finally finished and gave herself a wipe, put down the seat cover and lowered her dress. She looked down and laughed as she pulled her dress up to cover her breasts. "I forgot my tits were still out."

"I didn't." I smiled, enjoying the view just as much now that she was dressed again.

Her face took on a more serious look, and I knew what she was thinking.

"So where does this leave us?" I asked hesitantly.

She shrugged her shoulders and added, "What am I going to tell Mark?"

"Why do you need to tell him anything?" I wondered, considering he cheated on her and surely she was done with him.

"Well he is my husband. He didn't deserve this."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Didn't deserve this? You mean, you mean you're staying with him?" I practically shouted. "I thought you knew what they did? I thought that's why you did this?"

"Knew who did what?" She asked with a confused look, raising her voice to match the tone of mine.

"What Shannon and Mark did...isn't that why you gave in just now?"

"You told me they didn't do anything!" She said in a panic. "What did they do?" She started to put some of the pieces together. "You know what, don't tell me it doesn't matter."

"Shannon confessed. That was why we ran out of your wedding. I thought that was why you were crying when I walked in here - that Mark told you the same thing?" I asked.

"First of all I had no idea you guys ran out during the wedding. I was a little focused on getting married." She said clearly freaked out. "Second of all Mark told me nothing. I still don't know what you are talking about."

"Then why were you crying when I walked in here if you didn't know they cheated on us?" I asked in a frustrated tone. I didn't mean to break the news so bluntly that they cheated, but I couldn't take it back now.

"You asshole! I was crying because, because... Never mind." She looked really hurt and I couldn't quite figure out why.

"Is that the only reason you did this? Because you wanted to get even with Shannon for cheating on you?" She asked with a sad and furious look.

"What? This had nothing to do with getting even." I didn't even realize that was a thought that could have crossed either of our minds. "I never would have disgraced your marriage if I thought you had any chance to stay with him. I love you too much to do that to you." The words just rolled off my tongue before I even realized I said it.

She looked up and slowly smiled. "That's why I was crying."

"What? Why?" Now I was lost.

"I feared you would never remember what happened that night."

I was so confused. "Remember what?"

"The night you stripped at my bachelorette party." She paused with a hopeful smile. "You told me you loved me. I was afraid it was just drunken babble." She lightly laughed amidst the awkwardness.

"I really don't remember saying that then. But I meant it now." I paused at the realization of what I just admitted. "I love you, Ashley."

She had another tear running down her face. We both did, as we stood there in exhausted ecstasy barely believing this was happening. "That is why I gave in just now. Because I love you, too."

"So we didn't hook up that night?" I asked playfully, but still wanted to know.

"No. Well nothing like today." She had that irresistible sly grin on her face again.

I kissed her again and we both giggled silently.

"Obviously you were saving yourself for your wedding night." I joked. "Just to a different man than the one you married."

She shook her head and laughed, but the look of acceptance came over her. "So what do we do now?" She asked. "I'm married...to someone who isn't the man I just confessed my love to." The stress weighed on her.

"Did you sign your marriage license document yet?" I asked.

"No, not yet."

"Then you're not legally married." I smiled and she started to look a little optimistic, realizing that was technically true.

There was a knock on the door. My heart raced fearing it might be Mark. God how would he react to this? But in walked Emily who quickly closed the door behind her. "There you are, Ashley. Everyone's looking for you."

We were still hugging at the time, and Ashley nodded in agreement. "I should probably go talk to Mark." She said and gently kissed me on the lips, longer than just a peck and right in front of Emily.

Emily had a smirk on her face and waited until Ashley left room. "Looks like everything worked out. Well for you anyway." She laughed.

"Looks like. Did the kiss give it away?" I asked with almost a giddy smile.

"Well that and your dick is hanging out of your pants." She laughed.

"Oh god, I'm sorry." I said quickly trying to cover up my softened penis hanging out of my unzipped fly.

She smiled. "Oh please, in the last week I think I've seen your cock more than my own husband's. No need to be modest now."

I laughed a little and stopped trying to cover it up. In a way it was fitting, she had a way of seeing right through me. Why bother covering up when she already knew the truth.

"I'm just glad to see you must have finally gotten some relief." She said glancing at it once more. "This is the first time I've seen it soft."

Those words made me feel a little self-conscious, but more pressing matters popped into my head. "Why didn't you tell me I said I loved her that night?"

She smiled. "You were drunk. People say all kinds of things they don't mean when they're drunk. I once confessed my love for Justin Bieber to my friends when I was drunk in college. Didn't mean I wanted to marry him. You needed to say it on your own while you were sober for it to matter."

"I did." I was amazed at her wisdom and gentle non-interfering plan that actually worked out for the best.

"We can chat more in a minute," she said, "but now I really have to pee since it's been about 10 minutes since I last peed." She laughed and headed into the bathroom.

I had almost completely forgot she was pregnant. The thought brought a smile to my face as she disappeared into the bathroom. I heard Emily scream through the door.

"What the fuck?" Emily yelled as she ran out of the bathroom. "What is in that toilet?"

A lot of shit and some of my cum, I wanted to say. "It's a long story." I finally said.

"One I'm sure I don't need to hear." She smiled and shook her head. "I'm glad you finally got to tell her how you feel. Life's too short not to end up with the one you love." She gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek.

"Besides, there's something fun about having seen my best friend's lover completely naked." She said with a guilty smile and looked down at my exposed penis once more. "I'd be lying if I said thoughts of that night never crossed my mind."

"Don't forget what I've seen you do as well...I'd be lying if I said that never crossed my mind either." I joked remembering how embarrassed she was when I walked in on her sitting on the toilet.

"Shut up." She blushed and shook her head playfully. "That never happened!"

"That was pretty much the only time I was sober that night." I smiled back. "That's one of the few parts of the evening I do remember clearly." Not sure why I felt the need to make her blush again, but I liked it.

"Well enough reminiscing. If you'll excuse me, I really do have to find a toilet...one that hasn't been compromised. I'll see you again soon." She added with a smile, "Perhaps we haven't shared our last embarrassing moment together just yet."

We both looked down and saw this conversation sparked a little life into my flaccid penis. She reached down and lightly grabbed my soft and slightly thickened shaft, in an intimate but non-sexual way. "I'm sure I'll see you again soon."

And with that she left the room with a grin. My mind wondered if she meant see me again or see my dick again? I could see why Ashley was friends with her. You couldn't help but smile around her.

Once Emily left I finally zipped up my pants and heard the sound of high heels echoing on the tiled floor from the hallway. Who could that be? I don't recall Ashley's shoes making such a defined noise. The door swung open and in walked Melanie with a stern look on her face. Fuck! This will not be good.

She closed the door behind her and walked toward me with exaggerated hip movement with each step. Or maybe that was just her natural step. God she was terrifying. And intimidatingly sexy.

She stopped just a foot in front of me and eyed me up and down. "You must be pretty proud of yourself." She said as a statement more than a question.

I lightly smiled unsure of where she was going with this. "I'm not proud how all of this happened, but I'm glad it did." I admitted with mixed feelings.

"They say that life is the hardest teacher. It gives the test first and the lesson second." She said softly, neither happy nor angry.

"Was this a test?" I asked nervously.

"Everything is a test." She replied plainly, staring me in the eye.

"Did I pass?"

A smirk took over her previously neutral expression. "That's not for me say." She practically laughed at my naïveté. "But I can tell you this, you have an even harder test ahead of you now." She said suggestively.

"Which is?" I was almost afraid of what she might say.

A devilish grin crept over her face. "The test of time." She said softly and took a step closer, and then another. I could smell her light perfume, as she was inches from me. She placed a hand lightly on my chest and leaned forward. "You see, wanting is far more powerful than having." She whispered delicately in my ear.

I glanced down as I could practically feel her lips touch my ear as she whispered those cryptic words. A few more inches of cleavage fell exposed as she leaned forward. Her smell, her proximity, her cleavage, it was hard not to react to all of this. I held my breath and felt hers linger on my neck.

"You are not special, Jason. What you have with my daughter is not special." She continued in my ear.

I hated what she was saying but her delivery was intoxicating. Immobilizing. I stood there with my eyes closed...just waiting.

When I opened my eyes she was right in front of my face, her arms were slightly inward forcing her cleavage to jut out even further as her hand was on my chest and started to trail down to my stomach.

"However strong you think your connection is with her, however deep you think your love is..." Her hand was now almost down to my belly button..."you'll find in time that it fades. You see Jason, the reason I've never trusted you is not because you wanted my daughter. I could see that you loved her from the moment I met you, and frankly I would never hold that against you. It's because you simply want...what...you...can't...have..." She said slowly as her hand slid lower and lower, over my belt buckle, down the top of my pants until it traced the now hardened outline of my cock down the side of my pant leg, as if proving her point with my own erection.

I shook my head and stepped back. Her words were terrible to hear. And worse yet, they gave me a seed of doubt in my mind about my future with Ashley.

"No, that's not true. I love your daughter more than you'll ever know." I said finding my resolve.

"I don't doubt that you believe that. But as I said, the true test will be time. Will you continue to want, now that you...have."

She took a step back, removing her hand from my pants with a disappointed smirk on her face. "For both of your sakes, I hope so." She eyed me up and down and lingered on my visible erection imprint down my thigh and shook her head and left, accentuating her hips with each step a she walked out of the room.

My heart was beating fast and I was nearly out of breath. What the hell was that? I stood there now pondering my future with Ashley. What would happen with us? Would this last? Were we really meant to be? Was this more than just wanting what I couldn't have? That last thought truly did frighten me a little and my erection died down just as quickly as it came.

I didn't know the answers to any of these questions, but that's what life is. A series of questions you're both afraid and excited to find out the answers to.

Moments later Ashley came back into the room. She was crying and could barely hold herself together.

"Are you okay?" I asked as I kissed her on the forehead and rubbed her arms as I held her tightly. How could I ever stop wanting her, I wondered as I savored our embrace.

She nodded. "We said our goodbyes. It was pretty mutual, he wanted to end it just as much as I did. Just awful timing." She cried again.

This was a lot to take in for one day. It was hard to say goodbye no matter what the circumstances.

"Let's get out of here." I said softly trying to change the mood. "Where do you want to go?"

She looked up and handed me an envelope.

"What's this?" I asked.

"Mark gave me these before we said our final goodbye."

I opened it and found two first-class tickets to Paris. The ones he must have bought from Shannon. "He just gave you these?"

She nodded. "So what do you say? Care to join me on my honeymoon in France?"