A slut’s tale…Stephanie (Part 1)

WOW…thanks to all for the positive reads and all the great comments. I love the one who he said he fucked his wife so good after reading my story. I wonder if she was reading it too or if she knew the reason? Shout out to all the forum responses I got as well.

These next two stories involve my best and closest friend, Stephanie, whom I still love and miss so very much. Honey, despite all that you did to me, I still love you with all my heart

[I know that technically, this shouldn’t be in the ‘wife’ category. But it is my story…and I’m posting all in that category, and others, for consistency.]
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So you may be wondering how a small town gal grows into sex craved, cock loving, pussy needing, whore. One person is solely responsible…my college roommate and best friend and lover, Stephanie. We both starting college without any hometown friends, os we were both ‘alone’ at school. You could say that our friendship was forced upon us a random roommates. Certainly if fate hadn’t pushed us together we never would have become friends and my life would be vastly different. She was everything I was not (much like my husband I guess). Strong & confident (sexually I mean), attractive, amazing breasts, legs to die for, long blonde hair, eyes that would melt through snow on the coldest day or the hardest of hearts. At 5-7” and 115 lbs she knew what she had and proudly put it out there for anyone to take.

Her and I lived in an open floor plan (no wall divider). Simple basic college dorm room for two…two beds, two dressers, two closets, two desks and no privacy. At first the lack of privacy bothered me a bit. We also lived on a co-ed floor but with single sex bathrooms. The bathroom scene was private enough and though I would wear an over-sided robe back to our room, Stephanie would confidently walk back only wearing a way too-small towel. At first I would try to be casual about changing in front of her, but Stephanie immediately from the first night put it all out there. She would do her hair and make-up completely in the nude. Her perfect ass, runway strip patch, awesome perky tits…all out there for me to see. I don’t believe she was displaying them for me per say, I just believe that was just who she was.

The first few nights she asked me to join her at the bars, I said no. Too much studying, early class, etc. The truth was I was too scared to be with here. Her slutty dresses and provocative clothing meant only one thing. Now I was no stranger to sex. I had a few boyfriends in high school and fucked some of them, but I wasn’t prepared to put myself out there like that. Truth be told, I was still pouting over my ex-boyfriend.

The first two nights she went out and didn’t get back till 7am, I knew what she was did. I was probably even a bit jealous. The next night, when she came in at 1:30am with a guy and started making out in the middle of the room, my heart started to race. I said to myself, “oh my god, is she going to fuck him in front of me?” I was unsure if I should leave but, it seemed awkward to get up and leave. It seemed safer to pretend I was asleep. I could hear them kissing a few feet from my bed. I heard a zipper being undone. In the moonlight, I could see her silhouette and her arms risen in the air as he removed her dress. I watched her in the moonlight drop to her knees, lower his pants and start to suck on his cock. Her actions were eye-level to me and only a few feet from me. I was unsure if she knew whether or not I was watching her blow this guy in front of me. I watched her stroke his cock and watched it disappear in her mouth only to have it reemerge. She licked the head and rubbed his balls. She was definitely a pro at a sucking cock (I felt jealous) and as she rose, I swear she looked at me with a smile.

My cunt was on fire, but I dare not move. I had only sucked on one cock before and I am sure I wasn’t very good at it. I watched them move to her bed. In the white glow of the moonlight, I could see her legs raised in the air as he fucked her. It was so erotic being in a room as two people fucked. Today it is a common occurrence for me, but since was the first time…thinking about it still gets me wet (and yes I am!). I could hear her grunts with every thrust. I now know that was she trying to keep quiet for me, but I swear she was looking right at me the whole time he fucked her. They fucked on her back for what seemed like forever. Eventually she got up and rode him cowboy style. Then she turned around in a reverse cowboy. She was looking right at me. Her hands rubbing her tits and his finger played with her clit. Under the sheets my finger found my pussy, but I dare not be obvious about it. I so regretted wearing panties to bed, but as my orgasim built up, I stopped for fear of being caught. I felt like a pervert for watching and getting touching myself. It felt so wrong, yet it felt so right.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, they came. He got up and grabbed his cloths which laid on the floor close to my bed. The smell of sex and cum was amazing. It took all of my strength not to my move my fingers around my clit. He cock swayed just a few feet from my lips. When he left, I noticed she was wrapped up in her blankets, her heavy, steady breathing telling me she was asleep. I waited a few more agonizing minutes to ensure was she asleep before removing my panties and fingering myself to hard, albeit, quite orgasim.

I awoke the next morning to a sleeping Stephanie, and I got up and showered.