Only months after starting college, My brother, Jason, was killed in a car accident leaving me and Zeke alone to fend for ourselves. Zeke happened to be a roommate in the house we were all living in and was almost like a brother to me. Zeke and I had well paying jobs, I was a bartender and Zeke made plenty of money as a real estate agent. Zeke was on the wild side and was always in and out of relationships with several women (and popping several cherries). I, on the other hand, was still a virgin and no matter how many times men offer to help me give it up, I turn them down. I just haven't found the perfect guy for me yet. We split the bills evenly, lucky enough to realize that we didn't have to pay mortgage.
After my brother's death I became utterly quiet. My usual loud and carefree personality was thrown out the window, and Zeke hated every second of it. He would try tickling me, starting random conversations, taking me out to dinner on the nights I didn't have to work my shift. But I continued to shun the world and was, most of time, ready to kill myself. Zeke still didn't give up hope To feel in that void i began to masturbate and Zeke began to seem more and more attractive. He skipped outings with friends and his girlfriend (who just recently dumped him) to make sure I was safe. Which meant for him no more sex.
Zeke without sex is like fish without water. The maximum Zeke could ever take without having sex is probably 3 weeks max and he was on his 7th week, itching to dump his load inside of a wet pussy. I even though I was single, I became extremely horny quite frequently around him. Eventually I had to reduce myself and masturbate to ease my sex cravings. I often end up sitting in his lap just to have the feeling of his body against mine when we watch TV together. Mind you, Zeke’s body is completely built. So my lust for him was extremely strong. Up till now he was the only person I wanted to have sex with. Zeke also seems to be attracted to me as well; I catch him from time to time staring at my body, examining my breast. His body would brush up against mine and I could feel his erected shaft press against my waist when he gave me a hug.
One night after my shift I went home and decided to get drunk a bit. No one was home but me. After a couple of beers (3 of them) I got a little tipsy. I was also getting extremely horny, a lot more than usual and of course decided to go and masturbate inside of my room. First I took a shower a walked around the house practically naked with nothing but a silk robe that caressed my hourglass hips. My breasts were tight and firm and I began to pinch them softly as I open my legs and slowly began to rub my wet clitoris. I softly moan just imagining what it would feel like to have a Zeke’s cock inside of me, having him thrust deeply inside of me and spilling his cum all over the place.
Only seconds away from cumming Zeke opened the door of my room and I quickly close my legs with my hand slowly ceased from rubbing my clit. Zeke didn't say anything but walked slowly up to me. He gently nudged for me to open my legs and I did, slowly opening then and revealing my soaked pussy. I don’t know if the smell of my wetness got to him, but before I knew it, he was already kissing the inside of my legs ready to nibble at clit.