J got up, “I’m going to take a shower. I won’t be long. Stay here,” she said, wrapping a towel around herself and walking out of the door.
The door didn’t latch when she pulled it behind her. Instead, it stayed open just enough so that I could see into the hallway. Not long after the shower started, J’s roommate walked down the hall. She was wearing a different shirt, which was shorter. I could see that she had a thong on, and now I could see all of her ass. She had the most perfect ass I’d seen in a long time.
I lay in J’s bed, stroking my hard cock. It was still wet from J’s pussy. It took me about a minute to decide to take a chance with the roommate. I didn’t bother putting clothes on when I got up and walked to the hallway, looking for her.
I found J’s roommate in the kitchen, making a pot of coffee. Her shirt was longer now, it covered almost all of her ass, and when she turned toward me, I could barely make out the fabric covering her pussy. Had she been holding her shirt up in the hallway, hoping I was looking?
I was the first to speak, “Sorry, we were so loud last night.”
"You should be more considerate when you’re in someone else’s house,” she replied.
“I tried to get her to be quiet. I am sorry,” I told her.
“I meant you could have put some clothes on,” she said, looking me up and down.
“Oh, well, after last night, I thought you might want to see for yourself,” I said, walking closer to her, “I was hoping you’d come in last night.”
“I’ve seen and fucked a big dick before,” she said, backing away from me.
“I’ve never seen an ass as perfect as yours,” I told her, still getting closer.
“Who told you to look at my ass?” she asked, backing into the corner of the kitchen counter. She put her hands on the edge of the countertop.
“I thought you wanted me to look,” I said, getting close enough to her that my hard cock brushed against her.
“I can have any man I want. Why would I want you?” she hissed, “Janice hasn’t been here ten days yet, and you’re one of a dozen men she’s brought home already. You’re nothing special.”
“Don’t be a bitch,” I said, reaching between her legs, which she had spread slightly. “It doesn’t become you. Besides, your mouth says one thing, but your pussy says something else.”
She bit her bottom lip but didn’t say anything about my hand, rubbing her pussy through her skimpy thong. Her panties were damp, and I could feel the heat coming off of her pussy. I heard a short, quiet moan escape her lips, and I knew she wouldn’t stop me.
I grabbed her by the hips and lifted her up onto the countertop. There was almost no effort at all on my part. She hopped a little and lifted herself with her arms, then rested on the very edge of the counter. Her panty-covered pussy was at just the right height. I grabbed my cock and rubbed it on the small patch of fabric that covered what I wanted, teasing us both. Her cunt felt hot on the back of my dickhead.
I pulled away from her enough to lift her shirt up so I could see the top of her panties. I grabbed the waistband on each side and pulled out, ripping them open and pulling the fabric away from her pussy. She had a neatly trimmed landing strip above her glistening wet pussy.