I'm Kate, Sam's flatmate, and close friend since childhood.
Sam and I became close friends in our first year at Area School. By the time we moved to secondary school, we could run down a hogget as well as any boy could. As most kids in our school, we both enjoyed going out hunting: if anything, more so than the boys as we really enjoyed the money from Possums, but the boys could carry and skin a Wallaby better than us. Bunnies were a pleasant hit too, as they tasted better than Possum, but a Wallaby would feed all of us.
We were best friends and didn't have any secrets.
We went to up VU and studied Chemical Sciences together and flatted with our school classmates Sarah, James, and Hogget. We were five country kids in the city.
We found that the uni boys were somewhat lacking as we wanted our heads and stomachs to be stimulated. A lot of the uni guys were not too bad in the conversation department. While we didn't expect them to be able to go to the coop and two hours later present the now late ex-inhabitant on the table with a decent accompaniment like our housemate boys and we could, we did expect a guy to be able to go to the freezer and follow the process from then on. Sadly, a lot of the uni guys had trouble with a microwave and a spud, which meant relationships fizzled due to that and our heavy coursework.
Sam and I weren't into flings: the idea of a quick one-off or very short-term root was not appealing. We wanted regular roots with the value-add bits too, even if not a full-on relationship.
Sam and I diverged paths after uni: she got a job with an offer to do her MA at the same time, I took the opportunity to do a through MA then doctorate, over the ditch at UM. But our friendship remained strong, and we video-called often. Sam would come over sometimes for a long weekend. We'd catch up over holidays back at our parents' places and go off shooting and camping for a few days, often coming back with 10kg of Possum fur, which meant a good top-up for my kitty. On these trips, we would bemoan the dating problem: Sam groaned that telling a guy she had a Master's in Chemical Sciences was a good way not to get another date. I concurred that saying I was doing my PhD in Mechanical Sciences meant guy went bye-bye.
When I got offered the job at RocketFactory, Sam was joyful and said that I could stay at hers, which meant the old days again. At the time, Sam was dating James. It was good for her that at least one of us had a BF.
But I had my side too. When I heard about a Taipan or Osprey going down on the news, I would be reminded of my times during my Masters when I would suit up board a Puma or -225 at Essy or Avalon to head out to the platforms. I would wonder whether this was the day that the gearbox or tailshaft would give out like other Pumas and 225s had done, and send us down in to the cold, turbulent Bass. I would hope that I remembered the Ditch Drill.
Sadly, Sam and James' relationship had fizzled, and she too was now single.
My dating performance was woeful in part due to my baseline and also that work was picking up as I had got promoted which meant frequent trips over to Long Beach or the Pads. Sam was nearing the end of her Masters, so like me, her interest and time for dating was low, but we were both on FS. It was just that it wasn't a high priority and no really good candidates to excite us far.
When Sam had texted me to say that she'd bumped into Tom on her run and hooked up with him, it was a surprise as they had never shown any non-running interest in each other, nor had there really been any opportunity for this to show as we never met Tom outside of The Dog. When they came back to our place the next day, it was obvious that there was a very powerful, horny flame that had been lit.
But I soon found out where they were getting at it as her watch sync'd to FitApp which automatically posted to Facebook and I could see the bits where their speed stopped and their heart rate shot up. They were very innovative and frequent.
Shortly after they started dating, Tom had hit James up for a coffee. After some small talk over the Flat Whites, Tom had looked James in the eye and got a nod. He said, "I'm seeing Sam. That's why I called."
James responded, "Sam and I were good, but we've done our time. You two are happy?" Tom nodded in response and James said, "I'm happy that you are," and shook his hand as they departed.
Two weeks after Sam and Tom had met, we were all at Tom's having dinner on his deck. Reba's What do you Say was playing in the background. We had got through the main and two bottles and we were having a fun time. Sam and Tom were flirting up a storm, and I was wondering if I should head for the annexe for the night so they could screw when Tom's mood suddenly flashed deep dark as if he was in shock.
Sam and I had talked about his flashes, and we wondered if it related to Jo. I made an excuse for the bathroom. By now, the song was in the middle verse. Sam got up, let her heart lead the way and whispered to Tom, "Jo? Classmate."
Tom nodded and Sam whispered, "We miss her, too. We were at the funeral." Tom's heartbeat followed the gently ascending steel guitar beat of the song and started lifting. Sam knew that he was trying to reconcile his enjoyment of her with his ongoing love of his late fiancé.
I could hear male and female crying outside as they opened up which caused me to cry from the back of the kitchen. A loud rap of Sam's knuckles on the deck was our code for all clear, so I came out and hugged Sam who by now was wrapped around Tom, consoling him. We stayed there for a while, our grief bonding us as the soulful Fleetwood Mac's Dreams played soothing our mood. The Corrs' more uplifting version followed, lifting our moods.
Then I left for the annexe to a fitful sleep as they curled up on the deck.
For Kelly, jealousy of Tom's ongoing love for Jo, amongst other reasons, had divided her from him. For Sam, though, they could talk about Jo and relive their good memories, so it bonded them. This would put the light at the end of Tom's occasional dark tunnels, and it helped turn their initial horniness to wide, deep emotional intimacy.
Likewise, my friendship with Tom grew as I too could make light of Jo with Tom when needed to break the darkness and allow Sam to complete the re-light of Tom's mood.
A few weeks later, after they began dating, it was an evening before I was due to fly out again that Sam and I had a girls' evening, and the bottle was half gone. She said that now she had a FB (well near enough a BF), I should go hunting on FS for FBs and that she would help me after another glass. I changed my Want profile to FB or dating. There were a number of guys that we thought might be hits on the FB score, so I ticked them and sent an intro.
Over the next fortnight away, six guys responded. I made it clear that I wanted someone to have fun with in and out of the bedroom regularly and I wasn't going to root on the first date. I told them that they had to be either single, or not exclusive with someone. This removed several candidates, leaving three that I arranged dates within the fortnight after my arrival. None of them were ideal, but all had valid attributes.
I decided I'd simply do what we did at work: we would get each core ready (email chat), then it went out for an initial test fire (first date). If the motors lit, there would be a stack (well, the guy would get a small view of my DD stack) and a pad fire (second date). Then it was launch time (launching my pussy to orgasm). Range Safety (condom) would be adhered to strictly.
I told them that a second date would be the day after a successful first date and I wasn't into bare at all, though I didn't tell them that I wanted to screw them at the end of the second date. I decided that for the first date, I would wear a work dress, so they had to impress me with their head. The second date I would wear something a bit lower cut and they would get a gentle view of my stack to start with! If things went well, I would get a good experience of their head I hoped.
The first date was Kevin. He was five years older than me, a marine engineer that came up for two or three days a fortnight at the shipyard near my office. He had done a few marathons and liked swimming which was a plus. He told me he stayed mostly in the Lagoon hotel, which I knew well, apart from the bedrooms, as RF used it for meetings.
We met at the hotel bar, and he was, as advertised, tall with short hair and runner-lean still wearing his smart clothes. I wore a fitted, formal black dress and heels that enabled me to look him in the eye. He greeted me with a kiss on the cheek, said "Nice formal dress," and smiled knowingly. We ordered martinis to start with as I needed a bit of courage for this first FB date. He asked about my trip, which I had got back the previous day and said that he had been down to NASSCO at San Diego a few times, but never to LA. The conversation flowed as we looked out over the lagoon over dinner. Sometimes his knee would gently brush mine and I would return the brush.
Soon it was 10 pm, and I was fading. He picked up on this and said that it was time for his bed, asked if I was free tomorrow. I said, "How about we run the Basin?"
The basin is a 3k loop. I had decided to see how fit he was. I was going to easy-run the first lap, then go hard on him on the second to see if he could keep up on the next lap. If he could, he could go hard on me in the room after.
We got up and agreed to meet at 5:30 pm after work. He kissed me on the cheek for goodbye and I close mouth kissed him on the lips briefly.
I had changed at work into my running bra and base shorts, then put some pocket shorts and a vest over the top. This was part of a haul I had got from the Outlet at Dana when I'd taken the Amtrak south for the weekend shortly before Sam had met Tom. Sam had a slightly larger bust than me, but same likings, so I had bought some for her which had been the hit for Tom. The top of my bust was peeking out of the vest so Kev would get a slight view of my stack. I left my bag in the car and zipped my key into my pocket.
I saw Kev in the entrance wearing a singlet and shorts. He walked to me and gave me a friendly hug and said "You look good today," and I saw a slight bulge in his shorts.
I released slightly and gave him a brief closed mouth kiss. We set off down the hotel's grassy bank and jumped onto the basin pathway, chatting as we went along. I kept my heart rate in the 140s - high enough to get a workout, low enough to still chat. As we reached the hotel at the end of the lap, we were both sweating, which caused his top to cling to his chest and my vest to cling to my bust. I could see the lump in his shorts had grown.
I stopped and kissed him on the mouth, which he returned. We started running and I decided to take off my vest, which I stuffed in my shorts pocket and undid the front zip slightly, so he got a better view of my stack. He smiled at the view, and I could see his lump grow.
Now to see if you've got it, I thought as slapped him on the arse and shot off heading rapidly into the 160s. Kev caught up and ran his hand over my shorts as we hammered round the basin. I saw the lump grow, so I opened out my stack a bit more. As we got three-quarters around, he called out "Left", ran his hand up my arse and dived off onto a side path. I sprinted after him and caught him. Ahead were the loos. He stopped and grabbed me, spinning me into his face and kissed me open-mouthed. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him hard which he returned. I could feel his growing dick against my shorts, and we soon got into a lustful fuck me kiss.
He released me and opened the toilet door. Once we were in, he locked it and kissed me hard, grabbing my bust with his hands. As I returned the kiss, I grabbed his ties and undid the shorts, then shoved my hands down and pushed the shorts off his huge dick. I was shocked it's still not fully grown length and width and wondered if I was going to be able to take it fully. He roughly fondled my bra, tweaking my protruding nipples that sent a shudder all the way down and through my clit. He unzipped me and carried on roughing my bare tits and giving me shudders as he massaged my engorged nipples. We kissed and harder as I tooled up his expanding cock which my wet pussy wanted now.
"Spaceman, suit up," I moaned and slid off my shorts.
He disengaged and found the condom in his shorts, which he unwrapped and slid on.
He pushed me against the wall and kissed me hard. I kissed him hard as he lifted me up and shoved his cock deep into me. I moaned gently as he held me against the wall and on his cock, our kissing becoming harder and faster. He thrusted deep into me, then dropped slightly out and started the short, hard fucks against my walls as we madly kissed and I tensed against him, moaning gently so I didn't make it too known that I was getting fucked by serious hardness and length. Soon, his thickening and elongating cock was fucking deep and hard into my tightening pussy as I hammered his mouth with my tongue.
My pussy was getting vibrated like the pad does when the engines are at T-20 and later and the rocket still attached, but my clamp was definitely holding hard thump, thump, thump as his cock hammered deep and hard into me. Soon my Deluge System started activating as my orgasm started. I felt his balls twitch as he shot is precum into the condom, which made me shiver. His pumping speed increased, causing my orgasm to deepen and my moans to grow louder and he shot into me causing another shudder. I kissed him harder and squeezed the cock that was filling me completely causing him to shoot again and me to moan. He shot his final load into me as I reached my apex.
