The Housemate
This introduction serves as a direct continuation of my earlier sex stories. Essentially, I'm narrating the most intriguing and thrilling sexual experiences of my life in chronological order. I'll attempt to provide sufficient background for new readers to dive right in, but I apologize if I fall short. In summary, for the complete experience, you might want to start from the beginning. Thank you and enjoy.
The Roommate - A Sex Story
June 2002
In the summer of 2002, I was 22 years old and had been dating Belinda since I was 15. She was an incredibly beautiful Latina with wavy, dark brown hair that reached just past her shoulders, brown eyes, and a slim figure with a lovely set of B-cup breasts. We lost our virginity to each other about eight months into our relationship. In the summer of 1999, a spontaneous game of Truth or Dare led to a threesome with Belinda and her best friend, Marcela, another stunning Latina. This experience extended throughout the entire summer. A year and a half later, during the Christmas break, the three of us found ourselves together again, even though Marcela was engaged by then. After those encounters, no matter how great the sex was between Belinda and me, I couldn't stop thinking about having them both together again. It became an obsession, and I was always looking for a way to recreate that magic. If there's one lesson I've learned from this story I'm about to share, it's this: Don't hesitate. If there's something you want, pursue it relentlessly.
After the holiday break, Belinda returned to her school in Florida. Our relationship had been long-distance for several years, and I was feeling incredibly lonely. I had been frequently looking at the photos Marcela took of the three of us that night in December. One morning, it dawned on me that there was nothing keeping me in Texas. With Belinda still in school in Florida, I decided I was done with the long-distance relationship. I packed up my things and set out on the road, eager to start a new life and embrace the unknown. Belinda was thrilled about my decision too. She was living with her college friend from Poland, Kasia, in a three-bedroom apartment. Their third roommate had recently moved out, leaving a vacant room, so it made perfect sense for me to move in with them.
I arrived in April and met Kasia for the first time. Kasia had a very exotic accent. As I said before, I was 22 and Belinda was 23. Kasia was a little older than we were. She was 32. She had straight dirty blonde hair that hung to the center of her back, sky blue eyes and an athletic build. She was very bright and extremely open-minded and I found having conversations with her very pleasing.
Once I got settled in, the three of us spent a lot of time hanging out, drinking beer, and generally having a good time together. The nights were wonderful as well. Belinda and I made love very frequently and I was truly happy. Kasia would occasionally crack jokes about hearing Belinda and me having sex at night due to the thin walls in the apartment. Honestly, after so much time apart, we were fucking like jack rabbits. Life was going really well.
So here’s where everything started to get a little sticky.
One morning, I was sitting at my desk working when the phone rang. I was working from home at the time. I rarely answered the house phone because Belinda’s parents didn’t know we were living together and were a bit old fashioned. Belinda had already left for work and the phone kept ringing and ringing, so finally I picked it up. When I said hello, I was greeted by a woman’s voice speaking in what I could only assume was Polish. I figured the call was for Kasia, so I left my room and went across the living room and down the hall to her bedroom which was next door to Belinda’s.
I knocked and immediately heard Kasia’s voice through the door. “Yes?”
“Phone’s for you.” I answered. I was waiting for her reply when the door swung open, and I could not believe what I saw. Kasia was standing in the doorway wearing nothing but a pair of pink and white striped panties. If I had been drinking anything, I’m sure I would’ve spit it all over the place like they do in the movies. It was that kind of jarring surprise. Her skin was tan everywhere except for her breasts. She had a very distinct bikini tan line. Her legs were muscular and her stomach and arms were thin and toned. Her breasts were about the same size as Belinda’s, but unlike hers, Kasia had small pink nipples. She took the phone from me, smiled and said “Thanks.” Before turning around and closing the door.
I slowly walked back to my room, stunned. My head was spinning. I felt a bit awkward about it, but a part of me was already imagining what it would be like to be with her. I wasn't sure if I should tell Belinda about it. The last thing I wanted was to disrupt our happy home. Then, I wondered if it was some kind of test. Maybe Belinda had set it up to see if I would confess. I thought about it briefly before my mind wandered to new fantasies about being intimate with Kasia. I got so worked up that I hurried into my private bathroom to relieve myself while thinking about her.
When Belinda got home, I decided to tell her what had happened. It turned out it wasn’t a test. Belinda just laughed it off, saying that Kasia had always been very free-spirited and sometimes did things like that. She told me it wasn’t a big deal to her if it wasn’t to me. I told her it wasn’t. Maybe it should have been.
Over the next couple of months, I saw a lot more of Kasia’s body. As I mentioned, I was working from home, so I was in the apartment almost all day. It soon became very clear that Kasia wasn’t terribly fond of wearing shirts in the house. There was even a time when I was eating breakfast at the kitchen table one morning when she had come out of her bedroom completely naked just to get a bottle of water from the fridge. I’m almost ashamed to admit that I jerked off twice that day.
So that was how it went for a good long while. I would stay out in the living room all day trying to catch a glimpse of Kasia passing through and then run back to my little bathroom and rub one out. Then Belinda would get home and we’d all hang out for a while, then Belinda and I would go back to my room and have sex. Life was good. There was never any awkwardness between Kasia and me. It usually seemed like she wasn’t even aware that I was there, let alone staring at her body and crafting erotic fantasies of the two of us in my mind. Yes, life was very good indeed.
It was a Friday night and the three of us had planned to hit the town. We all got dolled up and hit the strip. We didn’t really go out all that often, so when we did, we made it count. Belinda was wearing a skin tight black mini dress that was basically a skin tight black tube that covered her from her breasts to just below her ass. Kasia was wearing a denim mini-skirt and a lacey black top with spaghetti straps. They both did their night club make up thing and looked insanely hot. We went out and hit bar after bar, dancing, drinking beer, tequila, and whatever other drink we could come up with and by closing time, we were all pretty shit-faced. We took a cab home and ended up congregating in the kitchen of the apartment.
