Quentin remembered the first time he met Samantha. It was 2019 and Quentin needed a place to stay, Samantha had an opening for a roommate, and a deal was struck. Sam asked only for the rent and nothing more. He was putting himself through college and she understood that every dollar mattered.
Both were enrolled in school nearby and they began attending together. They became more than just roommates. Sam found it comforting to have someone around who would keep her company and help her out from time to time. Honestly, she felt better with a big, strong man in the house and Quentin fit the bill. They did everything together from shopping and cooking and laundry to working out or biking. They were inseparable.
Quentin could never really talk to girls before but talking to Sam just seemed to come naturally. Something about her made him open up. She loved to listen to him talk. She hung on his every word, staring at his blue eyes enraptured by the story of his day. They talked about school and friends; they even talked about one another’s dates. They were polite and well-mannered and respected one another’s privacy. They watched out for each other like brother and sister.
They were happy.
Lately, Sam sensed that Quentin had something to tell her. At times he looked at her as if to say something but didn’t. She suspected he wanted to ask her on a “real date”. He had joked about that at one time. Sam thought maybe he wasn’t joking anymore. Honestly, she always thought of him as a close friend. Maybe it was time to move to the next level. They both had dates, but nobody steady. Why not hook up with each other? She started to formulate a plan and she would implement it tonight.
Although she kept the house neat as a pin, her room was a mess. Sam spent the next two hours doing a little laundry, cleaned up her room and put clean linen sheets on the bed. Sam looked at the fresh bed and smiled. If all went as planned, she would leave a big wet spot right in the middle of them in just a few hours. She sat back in her gaming chair, cross-legged, checking out her room. It was perfectly clean with a faint scent of lavender emanating from the sheets. She still had to take a shower and do her hair. But first she needed a little break.
Sam leaned back and closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, enjoying the fresh scent. Her hand slid down over her taut belly and under her waistband to her soft, furry pussy and felt it begin to respond, opening like a flower, dew forming on the petals. She stroked herself with her left hand, up to her clit and back down to her moist opening. Her fingers slid lazily up and down her slit and began rubbing her stiffening clit.
Her pussy was primed now; she continued stroking while her right hand pinched her hard nipples, sliding down, down, down to her wet hole. She slipped three fingers inside and tickled her G-spot inside. A few minutes later, Sam started to cum, her body wracked in orgasm, she continued stroking herself until she was too sensitive to touch.
She licked the juices from her soaked fingers and stretched like a cat after licking itself clean. She stood and tossed her panties in the hamper. It was time for a shower.
Samantha had a routine where showers were concerned. It was actually more like a ritual. She didn’t like the idea of using chemicals or toxins to cleanse her body, so all of her soap and hair products were made from all-natural ingredients. She didn’t use scented soaps because she didn’t want to conceal her natural scent. She never wore make-up or perfume. She took pride in presenting a clean, fresh all-natural appearance.
Her ritual went like this: First, she tied her hair up in a messy bun, turned on the shower full blast and jumped right in. She loved jumping into a cold shower. The hard spray of cold water invigorated her and left her feeling refreshed. She did five minutes of deep breathing exercises before she turned on the hot water.
She thought about shaving, taking it all off, but decided against it. She wanted Quentin to see her au naturel the first time, so she trimmed her little blonde muff short and neat.
She scrubbed herself from head to toe. Sam made sure she was clean from top to bottom, inside and out. Now it was time to do her hair. She always washed her hair twice. The first time she used shampoo and scrubbed it good. The second time she used a conditioner which worked wonders when it came to brushing her hair out later. Her hair was long enough to reach mid-back, but not so long that it was a chore to wash. She rinsed off, shut off the water and wrapped her hair in a towel. She toweled off dry and sat on the bed.
Samantha stood in front of her full-length mirror brushing her long hair and admiring her fit, trim body. She didn’t have huge boobs and big booty like some girls did, but she thought she looked pretty good just the same. A petite girl with a sexy figure, she had no trouble getting dates. She thought about her dates and the sex they had.
She loved sex and was a willing karakoçan escort and enthusiastic partner. She loved kissing the guys and letting them touch her and kiss her and suck her boobs. Her boobs looked big on her and the guys loved them. She could cum just from having them sucked. She rarely let the guys get into her pants, but she often brought them off with a hand job or a BJ. She loved making a guy cum all over her hand and lick it off right in front him. None of them resisted when she gave them hot, wet cum kisses afterwards.
Sam loved the taste of cum, and the feeling of a guy’s hot, hard cock shooting off in her mouth would often make her cum right along with him. Sometimes she would encounter a guy with an especially nice cock and would reward him with a hot fuck. She loved taking charge and riding his cock so she could control the action.
Many guys came quickly but could keep right on fucking, coming inside her several times before she finally let loose a flood of cum all over their lap! She was highly sexed, always on a hair-trigger. She was very sensitive and typically experienced female ejaculation during her orgasms.
She enjoyed sex and was comfortable with her bi sexuality. Sometimes she would pursue a particular guy or girl and when she set her sights on someone, she always got her them. She had her sights set on Quentin now and she was going to get him too.
Sam was trying to decide what to wear. She usually just wore panties and a t-shirt with sweats around the house. Tonight, she was going to grab Quentin’s attention with an outfit he had never seen before. Sam had a thing for silk, denim and leather and she had outfits of all three. She decided to go with an outfit that she knew would do the trick.
She finished brushing her hair and went to get her phone off the charger. He would be home soon. She texted him and told him to come straight home, because she was ordering in Thai, and he didn’t have to stop and pick up dinner. He texted back saying he would be home in an hour. Sam could barely contain her excitement. She looked through her denim collection and settled on a denim miniskirt and a denim crop top. She added a black leather choker and nothing else. Sam was going commando and Quentin was going to love it.
Quentin was a bright student. He was a fast learner and it showed in his perfect GPA. Learning came easy to him and he looked forward to the challenges of college. He earned extra money tutoring students after school. He was a patient tutor, able to explain even the most difficult concepts so they were easy to understand. He was well liked and popular, and even managed to squeeze in some time for dates. He had always enjoyed school and had fond memories of his friends and teachers back home.
His parents were hard-working, blue-collar folks. They were by no means poor, but they were certainly not rich either. They always taught him to save his money, so when he held odd jobs or worked during the summer, he would set money aside for savings. Between him and his parents, they saved enough to send him to college. They would take care of tuition, and he would pay for living expenses. He figured he had enough saved to last the first two years, and he could work after hours to earn his way through the next two. He would live alone off-campus. He was actually pleased about this because he was afraid the distractions of living in a dorm or frat house would interfere with his studies. He knew off campus living would be expensive so he was hoping to share a place with a roommate to help pay the bills. He never dreamed his living arrangements would work out so well.
Quentin almost missed the ad on the campus website.
It read “Roommate wanted. Monthly rate. Samantha (555) 555-5555”.
The ad didn’t say how much, and Samantha was a girl’s name, so she was probably looking for a female roommate. But Quentin was running out of time before classes started, and this was the only ad he found.
He sent a text hoping to get a quick response. His phone rang almost immediately. It was Samantha. She briefly described the room and the neighborhood. She said if he wanted to discuss cost, he would have to do so in person. She gave him the address and he went over to check it out. She didn’t mention the fact that he was male, so he wasn’t sure if she was a realtor or landlady or what. He assumed she must be an older woman to be able to be the homeowner.
The street was in a quiet neighborhood. It had huge trees which provided shade in the summer and it was just a short bike ride to school. The house was an older ranch-style home with a large screen porch on the front and a garage to the side. A big oak tree allowed the morning sun to fall on the front of the house, and shade it in the heat of the afternoon.
He climbed the three steps up to the screen porch where a few chairs and a porch swing were set up for folks to sit and enjoy the summer breeze. There was a mountain bike parked towards the far end. The inside karaköy escort door of the house was open, with a screen door admitting the cool breeze.
He knocked on the screen door and a few minutes later a girl around his age opened it. She was just a little thing, maybe five feet tall with bright, green eyes and long blonde hair tied back in a loose ponytail. She was wearing gray low-cut baggy white sweats and a pink crop-top, which did nothing to conceal her ample bosom and trim figure.
He said, “Hello, I’m Quentin.”
He could not stop his eyes from giving her the once over, slowly roaming down to her bare feet and back up to her face. She was standing there holding the door open, watching him stare at her boobs. When he finally looked up. She was grinning at him and she smiled as they locked eyes.
Quentine smiled back at her and said, “I’m here to see Samantha.”
He figured this girl must be the daughter or sister or granddaughter or something. She just smiled and held the door open wider, letting him pass and followed him inside. She hooked the screen door and turned around to face him.
He turned to face her and she offered her hand, “Hello, I’m Samantha.”
Quentin took her hand in his for a polite handshake.
“Hello, I’m Quentin. I am so sorry for that. I didn’t mean to stare.”
Samantha laughed it off and said, “No worries, Quentin. Follow me.”
She turned and led him through the house. Even in baggy sweats, Sam’s ass was fine and Quentin could not stop starting at it.
He thought, ‘Dammit, Quentin! Don’t fuck this up!’ and he did his best to behave himself.
The front door opened into a large living room. It had a beautiful light oak hardwood floor throughout. It was open all the way back to the kitchen. There was the living room, a dining room complete with a table and chairs and a large eat-in kitchen. The back door led out to a deck in the back. It looked bigger inside than it did outside, and it was bright and inviting. The bedrooms were actually on either side of the living room running the full depth of the house.
Near the front door, a door on each side of the room led into the bedrooms. There was another door at the dining area, and one that led out to the deck. When entering the room, there was a sitting area where one could sit and read or watch TV or work on a laptop. It had a small loveseat and coffee table. An island with two stools separated the front room from the bedroom which included a closet and a bathroom. Sam’s room was on the opposite side of the house. Numerous full-height windows ensured the large house was well lit. Sam kept clean linens on them at all times.
Quentin was impressed. He turned to Samantha and said, “It’s perfect, but how much is it?”
Sam said, “Well, the utilities are all included, so you don’t have to worry about that. Why don’t you tell me how much you can afford per month? I’m sure we can work something out.”
They came to an agreement and Quentin moved in the next weekend. He only really needed his clothes and personal stuff and his bike. Sam took care of the rest. She was happy to have someone to talk to. She didn’t really know anyone here either and Quentin seemed nice enough. It took little time for them to adjust to having a roommate. Soon school started and they got into a routine, doing almost everything together.
Quentin flashed forward to the present. He was eager to get out of the friend zone and get into Sam’s personal space. He had been thinking about this for weeks. If he couldn’t have her, he would have to leave. He simply could not go on like this. He wanted to make a move and today was the day. He could barely focus in class. After class, he was going to the florist. He was going to surprise her with flowers – red roses – and tell her exactly how he felt. He knew he was risking it all and he would just die if she rejected him. He was daydreaming when she texted. He was glad she thought to order food because it hadn’t crossed his mind. He would cut out now for the florist and maybe get home a little early.
Sam wasn’t sure exactly how this was going to go. She had enjoyed sex in the past, but this wasn’t just recreational sex. This time she felt like it was for real, like something was on the line. Was Quentin ready for this, or would she just scare him away? There was an element of uncertainty that she could not control; she was literally shaking with excitement.
It was a beautiful day so she had the windows open. She loved feeling the cool breeze blowing through the house as if to cleanse it, to refresh it. The white linen curtains moved with the breeze. She stood in her room looking out at the back yard. The light breeze caressed her skin, sending shivers up and down her spine, causing her skin to tighten and making her nipples erect. She was on a hair trigger and she was ready to go off at any moment.
Quentin picked up the bouquet of red roses at the florist and got an Uber home. He had it drop him down the street karaman escort so she wouldn’t see him arrive. He was hoping to catch her by surprise. They would typically meet on the porch and sit and talk about their day. She wasn’t there and he figured she was getting the food ready. Food was the last thing on Quentin’s mind. He silently opened the screen door and went inside. Sam was nowhere in sight so he took the roses straight to the kitchen and put them in a large white vase. He set them in the middle of the island and turned to dry his hands. When he turned back to the flowers, she was standing right there. His mouth opened and then shut again.
Just…wow. He had never seen her dressed like that!
He just stared thinking to himself “Please don’t wake up, don’t let this be just a dream.” He started to say something about the way he felt, but Samantha already knew.
She put her finger to his lips saying, “Shhhhhh”.
He just stared as she took her finger away and put her arms around his neck.
Her pretty green eyes looked into his bright blue ones and she whispered, “Yes, Quentin.”
The resulting kiss was a surreal out-of-body experience for both of them. They would never remember the physical kiss but mentally their spirits actually melded in four dimensions, the last dimension being love. When they regained their senses and control of their physical bodies, they were sharing the most passionate kiss of their lives. An animal lust overwhelmed them and it could only be resolved in one way.
Samantha wanted to eat Quentin all up. Her steamy French kiss turned into passionate kisses on his face and ears and neck. She started opening the buttons on his shirt and began kissing his chest and nipples and leaving love bites along the way. Quentin kissed and nibbled and sucked her ears and throat and neck leaving love bites of his own. He pulled her top off and tossed it on the floor.
Samantha’s breasts were truly spectacular. He had never seen such a luscious set of tits and he could not get enough of them! He felt her up, kissed them and nibbled her erect nipples leaving love bites on each one. She already had hickeys all over her neck, and now she had them all over her boobs too! She didn’t care. He was going to make her cum if he didn’t stop.
She moaned “Oh, Quentin. You are making going to make me cum if you keep that up.”
Sam pulled his shirt open and looked down, unbuttoning his pants. Her need to see and feel his cock was urgent. She was excited to feel its heft and get her lips around it and feel it in her mouth. She looked down and finished unzipping him.
Sam’s mouth started to water a little bit and so did her pussy. Her cut-offs were tight, and the seam was pressing against her love button, making her squirm. Quentin put his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her down to crouch before him. Sam loved the feeling of a man’s hands on her and being handled like that never failed to make her melt.
Samantha was a vocal lover and moaned loudly as she went down on him. She pulled down his jeans and grabbed his cock thru his boxers, feeling it through the thin fabric. It felt bigger than any cock she had ever seen. She rubbed her face against his bulge, and then her lips. He felt her hot breath on his rapidly hardening cock. When she pulled his boxers down, it sprung out and hit her in the face. She loved it. It was the first time she had encountered a cock this big.
She held Quentin’s cock with both hands and started stroking it. She wrapped her lips around the tip and started sucking it. She swirled her tongue all around the head and sucked it hard. She continued stroking and jacking him off in her mouth.
Quentin said, “Oh my God, Sam! You are driving me out of my mind!”
He was leaning back against the kitchen sink, humping against her face, his head tilted back and eyes closed, lost in Sam’s oral talents and loving every second.
She continued stroking him with her left hand and reached between his legs to fondle his heavy balls with her right. She inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of his manhood. Quentin moaned when he felt her hand on his balls. She gently lifted them and squeezed them and gave them kisses.
His manly scent filled her nostrils, her juices dripping from her wet hole, forming a puddle on the floor below her. She sat back a little so his cock stuck straight out. She held it and pointed the head directly at her mouth. She said, “Look at me Quentin.” She put his cock in her mouth and looked up at him with her big green eyes. When they locked eyes, Quentin started to lose it.
She pulled his cock out of her mouth long enough to yell at him, “Do it Quentin! Do it! Fuck my mouth! Face-fuck my pretty mouth!”
She shoved his dick back in her mouth just before he grabbed her head to do as he please. He gently pushed his long penis straight into her mouth and down her throat. Sam relaxed her throat and took it all without choking, so he pulled back out, then slid it all the way in again starting to pick up the pace, giving her exactly what she wanted — a mouth filled with hard cock. Her green eyes never left his as he started to cum. She locked eyes with him as he exploded. Sam hummed and moaned loudly and began swallowing Quentin’s massive load of hot gooey cum.