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When I was a sophomore in college, my roommate and I could not afford a two-bedroom apartment, so we got a one-bedroom and flipped a coin for who would get the bedroom. He won.

The living room was very large, so I made part of it into my *quot;bedroom,*quot; though it was not partitioned off. In fact, my double bed was right beside the door.

I had introduced this stunning dark-skinned brunette bartender Michelle to him that I dearly wanted myself, but Steve, being a veritable babe magnet, came home with her to our apartment early one morning after she got off from the bar.

I was very stoned and spanking the old monkey while lying on top of my bed with the bedspread still on when I heard their voices and his key slip in the door.

Completely naked with no time to hide and embarrassed to the max, I just lay there face up with a huge erection pretending to be asleep. They noticed right away and giggled.

I heard them walk over to the table and Steve, noticing the Hawaiian sensemilla and bong there, said to Michelle what potent weed it was and that I had obviously smoked Maraş Escort myself into oblivion.

A few moments later, I heard the bong gurgling as they helped themselves to several hits.

Then Michelle commented, *quot;From the looks of that flagpole, he doesn't appear to be in complete oblivion. Do you think he's having a sex dream?*quot;

*quot;Probably,*quot; said Steve, *quot;He's had rotten luck with girls lately. You know he has a big thing for you.*quot;

*quot;Really?*quot; said Michelle, *quot;I had no idea. He's too nice of a guy. If he wants to get laid, he needs to be more like you and take charge. Hell, I would've been delighted for him to jump my bones. You know I'm a wild woman.*quot;

If it were at all possible, hearing this, my dick got even harder, and I heard the bong gurgling again.

*quot;Wow, this is some incredibly strong herb, and it's sure making me horny,*quot; said Michelle.

*quot;Yeah, me too*quot; agreed Steve, *quot;It's that body-high kind, and it's mega-expensive.*quot;

More gurgling, and then Steve said, *quot;I dare you to jump his bones right now, but remember, I don't Maraş Escort Bayan eat pussy with cum in it.*quot;

There was a long silence punctuated only by some giggling, then I felt lips on my cock! Michelle (I HOPED it was her) was sucking my dick!!! And, man, what a great BJ it was--nice long wet strokes slowly going up and down. After several minutes of this, she stopped for a moment, I heard some rustling sounds, and I felt a hand grasp my cock at its base. Then a fabulous and very wet pussy slowly eased all the way down on me. (Whew--that HAD to be Michelle.)

I wanted so bad to see her beautiful brown body and feel those ta-tas and tiny ass but, of course, I was *quot;asleep*quot; and had to keep my eyes closed and hands down. She must have fucked me for a good fifteen minutes as I heard both her and Steve's muted laughing. It took every bit of willpower I could muster to keep from cumming in her soft, tight, drenching wet pussy.

Then she stops, and goes back to sucking me, faster and more vigorously this time, until I blow my load into her mouth. Coordinating Escort Maraş a shaft-milking one hand with a testicle-tickling alternate hand as she sucked hard and deep, she drank down every drop of cum. Pure ecstasy!!!

*quot;You are, indeed, a wild woman, Michelle,*quot; I hear Steve say, then I hear them go into the kitchen, crack a couple cans of beer (my beer, no less), and go back to his bedroom.

The next morning I was up frying some bacon when they saunter into the kitchen, she wearing nothing but my button down collar shirt that I'd lent Steve for his date. I made fried eggs and toast, too, and we all sat down to at the table and ate breakfast together.

I just couldn't help myself, so I said, *quot;Wow, Michelle, what a coincidence, I had a dream about you last night.*quot;

*quot;Really?*quot; she said, laughing, *quot;It didn't happen to be a WET dream, now was it?*quot;

*quot;Well, as a matter of fact, it was,*quot; I replied.

*quot;Dream on!*quot; taunted Steve.

They dated through the end of the quarter, and I would often spy on them fucking and sucking through the crack in his bedroom door that would not completely close shut. I never let on to either of them that I was actually awake the night of my *quot;wet dream,*quot; and they never uttered a word to me about it, either.

It was the only time I was glad that Steve had won the toss for the bedroom.