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My Horny Roommate Needed My Boyfriend, So I Shared

My roommate and I had become friends during our first year of college, and when we both developed crushes on the same guy in our freshman English class, we made a pact. Whoever he chose, the other would accept it without drama.

He chose me. I’d grown into my body over the years, all long legs and curves that I’d learned to show off. The platinum blonde hair I’d paid for with my loan money looked incredible with my tan skin. My roommate was pretty too, with her dark hair and fuller chest, but guys usually gravitated toward me.

Dating him was easy. He had this cocky grin and muscular arms that made me weak. I liked having my roommate tag along on our dates, though she kept telling me I didn’t need a chaperone anymore. I wanted her there, watching us together, because she comforted me.

She’d started hooking up with random guys after my boyfriend and I got serious too. I’d hear her complaining about how unsatisfying they were.

And she still wanted him.

One night, my boyfriend and I came back to the dorm after dinner. My roommate had gone to the library. We were in bed, and he was fucking me so hard that I was moaning louder than usual. I heard footsteps stop outside our door, then nothing.

When I looked at the gap under the door, I saw her shadow there. She was listening. The shadow moved slightly, and I saw her arm moving.

The next morning, I decided to confront her. “Why did you disappear last night?”

She turned red and said she needed to study, then left before I could say more.

Then she started wearing low-cut tops around the dorm, which she’d never done before. I saw my boyfriend’s eyes drop there frequently, then snap away fast.

I asked her about her new wardrobe and she just blushed. “I just wanted to feel confident.”

So I brought up a threesome to him one night after we’d fooled around.

“With your roommate?” he asked.

“She had a crush on you first. I think she’d be into it.”

His cock twitched in my hand. “I wanted both of you from the beginning.”

The following Friday, my roommate sat at her desk, studying biology while my boyfriend and I made out on my bed. I moaned loud enough for her to hear, and when I looked over, she was squirming in her chair, staring at us instead of her textbook.

“Hey, do you want to watch that movie with us?” I called out.

She set down her textbook and climbed onto the bed. My boyfriend patted the space between us. I sat on one side of her, and he sat on the other.

Five minutes into the movie, I started kissing him. My hand moved to his crotch, rubbing him through his joggers while my roommate sat right there between us. His arm stretched behind her.

She moved to get up. “You two can have the room.”

I grabbed her wrist. “No, stay if you want.”

My boyfriend’s hand slid up her inner thigh. Her breath hitched, and I grinned.

“We thought since you had a crush on him,” I said, closing the laptop, “that we could experiment a bit.”

“I had been the one to suggest it,” I added, meeting her eyes.

She nodded three times. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah.”

He kissed her then, his hands exploring her body. I moved behind her, kissing her neck while he kissed her mouth. His hands went to her breasts, groping her through her shirt, and I reached around to pull it over her head. I unhooked her bra.

“Take off your jeans,” I told her.

She kicked them off, and my boyfriend pulled her underwear down and tossed them aside. He rubbed her clit, and she gasped. I stripped naked and moved next to him, freeing his cock and stroking it while he fingered her.

I guided her hand to join mine on his shaft. She stroked him while he fingered her, and when she came on his hand, I kissed her deeply, feeling her moan into my mouth.

“Lay back,” I told her.

She did, and I leaned down to take him into my mouth while he kept fingering her. His cock was hard on my tongue, and I hollowed my cheeks, sucking him. He groaned and thrust his hips up.

I pulled off and looked up at my roommate. She was breathing hard and close to coming again.

“Watch,” I told her before taking him back into my mouth.

She came a second time, tensing and crying out. I pulled off and guided him to sit on the edge of the bed, then knelt on the floor in front of him.

“Do you want to join me?” I asked her.

She slid off the bed and knelt beside me. I took him back into my mouth, sucking him down before offering him to her. She wrapped her lips around him and bobbed her head up and down.

We took turns, then I suggested we share. We licked up and down his shaft together, meeting our tongues in the middle. When we kissed around the tip of his cock, he gripped both our heads and groaned.

“Cum on our faces,” I told him, stroking him quickly.

She sucked his balls while I worked his shaft. He tensed, and then he was cumming, streaks of cum landing on both our faces and tongues. I opened my mouth to catch some of it, and so did she.

When he finished, I leaned over and kissed her, tasting him between us.

She kissed me back.

I wiped some of the cum off her face with my bedsheet and grinned. “Next time, we’re going to focus on me.”