My Roommate’s Boyfriend

Dana has always been the 'good girl', which is why she never allowed herself to do more than look at Derek, who is dating one of her roommates. But one fateful night, her inhibitions are stripped away amid revelations about the true nature of her friend's relationship with the man. And she's now ready to give him something that his 'girlfriend' never would...

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I normally don’t like to go out and drink when my hormones were running particularly high. Didn’t want to risk doing something stupid because I was exceptionally horny.

And I was horny tonight.

I had my vibrator pressed up against my clit, the third time in less than an hour. The low buzzing sent waves of pleasure running through my body and I was so wet, I could feel my juices dripping on my thighs.

The orgasm came and I had just enough sense left inside me to make it a silent one. Covering my mouth with my free hand so that I would not scream and let any of my roommates know what I had been doing.

It was an empty release. I was still craving sex.

But there was no time for more.

My roommates were insisting that we had to party one last time together now that the semester was just about over. I was graduating, Kate and Ally each thought they might have one more semester left before they finished all their credits and Laura… well, let’s just say that Laura didn’t come to the university to get a degree.

I wasn’t entirely certain how she’d managed to reach senior year without flunking out. I never saw her study and if she went to class, I’d never witnessed that either.

Most of her time was spent looking for a man.

Not that she had to look far, whenever she wanted one. She could have just about anyone she wanted.

I tried one last time to pull up the zipper on my dress but it was hopelessly jammed. I stepped outside, looking for one of my roommates to give me a hand.

Instead, I stumbled into Laura.

And her current catch, Derek.

He was leaning up against the wall of our apartment, arms folded across his chest. His unhappy posture would have made it obvious that he wasn’t going with us, even if he hadn’t been dressed in a pair of denim shorts and a t-shirt.
Not exactly fitting the dress code of the club that we were planning to go to tonight.

“Aw, don’t be mad, baby,” Laura was saying. She did not seem to have noticed that I was there, and ran her hand down the front of his body. I watched her fingers brush over his chest, his stomach, and down to a rather impressive bulge at the front of those shorts.

Face burning, I hastily averted my gaze.