Date and Housemate 4: The Present

It's just after 7 am when I stir in the bed of the woman whom I had only just met the night before. Housemate lay asleep beside me. I go to use the bathroom and return to bed. As I hop back in, Housemate awakens.

Housemate: What time is it?

Me: Just after 7am.

Housemate: It's still early.

She falls back asleep. Now awake, I'm unable to fall back asleep. I find my phone and decide to reply to my Mates message.

Me: I'm still at Dates place and looking to have morning sex with her Housemate.

I fool around on my phone, checking out any new messages and profiles of others on the various mainstream dating apps. Cheekily checking out who else is in the area nearby.

After 30 minutes, Housemate wakes and goes to the bathroom. She returns and lays back in bed.

I use the opportunity to begin seducing her again.

I gently kiss her on the back of her shoulder. She gives a little moan to acknowledge the touch of skin with skin. I stroke her arm and kiss along it. She rolls over onto her back to open herself up to my gestures. I begin kissing her lips. Receptive to this morning unrest, she locks lips gently with mine.

I place my hand around her chin and cheek to kiss her. I slowly move it to her neck gently, as I don't know how she will react to this. She leans her head back to expose it for my hand to go around it. I firmly but gently press my whole hand to her neck. It's enough for her to feel my palm on the underside of her neck, but not enough to restrict any breathing as we haven't discussed this level of play with each other.

I kiss her lips with my hand on her neck, then move my hand down her body. My lips follow my hand, kissing down her neck, between and over her breasts, down her stomach, along her side, over her thigh to her knee.

I stop kissing and place my hands on the inside of each knee to open her legs apart. I look down at her in front of me, her pussy is now exposed. I begin kissing the inside of her knee and move up the inside of her thigh, one delicate kiss, taking my time with each. I want her body to register each one and take the time to savour each caress of my lips. With each kiss, my shoulders push the back of her legs up.

Without rushing, I make my way up her inner thigh. I reach my destination. Like an ice cream, with the tip of my tongue I gently touch her clit, enough to know I'm there. Her body reacts to this welcome sensor, her legs flex a little to close, but then quickly relax to give greater exposure.

Taking the tip of my tongue, I start at the bottom and rest it on her pussy lips to then gently glide it over the top. A balancing of my attempts to keep the slightest contact between her and the tip of my tongue, a gentle caress, from bottom to top and then over the clit. I go back down again, but this time, I place my tongue just a little further in her pussy lips, again bottom to top and over clit. I continue doing this, each time placing my tongue a little deeper inside her, until I finally have my tongue thrusting inside, licking the walls of her pussy, and running the full width of my tongue over her clit, lapping at her like a kitten lapping at a bowl of milk, using my fingers to slide inside her now wet and juicy pussy. The smell of her was insatiable.

My cock hard for some time, I stop and lift her legs in the air. I move my self in closer to her. With her legs over my shoulders, my knees straddle around her ass and I position myself to make her pussy the perfect bullseye for my cock. The tip of its head resting between her pussy lips, I thrust my hips forward to launch my love rocket inside her, balls deep. Housemate moans as I enter her.

I hold my position inside her, reposition myself on the bed to her and begin to roll my hips into the back of her upright legs. Finding my position, I look down at her, arms spread out on the bed, her boobs rolling back and forth like a lava lamp with each rhythmic movement of my pelvis hitting into the back of her thighs. It was mesmerising.

I find my rhythm and we enjoy the rolling motion of our bodies colliding into each other. There was no need to rush or change positions. only for us to enjoy the morning pleasure.

Me: Play with your clit.

Obeying, Housemate reaches between her legs and begins rubbing her clit. As I anticipated, this allows her to reach orgasm a lot quicker. As her body tells me she is about to orgasm, I begin to hasten my strokes inside of her. Just as she orgasms, I come inside her at the same time.

I place her legs on the bed and we lay down together in sweet unrest.

Me: Do you want to shower together?

Housemate: No, you shower. I just want to lay here.

I go in and shower. I here Housemate moving around as I finish drying myself. I walk into the bedroom and I can't see Housemate. I dress myself and go back out to the kitchen where only 8 hours earlier, we were drinking and undressing each other together. The bottles of spirits still sit on the bench.

Housemate: Would you like a coffee?

Me: Yes, thanks.

We sat down at the table and talked more. Housemate had a morning after glow about her, or perhaps it was the pink jumper she was wearing.

Me: How was it losing your virginity with a guy for the first time?

Housemate: Was it that obvious I hadn't been with a guy before?

Me: No, Date told me you had never been with a guy before, but told me you were bisexual, so I assume from what you told me about your work party encounter, you had been with a woman already.

Housemate: Oh my God, you worked all of that out?!

I smiled at her and she shyly smiled back at me as she took a sip of coffee.

Me: What are your plans for the day?

Housemate: I have lunch with my parent's for my birthday. What about you?

Me: I have to go home and then meet up with some friends to go go-karting with. Then come back and go into the CBD and meet up with friends to watch RiverFire.

Housemate: We can see the fireworks from here. Which reminds me, I need to start getting things done to meet my parent's.

Me: I need to leave shortly too. Is Date up yet? I need to say good bye before I go.

Housemate: I don't know. I'll see if she is awake.

Housemate leads me back to the room that shares a wall with hers. I didn't realise Dates bedroom was beside Housemates, meaning she could probably hear everything that was going on through the night and in the morning. Housemate opens the door and leads me in. Date is still asleep in bed as Housemate wakes her and she quickly stands up out of bed when she sees me.

Housemate: He wanted to say goodbye to you.

Date: I didn't realise you were still here.

Me: Yes, I'm still here. I just wanted to say good bye and thank you and Housemate for a lovely night.

Housemate walks out and leaves us talking.

Date: You realise the reason I asked you over, is because you were a present for my Housemate, don't you?!

I can't believe what I'm hearing. I felt like a piece of meat, a human toy to be gift wrapped and given as a present. Her possession to give to another person for sex.

I said my good bye and drove home. Suddenly everything started to fit into place like a Sherlock Holmes episode. Her telling me about her housemate, asking me to her Housemates birthday drinks after our zero date, the messages while at the concert she was sharing with Housemate, and finally the invite over to her place, the "where is your fuckboy" comment. All this time, I was to be a gift offering to have sex with her Housemate, as her first male lover.

But I also couldn't help to think about the interaction between Date and Housemate the night before. Housemate was clearly into Date. Date, while latent, was okay with Housemates involvement. Was there more going on here? Could this become something more regular?

When I got home, I sent Date my usual sms.

Me: Thanks to you and Housemate for a great night. Look forward to us catching up again.

I went off to go karting and to the fireworks that night. I still hadn't received a reply. Later in the week, I messaged again.

Me: Hi Date, wondering if you wanted to meet for dinner and drinks on the weekend? Happy for Housemate to join us.

A day later, I received a reply.

Date: Thanks, but I don't really feel like catching up with you again. All the best.

Me: I respect that. Would Housemate like to catch up for a drink with me instead?

Date: No, she isn't interested either.

While an anti climax ending to a possible ongoing hedonistic menage a trois with Date and Housemate, the evening nonetheless, and the story as a whole, will forever remain an unforgettable experience.

And if you're asking, "Did this really happen to him?!" The answer is yes. Albeit this happened in August 2018 when my body was far more toned, I would like to think physique and looks are not the be all and end all to why this encounter occurred. But I'll let you be the judge and to comment here.