You Did What In My Bed? (part 1)

- I could hear the splashing sound with each and every thrust. The thought of her wet pussy made me harder than ever. We were making a filthy wet mess all over the bed, but neither of us seemed to care.

I pushed my cock in deeper and the splashing got louder and so did her screams. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it, the other hand firmly on her hip. She arched her back and let out a soft moan.

It all happened so fast, just moments ago we were two housemates standing in the kitchen. Now I’m laying over her, fulfilling her dirty little fantasy.

So maybe I should back up a little and start from the beginning.

In my early twenties I moved into a share-house with two other housemates.

The guy we’ll call Ben who was only there half of the time, and the girl we’ll call her Lizzy, was a primary school teacher fresh out of university.

Lizzy was your typical primary school teacher bubbly, sweet and a little bit quirky.

I worked split shifts, early mornings and evenings. Which was great because Lizzy and I were rarely home at the same time other than weekends, and Ben was barely there at all. I often had the place to myself.

A few times I noticed my neatly made bed would sometimes look as though someone had sat down or layed on it when I got home at night, but I figured maybe I’d used it during the day and forgotten.

When I saw Lizzy on weekends, I figured she was that friendly kind of girl.

She sat right next to me on the couch to watch tv insisting that she was cold, laughed at my jokes or simply went out of her way to do something nice. Not the worst housemate in the world…

It was on a Thursday night that I got home earlier than usual, as I opened the front door I heard Lizzy scrambling through the house in a mad rush. Maybe she was getting out of the shower and didn’t expect me home so early.

I hear her bedroom door slam shut as I step into the hallway. I make my way down the hall to my room, as I walk in I can clearly see, someone has been in my bed. It was obviously Lizzy… but why?

What could she possibly be doing laying on my bed in the evenings? It’s not like she slept there.

I spend the next half hour sitting on my bed scrolling through social media when I hear her go into the kitchen. I jump on up and make my way to the sink to pour myself a glass of water.

I tried my best to bring it up casually, but how exactly does one casually ask ‘Hey, have you been laying in my bed at night?’

“Uh, well, yeah.” she replied, with a guilty look on her face.

“Why” I asked? More confused than mad.

“Please don’t get mad”, she pleaded. “ I know I shouldn’t be in your room”

“I’m not mad… just confused” I said with a bewildered expression on my face.

“This is gonna sound kinda weird, so please don’t judge” she said, whilst looking at the floor. “Well, when no one else is home I like to lay in your bed and play with myself… It’s comfy and I like the smell of your pillow.” she looked up to gauge my reaction.

“So you like the way that I smell?” I asked, half confused, half flattered.

“Yeah, you smell great, it umm…” she cut herself off mid sentence, as if a little embarrassed.

“No, go on” I say with a bit of a chuckle.

“When I do it on your bed, it makes me cum really hard,” she murmured almost under her breath.

It’s at this point that I first noticed it. My cock is getting hard. Hearing Lizzy tell me she’s smelling my pillow and touching herself is actually making me horny. It’s kinda messed up, but I guess that’s what made it so hot.

I can’t tell you who made the first move. Whether I stepped forward or she did, but what felt like a moment later I was standing right infront of her. She looks up to catch my gaze and I say.

“Show me,” I say with a smirk as I take her hand, and lead her to my bedroom…

To be continued in part 2.