I Was Supposed To Be Furious... But I Spread My Legs Instead.

This was one of the most unexpected hookups I've ever had, and not being able to tell many people around me exactly what happened, I just needed to get this off my chest in all its detail because it’s driving me crazy. My apologies in advance for the lengthy post, but I was just trying to capture the chemistry I felt in those moments as best as I could. I'll refer to myself as L in the story.

A little more than a year ago, I started rooming with one of my closest friends, Jen. We were very different....Jen's Asian, with an average build, olive-toned skin, and short black hair cut above her shoulders. She comes off as a little reserved, but she was a classic Type-A otherwise. I’m kinda the opposite in almost every way. I moved through life with a more relaxed vibe, with my long, flowing hair, light ivory skin, and a toned body shaped by yoga and exercise. I’ve always been the kind of girl who gets noticed, though I don’t usually make a big deal about it. Somehow, despite our differences, rooming together has been great. She keeps the place spotless, and I try to be a good roommate too—leaving little heart notes on the fridge, baking cookies, and keeping things spontaneous and fun.

Jen’s been dating Andrew for almost two years. Andrew's Korean-American, lean and athletic with dark hair and warm brown eyes. On the surface, he’s the perfect boyfriend. Thoughtful, reliable, and always doing sweet things for her. Honestly, if I saw him at a bar, he’s the kind of guy I’d probably let buy me a drink or two. But I’d noticed the way his gaze lingered on me when Jen wasn’t looking. Tracing my legs, my chest, the way my clothes hugged my body. He thinks he’s subtle, but I catch him every time. It used to give me a quiet rush, and I’d often tease him innocently, bending over in short lounge shorts or laughing extra playfully at his jokes. Oh I loved the way he struggled to maintain his composure, and as a fun thought, I sometimes wondered what was going through his mind.

I would find out on this one sweltering morning during the school year. Jen had campus events most of the morning and would be out for a few hours, and I came home earlier than expected from my last class. I was wearing a cute summer top that hugged my figure and a short pleated white skirt that showed off my toned legs. The moment I stepped inside, cool air rushed over me. I’d turned the AC off before leaving, so I was confused, until I saw Andrew’s shoes kicked off by the door. Then I heard something...like faint, heavy breathing coming from my bedroom.

My heart skipped as I crept quietly down the hall and cautiously peeked through the slightly ajar door.

There was Andrew, standing over my laundry basket. His body was angled just enough for me to see everything. One of my dirty black lace thongs was pressed tightly against his face as he inhaled deeply. A pink pair was wrapped around his hand at his crotch, stroking steadily. I couldn’t see his cock clearly from where I stood, but the swaying motion of his arm left no doubt.

Revulsion hit me hard, and I screamed, “What the actual fuck, Andrew?!”

He jerked back in panic. I didn’t wait. I spun around and stormed down the hall into the living room, my pulse racing with pure shock and disgust. He stumbled after me, frantically yanking up his shorts and stammering.

“Oh fuck!! L—wait! Please, fuck, I’m so sorry—I thought you were still in class—I...”

I stopped near the couch, arms crossed tightly over my chest. “Why the fuck would you go into my room like that?? And jerking off with my dirty panties?! And sniffing them like some creep??”

Andrew trailed after me, still adjusting his clothes, his face flushed with shame. “L—I know how awful this looks. I can explain."

My mind was spinning and I couldn't even hear what he said before I cut him off. "Why the fuck would you do that?! I’m telling Jen right now. This is disgusting!"

"Please don't!" He shouted before realizing he raised his voice and raised his palms to regain composure before continuing. "Please don't... I know I fucked up, L. You have every right to be mad, but I can explain..."

I glared at him, phone in hand, my finger hovering over Jen's contact. But the raw desperation in his voice made me hesitate. I waited for him to go on, already ready to dismiss anything he possibly has to say. He swallowed hard and uttered "L—I just...I just can't stop thinking about you."

Those words threw me off balance, momentarily veering my anger off track. "You can't stop thinking about me?" I repeated, my voice sterile, without the longing in his tone.

He continued to open up, his voice shaky at first, but intense, like the words had been bottled up for too long.

“First of all, I'm really sorry. But I’ve had the biggest crush on you since the day I met you. Jen’s amazing, but you L... you’re everything. Your long blonde hair, that bright smile, your perfect body. I think about you all the time. I know it's so fucking wrong, but I can't help it."

The confession hung heavy in the air as my stomach twisted. I opened my mouth to tear into him, but the words got caught in my throat. The raw desperation in his eyes, the way he was looking at me like I was the only thing he wanted in the world, made my finger freeze just above the screen.

"But you're Jen's boyfriend!! Hello?! Jen?? You know, the girl right there?" I pointed to a framed photo of her across the room as I enunciated, trying to make it as clear as I can. I shifted my weight towards the couch and sank into its cushions as he continued, his eyes still staring into mine, never even bothering to look at the picture I was pointing to.

"I've tried to stop, I swear. But you're just...so fucking hot. The way you laugh, the way you dress, how the smell of your perfume always trails behind you. I know I shouldn't be saying this, but being around you drives me crazy. Just the thought of you cheers me up even on my shittiest days. Jen doesn't do that for me."

I begged my cheeks not to start blushing. Part of me wanted to scream at him for the boundaries that he's crossing. But hearing him admit this, something dangerous was beginning to shift inside me. Jen's perfect boyfriend was standing here, risking everything, confessing that I was his fantasy.

I bit my lip, trying to hold onto my anger. "Andrew...this is so fucked up," I whispered, but my voice had lost its sharpness. Andrew must have sensed the slight shift in momentum as he continued to maintain the initiative.

"I know, L... but I just wanted to feel you, and in a fucked up way, this was the only way I knew how, even if it was just through your...clothes." He paused for a moment, tiptoeing around my reaction.

I scoffed at the way he reduced this invasion of privacy to simply his attempt at getting closer to me. However, my initial repulsion had all but washed away, now being replaced by a growing curiosity.

"Oh psh, yeah, clothes..." I jeered sarcastically. "They're my fucking panties you pervert!" I retorted in a tone carrying almost no bite, and I hated that instead of expressing disgust, I sounded almost playful, as if I was bantering.

"I mean at first I wasn't going to, but they were just right there and they were so skimpy and so sexy!! L, I'm dying here... look at you! And I know I shouldn't be saying this, but I've just..." he reasoned, stopping a bit as if he was trying to find the words to say what he's about to say. "...just always wondered for so long what it would feel like to actually touch you...to taste you."

The raw desperation in his voice was unexpectedly arousing. I had always wondered if he wanted me, but seeing him completely undone by me like this made the naughty L inside me scream for more. "You've really thought about me that much?" I said softly.

"Constantly," he breathed, his eyes scanning my body with a hunger that felt primal. "You're so gorgeous, L...and you smelled so fucking sexy." The pause after his sentence hit even harder than his words. "Like you smell even better than Jen tastes." Another long pause, his voice dropping lower. "And I can't stop thinking about how amazing it would feel going down on a beautiful white girl like you..."

The honesty of his desire, mixed with the taboo of our relationship and the subtle edge of raceplay, was an aphrodisiac. The image of his dark hair between my pale thighs flashed through my mind. And instead of revulsion, his words sent heat rushing through me and I felt a dampness gathering between my thighs. My breathing quickened as my guard started to slip.

"And what would happen if I let you find out?" I whispered.

Andrew's eyes widened. "Jesus yes, please, I would fucking..." he stammered. "I would fucking worship you, L. I just wanna taste you, I just wanna please you. And I swear on my life, this stays between us! Jen will never ever know."

I didn't say a word. I simply laid back against the couch and slowly slid up my pleated skirt, letting it pool around my waist and revealing my ocean-blue thong as I spread my legs. Andrew let out a choked sound, his gaze locking onto his ultimate fantasy. He didn't waste another second. He lunged forward, gently but firmly parting my legs before diving in. He trailed eager kisses up my inner thighs, his lips soft and hungry against my smooth skin. With every kiss he moved higher, his hot breath teasing me as he got closer and closer to where I needed him most. "God you're so fucking sexy, L." He whispered. The tension was unbearable and I could feel how soaked I already was. He paused right at the edge of the fabric, his face inches away. His hands shook as he slipped my panties off.

The moment the cool air hit my bare, shaved pussy, Andrew froze. His eyes widened in pure awe, completely stunned. He stared at my smooth, glistening lips like he was looking at something sacred.

“Oh my god…” His was voice thick with breathless wonder. “You’re so fucking beautiful. So pink and perfect… I can’t believe I’m actually seeing this.”

He stayed there for a moment, just drinking in the sight of me. The raw hunger mixed with genuine awe on his face made my stomach flutter and my pussy throb with need. The anticipation was driving me crazy and I was aching for his touch.

Then, finally, he leaned in. The moment his warm, eager tongue dragged slowly across my soft glistening folds, I gasped sharply, my hips twitching involuntarily at the intense rush of pleasure. "Mmmm fuckk Andrew...!!"

He was eating me out like a man who had been starving for a lifetime. His tongue was pure passion...long, greedy licks along my lips, sucking hard on my swollen clit, then softer, then devouring me again, making my panting and whimpering resonate through the entire house.

"You taste so fucking sweet baby, and I love making you moan." he groaned between my legs as he continued to eat me out. I grabbed fistfuls of his dark hair, hips rocking against his face as he buried himself deeper between my ivory thighs.

"Oh god, Andrew..." I moaned, my voice dripping with satisfaction. I was relishing every second of this. I looked down at him, biting my lip as I rocked my hips slowly against his hungry mouth. “How do I taste, baby? Tell me… do I taste better than Jen?”

"Fuck, L... you taste so much fucking better than Jen baby, I would eat you out over her all day, any day." he pulled back just enough to answer, his lips shiny with my juices.

His words triggered something inside me that I didn't know would be so intoxicating, and I felt a pressure quickly building up. I arched my back and moaned louder, grinding against his face, completely lost in the filthy thrill of knowing that I was better. He sensed my enthusiasm and his tongue reciprocated with even greater passion, which was enough to put me over the top.

"Andrewww fuckkk!! I'm cumming!!" The first orgasm crashed over me hard as I screamed—intense, shaking waves that made my legs tremble violently and my pussy flood his tongue as my thighs clamped tightly around his head. He lapped it all up greedily.

"Fuck, you're incredible, L. You came so hard I thought you were about to snap my head off!" he remarked from between my legs.

I laughed, but before I could catch my breath and sit up, he pressed his mouth back against my lips as he began an unexpected round two. Caught off-guard, I wrapped my legs tightly around his head again and gripped the seat cushions underneath me for dear life as I submitted again to his insatiable craving. As he licked, he slid a finger deep inside me, letting out a muffled groan of surprise. "Oh god, you're so tight," he exhaled against me, his voice longing with awe.

"Oh god, Andrew...you're eating me out so fucking good!" I cried out loudly, my desperate voice echoing throughout the entire apartment.

"So fucking tight... I can't believe how perfect you feel. Your beautiful, tight white pussy... everything I've ever dreamed of." He moaned against me as his tongue swirled around my clit with a rhythmic, insistent pressure while he continued fingering me with just the right curl. My second orgasm followed shortly, and it was even stronger than the first.

"Fuck fuck fuck...I'm cumming again!!" I screamed as he sent deeper euphoric spasms that left me panting and dizzy when my legs finally stopped shaking.

I was beyond gone. All inhibitions shattered. I needed him. He was no longer Jen's boyfriend. At that point, he wasn’t even Andrew. He was just a really hot guy who had made me cum so hard I saw stars — twice in minutes. My brain was pure lust, completely fried, and all I could focus on was how badly I needed him. I needed to get my fix too.

"You're so fucking hot, L...let me make you cum again baby." he insisted as he started to lower his head again.

"No. Shut up. My turn." My tone still sensual, though curt, as if I was angry that he managed to make me cum twice already, like the score of some game we were playing was 2-0 in his favor.

Without saying another word, I grabbed his shirt and pulled him up. I dropped to my knees in front of him, my mouth salivating. Andrew’s eyes widened in shock as he realized what I was about to do. His cock was visibly rock-hard, straining aggressively against his gym shorts, pitching a huge, obvious tent that twitched with anticipation. I quickly yanked his shorts down. His cock sprang free, hard and throbbing. I took him into my mouth right away, too impatient to first do the teasing I normally do.

"Oh god, L... wait, stop," Andrew groaned, his hips jerking. "Pause... please, pause. I'm already close!"

I smirked against his cock, teasingly licking the underside of the shaft, slowing down just enough to keep him on the edge. God, he tasted really good—warm, salty, masculine, and strangely addictive. I sucked him eagerly, swirling my tongue, taking him deeper. He groaned and had to stop me multiple times. But I wanted him to suffer a little, to let him feel the torture he'd just subjected me to, and to feel the tension I'd felt for months. I did it again, sucking him with a slow, vacuum-like pressure until he gasped again.

“Fuck, L—Stop! Baby, I’m too close…”

I could feel him throbbing against my tongue and knew if I kept going he’d explode any second. I didn’t want this moment to end yet. My craving needed him badly inside me. I made the last few strokes with my mouth extra sloppy and wet, coating his entire cock with thick spit until it glistened and dripped. Then I pushed him back onto the couch, straddled his lap in one smooth motion, and guided his slick cock to my entrance.

"Ohh fuck L...yes...god yes..." His voice trembling with raw emotion, but barely coherent. "I can't believe this is actually happening."

It took a few tries, but the second I fully sank down onto him, taking every inch in cowgirl, we both let out an aching moan in unison. Andrew’s eyes rolled back and he let out a broken groan. “Ugghhh holy fuck, L you're so tight! Oh my god you feel fucking incredible!”

I stared straight into him with my sluttiest fuck-me eyes as I rode him. I went slow and deep at first, grinding my hips in circles, feeling him stretch and fill me completely with the sounds of sex completely filling the room. The sensations were overwhelming as I picked up speed, riding harder, my tits bouncing under my top as I lost myself in the pleasure. "I bet Jen doesn't ride you like this." I whispered, staring into his eyes with pure lust.

Andrew looked like he was losing his mind beneath me, hands gripping my waist, dark hair messy, mouth open in pure ecstasy. The contrast of our bodies, the plapping sounds of my ass slapping against his thighs, and the raw intensity of the moment made everything feel electric. And it wasn't long before Andrew couldn't take it anymore. "L, I'm gonna fucking cum!!"

I still had enough sense to quickly lift myself off. He stroked himself for a few desperate seconds before exploding with a deep, guttural groan. Thick, hot ropes of cum shot across his own stomach. The sight of him coming undone because of me sent me spiraling into one final, shattering orgasm. I rubbed my clit frantically and came hard, moaning loudly as waves of pure bliss crashed through my entire body, leaving me trembling and breathless.

As we both sat there for a moment, basking in the afterglow, I dabbed a finger into the warm cum pooled on his stomach. I brought it to my lips and licked it off slowly, tasting the sweet and salty flavor of his release. Andrew watched with heavy-lidded eyes, breathing ragged. “Fuck, that’s so sexy,” he whispered hoarsely.

Reality slammed back in fast as an incoming message from Jen popped up on Andrew's phone that read "Almost home babe" with a kissy emoji at the end. We jumped up in a panic, hearts racing for a different reason now. Stumbling on post-sex legs, I grabbed tissues and helped wipe down the couch while Andrew frantically cleaned the cum off his stomach. We scooped up scattered clothing, straightened the cushions, and tried to make everything look normal again. The apartment still smelled like sex and guilt.

I looked at Andrew as we finished, still catching my breath. “This can never happen again,” I whispered firmly, to which he replied, "Yes...I mean no! Wait...why...? L..."

I didn't linger to talk to him, and his voice trailed behind as I shuffled straight back into my room on shaky legs. But even as I said it, the warm, salty taste of his cum still lingered on my tongue — deliciously forbidden. As I closed the door and leaned my back against it, my eyes drifted to the laundry basket. Those two thongs were still sitting there, crumpled from where Andrew had dropped them earlier. My pussy gave a needy little throb, tingling again at the mere sight. I tried to summon back the rage and disgust I’d felt earlier, but they were nowhere to be found.

A quiet little voice in the back of my mind whispered something I wasn’t ready to admit…Maybe this wouldn’t be the last time.