I knew Chloe was feeling low when she got home that Friday evening. As my roommate entered the apartment, she moved at a sluggish pace, which wasn't at all like her; she normally hummed with energy. Making her way over to the couch, she slumped down next to me. I brushed a strand of her long brown hair back from her face. "How are you holding up?"
Chloe and I were both in our late twenties and had been sharing an apartment for almost two years. As different as we were, we'd always gotten along well. She was usually bubbly and extroverted, while I was mostly a homebody. We both worked full-time jobs we had little enthusiasm for, but our hobbies weren't at all similar. I spent most of my free time with my nose in a book, or volunteering at the local animal shelter. Chloe, on the other hand, was all into spirituality and fitness.
My roommate now forced a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Oh, aside from the fact that I have horrible taste in men, I'm doing just fine." When our stares met, I noticed she looked completely dejected. Like Chloe, I also had brown hair and blue eyes, but her features were softer, more inviting. It was easy to read her moods since her face was so expressive. "Maya, would you mind keeping an eye on me tonight so I don't do anything stupid?" she said. "Like call Jason? He's no good for me."
"I definitely agree with you there," I muttered. Jason was Chloe's ex-boyfriend, and I'd disliked him from the start. He oozed arrogance and condescension, going so far as to proclaim himself a "tantric sex guru." Needless to say, I was glad when Chloe dumped him. Their relationship recently ended after she discovered he'd been trying out his tantric sex techniques with one of her friends. "I promise I won't let you contact that asshole."
I remembered how heartbroken Chloe was the night they'd broken up. She'd curled up beside me on the couch, and I tried to comfort her as she sobbed. "Why am I attracted to guys who only end up hurting me?" she sniffled. "Maybe I should try dating a woman." Of course, Chloe knew I was gay. While I'd laughed off her remark, I couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was then, even with her eyes swollen and her skin blotchy from crying. She had a sweet, trusting nature that made me want to protect her.
But even if Chloe decided she wanted to experiment with a woman, I wouldn't have allowed anything to happen between us. She was a great roommate, and I wasn't about to jeopardize our relationship by bringing sex into it. Still, I had to occasionally remind myself not to stare at her as she walked around our apartment. Tonight, with her sitting so close to me, I couldn't resist sneaking a glance at her breasts. They were small and firm, perfectly complementing her lithe body.
If Chloe sensed my inner struggle, she didn't let on. "I'm gonna change really quick," she said, climbing to her feet. "It's been a shitty week, and this evening, I intend to enjoy myself."
Relief swept over me when I realized she hadn't caught me ogling her. "Sounds like a plan!" I said brightly.
By the time Chloe returned to the living room, wearing black yoga pants and a slinky pink camisole, I could sense a difference in her demeanor. She seemed to grow more relaxed with each passing minute. Again she sat next to me, and I noticed her hard nipples beneath her top. When the camisole's strap slipped from her left shoulder, she made no move to pull it back into place. Instead, she snuggled up at my side. I was wearing a tank top and shorts, and I could feel the heat from Chloe's skin through her pants. "I love you, Maya," she said with a lazy smile.
As the strap slid farther down Chloe's arm, more of her skin was revealed. I hated myself for hoping I'd get a glimpse of her nipple. "I love you, too, Chloe," I said, then kissed the top of her head.
Her fingertips grazed my thigh. She was playfully affectionate, the way some people got after a few drinks. I was about to put a little distance between us on the couch when she bolted upright, her eyes wide. "I know what I want!"
I struggled to hide my grin. "Yeah? What do you want?"
Chloe looked downright gleeful. "Ice cream!" She hopped to her feet and rushed toward the kitchen. I was slower while following her, and by the time I reached the doorway, she'd taken a pint of fudge ripple ice cream from the freezer. After grabbing a spoon, Chloe began eating straight from the container. "I'll pay you back," she promised me since I was the one who'd bought it. Chloe never ever ate sugar.
"Please, help yourself," I replied, laughing behind my hand. "You're going to hate yourself in the morning, though."
Chloe spooned more ice cream into her mouth. "Oh my God, this is so good! Better than sex."
"Even tantric sex?"
"Yes!" she moaned.
Folding my arms over my chest, I watched as she gathered up another huge spoonful, but before she could eat it, the ice cream slipped from the spoon and fell to the floor with a splat. "Oh no!" she wailed, her expression stricken as she looked down at the mess. Her overwrought reaction made me erupt into a fit of giggles. When she set about wiping up the ice cream, all the while muttering that she didn't see what was so damn funny, I laughed even harder and finally had to rush to the bathroom before I peed on myself.
When I returned to the kitchen a few minutes later, Chloe offered me a small bowl of ice cream. "I saved a little bit for you," she said, her grin sheepish.
I hadn't yet eaten dinner, but I figured having dessert first wouldn't hurt. Chloe and I drifted back into the living room, where we sat down on the couch. I was making short work of the ice cream when my roommate announced, "I want to do something wild, like get my nipples pierced." Her eyes brightened as she considered the idea. "I should do it tonight. Come with me, Maya!"
"Nope!" I placed the empty bowl on the table, ready to restrain Chloe if necessary. "No body modification while you're nursing a broken heart."
"But I've always wanted to!"
I rolled my eyes. "Wait another month or so, and then you can go for it, okay?"
Chloe's stare held a challenge as a sly smile appeared on her lips. "What do you think?" She lifted her camisole to expose her breasts. "Would my nipples look good pierced?"
Now that I was finally getting an eyeful of Chloe's tits, I struggled to avert my gaze. They were even sexier than I imagined, the small nipples a deep rosy shade. Those peaks seemed to grow harder as I watched. When I finally managed to look away, I realized I was getting wet. "Come on, Chloe. Cover up." My words took on a pleading tone.
In my peripheral vision, I saw Chloe pull the camisole over her head and toss it aside. My stare darted all around the room, desperately trying to avoid my half-naked roommate. Chloe placed a hand on my thigh. "Maya, look at me," she said quietly. I was fully aware that Chloe and I shouldn't be doing this, but the urge to turn toward her became irresistible. I gave in to that need, and when our eyes locked, I saw the same abject desire on Chloe's face. "I want you to touch me."
And I wanted to touch her, I realized. Chloe took my hand and brought it to her breast, making us both moan. "Don't fight it," she urged. "Give in to what you want. What we both want."
"This isn't a good idea," I said, even as I began fondling her nipple.
Chloe looked down, licking her lips while she watched me. "I've made myself come while imagining us together," she confessed.
"Ah, fuck." I sighed, helpless to stop what was now unfolding. Could Chloe have somehow guessed how much I wanted her when I hadn't even admitted it to myself?
I had no choice but to admit it now. My hands seemed to move of their own accord, cupping Chloe's breasts. I gave them the gentlest squeeze and was rewarded with her pleasured cry. "Do you want to kiss me?" she asked.
In response, I leaned toward Chloe. Our first kiss was eager and hungry, with none of the uncertainty I'd imagined on the rare occasions I allowed myself to fantasize about my roommate. The sensation of our tongues meeting made me slide my hand between Chloe's legs. She gave my lower lip a gentle bite, revealing her excitement. I could feel the heat of her pussy through her pants.
She grew impatient, tugging at my tank top. I immediately took it off. Unlike Chloe, I wore a bra, and she began pawing at my breasts as if desperate to free them. I laughed even while my skin flushed with arousal. "Patience, baby," I told her. My hands shook a little when I unfastened the bra, but it wasn't from nervousness. I was so ready to feel my bare skin pressed against Chloe's!
As soon as she saw my breasts, which were a little larger than hers, she lowered her head, taking my nipple between her lips. I was so turned on that I couldn't think clearly. My sweet, sexy roommate was sucking my tit with a force that would mark my skin, and I fucking loved it! When I dared to slide my fingers into her pants, I felt her teeth on my nipple, delivering just a hint of pain. I never would have guessed she'd be aggressive while aroused.
My fingers caressed Chloe's outer labia, and she released a moan, her mouth full of my tit. My God, she was wet! Her pussy was completely smooth, with no pubic hair to sop up her juices. The more I touched her, the more control I relinquished, until I was guided only by an instinctual need demanding to be satisfied. My line of thought trailed into oblivion as I became a slave to my lust.
Chloe lifted her head, and I easily recognized the blatant need in her gaze. "Come here," I said, pulling her onto my lap so she was straddling me. Her moans grew louder when I began sucking her nipples, rolling one and then the other against my tongue.
"I'm so wet for you!" Chloe said, her hips moving beneath my hands.