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Betty and her room mate

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Betty and her room mate by Greybeard (greybeard859@hotmail.com)It was with my wife Betty, though we weren't married yet. Betty was blonde and quite pretty if a little overweight, think Doris Day but carrying an extra forty pounds. She was caring and had a happy disposition. I liked her a lot from the first day we met. We had been dating for most of the semester. She had a roommate named Sarah, who was knockout pretty in a “Girl next-door” kind of way. Somehow I got to the point that some nights I was sleeping there too. Anyway, we slept in Betty’s bed, Sarah was in her bed, and there was a kind of double nightstand between them. Betty and I hadn’t gone very far at this point, just a little light necking in my car at the end of a date; this was 1963 after all. It goes without saying that everything was prim and proper the nights I slept over, although as Sarah started to get more relaxed about me being around I did start to get some stunning glimpses of her in her lingerie, or wrapped in a towel en route to the bathroom. On one occasion Betty and I had got into bed and Sarah had returned from the bathroom in a voluminous fleecy robe. In one movement she slipped off the robe, turned off the light, and slithered under the covers. It was over in a moment, and it happened forty years ago, yet that sight is etched into my mind. Sarah was wearing a miniscule baby doll nightie. Her chest and upper arms were covered in freckles; her legs were long, with muscular milk white thighs; at their juncture a mass of curls. Sarah was a natural redhead. Incredible though it seems now, this was the first time I had ever seen a real woman’s pussy! Of course I was achingly erect, and with two people in that tiny single bed it was difficult to avoid prodding Betty with it! I lay there willing it to go away until the inevitable happened. Betty snuggled up against me. We were laying spoon fashion, with me behind her, so my cock just naturally settled between the cheeks of her bum. I thought I was busted, but Betty didn’t react at all; in fact after a few moments she snuggled in tighter. I should add that we were effectively fully dressed, as we were every time I stayed over. Betty was wearing a pair of the heavy men’s pyjamas that she favoured, with panties under. I had shorts and a tee shirt. I lay there trying not to move, terrified that I would disgrace myself by having an accident. I did not spend a restful night. I left early for lectures the next morning, but Betty kissed me warmly before I left and no adverse comment was passed about my obvious state. Betty did seem keen to get me out of the room before Sarah got up however, and the thought occurred to me that she was just a tad jealous of her roommate. As the week progressed I kept turning this idea over in my mind. That Saturday Betty and I were going to a dance. Sarah had no date so she tagged along. This was no big deal, she had done it before, and with her good looks and smiling nature she would be constantly asked to dance. This evening was no exception, Sarah danced with an endless stream of guys and we all had a fine time. During the Gentleman’s excuse me someone cut in on Betty and I, so I thought what the hell and cut in on Sarah. As we danced slowly I glanced down to smile at Sarah and found myself peering down her cleavage. One glimpse of the top of her freckled breasts and a waft of her perfume had me fully erect. I pulled back, but she grinned mischievously and leaned into it, saying.“I’m not fragile you know. You can hold me, I won’t break.” Then she laughed happily and ground herself against me. When the dance finished we returned to our table; thank god for baggy slacks and dim lighting! Betty was sitting waiting for us. She looked pensive.The dance ended and the three of us walked across campus to the girl’s room. We were in high spirits and very slightly tidly. It was quite late when we got in and we all started to prepare for bed. We had a sort of routine that we had got into. I used the bathroom first and then the girls would both go into the bathroom while I got into bed. Eventually Betty would join me in bed before Sarah finished up and went to her own bed. As I lay there waiting for Betty to join me I could hear the girls giggling and chattering; I wondered vaguely whether I was the topic of conversation. When Betty joined me I noticed that instead of buttoning her pyjamas to the neck as usual her top two buttons were undone revealing a goodly show of cleavage. I found myself speculating if this was a calculated act, or just careless, was Betty more tidly than I realised? Sarah came in, switched off the light, and scuttled into her bed as usual.The moment the lights went out Betty snuggled up tight to me, as she had done the previous week. I was not erect initially, but it didn’t take more than thirty seconds. As before Betty squirmed in tighter, and my cock was soon lodged firmly between the luscious cheeks of her bum. Something prompted me to lean over and kiss her tenderly on the neck. One kiss led to another and soon I was nibbling at her earlobe and licking her temple. Betty made an appreciative little noise and wiggled her bum slightly on my cock. The next thing I knew the hormones took over, I threw caution to the wind and snaked my arm over her. I started rubbing her breasts (I had never been allowed to do that before). She sighed quietly and gave another little wiggle. Taking this as permission I slipped my hand into her pyjama jacket and felt my first naked breast. Soon I had wormed my left arm underneath her to hug her to me and caress the other breast. We lay wrapped in this embrace for at least an hour. Betty developed a silent communication; every time I did something she particularly liked I was rewarded with the little shuffle of her bum, disapproval was demonstrated by arching her pelvis away to break contact.I had noticed that if I twirled my tongue in her ear while I gently tugged and squeezed her nipples she became particularly agitated, with exquisite jiggling of her bum against my cock; so I concentrated my efforts there for a while. I desperately wanted to touch my first pussy and decided to go for it. As I slid my hand down her body she froze and I thought I had blown it, but I pushed on and she didn’t stop me. I slipped my hand into the fly front of her pyjama trousers and it was my turn to freeze. She had left her panties off as well! Tidly she may be, but this is planned not careless. I fumble about for a few moments. She is hairy down there and absolutely sopping wet but I am not really finding my way around very well. Suddenly she snakes her hand down and grabs my wrist. That’s it, playtime over. No! She shapes my fingers with her own and takes me to the spot. Now she throws her top leg backwards over mine to open the access. For a while she guides my fingers with her own, then she takes her hand away and reverts to instruction by bum wiggling. Soon she is breathing hard and the bum movement is getting really agitated. My excitement boils over and I unload a great sticky mess into the seat of her pyjama trousers, stifling a grunt in her neck. I am momentarily stilled. Through gritted teeth she whispers urgently,“Go on, for God’s sake don’t stop! Yes like that!” I redouble my efforts and a few moments later she grabs up the corner of the pillow and stuffs it in her mouth. She makes one, two, three, convulsive thrusts with her hips and accompanies each with a deeply muffled grunt into the pillow. Then she slumps down. As we lie there slowly returning to earth I remember with a start Sarah lying just six feet away from us. I steal a guilty glance across; happily she is sleeping peacefully. Betty and I too, are soon sound asleep.Next morning I sneak down to the bathroom in Betty’s frilly dressing gown to clean up. I have to make my way home naked under my trousers, with my shorts wrapped up in a bag in my pocket. Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn; I feel great! A couple of days pass and I take Betty to a movie. Afterwards we get in my car and neck a little, but when I cup her fully clothed breast in my hand she isn’t having any of it. I am baffled and confused. We drive home in silence, but when I pull up she says brightly,“Are you coming up for a cup of coffee?” Now fully confused, I accept. Sarah is there and we all chat animatedly over our coffees. After about an hour Betty says, “Wow, look how late it is. No point in driving across town at this hour you might as well stay.” We follow our standard bedtime routine except that when Betty gets into bed she says,“Quickly, slip your shorts off before Sarah returns from the bathroom.” At the same time she is shucking off her pyjama bottoms. She folds both garments neatly and places them under the pillow. We are lying innocently in bed, ostensibly fully clothed, just as Sarah comes back in. we say our goodnights and Sarah turns off the last light before slipping into her bed. We are straight into our spoon position. It is even more exciting to have my naked cock against the smooth flesh of Betty’s bum and I am instantly, throbbingly, erect. My hands reach out to start exploring Betty’s body, but she grabs my wrists and twists away. She puts her mouth right to my ear and whispers, “Not yet, wait until Sarah is asleep.” We resume our cuddle, she wraps my arms around her waist, I nuzzle at neck and ears. After a while she completely unbuttons her pyjama jacket, she may as well be naked. I fondle her breasts, teasing and tweaking at the nipples till she squirms against me. We continue our caressing for what seems like hours. Eventually Sarah starts to snore gently; I am surprised how loud it sounds. Betty places the palm of her hand on my chest and pushes me gently flat onto my back. Turning she slips a knee over me and straddles my body. She flattens my cock up my belly with her left hand. In the dim light I can see her right hand doing something with her pussy. As she scoots her hips up my thighs my mind is in turmoil; I want to lose my cherry, but surely we can’t do it with Sarah here. I discover that she has a different plan. She is lying on top of me, my cock sandwiched between our bellies. Her slit lies on the ridge of my cock, and she has spread her lips to get the right contact. Everything is lubricated by her arousal, and the slightest twitch of her hips is ecstatic for both of us. As she leans forward her breasts swing in front of my eyes and I instinctively grab one and start to lick and suck it. This throws a switch somewhere and her hips start s churning motion. We are both very worked up by our long furtive foreplay and orgasm is soon upon us. Betty starts to breathe heavily, her hips dance frantically, and she lurches forward to grip my shoulder in her mouth to stifle her cries. Her last frantic burst sets me off as well and I flood our bellies with a gooey dam burst. We lay there bathed in sweat and juices trying to compose ourselves silently. I am aware that the bed has creaked a bit under the thrusting of Betty’s hips and notice the snoring has ceased. I dash a furtive glance across to Sarah, but all seems well. Betty had secreted a hand towel under the pillow. She retrieved it and mopped us up. She kissed me tenderly on the forehead, turned over, and was instantly asleep. Sleep however eluded me. Late night caffeine and a host of questions flying round my brain kept me wide-awake. I made myself lie still so as not to disturb Betty in our tiny bed. After about half an hour movement in Sarah’s bed caught my eye. I was lying on my side facing that way, I was half propped up by the pillow, and Betty lay between me and Sarah so I had some cover. I thought Sarah was going to get up for a nighttime bathroom call so I watched intently, hoping for another accidental peep show. She was only covered by the sheet, but at first I couldn’t see much. She seemed to be running her hands all over her body as if she was caressing herself. I didn’t understand what was going on. Then she moved her right hand to her groin and was cupping herself quite hard. I was right, she did need the bathroom, but she didn’t want to get up so she was trying to hang on! As you have already seen, I was very ignorant when it came to sex and women! Hope you didn't laugh too hard! Back to the story, Sarah suddenly spread apart her legs as far as they could go. This tightened the sheet over her groin area and I could now see exactly how her fingers were working at her pussy. I may have been a dumb SOB but even I could see that what she was doing was just the same work as what Betty had trained my fingers to do for her last week. Sarah was masturbating! Of course I did it frequently myself, especially when I came home all horned up from a date with some girl who wasn’t “sympathetic” but I truly didn’t know girls did it too. Didn’t even know they COULD do it! As I watched Sarah my cock was an iron rod again, I prayed that Betty wouldn’t wake up and spoil the show. Sarah was working her right breast with her left hand, kneading it, twirling and pinching at the nipple. There was a look of rapt concentration on her face, as she lay there staring unfocused at the ceiling. Meanwhile the fingers of her right hand continued their languid frigging; now pausing for a moment, now dipping down to her opening, now resuming their play near the top of her mound. Gradually the tempo picked up. Sarah’s breathing became more intense and she was gripping her bottom lip between her teeth. Suddenly she found another gear. Her first and second fingers formed an inverted “V” and she worked this on her pussy in a blur of motion. The movement pulled the sheet down a little and her right breast popped out. The nipple was scarlet and distended as her other hand mauled at it. She drew in a great gasp of air. Her hand flew to her mouth and she bit down hard on the base of her thumb. Her whole body trembled as her flying fingers completed the job. I was amazed, she seemed to get so much more pleasure from it than I did. With me in those days it was simply a case of needing to get off. I was also surprised at how quiet she had managed to keep while experiencing what was obviously an intense orgasm. A little rapid breathing, a little shaking of the bed towards the end, and a strangled anguished kitten mew at climax. Sarah shooting a furtive glance my way interrupted my thoughts; I quickly shut my eyes. She sighed contentedly and composed herself for sleep.Next morning there was an odd little incident. I woke first and was lying there replaying all the events of the night before through my mind. Sarah woke, and was about to hop out of bed when she glanced across and spotted I was awake.“OOPS, nearly!” she said. Then she reached to the floor for her nightie and got dressed under the bedclothes before getting up. I didn’t see anything at all yet somehow this was an erotic performance that excited me. By now Betty was stirring as well. Sarah then said the strangest thing,“I am going for a shower, I have to do my hair too so I will be at least twenty minutes.” It was said with an odd emphasis, almost as if she was saying I’m just nipping out long enough for you guys to get off again. Happy to say we did, going at it like a pair of stoats. Years later, when Betty and I had been married a while and become comfortable with sharing each other’s secrets I asked her what the deal was with our making out; how she allowed me to do things in her room with Sarah six feet away in the other bed, but never when we were alone. She told me that she felt safe with Sarah there; that we could not go too far with her in the room. Betty was afraid that if we got started in private she would get carried away and do something that she regretted later. I guess I will never understand women as long as I live.

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