Summer Living with Linda Part 1

One summer I had to do an internship for my graduate degree and decided to take a friend up on her offer to live with her even though I was engaged. But, the place we'd be staying should have been totally ok for that. It was an odd apartment design just for college students. Linda had found the place but needed a roommate and since we got along so well, I took her up on it. In her text message, she had given me the 4 digit code to enter the garage and told me where to find my hidden key. I pulled up in front of these unusually-designed apartments made just for college students and saw they were new and well maintained. Good, I thought. Getting out of my car, I was greeted by the nearly 100 degree summer temperature. Getting into the apartment worked smoothly but inside it was scalding hot. The AC must not have been on because our third roommate was out of the state for a while and we’d have the place to ourselves. I came back out through the garage after finding my room labeled by Linda with a sticky note on the door three flights of stairs up. Her room would be on top, four flights up. When I walked out to get my first load of things to bring in, Linda was pulling up in her Mercedes. She stopped and smiled at me from behind her dark sunglasses. Hopping out, she came over and gave me a warm hug and kiss on the cheek as a greeting. I noted that she was wearing a plain white t shirt, tied off on the side at the waist so her tanned, flat tummy showed a little, and a pair of cut off jeans shorts. They were obviously hand made at home and were not tight like Daisy Dukes but every bit as short such that the front pockets hung out past the fringy edge. Her long black hair blew in the hot breeze and she talked excitedly about how much fun it was going to be to hang out this summer as she pulled a scrunchie out of her pocket and gathered her hair into it. She looked so good. I had to remind myself that she had a long-term boyfriend and that I was engaged.  I had to keep reminding myself as we worked to unload the unbelievable amount of stuff from her car and carried it up four flights of stairs. Those baggy shorts allowed me to see her sexy, womanly butt cheeks every time I followed her up and I couldn't detect any panties but those tanned ass cheeks looked edible. On top of that, the t shirt showed her curvy breasts straining against the bra as the shirt got soaked with sweat. Even though she turned on the AC, the apartment took forever to cool down. She helped me get my things in, too, then Linda suggested that we take a cold shower and meet on the second floor level for dinner. I thought to myself that a cold shower would help in more than one way. I played with my penis while showering but realized I better hurry or else Linda might think I was playing with myself in the shower. I dressed up in khakis and a short sleeve button down shirt and went to the shared area with a living room, dining table and kitchen. She came down a few minutes later wearing one of those tank tops with huge arm holes and a pair of silky running shorts. And a great tan that through the arm holes showed no white places on the sides of her braless breasts. That night there were several peeks at her brown, tanned nipples. “Oh, you don't need to dress up. I got us salad stuff in the fridge. Hope that's ok. Why don't you change into something easy. You're making me hot just looking at you,“ Linda said. "So I make you hot?” I teased. She laughed, “Heck yes you do. Hot as a firecracker and wet as a waterfall. Silly, you know what I mean. Is the air even working in here?” I went and changed into soccer shorts and a tshirt while she made salad for us. I was feeling sensual and left off my underwear so my penis and balls hung free and were more obvious. And I did catch her looking more than once. I was enjoying the views of her body too. Dinner was good and I thanked her for getting it. We had a great night talking and she revealed that her boyfriend, John, was very ill. His cancer had returned. I was saddened for her and comforted her, and her emotional intimacy let me open up about how my fiance's teen son was doing so much bad stuff that we were almost ready to call it off. Before retiring to our rooms, we hugged and said we'd pray for each other. I did, but I also masturbated thinking about how her big soft breasts looked and how they felt during the hug. I love breast sex but my fiance had lovely small perky breasts and my lust made me think of using Linda generous breasts to masturbate. The week went fast, our internships were exhausting, and each night we met up back at the house. We took turns making light dinners for one another. Tuesday, when I got home and was unloading my groceries, i saw her laying out on the little balcony that was a part of only her room, tanning herself. I think she was not wearing a top and that was sexy.She smelled like coconut tanning oil and looked delicious. Thursday she surprised me by buying a bottle of wine for us. We sat together watching sunset on her balcony, no chairs but just on a blanket, and her smooth skin looked delightful in the waning light. And each night, she showed how at ease she was by wearing things like a chemise and lace boy shorts or a long t shirt and white spandex workout pants that fit so revealingly. Friday she left to see her boyfriend and be with him and I went to see my fiance. That weekend, my fiance Tracy and I spent most of the time dealing with her son's latest arrest and other problems, taking her daughter to a soccer tournament, and then ironing out other problems. She was so tired and stressed that when I gave her a massage at about midnight on Saturday she fell asleep. We did nothing more romantic than kiss and hold hands. I went back on Sunday night and found Linda halfway through a bottle of red wine. She asked me to join her and I was glad to. Linda asked me how my weekend was. I shared my frustration and disappointment then thought how selfish that was of me. I apologized and asked how her boyfriend was. She assured me that hearing my griping actually took her mind off her own situation. She told me her guy had only a few months to live but said they knew he wasn't going to improve though he always kept a stiff upper lip. “I love him, I do, I just never thought this was a forever relationship with him. We're more like great friends,” Linda explained. “You know what I miss?” I shook my head at her rhetorical question. “Fucking. Raw hard sloppy sex with sweat and passion. It's been way over a year and my hand is getting tired from playing with myself.” “Me too,” I commiserated. We looked deep into one another's eyes and cracked up laughing. Our individual pain became shared humor over it all. We made jokes like I was getting carpal wrist from jerking off and she needed a battery of the month club for her vibrator. The jokes sound stupid now but with the wine in us, tears were running down our cheeks from the laughter. Afterwards, we hugged and she kissed my cheek, thanking me. The next night we stayed in and were watching a movie, The Thomas Crown Affair, and having more wine. I was in running shorts and a tank top, Linda in blue boy shorts panties and a chemise; we sat next to each other instead of on separate couches like usual. The movie has some pretty nice sex scenes and I got hard from the very first one, especially since Linda kept commenting on what they were doing and how nice their bodies were. I was trying to hide my tent by putting one leg up. Then I noticed that Linda had her hands both between her thighs, one over the other. I could see the ligaments in her wrist moving so I figured, what the heck. I put my leg down and let my bulge show, even flexed so my penis bounced in my shorts. She glanced over, and then looked again, then said, “Maybe you and I need to go have a private moment before watching more? At least I need to. Especially since you're being so unfair.” I agreed that I was feeling it, too. Linda stood and when she faced me, the crotch of her panties was dark blue with wetness. We stopped the dvd and retired to our rooms. I shot cum onto the bathtub fantasizing it was inside her. She was waiting and sipping wine. “What took you so long?” she chided with a wry smile. “Forget how it works?” I reminded her that for a man quick was not considered a good thing.  She got up and I noticed she had on new underwear. As we watched, she asked if she could put her head on my lap and lay down. I put a throw pillow there and she leaned over. Sniffing, she commented that she smelled lemon. At first I couldn't tell but then admitted I had used a lemon and she's butter hand cream. “So I'm smelling your johnson and the stuff you waxed it with. Hmm.” Linda took one hand of mine and smelled it, then the other. “You're left handed. I never noticed.” Looking down at her, smelling her perfume, and even putting my hand on her bare shoulder was tender and sweet. It may not sound all that erotic but by the time the movie ended, I was more than half hard under that pillow. In bed, I had another erection and jerked to another orgasm thinking of her touching, sniffing the hand I'd used to cum.