When I was younger and before I was married (the first time), I had a roommate named Karen. She was a sweetheart. This was during my college hiatus, when I was still figuring out what I wanted to do with myself. For a while, I just lived in a little duplex in north Portland and worked like everyone else my age. I was taking a break from my music classes and just having a good time. I never planned to break girl code and stab Karen in the back, I was just masturbating one night and minding my own business…..kinda.
But we’ll get to that in a minute.

II

Karen had a boyfriend named Bryan and he was a sex maniac. He would practically show up at our place with his dick in his hand. The kind of guy to stroke that dick right there in front of you if you let him, that was Bryan. He was the quintissential horndog, with his eyes always on your chest instead of your face.

I don’t know why he and Karen dated. She was as vanilla as hell and he asked for things that made her blush. I guess that’s why it was so easy to do what I did. And I wish I could say I was sorry, but I didn’t see a future between them anyway. She didn’t want to be single so she kept him sexxed. He kept coming back get his dick wet because it was better than nothing, and they called it a relationship. Meh.

III

That year, Karen got an opportunity to travel all summer with her family. She paid up her portion of rent for three months and packed. (I wonder if she would have left if she knew just how much of a cocktease her roomie was!)

The evening after she left, there was Bryan. He chilled on the couch and went out for a burger, came back a tad bit drunk and I was just getting out of the shower. I walked to my room with a towel on my head and told him he could watch tv all evening if he wanted to. But oh, I was a little horny that night. I was between boyfriends and looking for trouble. They write rock songs about women like that. I already had the melody in my head.

IV

Oh, I must have forgotten to shut my door, whoops! Bryan was in the doorway in a flash, pretending to visit the bathroom but he never even went in there. My towel was on the floor, and I was on the bed. I didn’t call it cock control back then, but that cock was definitely under my control at the time!

It was my hand in my pussy that got him. Masturbating made semi-religious roommate Karen blush, so he was a little starved. Of course, I let him watch. Bryan stood at my open door and took his cock out without a word. He started stroking as I rubbed and fingered my little French-Irish pussy, both of us just watching each other. No words. Just whimpers, groans, gutteral pleasure sounds and devious smiles.

V

And I don’t know what it was. It was just all of it. Karen was gone, I was devious, he was horny out of his mind. No rules, no roommates. Just consenting adults that would eventually leave mutual masturbation in the dust and fuck all summer. I was his sexy genie, granting wishes that Karen wouldn’t even entertain.
What a hot summer that was. Outdoors, yes. But indoors, too.