1. Third Roommate Wanted

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Brad and I had been roommates for about three years when Sam moved in, and things changed completely. Um, hi. Am I in the wrong place? I'm looking for Cole.

You're in the right place. Thanks. When we put up the flyer looking for new roommates at the gym last fall, we didn't expect someone like Sam to show up.

We texted back and forth for a while, and Sam seemed like a solid guy, interested in working out and following football. And most importantly, had a steady job. But when the door swung open, my jaw dropped.

The person standing on the other side of the door was a drop-dead gorgeous woman. So, if you're Cole, then you must be Brad. Yes.

Hi. Nice to meet you, Sam. A part of me was reluctant to have a woman that attractive as a roommate.

But the room was empty and rent was due, so we showed her around eagerly. It's nice. I like it.

I would need to do a bit of renovation on the shower if that's cool. The one you've got won't get the job done with my thick hair. But if you guys are okay with that change, which I can pay for, I can move in next month.

Would that work for you? Sounds perfect to me. Welcome to your new home.

Yay! The first few days as roommates went perfectly. The apartment never looked better.

Brad and I were more conscientious and clean than we'd ever been. But I couldn't stop fantasizing about Sam as more than just friends. Whenever we'd run into each other late at night, my heart would start pounding out of my chest.

I'd lose my ability to speak. And for a split second, I swear she felt the same way, too. Hi.

Hi. Just making some tea. Couldn't sleep.

Yeah, me neither. Good night, then. Good night.

But maybe it was just all in my head. One Friday, I offered to make us all dinner. The sun was setting as I took the roast chicken out of the oven and shoveled broccoli onto plates.

Dinner's ready. Mmm, I'm so hungry. Would you guys like beer or wine? Wine, please.

Let me grab a bottle. Sam was wearing a tight cotton tee with a jean skirt. I tried not to stare at her as she sat down next to me.

Her dark, tight curls framed her face perfectly. I could tell Brad was into her, too. The way she carried herself.

It was hard not to be. And sometimes, it felt like she was hitting on us both. So, tell me, am I the worst roommate you guys ever had? Worst? A guy who lived here before you was a musician, hoping to hit it big with his rap featuring whale song.

What? You're kidding. I wish I was kidding.

He also only did housework at three in the morning. No way. Another guy introduced a new girl every week as his girlfriend and made us promise to tell her about the others.

Oh, my God. Sam threw her head back in laughter and placed one hand on each of our shoulders. Her touch felt electric and sensual.

Something inside me stirred. More wine? Yes, please.

As the night progressed and the bottles emptied, Sam steered the conversation toward the topic of relationships. I should have known where the night was headed. And what about you, Cole? Are you seeing anyone? No, I've been single for a while now.

Oh, my God. So, we're all single in this household? Yep, I guess so.

I looked over at Brad and could tell he was clenching his teeth to enhance his masculine jawline while giving Sam the seductive look he only gives to women he wants to fuck. Sam met his eyes with a mischievous smile and then directed her gaze at me. That heavy heartbeat I was starting to know so well intensified my chest.

Hey, how's the water pressure in the shower, by the way? A handyman had come by earlier that day and installed a new shower head while everyone was at work. No idea.

Haven't tried it yet. Oh, we have to check it out then. Come on.

Okay. We all made the trip to the bathroom to inspect the new setup with a rainfall shower up top and a slick, slim, handheld nozzle. Sam wrapped her fingers around the nozzle and turned on the faucet to feel the water pressure on her bare legs.

Yes, that's what I'm talking about. But Sam didn't stop at her legs. She gave us a seductive smize, then let the water run over her skirt, then over her cotton t-shirt, revealing the brawless silhouette of her breast and nipples underneath.

Oh, shit. My eyes bulged and my whole body burned with desire. Before I could realize what was happening, Sam shimmied out of her skirt, throwing it on the bathroom floor.

Brad and I froze, staring at Sam as she gathered three towels from the rack beside the sink. Come on, haven't you guys seen a girl take a shower with her clothes on before? We should all just test it out together.

Okay. Come on. Sure.

I mean, we're all gonna take a shower at some point tonight anyways, so why not just do it together? Oh, fuck yes. Yes.

Brad was clearly excited about what was happening. Without hesitating, he slipped his shirt over his head. It was hard to think in the thick and steamy bathroom air while Sam stripped right in front of me.

She gathered her curls up in a tight bun and watched us both with interest. Clearly Brad had no issue with this. It wasn't like I'd never seen him naked before.

It just wasn't something I'd ever given a second thought to. Fuck it, let's do this. I got in the shower across from Brad, and Sam slipped right between us, with her slick, firm body pressing against me.

Something came over me then. I didn't care about anything else, just the feel of her body against mine. My hard cock slid over the warm crack of her ass, and she pushed back against it, causing us both to moan softly.

The water pressure is amazing. I reached for the body wash and lathered it over her back, and then down her ass. Meanwhile, Brad soaked up her front, cupping her breasts and toying with her nipples.

Yes, keep doing that. It feels so good. She moaned again, and her hand brushed over my aching cock.

I almost caved then and there. When she turned to the side, I saw mine as the only dick she was working. The image of her hands working two wet cocks was incredible.

My fingertips slid over her hard nipples as Brad's fingers moved between her legs. Damn, Sam. I didn't dare look at Brad, so I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensation of her hand on my dick and the warmth of her skin under my fingertips.

You're so beautiful, Sam. My God. Yeah.

The room filled with steam and moans echoed off the tiled walls. I could feel my cock throb and ache. My balls were growing heavier.

I needed to cum. With every small shiver, I could feel myself growing closer and closer to the edge. Sam purred and sadly pulled her hand away, using it to grip the wall behind her.

Brad's fingers were moving over her clit, circling it. Cole, I want to feel your hands on my pussy, too. Where do you want them? Slide your fingers inside of me while Brad touches my clit.

Like this? Yes, like that. Suck my tits, both of you.

Her eyes rolled back in her head. She was completely lost in the pleasure we were giving her. I leaned in and gathered her right nipple into my mouth, sucking and tugging gently, while Brad did the same to the left.

Oh, fuck. I'm gonna cum. Please.

My fingers plunged deeper inside of her, curling upwards gently, while Brad's fingers moved in circular motions around her clit. Please, don't suck my tits. I'm gonna cum.

I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. Please, don't stop.

In the next moment, Sam came loudly, violently. Her legs nearly crumbled beneath her. She used my shoulder to hold herself up as she slowly recovered from her mind-numbing pleasure.

Her entire body was shivering. When I met Brad's eyes, he was smiling and brushing the wet curls away from our new roommate's face. There wasn't a hint of awkwardness.

I still couldn't really believe what we had just done. Everything went so fast. But I remember thinking that giving her that maximum pleasure was the hottest thing I'd ever seen.

And I could tell Brad felt the same way. Little did I know, this was only the beginning.