Aries Room

I was raised in the church. I only knew about church by the time I was in college. When my father found out me and my highschool boyfriend lost our innocence together, he declared I go to the nearest private school. I was embarrassed through their disappointment. I vowed to change, or so I thought. I had a roommate who viewed life differently, and she was one of my dearest friends.

We shared a dorm with our own separate rooms, and shared a bathroom. My first few weeks went great. I studied and rarely left my room unless it was to eat or exercise. I would read scripture at night but couldn't focus. I could hear the muffled sounds of Arie having sex with her boyfriend. At first it didn't bother me, I was not to judge. But every other week, I would hear a different voice. Every other week, I would hear a different Arie. From muffled noises to loud bed creaks and cries of joy. I sat there hopeless, turned on and nervous to leave my room. It was like as if the walls wanted me to hear everything. Profanity, the occasional slaps, and fast knocking of the walls, gagging, kissing. I decided to push my luck once and leave when things died down. I was horrified when I found a handsome man naked in the kitchen. We startled each other but he was not shy. My eyes were fixated on his penis. I had never seen a mans cock and I instantly became wet. He excused himself and apologized for the indecency, he had not known I was there. I told him I did not appreciate my roommate cheating on her boyfriend every week. I was expecting disgust in return, but he looked at me with his gorgeous eyes and asked for forgiveness. He would make sure to double check I wasn't home next time. If he had asked me to remove my panties there I probably would have immediately.

I saw him days later at school, I felt bad, like a nosy bitch. I came to him to apologize, I told him I was not one to judge. He chuckled and offered to stop by for the weekend. Arie would be out of town. I knew it was wrong to say yes but secretly I wanted Aries life. He came over as planned and we talked. It wasn't long before I was running my hands through his cock. I was bent over, and made to feel the tongue of a man. It didn't take long before we where in bed, but it wasn't my bed. It was Aries bed, and it wasn't her orgasms, they where mine. I never knew what freedom felt like till then. To cry and orgasm at the same time, with a cock that is about to explode inside. I knew why Arie did it. I knew I would never be the same, to be fucked shamelessly was my adrenaline. I yearned to be tossed and pulled, while a man entered me.

Arie and I talked about it after. She wasn't mad. She understood, and from that day on there would be men to see us both. Sometimes one, sometimes two or three. Every time without shame.