Aimee (Such A Fine Girl)
In 2005 I was finishing up my last year of college, and was excited to move off campus with a couple of friends into an apartment. It was me, Max (my best friend and roommate in the dorms), this girl Myrah we had met through another friend (and who we both wanted to fuck something fierce), and her friend Aimee.
We found out very quickly Myrah was a HUGE lesbian, and Aimee was kind of like the kid sister no one wanted. So our little plan of having this hot roommate situation was pretty much shot. Myrah was out there being an activist in George W. Bush's America at that time, and Aimee pretty much wanted to hang onto whoever would pay her attention and follow them around like a lost puppy.
That was me, the one always getting pulled aside and being asked if I could "hang out with Aimee," or "help Aimee meet some friends." So instead we just played X-box and watched pirated anime. Lots of Halo and One Piece, folks.
Of course I checked Aimee out, I am only male. At that time, she wore her longish brunette hair in the same ponytail, huge black rimmed glasses. She has that condition that always makes it look like she's blushing, and a perpetual pout like you just took away a kid's candy. Aimee had a fat ass, even then, and small tits. She kept covered but every now and then she could be almost cute.
Of course, over time we started talking a bit deeper and I started to like her. She was just so...constant, reliable, no risk, I really don't know what. But maybe around Thanksgiving of that year, we were kind of hanging out in each other's rooms (no sexy stuff), going and doing stuff together, and I met a couple of her friends from the anime club she attended and of course she got me going, too.
Just before Christmas that year, we both ended up in the apartment (Max and Myrah had already left for break) and had a semi-drunken cuddle in her bed. I got a handful of soft small tit, a generous helping of that ass, and a hickey on my neck out of nowhere that I had to explain to my mom. When we came back from break, we acted like nothing happened but there was some tension. Then I kind of messed up and went on a date with another girl - I was keeping that to myself, but Myrah knew her and blasted it to our roommates one night. I looked over and could see Aimee was less than thrilled with me.
So I went on this date - and it was boring, but the girl did give me head so at least there was that. She was eager, but not very skilled. Cindy, a skinny redhead. I came in her mouth in the front seat of this girl's car thinking of course about Aimee and headed back to our apartment feeling like shit.
When I got in, Aimee was sitting in my bed in her pajamas, everyone else was either out or asleep. I sat next to her. "You smell like her," she said. "Yeah, too much perfume." She threw her arms around my neck and squeezed so hard I was almost pulled over. "Let's wash her off of you and forget about her" she said so quietly into my neck I almost didn't hear her.
So we showered together, and Aimee washed me head to toe, pressing her tits against me and using her body up and down to lather me up, the whole time trying to look sexy and really only getting that half right. Still worked on me, though. When she got to my cock, which of course was hard as could be, she bit her lip and looked right up at me before taking it to task with her soapy hands. She scrubbed, squeezed, scratched, and twisted her little hands around my cock and balls for several minutes, even getting close to sliding her fingers into my ass crack. I washed that myself, thanks so much.
After that, we returned to my room and my bed, and Aimee locked my door and dropped her towel, showing off her hairy pussy, thick thighs, those little soft titties, which she was holding in her hands and kind of swaying side to side, again biting that lip. Aimee rode my cock that night, bareback. Up until that point I'd never had raw pussy, so that was something I'll never forget. I came inside her, hard, and she stayed the night in my bed, cuddled up next to me while I stroked her hair. "It's okay," she said. "I'm on the pill." We spent the rest of that school year pretty much repeating that night, minus the crappy date.
To this day I've never told Aimee about the blowjob. But of course I married this goofy girl, and she's still weird, shy, and a bit awkward (minus in the bedroom).
