I was distraught.

Mike and I just had another fight and deep within me, I knew this one was the last. I was through with him. I was pissed off at his immaturity and his inability to act like a damn man.

As I made my way home through the ever busy Lagos traffic, I wondered why the hell I stuck with him for so long. The sex was not the best. He fucked like he had no idea where a cunt is. Always needing direction to do what’s right. Wasn’t three years enough to learn something, anything? I was just exhausted and all I wanted to do was go home and have a good cry. Bisola, my friend/roommate is spending the weekend with her boyfriend so at least, I don’t have to worry about being bothered tonight.

{Last sex story: The Valentine sex Weekend}

As soon as I got in my flat, I locked the door behind me and headed straight to the fridge, took out my favorite wine and went to the room to begin my sob-fest.

I drank, and I cried, and I drank, and I cried some more until I was too exhausted to do either and just slumped on my bed. In no time at all, I was drifting.

I woke up with a start, someone was on my bed.

“Bisola, what are you doing here,” I asked, nudging her awake.

She groaned and mumbled something incoherent.

I turned and went back to sleep. Often times, Bisola shares a bed with me when she does not feel like sleeping alone. Usually on rainy nights or when she is feeling sad. On nights like that, I wake up in the middle of the night to find her cuddled up to me, her front snuggled tightly against my back. I really do not mind as I believe we all need a good cuddle every once in a while.

I found myself a more comfortable position and tried to go back to sleep but something odd started to happen. I was not sure if it was my drunken state but I could acutely feel Bisola’s breasts pressed against me and it was having the strangest effect on me.They were soft, and all I wanted to do was turn around and take them in my hands. I shifted uncomfortably for a few minutes, hoping I would go back to sleep and all these intense feelings would disappear, but that was not the case. The more I tried to adjust, the more I felt myself rubbing up against her body. I was frustrated, and horny as hell.

I got up to go to the bathroom.I opened my goodie drawer and brought out my trusted vibrator. It has just been a while I had good sex, I thought. I was just horny, a good orgasm will put me to sleep and I would stop obsessing about fucking by roommate.

I took off my nightwear. Standing stark naked, I began massaging my nipples. It didn’t take long for me to feel like I was about to explode in waves of orgasm. I loved having my vib in me when I cum so I took a pause. I reached a hand down to feel my cunt. It was hot, and wet, and ready. I reached for the vib.

“May I do the honors?” Bisola’s voice startled me and I looked so in shock, I dropped my toy.

She made her way silently towards me and bent to pick up the vib. In my drunken, horny state, I could not help but notice her shapely backside as she bent. She got up and looked straight at me, her eyes questioning.

I nodded silently.

“Sit,” she said, pointing at the edge of the tub. I obeyed. Still dazzled by this night’s turn of event.

She reached for my legs and spread them apart. Before I realized what she was up to, she had her head between my thighs. I felt the first flick of her tongue on my cunt and I knew I was a goner. The sensation was completely new and indescribable that I had to hold on to the edge of the tub to prevent myself from falling over.

She proceeded to kiss my inner thighs, lick them and reached for my cunt again. She spread my pussy open as she began to tickle my clit. I moaned, harder than I ever did with Mike, harder than I ever did with any guy. She continued to tongue-fuck me until I exploded in her mouth. I was completely blown away by the sensation. Before I had time to recover, she switched on my vib and began fucking me with it. Slowly, she filled my wet cunt with it until I had taken in the whole length of the fake cock. In and out she went and soon the vib was completely covered with my cunt juice. Bisola took it out, looking straight in my eyes, she put the plastic cock in her mouth.

“Hmmm, you taste good baby. I wondered if I would ever get a chance to taste you.”

Before I could ask her what she meant, the cock was inside me again. This time, she hit me hard, and fast.

“Scream for me baby,” she said.

I was already close to screaming my head off from the pleasure that it did not take much to send me over the head. I moaned out loud as my hands grabbed the tub even harder.

“I want you to go back to the bed, get on your hands and knees and wait for me.”

With shaky legs, I headed to the bed and did as she said. A couple of minutes passed by and I wondered where she was. Soon after, she came back. She was in a toy I never knew she had, a strap-on. As soon as I saw her, I knew I was in for a treat. I close my eyes and my wet cunt once again began quiver in anticipation. But Bisola had other plans. As she reached the bed, she bent over and began to kiss my ass. She rubbed the cheeks and gave me a few spanks that sent tremors straight to my dripping cunt. I soon felt her tongue in my asshole and I was completely overtaken with excitement.

I have always had fantasies about getting fucked in the ass. Mike was never into it and I have always wondered if I would ever get the chance. Before I had time to express how I feel, she drove her fake cock straight into my asshole. No preamble, no questions. It hurt badly, then it didn’t. I began to feel real pleasure, real fast. She grabbed my ass tight, nails digging into me as she began fucking me in earnest. Such intense pleasure overtook me that in no time, I came hard once again, juice squirting all over the bed,

I collapsed on the bed as she took out the strap-on. She laid next to me and we were both silent for a few minutes.

“I wondered if I was ever going to get a chance to do that to you,” Bisola said, breaking the silence. ‘I was curious about how many times I had to cuddle with you before you felt something. I love you, I have always loved you.”

I was only able to utter one phrase at this confession.

“I want more.”

I was not sure if I meant I wanted more loving tonight, or if I wanted this to be a regular thing. All I know is the excitement I felt when she brought her mouth to my nipples.